#this would be so cringe if said by anyone else and on a serious note

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I'm flirting with this guy knowing very well that we kid we joke we pretend but tell me why he said something along the lines of I'd make dinner as long as I can have my girl as dessert and I—

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ꒱ 김동현

summary : you and your boyfriend were truly opposites, but the saying has always been that they attract, hasn’t it?

genre : fluff, leehan x afab!reader, college!au, slice of life tws : language, zombies (yeah..), pet names, mentions of not eating (could be linked to a eating disorder but also idrk) author notes : cringe couple alert (that should be me) word count : 1.4k

your hands were covered in clay, grey-brown coating your skin. you could feel the uncomfortable, but familiar feeling of it drying on your wrists, and you were glad you wore something you were okay with getting messy; because today you had done so many pieces, you were covered in muck.

you had just finished a vase, the bottom a thick sphere, tapering off as it furthered to the top. you spread the wire, after picking it up from beside you, and ran it along the stone. you picked it up carefully, grabbing the damp sponge to smooth out any finger prints.

pottery was your hobby, and you were glad you majored in art. you loved doing pieces on the wheel, and you loved sculpting unconventional things. it never felt like homework to do, and you often found yourself forgetting all about time and spending hours in the schools basement; dusty and dirty, haired tied back, back and shoulders sore, and sweats caked over.

that being said, you also often forgot to have meals as collateral to your happiness, spend time with your friends, and do things that people would deem normal. you hated the saying that you weren’t like other girls but truthfully you’d rather be in this dimly lit room than a club, like the people your age were.

but there was also one person who refused to let you starve to death in this poorly decorated room. and truthfully, he hated the flashing lights just as much, if not more than you did.

“y/n,” you looked up, a smile plastering to your features at the sight of your boyfriend who had been doing work on his computer waiting for you to finish for the last however long. “you’re done?” you nodded, moving the piece to the side, preparing to take it over by your others waiting to get glazed and fired. “it’s pretty.”

“i was thinking about painting little fishes on it and putting it inside our apartment after it gets graded, what do you think?”

“only if you eat first.” he stated, making you laugh in response. “going to die in this ugly place one day, y/n. i swear i’m going to find your body, and that wheel’s still going to be spinning.”

you walked over to the sink, opting to listen as you felt your stomach growl at the thought of eating something for, maybe, the second time today.

“my girlfriend would be a zombie, oh my god, an artsy zombie. wait, what does that even mean?”

you tried your best to scrape the clay from under your nails, however you both were used to finding it in weird places—laughing about it like it was an inside joke.

“actually, i think you might be hot like that. imagine all the rotting skin—you’d never have to do skincare ever again because it’d be falling off all the time—messy hair, but i think you’d hate this being your forever ghost outfit.”

you made a grossed-out face at his obvious jokes; however if he had said this to, or around, anyone else, it would’ve seemed genuine due to his monotone nature and straight face.

“you’re so strange, donghyun. if zombies were your type, i could’ve done my makeup differently.” you pinched his cheek with wet fingers. “but i love you anyways… even if you wouldn’t make a hot zombie.”

“what?” he exclaimed. “no way you think this!”

you were taken aback. “i didn’t know you were so serious about us being zombies… we could be a silly-little zombie couple if you want.” you giggled.

he scoffed. “how romantic, y/n. truly,”

“shut up.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “what’d you bring today?”

he took out a glass container; because he refused the plastic ones, saying something about the consumption of microplastics and fish long before you two had even entertained the idea of being in a relationship, to which you replied, save the turtles, and thrusted your fist in the air.

“leftovers from last night.” he stated, uncovering the pizza you two had shared over a couple episodes of game of thrones. you were late to the hype, but you liked the show nonetheless. he had fallen asleep on top of you after your hand had made its way into his shaggy hair, half an episode in, small snores echoing against the drama.

you two woke up on the couch in the morning.

“do you want me to heat yours up?” you questioned, motioning to the microwave that was probably older than either of you. “you know i’d rather have it cold as leftovers… but if you want me t—”

he took a bite, focusing back on his laptop. “don’t worry about it, love.”

you, too, took a bite. “what are you even working on?” you asked curiously, looking over his shoulder.

his face was inches from yours when he turned. “can you chew any louder in my ear?” you scoffed, pushing his head lightly to the side, and mocking an obnoxiously loud chew at him. it was probably the least sexy thing you could do. he laughed. “it’s my research final. twelve pages in. i’m writing about aquaculture and its impacts on the environment—did you know that they’re actually bigger than agriculture? not that either are greatly sustainable.”

you admired how different you two were, but you loved listening to him go on and on (and on) about the ocean and fish, even if you had no idea what anything truly meant. he really did suit being a marine biology major in your eyes. his enthusiasm was your enthusiasm.

you did love his little fishtank though. and despite him denying it, you knew he loved that you named them all.

“my final is much better than yours,” you laughed, watching his eyebrows furrow behind his glasses. “all i have to do is make a couple pots—which we’re gonna use for our herb garden after! our green onions and garlic are getting so big!” you cooed. “i was thinking about using their old pots for our basil and rosemary plants, do you think that they would work?”

he took his last bite, using both hands to type now. “i think that would be fine, love.”

“and we can use our new vase as our table centerpiece? your mom’s going to come over for dinner soon, i think she’d like it—maybe i’ll make her one.”

he knew that once you put your mind to it, there was no stopping you. “i’ll get you some pretty flowers for both of them.” he was just glad that you had eaten something before the idea popped into your head.

you pondered. “what’s her favorite color, baby? do you think i should make her a couple mugs or a vase? or a cutesy little plate collection? or a pot? fuck it, i’ll just do them all, she has a gar—”

“y/n,” he cut your ramble off. “you’ve already made her a cutesy plate collection for christmas, and a mug for mother’s day, and a couple pots last semester.”

you pouted. “but those plates are deco—”

“make her the vase, love. her favorite color is purple.” he smiled sweetly. “i’ll help you paint it after you’re done turning it. we can give it to her as a slightly-early birthday present when she comes over, yeah?”

“we’ll get her calla lilly’s, right?” you pleaded.

his hand rested against your cheek, taking a break from the keyboard. “yes, and you can tell me all about the meaning while we stand in line.”

you grabbed his wrist. “great… now c’mon!” he eyed you as you pulled him up with you. “you made me watch that fish documentary with you the other day, so i’m going to show you how to make this vase now.”

“baby, i have three pages left,” he tried to compromise, but you blocked it out. “i’ll just help you paint it.”

“no,” you whined, which he found more adorable than annoying. “she’d love it so much more if you helped me spin it, don’t you think?”

he knew that there was no use arguing with you—after all if this whole art-thing didn’t work out, law had always been your alternative.

“fine,” he gave in, sitting down on the stool as you happily skipped over to grab him an apron and collect an adamant amount of clay. “but if i find clay inside my keyboard after this, you’re in for it.”

“terrified. so scared. i’m shaking in my boots, donghyun.” you shuddered playfully. “i guess you’ll actually get what you want if that happens—a zombie girlfriend—luckily for you, though, this zombie girlfriend of yours has a toothpick and a lot of love for her living boyfriend.”

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Stuck

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x stepsis!reader

Summary | You get stuck under your bed and your step brother Neil is the only one home to help get you out.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, smut, dubious consent, stepcest?, from behind 😼, bondage technically, humiliation, but like it’s unintentional, Neil is a lil delulu and actually think she wants it…, she kind of does tho…, accidental breeding??, cockwarming i guess, minor wedgie-ing lol, dry humping, grinding, spanking, groping, he’s just a pervert lol, purposefully cheesy, not serious.

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | Yeah… honestly man idek anymore. Also if anyone says this is cringe… I’m just gonna say it’s because it’s /supposed/ to be cringe and not because I wrote it in like less than 3 hours 💀

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

You cursed under your breath and pulled harder, but the fabric wouldn’t budge. All you were trying to do was just reach for something you dropped under the bed. But your sleeve got caught on something and you couldn’t get it out. The fabric wouldn’t tear, it was too tight to just slip over your head, and also you could barely see because of how dark it was under there. 

When you heard him call your name from somewhere in the house, you stiffened. Not now. Please not now. Your door swung open and whatever Neil was starting to say immediately got cut off. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, making you roll your eyes. 

“I was trying to grab something but my fucking sleeve got caught and I can’t get it off.” You spat. You were quickly growing frustrated— you just wanted to get out from under there already. “See if you can reach under and help me.” You started pulling again, using your body weight for more force, but it wouldn’t even budge. “Neil!” If he fucking left-

“Calm down. Jeez.” 

“Just help me already. I’ve been here for like ten minutes.” 

“How am I supposed to fit under your bed?” He scoffed. To be fair, you barely fit under here. But he’s so scrawny there’s no reason that he shouldn’t be able to. 

“Figure it out!” You snapped, making him huff. 

“I’m going to try pulling you.” He said and you sighed. 

“Fuck— fine.” His hands wrapped around your ankles and he pulled, making you wince a little. His grip on your ankles made it hurt when he pulled and your top was digging into you even more. “Stop! Okay just— try something else. That hurts.”

“What hurts?” He released your ankles and you sighed, feeling all of the pressure being released. 

“Mostly my ankles.” 

“Okay… Here, I’ll try this.” His hands settled on your hips, making you stiffen. 

“What are you doing?” You rushed out. 

“I’m helping you… Like you literally just yelled at me to do.” He said, sounding annoyed. He didn’t let you get another protest in before tightening his grip and pulling. You slid out a little, making your sleep shorts ride up your legs. He yanked again and you went out a little farther. 

“I can’t… I can’t get a good grip like this.” He was all but panting from exertion. “Get up on your knees.”

“What?” You choked out. 

“If you want my help then just get on your goddamn knees.” He snapped, making you huff. What if you just stayed here forever? That would be better than being in that humiliating position in front of him. But this was already humiliating enough, so what’s a little more?

You sighed and lifted yourself onto your knees with some difficulty. Once you were steady, he wrapped his arms around your lower stomach and pulled back. The top was still digging into you, but you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to get out from under here. He yanked you again and when he let out a low groan, you stiffened. It could've been from exertion… right? When he pulled you back again, you finally felt it. 

“Ew! Gross, Neil— what the hell?” You yelled trying to get out of his grip. You’d rather be stuck under the bed. 

“You’re the one…” another pull, this time his hips met you halfway, “who asked for my help.” He panted, doing it again. He only did it once more before holding you still, not letting you crawl forward under the bed as his hips— his fucking hard on— stayed pressed to your ass. 

“Let me go right fucking now or I swear to god,”

“You’ll what? Yell for mom and dad? Yeah that’ll be real helpful while they’re out of town.” Fuck… you forgot about that. He held you still with one arm while the other groped your ass, spreading you open so his bulge could grind against your slit. When he finally let go of your body, you tried to scramble under the bed, but he grabbed your shorts and underwear and yanked them up, hard, making you cry out. The friction and the pressure was making your clit feel like it was on fire and you whimpered as you tried to squirm out of his hold. 

He pulled you back out of the bed again, then yanked up even more. Your knees were almost off the ground and you could feel tears brimming in your eyes from the pain and humiliation. With most of your ass exposed now, he groped it again, digging his nails into the soft flesh until you winced. He suddenly slapped your ass twice in quick succession and you couldn’t even flinch forward to get away from the sting. He switched his grip and did the same to your other ass cheek, letting out a low groan as you squirmed. He pushed his hips into you again, but since you were higher up now, he was grinding against your cunt instead. 

“I bet you’re not even stuck.” He snickered. “Was this all just an excuse to get your step brother to fuck you?” He cooed mockingly. 

“You watch too much fucking porn, Neil.” You spat. “Let me go!” 

“What kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t help my sister out, hm?” He was grinding on you desperately now, practically humping you while holding you up with a wedgie, and you hated the way it made your clit throb— No. It’s just the pressure from your shorts and underwear… yeah.. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there. We just gotta loosen you up first.” He released you and pulled back, then you heard the sound of his belt, making you scramble forward again. 

“No! Neil— this isn’t funny anymore.” He worked quickly and when his cock was finally free, he grabbed your ankles and used far more force than necessary to pull you back out. He roughly yanked the clothes off your body and put you on your knees again, holding your hips with a bruising grip to keep you from moving. When his cock brushed your slit, you stiffened. “Neil— Neil, wait.” You tried to reach back with your free hand and push him away, but your fingers barely managed to brush against him. 

“Shh… Just let me help you.” He said quietly, lining up with your hole. When he pushed in, your hole body tensed up and a strangled whimper escaped you as he moaned loudly. “Oh fuck… Oh my god— You’re so fucking tight and- and hot… Why is it so hot?” He whined. He kept pushing in until his hips were flush with your ass and you groaned uncomfortably at the pressure on your cervix and the sting of the stretch. “Don’t worry, sis. I’m gonna get you out of there.” He moaned, continuing to babble out senseless words through his sounds of pleasure. 

He slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was inside, then slammed back in, making you all but scream at the sudden forcefulness of the thrust. He kept that up for a while, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, sometimes pulling you back to meet him halfway. He suddenly sped up and you choked on a moan, but quickly bit your lip. You didn’t want to do anything to encourage him. 

“Neil, just— just stop, please. I promise I won’t be mad. I won’t tell anyone.” You whined and he landed a hard slap on your ass. 

“You can stop playing hard to get now. It’s getting a little old.” What? How the fuck were you playing hard to get?? “I mean… c’mon. I get being coy when you were wiggling your ass in front of me, but I’m already inside you… You can drop the act now.” 

“It’s not a fucking act, Neil!” He really does watch too much porn. 

“God— just stop whining already. I’m giving you what you wanted.” 

“I don’t fucking want this— I want you to stop!” Despite your words, the arousal pooling in your stomach was unmistakable. 

“Please, just stop talking.” He whined, long and bratty. “I didn’t exactly picture my first time being spent arguing with you.” 

He’s a virgin?? 

Or… he was a virgin?

You shouldn’t be surprised though. His thrusts were frantic and unpracticed, he wasn’t trying to actually have sex, he was just focusing on pounding something until he finally came, like he probably does when he’s alone. Based on his moans and the way his thrusts turned even more erratic, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer. 

He cursed under his breath and groped your ass, keeping his other hand on your hip so you didn’t try to move away again. He slapped you a few times, not as hard as before, and let out a low moan. 

“Fuck yeah…” He groaned, dragging the words out. “Can’t believe it actually moves like that.” He chuckled, spanking you again. When he grabbed you again and pulled your ass cheek to the side, he choked on a moan as his hips stuttered. 

“Holy shit.” He whimpered. “Fuck— you look so good wrapped around my cock.” He was panting now, getting even closer to his orgasm. “And you’re getting it all wet— oh my god…” He whined. There’s no way that was true…… It would make sense though, based on the way that your clit was basically throbbing by now. 

“You like it when your brother fucks you like this?” 

“Fuck you.” You muttered, cheeks heating up when he chuckled. 

“I like it too, don’t worry. The next time you get yourself ‘stuck’ I’ll help you out again.” He chuckled and you could practically see the smug look on his face. “So fucking good… tight and warm… God I just wanna live in your pussy.” He groaned. You tried not to blush at the praise, but when you did anyway, you told yourself it was out of embarrassment. 

“I’m so close.” He said through a breath. “Where do you want it, huh? Should I do a back shot? Or maybe come on this fat fucking ass instead?” He spanked you three times, emphasizing each word. 

“Or…” He trailed off, making your stomach churn. 

“Neil… No.” You warned, making him whine. 

“Why not?” 

“Because I’m not on birth control and I can’t get knocked up by my fucking brother.” You spat. 

“Step brother.” He corrected, making you roll your eyes. 

“Pull out. I’m serious.” You said lowly, getting ready to try and squirm away from him again. 

“Fuck— fine. Fine. I’ll pull out.” He grumbled, clearly unhappy. You were just glad he actually listened to you. 

Your top had ridden up your back a little bit, so he reached under the bed to pull it back down, but kept his grip on it, rather than holding your hips. He bucked into you wildly and you couldn’t hold in the sounds anymore, not with how rough he was being. The top was digging into you painfully in so many places because of how hard he was pulling on it. 

“Your ass looks so fucking hot like this.” He groaned. His hips were smacking against you almost violently with each thrust and, no doubt, your ass was bouncing each time. “Next time I’m gonna see your tits.” 

There’s not going to be a next time. You wanted to say, but you could barely get any sounds out other than moans. 

“C’mon. Almost there…” He was pulling you back by your top on each thrust and you could feel your breasts moving inside the fabric embarrassingly. Wanting this humiliation to be over, you clenched down on his cock and he choked on a moan as his hips stuttered. “Fuck yes… Holy shit.” He breathed, pulling you back even harder. 

“I’m coming…” He whined, getting ready to pull out, but your sleeve finally ripped and now that there was no tension, you practically flew back onto his cock, forcing a strangled whimper out of you as his cock pushed in the farthest it had so far. He let out a loud moan and even though you could feel hot come hitting your walls, you still tried to crawl away from him— maybe only a little come would lower your chances of getting knocked up, compared to if he stayed buried in you until he finished. He whined loudly and bent over you a little, wrapping his arms around you so you couldn’t move as his hips jerked, filling you up.  

His movements slowed and his sounds stopped, then he was panting, hugging you close and keeping you plugged up so his come wouldn’t drip out. But you need to try and get it out right now— Gravity certainly wasn’t helping your situation either. 

“Neil— Neil, let me go. I have to clean this out.” You weren’t sure how much it would do, but you figured doing something would lessen your chance of getting pregnant, rather than doing nothing. 

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think.” He mumbled, clearly much sleepier than he was a few seconds ago. 

“I don’t care.” You hissed. He sighed and shuffled backwards, keeping your ass pinned to his hips. Once you were out from under the bed, he laid down over you, not letting you get up. “Neil!” 

“Shh.. In a minute. You’re just so warm and tight… don’t wanna leave yet.” He buried his face in your shoulder, getting comfortable. “You smell good.” He took a deep breath through his nose, making you shudder. 

“Okay… You’ve had your fun. Let me go.” You tried to switch tactics— clearly being mean wasn’t doing anything. 

“I know I know… Just a little longer.” Was there even a point now though? You’ll have to get a morning after pill either way… so you might as well just stop fighting him. 

You sighed and closed your eyes. Of course he’s the type to cuddle after sex. He could at least lay with you though… instead of literally on top of you. He let out a quiet breath and you felt his head shift, then he was reaching out to grab your arm so he could examine the sleeve. 

“See? I got you out.” He said proudly, making you roll your eyes with a scoff. 

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Yandere coworker (part 7)

Tw: non con touching and kissing, reader being cringe on main, cyprus being a horndog as usual

Masterlists, part 1, part 8

You had a mild fever and didn't realize it. You can't believe that it took Cyprus of all people to figure it out. Maybe it's the adrenaline and anxiety that's keeping you chock full of energy.

It was embarrassing when you saw the doctor glancing at the very visible Hickey Cyprus left on your neck. But she doesn't seem to care, all she said was to try and not be so stressed even if it's hard. Because that is most likely whatever is causing your immune system to weaken.

Overall, it's nothing too serious. You just needed a couple of paracetamols and a night of rest. She advised you to come back if any other symptoms arise. You accepted the medical certificate that allows you to be absent from work for 24 hours.

Cyprus paid the bills and collected your medication for you despite your protests and whining about how you can cover it yourself. It isn't because you didn't want to burden him, it's because you knew Cyprus would use this against you later.

You were curled into a pathetic ball on his couch, finally feeling the effects of your fever despite eating a couple of pills earlier. Cyprus made you rest your head on his lap as he watches TV. His arm hanging off the back of the sofa, while the other tangled his fingers in your hair.

He told you that the match doesn't start until later at night, you should take a nap.

You told him straight up that you don't want to, and you rather sleep at home alone. He simply rolled his eyes and huffed at your difficultness.

There was a beat of silence before you asked him another question; why you, out of all the other women he could have pulled? There are others who wanted this... Dynamic between him and them.

"I told you." He leaned in. "You're the only respectful one in that office- you're fishing for compliments, aren't you?" A teasing smirk made it's way to his face.

You vehemently denied, saying that you're no different than anyone else. You bring nothing to the table.

He laughed. "You bring your cute little ass to the table." Cyprus brought his digits to your sides, tickling you to the point of cackling. "You're just what I want. What I need. A genuine, humble, pretty girl for me to spoil rotten."

You tried swatting his hands away, but he ended up firmly pushing you off him and onto the soft cushions, before you could do anything else, Cyprus is already straddling your hips. He grinned as he sees you squirming under him, you had nowhere to escape since he's caging you between his sculpted arms.

"You're such a princess too. So small and so weak against me." He whispered in your ears before brushing his lips against the side of your neck. "I love it. I know I'll love fucking my princess in bed too."

You whined and mewled as he assaulted your jaw with kisses, you couldn't move your head because he was grabbing handfuls of your hair.

You felt yourself heating up, you're unsure whether it's due to your fever or something else.

"But you're not ready yet..." He mumbled against your skin and ceased all movements, he's draped over you like a weighted blanket. Finally, he lifted himself off you, but still hovering over your form.

"You're still so shy." He kissed your forehead, yet his lips never parted with you. "So... meek." Cyprus continued talking. He pulled away and stared deep into your eyes, you noted that his glasses weren't on his face anymore.

"Loosen up, baby. I will make you feel good." Purred Cyprus as he slowly slid his hand under your shirt, feeling up your bare skin.

You stared back while holding your breath, eyes wide and cautious. He snorted and grinned.

"You're so funny, doll. I like your cute, little reactions." He retracted his hand and returned to his original seat beside you.

"Happy now?" He laughed at your flustered state. "Want more? I can give you more. Trust me, I have a lot more to say." Cyprus licked his lips while eyeing you sleazily.

You frantically shook your head, that was enough. You're convinced that he likes you for something that you're trying to get rid of: Your pushover trait. Well, you can't start swinging at him. He's still quadruple your size and you would like to keep all your teeth in your gums.

He guffawed, putting his glasses back onto his face. You flinched when he brought the back of his hand close to you, but somewhat relaxed when you realized that he was only trying to check your temperature.

Cyprus then checked the time on his watch. He got up to go elsewhere but came back a few minutes later with a glass of crisp, refreshing water and your pills.

You muttered a thanks as you went ahead and took another dose.

"Screw the match." You turned your head to him as you took a gulp.

"I'm not going." He slumped back onto the sofa, having his steely grey eyes trained on the television.

You asked why. He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the remote control at the monitor as he changed the channel.

"My girl is sick. I don't like seeing their ugly mugs and we haven't had dinner yet." You continued staring at him.

"Duh." He concluded his sentence before tossing the remote control onto your lap.

You said that you can take care of yourself. You told him to just let you go home and you'll be out of his hair.

"I don't want you to get out of my hair." He got up and walked to the kitchen. You twisted your head and saw that he was rolling his sleeves up.

Cyprus opened the fridge door to collect the ingredients for dinner. "I'll be taking care of you. What fucking bastard wouldn't care for his girlfriend?"

You said you don't want him to. And you never agreed to be his woman in the first place, you do not care about him as a person at all. You're only here because he kept stealing your belongings, you asked him where your bags are.

"Soap operas are on channel 132, Reality TV, 123." He cut you off as he washed his hands.

You frowned. You said Cyprus is going to let the organizers down.

"And you think I give a crap?" He shot back, putting a metal pot on the stove.

You said they might not let him participate in the future.

"So?" He began julienning some carrots skillfully on a chopping board, you wonder if he had any prior culinary experience with the way he would slice through the vegetable with such precision and speed.

He might... lose his friends? his reputation? And feel bad? You don't know how else to put it.

Cyprus simply hummed and fell into silence, focusing on his cooking instead. You wonder how he could chop a whole onion without tearing up, its invisible fumes are already stinging your eyes at this distance.

You said that he should at least give them a call that he's not coming tonight.

"You know, for someone who doesn't give a damn about me 'as a person', you sure do care a lot. About me." He drizzled some olive oil into the pot. "...As a person." Cyprus continued.

You said that it's common courtesy. You felt bad for the audience and the ones who invited him.

Cyprus scoffed as he went ahead to chop some potatoes. "Are you bored, doll?" He asked. "If you wanted to help out with dinner, you could have just said so."

You're actually bored without your phone, you would take anything at this point to entertain you. The TV isn't showing you anything good. So you asked if there was anything he could let you do.

"You could take a nap." He nonchalantly replied, sauteeing the onions he prepared earlier.

You said you don't want to. You don't trust him.

"Then, let's talk." His eyes never flitted towards you, always on his workbench and stove. "How do you like your foreplay?" Cyprus went on to cut a slab of chicken breast into small cubes, and he threw them into the pot.

You said you don't want anything to do with it.

"So you prefer to fuck straight away?" Once the onions and meat were sufficiently browned, he poured in enough water to cover everything. "Figures. You're always rushing to get to "the point". You should try enjoying the journey sometimes."

You said that you don't want anything to do with sex.

"Whatever you say, beautiful." He laughed.

You sighed and slumped back onto the sofa. Your ears picked up on the sounds of the soup bubbling.

You decided to ask more about him. Might as well gain knowledge that you could use against Cyprus later. You asked about his family.

"Why? Do you want to meet them? I didn't know we were at that stage already. But I'm not complaining." He used a teasing tone when speaking to you.

You stayed silent, wishing that it was easier to talk to him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, the smile dropped and was replaced with a neutral look. "I have an older sister. Raised by a single mom."

You asked where his father is. He stopped his cooking to look you incredulously in the eyes.

"Really? Not even an "I'm sorry" before asking that straight up? God, you're..." His shoulders sagged in defeat upon seeing your clueless face. "...really something else."

You waited for him to continue. But he simply frowned, almost scowled at your lack of social elegance. Looks like he isn't comfortable telling you about his father.

You asked more about his childhood.

"It was fine." He took out another pot, poured in some raw rice, and washed it under the tap.

You asked about his relationship with his mother.

"She worked three jobs to feed the two of us. Never really saw her around."

What about his sister?

"She raised me. Taught me how to fight, taught me how to cook, built me a backbone, and..." He paused momentarily. "Well. You wouldn't expect a nine-year-old kid to be the best mother in the world. Especially when she never asked for a brother that acts like her son."

He subconsciously brought his hand up to the back of his shoulder.

You asked about the relationship between him and his family now.

"We're doing fine." He placed the lid on the pot of rice and turned the heat up. "My sister lives a couple hours away from me. My mom..."

Now invested in his life story, you stared at him.

"She lives down the street." He placed another lid on the pot containing the soup. Cyprus then walked to the sofa, plopping down next to you.

"She's retired. Good for her, though. She deserves to rest."

You asked if he talks to her. To which, he nods.

"She would sometimes bring some food over. It's weird, I never knew what my own mom's cooking tasted like until I was 19. I only knew my sister's and my own."

You asked if he talks to his sister.

"Nope. Can't say I blame her, though. I was a piece of shit to raise." He brought his hands behind his head and leaned backward.

"What about you?" He asked, his grey eyes piercing into yours.

You gave him a summary of your life since birth and your current status with your family and other relatives, most of them are back in your hometown and home country.

He hummed in acknowledgment. Cyprus went on to check your temperature again, this time by touching the back of your neck.

There was silence between the both of you, accompanied by the sounds of dinner cooking away on the stovetops.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Spit it out." He broke the quietness by gently nudging your leg with his feet.

You blurted out if he chose you because you reminded him of a maternal figure he wanted.

His jaw went slack as he stared at you in disbelief. "What the fuck are you talking about, doll?"

You said that you couldn't give him what he wanted. You suggested going to therapy to work his "mommy issues" out before dating, so he wouldn't get hurt when his girlfriends couldn't fulfill that requirement of his. You do not have a single motherly bone in you, apologizing if you have accidentally come off as that way at first. You can't take care of him like how a proper mothering girlfriend would.

"Obviously! You can't even take care of yourself! What the fuck are you even on about? I'm not looking for another mom. I'm looking for a girlfriend! You-" He took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. He groaned in frustration and in extreme bafflement.

"Christ, what is with your thoughts? If I was looking for a woman to baby me, you don't even come close. Look at yourself! You barely feed yourself, you either sleep too little or too much, you can't even tell that you've had a fever, You didn't even know when to take your meds, you can't get off that damn phone and you let everyone walk all over you at work. If anything, it's the opposite, I'm looking to baby someone!"

You sat still and listened to his exasperated rant. You cringed internally; yes, you were definitely reaching, desperately trying to get him to let you go by reasoning. You were so sure that this argument would work, because you held this bias where men that have rocky relationships with their maternal figures would want a partner who is motherly. Thanks to your excessive internet usage and limited interaction with the real world.

He tiredly rubbed his face. "You have got to go out more, doll. That... fucking website is rotting you from the inside out."

You looked away in embarrassment.

"You were spewing the exact same bullshit I see online. I can't believe you're--" He heaved a sigh.

"It's fine. Our brains do not work the same during an active addiction." He stood back up and headed to the stove.

You told him you're not addicted to your phone.

"Yeah. And I'm totally not addicted to smoking." He took out a stack of paper bowls from a cabinet. He pulled out a couple of disposable wooden spoons and forks from his drawers.

"Come on, dinner's ready."

[hulhudhonado]

So I Heard A Rumor...

Synopsis: You promised Kaeya drinks, he promised to be your wingman so you can finally ask his brother, Diluc, on a date. However your plan comes crashing when rumor comes out that you would be buying drinks for all the knights. You also just can't seem to get rid of this bard who keeps singing songs to you. Will you achieve your chance to ask your dream man out? Let's find out.

CW: ALCOHOL, OTHER THAN DILUC NO ONE IS GOING TO BE SOBER, minor swearing, Venti is a bit clingy too

HC: Reader is gender-neutral, Reader does not have a vision, Reader works as a knight, Reader is very clearly in love with Diluc (lol)

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Jean, Mentions of Favonious knights and Traveller (Honorary Knight)

Note: Going to apologise in advance because I have no idea how alcohol works as I am not a drinker and don't plan to. I clown on Diluc a lot because my friend is obsessed with him however funnily enough he is the character I have the most ideas with. I'm talking angst, fluff, comfort, everything. Anyway enjoy this cringe fest! Please make sure to like, comment or reblog the post. It helps it reach a wider audience and motivates me to write more silly stuff like this. Enjoy!

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The current situation was far from ideal. Tonight was supposed to be the night you finally dared to ask Diluc out on a date. However, right now you were surrounded by drunken knights who wouldn’t stop singing along with an even more drunk bard who had his whole body wrapped around you. You could see Diluc seething at the bar, his fist clenched on the glass so tight you were certain it would break any minute now.

Backtracking to how you have ended up in this situation, it all started because of a rumour. Whispers among the crowd saying Donna was going to make her move soon. You couldn’t allow this, you had loved Diluc since his days as a knight! Sure you never dared to confess this entire time but Donna barely had any history with this man compared to you! She had a long way to go to get to your level. However, it didn’t help that Diluc was a bachelor and a perfect one at that. Even if Donna did or didn’t make her move, someone else might snatch him up sooner or later. It didn’t help that the honorary knight seemed to have become close to him as well. You need to act fast.

So you made a deal with Kaeya, if anyone was going to help you it had to be him. When you first told him about your crush he burst out laughing, before realising you were serious.

“Wait shit for real?” He asked, dumbfounded. You nod, trying not to be embarrassed. He stared at you like you had just said the most unbelievable thing. In Kaeya’s defence, you did say the most outrageous thing imaginable. He knew Diluc was considered a hot target in the single’s market, but for you to also fall for his charms? A shocking revelation.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You ask, now impatient. You didn’t have time to let him make fun of you for liking his brother, someone could be seducing him right now! Kaeya blinked at you in disbelief. However, his face soon shifted to a shit-eating grin. You groaned, instantly regretting your decision. “If you’re not then I’m going to ask someone else ok?!” You exclaim, annoyed and try your best not to give him more reason to make fun of you.

“Nah nah! You came to the right place! I’ll help, I'm an amazing wingman!” He laughed. You shushed him, you didn’t want anyone else to know about this and Kaeya tried his best to hold in his laughter but chuckles and giggles could not stop escaping this man. “Just buy me a couple of drinks and I’ll make sure you both end up in bed together by the end of the night!” He teased, which only made you groan.

That was the plan, you buy him drinks and he would help you look good enough for Diluc to swoon over you. However, for some reason, word got out and suddenly the whole knight team was out and about ready to get drinks from you.

“Wow, aren't you generous? Paying for the knights to drink as much as they want!” Swan chuckled. You didn’t know how it ended up like this, even Kaeya shrugged at you confused. Somehow word got out that you would be paying for ALL the knights to drink until they passed out. It had gotten so big that even Jean decided to join in.

“Well, the knights barely have time to come together and have fun, so I couldn’t miss this.” She smiled at you and that stopped you from calling the whole thing off because there was no way you could say no to Jean.

So now here you were, at Angel Share, drunk knights singing and playing games at the bar. You chugged down on a bottle of wine, feeling like absolute shit. Not only were you going to have to pay for all this but right now you were the worst offender in Diluc’s eyes. Dragging all the knights here and ruining his shift. All you wanted to do was confess but instead, you ended up creating the worst environment for any love to happen.

Finally the damn bard on your lap. You don’t know how he got into this but he was drinking off your tab as well. He was so grateful for your generosity that he decided the best way to show it was by singing tunes dedicated to you while sitting on your lap. He had one arm wrapped over your neck, which strummed the lyre in his hands. He was wrapped around you like spaghetti on a fork. It didn’t help that Diluc could see this man sit on your lap while singing tunes about how wonderful you were.

So right now in Diluc’s eyes, you were, a drunk who wastes their money on alcohol, loves to bring chaos to environments, and also a flirt who has no shame in doing PDA with strangers.  The least ideal person to date. You avoided any eye contact with Diluc, you could not face him at this point. You turned to look at Kaeya who was completely out of it. He had drunk so much that he was pretty much passed out just a couple of minutes ago.

‘So much for being a wingman…’ you thought, but honestly speaking in this situation, if Kaeya spoke up it would have probably ended up worse. You looked at the time, seeing how it was almost 12. The bar was set to close soon and Diluc would begin to kick out the knights. Finally, this terror would end and you could go back to your house to cry yourself to sleep. You were smart enough to call the next day off. you hoped whoever spread the rumour had a terrible hangover tomorrow while working the next day. They deserved it.

As you continued to curse the people who spread these twisted rumours, the bard decided to speak up after chugging down another glass. “You seem down my friend! Another song will cheer you up!” He laughed, stringing his lyre once more ready for another song. Cheers of knights could be heard across the bar, hyping him up for another. You sighed, placing a hand on the lyre and putting it down. “No no, I think we had enough songs for tonight. Let’s end the night guys.” You say, trying to stand up while carrying the bard bridal style.

As you tried to stand up, the bard whined trying to shake you off. You underestimating how drunk you were couldn’t carry his weight anymore, especially when he was moving around. You tried to steady yourself but the bard would not stop squirming leading you to slip and fall down. Making sure the bard didn’t hit the floor, and get hurt you shifted your body so you would land on the ground instead, your back hitting flat on the floor while the bard fell on top of you to soften his fall.

The bard whined, resting his head on your chest while you had your grip him to make sure he didn’t get hurt during the fall. The crack of glass could be heard in an instance. Everyone turned towards the sound to see that Diluc had in fact, shattered the glass he was cleaning the entire night.

“Out.” He said. The aura in the tavern immediately turned grim. Knights anxiously made their way out the door, saying their goodbyes to you. Jean carried Kaeya on her back, giving you a weak drunk smile before heading out as well. The bard clearly didn't get the clue as he had passed out on top of you.

Diluc was mad and it was all your fault. You could feel the tears come out. It especially didn’t help that you were drunk out of your mind, unable to hold back your emotions. You gently pushed the bard off you, trying to stand up. At this point, the only people left were you, Diluc, and the passed-out bard. 

You mumble sorry, trying to get up while tears continue to flow down your face. Unable to see clearly made it a bit of a struggle to get up, it also prevented you from noticing Diluc who had somehow made his way to you. You jolted up, almost falling over once more, but he caught you before another slip occurred. His arm wrapped your waist gently, steadying you up. You could feel yourself heat up.

“You have to be careful. Here.” He mumbled, guiding you to sit down. You were shocked he had not kicked you out honestly. You looked at him teary-eyed as he pulled out a handkerchief from his apron, dapping your tears away.

“You can sit here and wait until I close. I’ll drop you off afterward. “ He exclaimed, placing the cloth in your hands. “Oh no you don’t have to, I need to drop off the bard home first.” You say, your hands gripping on the cloth ever so tightly. You didn’t dare to stay with Diluc, especially after how terrible the night went. You wanted to leave as soon as possible but the minute you mentioned the bard you could see Diluc halt.

His gaze turned cold as he glared at the unconscious bard on the floor. He walked towards him, picking the bard up from the scruff of his clothes and heading towards the door. He tossed the bard out like trash before dusting his hands off. “Venti can figure out his way to get home. You're unsteady and drunk, so I’m taking you home myself.” You had no escape now. Muttering an ok, you put your head down trying to feel as small as you could.

Were you such a mess that Diluc didn’t think you were capable enough to get home? You were still a knight! Sure you weren’t an honorary knight but you were one, and a decent one at that. You could feel your thoughts spiral but it always leads to the same conclusion. Diluc would never like you back and probably felt pity for you.

You didn’t know how long you were lost in your thoughts, before Diluc spoke up. “I’m done, let’s get going.” He said. You try to answer but the alcohol finally seems to be in your system because you couldn't force yourself to say coherent words. You groan which only made Diluc sigh.

He lifted you from your seat, making you wrap your arm around his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist once more and held onto your arm with his hand. You immediately could feel the heat from his body. You were already sweating because of the alcohol but now with his heat on your side, you could almost feel your skin burn. You whine, trying to push him away a bit but his grip on you was firm. You look him directly in the eyes. Big mistake.

He had the same poker face he usually had but for some reason, stars were dancing in his eyes tonight. Was he always this beautiful? You weren’t sure if the alcohol was playing tricks on your mind because you couldn’t believe how stunning this man looked. Looking carefully at his face you could see light scars scattered around his jaw. His cheeks were decorated with slight freckles. You couldn't believe how close you were to even notice them.

You weren’t sure what came over you but it was too late to stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you.” You stared at him before suddenly realising what you had just said. You can’t believe you had just said that. You wanted to take it back, your brain was wrecking up on excuses to say to him.

‘It’s a joke’ or ‘I didn’t mean to say that’ or even an ‘I meant it for someone else’. Your brain kept thinking of various things you could say but nothing would spill out. So here you were mouth gaping open, begging yourself to say something.

Diluc sighed, and you could feel your heart shatter. “Let’s take you home.” You didn’t argue, letting him drag you back to your house. You could feel yourself fall asleep on the way. You gave up in defeat. At least you were off the next day, you would be able to drown in your sorrows tomorrow.

As you tried to comfort yourself, you felt yourself drift off asleep. You could hear Diluc speak but the words wouldn’t register, you needed to escape from him for a bit.

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You woke up on your bed, you turned to look out the window to see that it was still clearly night. You groan, sitting up on your bed. Your room was dark but you could see a light peeking under the door of your room, the living room light was still on. You groggily walk out of the room to turn it off, only to see Diluc outside. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

You look at him in disbelief while he turns to face you. “You ok? It’s too late to buy hangover medicine so I wanted to see if you had any stocked up.” You try to speak, only to be stopped by a cough. Your throat felt so dry, you couldn’t say a word. “Oh, drink this.” Diluc handed you a glass of water, which you chugged down in an instant.

“I was going to hand it to you with the medicine but never mind. You should go rest, I’ll leave soon.” He said, continuing his search in your cupboard. You shook your head. “You can just leave, it’s fine, I can take care of myself.” You wanted him gone as soon as possible. As domestic as it felt having him in your house taking care of you, this man rejected your confession and you didn’t have the strength to handle it at this moment.

You had a splitting headache and a broken heart and Diluc being here was not going to fix that. Diluc halted, stopping his search, you could see a frown on his face as he closed the drawers before turning to you. “Can I ask you something?” He asked, ever so quietly. He was always a silent type of guy, but even this time you could hear how vulnerable he was. The way he asked you in such a soft way made you instantly answer him without a second thought. “Go ahead.” You wanted to hit yourself, you wish you didn’t have such a soft spot for him.

“I heard a rumour, going around…” he continued. He played with his hands, fiddling them about as if he was feeling shy. You cringed at the thought, why would Diluc of all people feel shy? You were just being delusional at this point. As you contemplated your thoughts he continued. “People were saying you invited the knights out for drinks because you got engaged, is that true?” 

The cup you had in your hands dropped to the ground. You were glad it wasn’t glass because it would have shattered in an instant, and you had seen enough things shatter today. However, you honestly could not believe the words that had just come out of Diluc’s mouth. “Wait what? Are you serious?” You ask, completely thinking this was a prank. “Why would you think that? Who would even say that?” Who was spreading these rumours around? You were going to kill them.

“So it’s false?” “Of course it’s false! I’m not even dating anyone!” You exclaim, now wondering whether your confession was rejected because Diluc thought you were cheating on your nonexistent partner. 

“So you aren’t dating Venti?” “I don’t even know who that is!” You say, frustrated. You put your hands on your face, feeling annoyed. You groan into them in anger. All these stupid rumours were the reason you were here with a horrible headache and Diluc looking at you like you were scum on Earth. You wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear right now.

“Then can you do me a favour?” Diluc spoke up, disturbing your grovelling session. You look up from your hands and stare at him sadly. “What?” You weakly ask.

“Can you confess to me again when you aren’t drunk?” You blink, unsure of what you just heard. “What?” You say, still unable to process what he had just asked you to do.

“Your confession. Say it to me when you aren’t drunk.” He said once more, looking at you with his unchanged expression. He was being deadly serious. He was asking you to confess again. “Wait wait, so you don’t hate me?” Diluc tilted his head, eyebrow raised. He seemed shocked you even said that. “Why would I ever hate you? Were people saying that?” He asked, crossing his arms, his face turned dark when he said it but you shook your head. “No no, but, does that mean you like me?” You ask, feeling sheepish.

And for the first time this entire night, you could see a small smile fall on his lips. His face softened, no longer a glare in his eyes. His cheeks rose a bit when he smiled and you were certain this smile was for you. “Ask again when you aren’t reeking of alcohol.” He retorted back playfully. “Now, off to bed, I’ll head out now. I heard that you won’t be at work tomorrow so I better hear from you soon.”

With that, he left you, alone in your house, with your thoughts full of him. You knew for a fact you were not going to be able to sleep the entire night, nor was your headache going to be fixed by any type of medicine. 

Sorry Mondstadt, but your favourite bachelor is finally going to be off the market!

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The slight sounds of a lyre could be heard in the distance on the streets of Mondstadt. A drunk bard still singing a tune.

“Did you hear about this rumour? There is going to be love in the air soon~”

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[skellebonez]

A Matter of Affection (A Gen LMK Oneshot)

I have a lot of feelings about AroAce MK and Sun Wukong. So, naturally, I HAD to write my own little oneshot of MK realizing he is now a celebrity and that comes with the side effect of... suitors. That he does not want. I am not aromantic, but I am asexual and have talked to enough aromantic people to know there is a lot of overlap between our experiences. So I did my best to convey this through MK and everyone else.

Hope you enjoy this!

(Note: DragonFruit, FreeNoodles, and IronBull are mentioned in passing. Written BEFORE Season 4 came out.)

AO3 Link.

Ok, MK, you can do this… You just have to ask him… ask your mentor for some advice, this is totally fine and not awkward at all. Asking for advice is completely normal. This isn’t awkward. Just. Ask… for advice…’

He was lying to himself, he knew it.

How could this not be awkward?

MK had never asked anyone, let alone Sun Wukong, for help with something like this before. He wanted to ask Mei, she was the only one who knew… well, everything about him at this point, but she was live streaming and he didn’t want to interrupt her while she was having fun just to ask for some advice. Even IF she would gladly pause the stream for his comfort once she realized he was being serious.

So, instead, he found himself flying over in bird form to Mount Huaguo so he could pay his mentor a visit. He’d been doing this just about every day he had free time (and wasn’t due for training) just to say hello, make sure the king wasn’t lonely and to bond more after everything that had happened over the last year. Things seemed to have finally smoothed out into some kind of new normal for everyone.

MK claimed the visit was to deliver Sun Wukong a free “canceled” order of noodles that was close to what he normally ordered, which was not entirely a lie. But he normally would have just eaten it himself or given it to Tang. So in reality it was just an excuse.

But in his attempt to psych himself up to ask for advice he managed to almost psych himself out.

This should be easy! The Monkey King and him were as close as they had ever been as mentor and student (to the point some people, Mei and Sandy namely, said they came off as family). And given who the Monkey King was he MUST have had to deal with similar awkward situations in the past.

So…

“Hey, uh, Monkey King?”

“Yeah bud?”

“Have you ever had someone confess they liked you before?”

Sun Wukong turned to look at his student, an almost disappointed look on his face.

“MK. Bud. I’m Sun Wukong. I’ll give you two guesses and the other one doesn’t count.”

“That many huh?”

“It was CONSTANT,” Sun Wukong said with a laugh. “I mean, I get it. How can I not attract so many admirers when I am…” The monkey king stood, smirking as he struck a pose worthy of any popular C-Drama poster. “Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Hea-”

“Did you ever accept?” MK interrupted, immediately cringing at the fact he did so.

“Absolutely not,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug, seemingly not bothered by the interruption. “Even if I ever wanted a partner like that? I was way too busy. Journeys to journey on, monks to keep from being eaten alive, you know the story.”

“You never wanted a partner?” MK’s brow raised as he tried to remember all the stories about the immortal he had heard in the past. “Never?”

“Well… hmn” Sun Wukong trailed off, seeming to drop deep into thought as he rubbed his chin and looked into the distance. MK assumed he was trying to find the best words to use for his explanation. “How do I put it… Not never as in never wanting to have a companion. I loved being around people! And I loved some people, just not in the way other people seemed to have loved me. I wouldn’t mind having a life partner who’s cool with hugs and cuddles and spending all our time together without any of the other stuff! I don’t hate thinking about, like… kissing someone? Unless it’s on the cheek or something I’d rather just avoid that if I can, but if it makes my partner happy I think I would be ok with only that. That make sense?”

There was the softest kind of half joking grimace on the Monkey King’s face when he mentioned kissing, the same kind that MK had seen on his own face in the mirror. And then it clicked.

“Oh… my gosh…” MK said, eyes widening in realization. “Is this really going to be how I find out we’re both aroace? SERIOUSLY!?”

“Arrow what now?” 

“You don’t have any interest in being with anyone romantically?” MK asked, jumping to stand in front of his mentor. He almost bounced up and down in place, barely able to hold in his excitement. “At all? And never have?”

“No..?” Sun Wukong said slowly, reaching out to put a hand on MK’s head to hold him steady for a second. “Bud, answer my question pl-”

“Aromatic asexual,” MK blurted out, awkward and almost too fast.

It clearly took the king a second to process what he said, but once he did…

“THERE’S A NAME FOR IT!?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” MK replied to the king’s outburst with a laugh. He bounced harder, despite the hand on his head, in sheer excitement. “I’ve never actually met someone else in person who’s aro or ace or bot, only online! And-and it’s YOU of all people and- WAIT!”

MK held out his hands, taking the immortal’s hand off his head.

“That was a sudden change of tone,” Sun Wukong joked when he caught the serious look on his student’s face. “I’m gonna take a guess and ask if this aroace stuff is related to your initial question?”

“Yeah,” MK said, now feeling a bit more confident and comfortable in being able to ask for some advice. “There’s this girl who’s been coming to the shop over the last few weeks, almost every two days. I think she’s one of the civilians I rescued last month when that clan of beetle demons came to attack the city. And uh…”

“She asked you out, didn’t she?”

“YES!” MK said with a groan as he pulled at his hair. “And she’s super nice and really pretty and any guy or girl would probably be SUPER LUCKY to date her but! I don’t! LIKE PEOPLE IN THAT! WAY!”

“Breathe, MK,” Sun Wukong said, gently guiding his student to let his hair go. “What did you tell her?”

“I had to… think about it?”

“Oh boy…”

“I didn’t wanna tell her no immediately!” MK said, biting his lip now. “I felt… I dunno, pressured? Pigsy and Tang were watching me and…it was awkward.”

“Well, you have to tell her no somehow,” Sun Wukong said with a nod as he rubbed his chin. “You can’t leave her hanging, there’s bound to be some hero worship driving her to ask you out the way she did so quickly and that can be a tough thing to accidentally play into.”

“I know…” MK said. “But I don’t know how. And what about after that? Are MORE people going to ask me out?”

“Definitely, you’re a celebrity now,” Sun Wukong said, almost sounding apologetic.

“Aw man… what should I do?” MK asked as his mentor paced around him in a circle. “Just say ‘I don’t swing any way ever, I’d rather just have super close friends’ for the rest of my life? I’ve only had to say it like… twice and I’m already feeling burnt out!”

“You turned down two other people?”

“No,” MK said with a shake of his head. “I’ve told Mei I’m aroace and I had to tell the metal brothers so they would stop trying to set me up with Mei and Red.”

“Understood. Well, you don’t have to say it every time,” Sun Wukong said with a wave of his hand. “You could wear a hat with that on it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Listen,” the monkey king said with a smile as he finally stopped in front of his student. “If you can handle the Lady Bone Demon you can handle telling a normal human you’re not interested in them. And if they give you any trouble, you have a whole family behind you to back you up… Even people who can pick up a building with their bare hands could use emotional support, or so Sandy keeps telling me.”

“... that means a lot, Monkey King,” MK said with a genuine smile. “But I… how do I tell her no if she asks me at work again? I don’t wanna be unprofessional and make Pigsy look bad.”

“Good point,” Sun Wukong said with a hum. “And my usual ‘no thanks’ and flying off wouldn’t really work when you’re trapped by societal convention… BUT! There’s someone else who may be able to help you since he also works in the service industry!”

“... wait, you don’t mean-”

~

“What do you want, Noodle Boy?”

“Aw, no hello to your second best pal?”

“HELLO, Noodle Boy,” Red Son said as he rolled his eyes. “What do you want? Answer quickly before I shut this-”

“How do I turn down a girl who asks me out on a date?”

The fiery demon stared blankly at him, blinking only when MK rushed into his house to get out of the fiery inferno around the Bull Family home and into some shade.

“I… someone asked you out on a date?” Red Son asked, raising one eyebrow in confusion. “You? Noodle Boy? The man who literally never noticed when people are flirting with him?”

“I don’t do that!” MK said, immediately pausing. “... have people been flirting with me? Really?”

“Constantly,” Red Son said as he shut the door and turned to face his unwanted guest. “I honestly don’t know how you never- WHY ARE YOU IN MY FACE?”

“Listen to me carefully,” MK said as he held Red Son’s face in his hands. “I trust you with this information because you’re my friend and Mei loves you. I am aroace. If love was pizza you could order? And platonic love was the toppings? I would be ordering none pizza with left beef every day of my life. So I wouldn’t know flirting if it bit me on the ass.”

“... oooooooooooooooh,” Red Son said with realization dawning on his face as he pushed the other’s hands away. “I see, you’re like the Monkey King. That changes nothing, really, barring the urgency you must be feeling.”

“You knew the Monkey King was aroace?”

“It wasn’t hard to piece together,” Red Son said with a shrug. “I should have guessed the same about you, given your obliviousness to the aforementioned flirting. And also how strongly you reacted when someone assumed you were dating Mei the other week during your last third wheeling session on our date.”

“And I am very sorry about that,” MK said honestly. “But I could still use some help.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Red Son asked with a frown. “If the Monkey King couldn’t help you in this area? I was the worst person for you to come to as a second choice. I wasn’t exactly waving suitors off with a baseball bat while working on my bots or helping my mother plan father’s return. Neither was flirtation the first on anyone’s mind when the New Year celebrations were in full swing with my father standing behind me and people coming back to complain my food was ‘too spicy’. And considering we live in the middle of nowhere I didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with random peasants flirting with me, you know.”

“There’s no way that’s possible when you look the way you do,” MK countered.

Red Son sputtered, looking at the other man in shock. “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“I’m aroace, Red, not incapable of recognizing when someone is objectively hot… pun not intended.”

“I am just going to let that be a compliment and move on,” Red Son said, his face matching his name more and more the longer he spoke. “Anyway, Mei is the first person to ask me out in centuries. I genuinely have no idea how I would tell someone no because I haven’t had to since I was like… the demon age equivalent of 15. And I didn’t have a chance to because that guy was trying to steal from us and got pushed off the roof by one of my Bull Clones.”

“Going to overlook the admission of murder-”

“HE LIVED!”

“-and instead ask if you know anyone else who can help?” MK continued. “I’d ask Mei but, you know, streaming.”

“Hmmn… You could always ask my parents?” Red Son offered with a shrug. “From what they’ve mentioned in the past they were both quite popular with their own respective circles, father especially. They had to turn down more suitors than they could count so they would likely be your best bet for discussing a plan of action.”

“... I mean… I guess that makes sense?” MK mused for a moment. “You’re sure they’re not going to just… tell me to ‘crush them like the unworthy peon they know themselves to be’, right?”

“I make no promises.”

“Ah. Great… I don’t… I mean, I… Could we keep the aroace thing between us for now?”

Red Son looked at MK for a moment before sighing, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“They’re my parents, Noodle Boy, you don’t have to tell them anything you don’t want them to know.”

“... thanks. I mean it.”

And he did.

~

DBK stared at MK.

MK stared at DBK.

"I… usually ran away," DBK admitted with an oddly embarrassed and soft tone.

"I don't know what answer I expected. But it wasn't that."

"I was a VERY shy calf, THIEF!"

MK had managed to avoid having to come out to literally everyone he talked to that day, but in exchange for having Red Son keep his secret for the short time being until he felt it necessary to tell the entire Bull Family (and there was no need in his mind, they could live without ever knowing this about him) he was now having one of the most awkward conversations of his entire 21 years of living.

And he thought asking the Monkey King was going to be awkward.

“It was quite adorable to see him literally running away from his suitors,” Princess Iron Fan said with a chuckle. “Maybe that’s why I gave him a chance when he finally worked up the courage to ask me. Even when he saw me literally blowing his competition away with my fan he still braved the chance to give me flowers and ask for one afternoon together.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet,” MK couldn’t help but say when he saw the wistful look Red’s mom wore when looking at her husband. Romance may have never been for him personally, but a good romantic story or seeing other people happy always managed to make him happy by proxy. “Unfortunately, I don’t think those are options for me.”

“Understandably so,” DBK said with a gruff nod. “You have both an image to upkeep as the simian’s successor AND as a duty to your boss.”

“Maybe Mei is done streaming…” MK muttered. “She’s had to tell so many people no, especially stream snipers, that she’ll probably know what to do.”

Princess Iron Fan chuckled at the mention of her son’s girlfriend.

"Frankly I'm quite amazed that Mei had to be the one to pursue my son, considering he is usually the one more prone to pining."

"MOTHER!"

"It runs in the family, dear."

"Not you too, father…"

“And I am going to head out before Red Son feels I know too much!” MK announced, turning to leave. “Thank you for the advice anyway, I appreciate it!”

"You know you could ask your dads for advice, right?" PIF said suddenly.

"...I forgot I could do that."

"How are we not dead?" DBK questioned under his breath. "He forgets so much."

“I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY ASKED THEM IF YOU CAME TO ME, NOODLE BOY!”

~

MK felt so… stupid.

He couldn’t believe that he never thought to just ask Pigsy and Tang. They were right there and all he would have to do was wait for the day to end. So… why?

Why not just ask his dads?

“MK!” Mei’s voice suddenly sounded as he slowly walked his way back through the city, pulling him from his thoughts. “I was just heading to get some dinner at Pigsy’s! I assume you’re heading in the same way?”

“Sort of?” MK answered with an awkward chuckle. “I’m kinda… taking my time in a walk of shame since I realized I just made my day a lot harder than it needed to be.”

“What do you mean?” Mei asked as she fell into step beside her friend.

“A girl I rescued asked me out on a date and I didn’t exactly tell her no or yes,” MK started, watching as Mei grimaced in sympathy. “So I asked Monkey King for some advice since, you know, he’s bound to have experience with fans and stuff asking him out. But he couldn’t help me with telling her no if she asks while I’m at work. Then he sent me to Red Son who also couldn’t give me advice so he sent me to his parents, who ALSO couldn’t give me advice because they either ran or literally tossed their confessors away from them and THEN PIF said I could have asked my dads and I realized she was right and I wasted basically my whole day running around for dating advice… and now the Monkey King and Red Son know about me being aroace too, that also happened.”

“Whoa, slow your roll,” Mei said, pulling MK to the side of the walkway so people could go around them. “You told Sun Wukong and Red you’re ace? One after the other?”

“Yeah,” MK said with a nod.

“OK, well,” Mei said with her own nod. “Considering you’re telling me and nothing else was mentioned I assume they both took it well! Which is good, glad for you, but… I also know your dads don’t know yet. Are you comfortable coming out three times in one day to four people?”

“It’s way less embarrassing than what I’m going to ask them,” MK said slowly. “And embarrassment is really what I’m worried about-”

“I’m not asking if it’s embarrassing,” Mei said slowly. She put a hand on MK’s shoulder. “I’m asking if you’re comfortable. You had a panic attack when you told ME. And I know they’re them and things are definitely going to be ok, but it’s a lot in one day dude. That’s… that’s a lot of coming out one after the other.”

MK paused, looking at Mei for a moment before smiling and taking her hand off his shoulder to just hold it for a second.

“I think I’ll be ok,” he said. “I’d appreciate some support, though? I think after LBD my anxiety meter is a little broken so I may be running on adrenaline right now.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Mei said as she squeezed his hand. “We’re BBFs, Best Buds Forever. A little support is the least I can offer.”

“Thanks. Like I said though, I’m more worried about the embarrassment. Do you know how embarrassing it is to ask your parents for relationship advice?" MK asked with a deadpan tone. "Let alone dating advice from ones who don't know you have no interest in dating and you have to ask them about how to turn people DOWN?"

"Nope," Mei said. "I looked it all up online."

"I fear for what you may have read."

"I am eternally traumatized!" Mei said with a wide smile, her tone making MK chuckle despite the implications.

“... you’re a really good friend, you know that?”

“... I try to be.”

“Thanks. I mean it.”

And he meant it then too.

~

“I… I need to ask you guys something,” MK said almost immediately after they got to the noodle shop.

Maybe it was his tone, more tired and shaky than he meant for it to sound. He guessed some of the adrenaline had seeped away from him on his short walk back with Mei. Or maybe it was the fact it was such a slow day that Pigsy never even had to call him back and the shop was empty and quiet until the door opened for himself and Mei.

But something about the situation made his dads look at each other in concern.

“Sure, sit down,” Tang said, gesturing for MK to sit next to him. Mei sat down to his other side with no need for guidance.

"What’s up?” Pigsy said as he stopped what he was doping to stand in front of MK. When there was no reply he sighed, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?" 

That softest smile that was reserved only for comforting family made MK feel like he really could be honest with his dads. He told everyone else by now so… why not them? He could totally do it.

"Well… I have… a bit of girl trouble?" MK started, holding up a hand before either of them could say anything else. “But it’s… I want to… turn her down?”

“That’s it?” Pigsy said with a raise of his brow. “Is this the same girl that asked you out yesterday?”

“Yeah…” MK said slowly. He felt Mei squeeze his hand in silent assurance. “It’s just… she’s pretty! But I have no idea who she is and… I don’t… I don’t… wanna date. I don’t wanna date anyone… ever?”

“MK,” Tang said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “MK, were you worried about telling us that?”

“Yeah?” He said quickly with a shrug. “I know, you always say you’ll love me no matter what, but… I mean… you two looked so excited at the idea of me dating someone that I felt I couldn’t say no to her. Plus, I didn’t wanna look like a jerk as the Monkie Kid or make Pigsy’s look bad because of me. I-”

“Whoa, hang on,” Pigsy said as he leaned over the counter. “Kid, MK, you’re not gonna make the shop look bad because you turned down someone who asked you out on the job. If anything, I’d make us look bad by chasing them out if they gave you any trouble for it.”

“Wait, you mean it?” MK said in awe as he stared at his dad. 

“Yup,” Pigsy said with a nod.

“We’re sorry if we made you feel pressured to say yeah by being excited,” Tang said, looking at Pigsy and waiting for his nod before continuing. “We just want you to be happy.”

“And what if never being with someone is what makes me happy?” MK asked. “What if I wanna just be with you guys and have friends I can hug and that’s it?”

“Then we’re happy if you’re happy,” Pigsy and Tang said at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before chuckling at the way they synced up.

“Oh thank HECK,” MK said, immediately slumping down onto the counter. “I was worried over nothing and now I’m exhausted.”

“Hey, you were worried about how they’d react and that’s understandable,” Mei said as she spoke up from his other side. “Like how I was with my parents.”

“And there’s no exhaustion that a nice bowl of Pigsy’s noodles can’t fix,” Pigsy said with a chuckle. “Come on. Tell us everything. It sounds like we have some revelations to go over because you’re… non-romantic?”

“Aromantic,” Tang corrected. “Hmn… maybe that explains why you have so much love to give to everyone else platonically.” 

His tone of voice told MK that was clearly a joke made in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

And it worked.

As awkward as it was, MK started to laugh.

“Well… it started when I saved her about a month ago.”

[starstruck-flames]

Normal - Dabi

Forcing someone to be your sense of normal never works. Love as you are, and love as they are. Or else you’ll come to regret it in the end.

Side note, real serious note: never let anyone tell you who you are. Never let anyone tell you what you can and can’t love and in the end of the day, never let anyone take away the silly little character you like.

I adore you all, and this is very important. Your comfort is yours, and never force anyone to love like you do.

Content includes: Dabi having a realisation about a toxic relationship, mostly fluff, perhaps some sad depending on how you read it, implied threat of death towards ex lover, overall Dabi being a sarcastic, sleepy shit.

Song for your mood? (TW for drinking!)

He knew that he's an oddball. He knew that on some level, the attraction to him was that to her, he was broken; someone to mould into the villain she needed. The villain she wanted. Dabi can't help but cringe about how she gushed. That she found her own nagging about his behaviours were just "love". However, Dabi looked into her eyes and saw well... nothing.

Was there really anything?

Well yes... something.

Pride.

He'd spent a good amount of time considering if she'd been worth it. When it was good, it was heaven. Though even then, it felt almost like pleasing his father all over again. Though, now he was acting on her whims. Why was he even doing this? Dabi would normally incinerate anyone who would piss him off so it...

He sighed out, it didn't make any sense.

Maybe he'd taken her in, played along with her games about her begging him to be normal. Begging him to play the way she wanted him to. Maybe he did what she asked because on some strange level, he wanted to perform. Be the number one to someone, anyone. His father had thrown him aside after all. There's still a part... deeply in his soul that begged to be seen, to be known. Though...

Dabi finds himself heading for the door.

He'd told himself he'd never do it again. Never again will he change, never again will he find himself accidentally trapped in this fucking cycle.

And if he sees her again? He'll incinerate her. Just like his father.

He was sure... so fucking sure that he'd not bother with love and relationships again. What's the fucking point if they're all just holding him to standards he can't and won't meet?! His goals asked for too much in the end too.

Thats when he encountered you. Sweet thing. Sweet thing who's eyes sparkled in excitement when you got to know each other. Dabi found himself apologising to you for being too intense, for being too violent and what he said hit him in his core directly.

"No that's okay! I understand it's just how you are."

He'd never expected such words to strike him so hard. Dabi never expected to ever truly fall for someone but you were just...

You were accepting, but you weren't a doormat. You called him out when he was pushing too hard, you soothed him when he found himself getting overwhelmed or angry or- Or even when you had to sit with him at some stupid time in the morning, helping him staple his skin. Helping his healthy skin recover from any external injury.

"I'm sorry sweetness." He grumbled, the late hours of the night getting to his sleepy eyes as your hands dutifully helped his skin stay together.

"Shut up Dabi."

"What the fuck is that for?"

Your arms slowly snaked around him, face pressed up against his back as you smile into his skin. "I love you. You do stupid shit and I'll help you. ...As long as you let me."

He won't cry. Most importantly he can't cry but that? Would he ever be a mentally adjusted being, he's sure that would push him other the edge. He'd be a mess if it weren't for the way he's been left by others. Dabi's breath hitches for just a moment as you tighten your hold but he smiles, in that usual asshole way he normally does. "You love me huh?"

He paused, just for a moment. Wondering if he was ready again but looking at your face... He saw it all. Every ounce of your emotions that you so easily worn on your sleeve around him. He recalled the way his last partner had begged for him to be normal, for their relationship to be normal but he just keeps on smiling.

This is the normal. This is our normal. A normal just for us.

"Well... I love you too." He lets out a tired huff. "But can you hurry up? I want to get some sleep some fucking time tonight."

"Shut up or I'll make it hurt more.”

"Ooh... kinky~"

[cocoluvs-2]

if i’m cringe , your cringe !

★ IN WHICH . ! 🍣 , doeuns stupid jokes start to rube off on you !

‘ libra got me loco crazy and she straight out the boba yeah ’

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( drew to my barrymore ! )

paring 口，✿ doeun x fem!reader

warnings 口，✿ stupid jokes , light fluff , memes , lowercase , heavy grammar mistakes .

songs 口，✿ freak ( yuqi ) , ate that ( young posse ) , passion fruit ( nmixx ) .

notes 口，✿ i actually have it watched enough yp volgs to even really write doeun 😭 buttt she seems like funny person to me so ! i also don’t know how to use gen alpha slang correctly if there’s even a right way to use ?

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𝓢urely enough , anyone else would have been tired of doeuns overly used jokes and humor . but for you it’s the thing that attracted you to her the most . her constant need to joke around all the time made you laugh everytime , yeah she overused a couple and some were cringe . but who else could make you smile that much that your jaw hurt .

may it got to you a little . like when she woke you at 6am with a text of 74 photos in a mario costume . because she beat you in mario cart race the day before . being the sore loser you are . you ignored her for 2 whole days straight. as dramatic as that was , she apologized and challenged you to rematch , spoiler alert you won ! ( she let you win ) .

The cheeser the joke the better ! you had no problem with doeuns having a bit of ‘ cringe ‘ humor because it made her overly happy . and why ruin a silly bleached blondes fun . but this time you where sick of her throwing around stupid slang and making jokes that don’t make sense ! doeun was the type of person who picked up trends quickly . anything she saw online invaded her brain fast or as she would say ‘ brain rot ‘ . this honestly made it hard to follow what she was trying to convey . you couldn’t even reasonably laugh anymore . today your where done with her bad humor .

while sitting on the couch enjoying some chips doeun walked up to you and standed right infornt of you and said “ skibidi toilet rizz. ” . you stared at her confusion “ what is that even sposted to mean ? ” . doeun couldnt do anything but break her serious face and start laugh , like a psychopath , she was basically rolling on the floor . you lighty kicked her in hopes to get her off the floor . “ what is so funny ? ” she didn’t respond she stayed laying on the carpet still dying at your reaction .

unfortunately you didn’t feel like it was that funny . and this made you realize how you reacted the same way to some of her jokes , mostly the stupidest ones . you couldn’t even mad at the fact that she was STILL laughing . you pulled her up off the floor and waited for her to catch her breath . “ your cringe. ” you said crossing your arms

, she pouted slightly and put her head on your shoulder “ if i’m cringe you cringe. ” . she looked at you , and what where you supposed to say , she was right . you had died laughing at her cringy jokes before . mean you have to have pretty dumb humor to put up with doeun . but your fine with her and company after all who else could make someone fall in love with cheesy jokes that make you laugh so hard your jaw hurt ?

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[re-termination]

✿ What do I do with a boy like you?

Human! Sebastian Solace x GN! Reader

Summary: Your dear friend, Sebastian, has come to you to ask you a favor. A favor where you two will have to fake date to scare away anyone who were to approach him.

Tags: College AU, fake dating trope, Human Sebastian Solace duh, not proofread cuz I cringe easily^^"

“C'monnn, it's not anything serious! You just gotta pretend to be my partner for a bit.” 

“Do I get any benefits?” 

Sebastian takes a moment to think before flashing you a cocky smile. “You get to be in the presence of the most handsomest guy in the neighborhood-” 

“Bullshit. I do that everyday anyway.” you said as you deadpanned at your friend. 

In return Sebastian groans and pinches his nose bridge. “You just have to! I did not skip one of my classes today just for you to disagree with my genius plan!” 

Genius? Seriously? You could think of multiple outcomes to this situation and none were good, well except one but you didn't wanna think about it. In fact, this was pretty cliché, even for Sebastian. Yes he's an attractive man but c'mon!

Stooping so low as to pretend to date you so others can step back and leave him be? Just what on earth was he thinking. 

“Ehh fuck off Seb, go find someone else that's willing to kiss you and stuff like a couple would I don't know.” In truth you really did want to help out your friend but just like him you have classes to worry about. Sure, you were a heavy procrastinator, but this whole fake dating idea will send your mind spiraling and set you back further for sure. 

"…"

“...Can you please stop staring at me with your puppy eyes, it's unnerving. A no is no.” Even after saying no, Sebastian stood his ground and just waited there intently waiting for a ‘yes’.

You looked up from where you were sitting on your bed and stared back at him. Gods was he stubborn with this plan. 

“Listen dude, I really need to finish up my homework and it's practically impossible to get done if you're bothering me so could you pleassse at least get out of my room and chill somewhere else that isn't near me!” 

You pleaded and begged but what does he say in return? 

“Y'know, if you're struggling with your work I would gladly help you if you agre-”

“Alright! Alright!” You shoved your face into your hands and groaned. “Fine. I help you, you help me, we got a deal but could we talk about it later? I'm being serious about my homework!” 

Sebastian practically beamed at that and rushed to go tackle you causing you to gasp in pain. 

“Of Course! Anything for you!” He said as he began to ruffle your hair aggressively. 

God did your friend know no bounds. You patted his back so he could get off you but it seems he didn't get the memo. “Get the fuck off me before I change my mind!” 

With that he let go of you and started to get up to exit your room. But of course not without saying some words.

“I'll be off then! Tomorrow morning I'll be here early to discuss my genius plan with you so you better be ready to start your day! Adiós!” And with that he's out.

“Fuckin finally.” You set your notes to the side and stretched a bit. God just what did you get yourself into this time. You would've led an average life if it wasn't for your good for nothing friend but whatever he's a good person so what's the worst he could do? 

Little did you know this was all going according to Sebastian's plan.

Authors note: I seriously do not know if I wanna keep that as a one-shot and let others interpret how it goes or make this a series. I literally only thought of this while procrastinating my own work sooo yeah there's goes my burst of inspiration.

[rubbarband]

Desmond just smiled, one with a sly 'it's up to you' "Yeah my dad said the same thing about wanting a second kid, and he loves my baby sister. And they said the same thing about my dog when I was younger. I'll babysit for you and cowlady." He joked before going returning to a more serious posture.

"Well what're you looking for in a girl? If you wanna get a girl to fall for you just be earnest with them, get to know them, compliment there. 'Nice hair, I hope you're having a good one, stuff like that." Desmond explained plainly.

When he found out what that was he cringed away from the search, who would wanna do that to a happily married couple? that sounded awful, and the fact that so many notes were there. He'd have to protect mode, he's gonna get home and make sure her toes are curling so she won't want anyone else.

He laughed yet again. The answer was so simple! “Hanging out! Right!”

The man waved his hand. “That didn’t go well the first time. I doubt Cow Lady would want to go at it again.”

“Children?!” He choked. “I think I’m way too old for that! I’ll leave that to the young folks.” Might had given up the concept of family long ago, but he honestly wouldn’t mind children. He loved kids. Especially babies.

“You’re going to find a lot of pornographic material if you look that up. I’ll just tell you. It’s when a man steals away a married woman. Like the cuckoo bird.” Toshi didn’t quite get it right.

[fandomlovingfreak]

Welcome to Hawkins (6/?)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

one two three four five

Rating: SFW (no lemon)

Includes: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe where Eddie & reader are around 24 (it’s still 1986 though) and Eddie isn’t from Hawkins, Fake/pretend relationship, begging to go along with a crazy plan, best friends, the proposal AU (loosely based!), Moms being moms

Word Count: 882

MasterList Link I AO3 Link I Wattpad Link

Summary: When you slip up and tell your mom you’d be bringing your “serious boyfriend” home for your week-long family reunion, who else would you turn to but your best friend, Eddie?

AU that’s loosely based on “the proposal”  (aka I rewatched and am obsessed w Eddie Munson rn) Eddie is NOT from Hawkins in this fic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie Munson or the Stranger Things universe. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Thank you so much for loving on this fic! I hope you love the updates. I’m trying to be more rounded with my story and it’s killing me bc I have a cute ending planned AHAH! But This fic should be like idk 3-5 more chapters hopefully!

y/ln = your last name, y/mn = your mothers name, y/dm = your dad’s name

enjoy!

"I know you don't like to talk about this sort of stuff, but I'm curious..." Mom's been looking through the racks of shirts and jackets at Merry-Go-Round. 

Sighing, I pluck a black and white shirt from the rack, wrinkling my nose in disgust. There's no way someone would wear this. 

"What are you curious about?" I put the shirt back on the rack, meeting mom's gaze.

My mother was nosy; I'd known it my entire life and experienced it firsthand when dating Steve. She wanted to know everything and loved to hear about my life. I knew it came from a good place, but I was shy to share details with anyone. My usual reluctance was a factor in her excitement when I said I'd be bringing Eddie home to meet her. 

Deep down, I knew she cared about who I chose to spend my life with. Mom and dad wanted me to be happy, but I knew that it came with the expectation to move home to Hawkins and mimic their lifestyle. 

I couldn't imagine a world where I chose to return to Hawkins permanently; there were too many memories that I didn't want to revisit every day. Besides, I loved the city, the noise, the people, all so different and interesting. And best of all, Eddie was there.

The fluttery feeling fills me again, worrying me. Why did the thought of him cause such an adolescent reaction in me? I need to get it together before I do something or say something stupid and ruin our friendship. Losing him as a close friend would be worse than my parents and family discovering that I've lied to them about my relationship status.

"How did you and Eddie meet? You hadn't mentioned him before this trip. Was it not-- official?" Mom's questions pull me from my growing worries.

"Oh," I rack my brain for a believable answer, "No-- No, it was official. We just..." Damnit! "I wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring him to meet you. You know-- meeting parents is a big step--" And damnit, I'm making this more confusing and convoluted than it already was.

"It is. That's why I'm surprised you didn't mention him previously."

She's found a tear in my story, and I don't exactly know how to patch it up neatly. I move the clothing across the rack, thinking as I pretend to search through the shirts. 

"I wanted to make sure, you know-- That it was going to last before I got everyone involved..." Internally, I cringe. It's going to break my mom's heart when Eddie and I 'break up.' I'm only going to make this worse by continuing to talk.

Her face lights up, and I realize I've just made a fatal error. She's all but beaming, probably thinking our 'relationship' is headed towards a wedding arch.

"Do you--" She's trying and failing to hide her smile, "think he's 'the one?'" 

I know I have a choice to make here. Sell the lie and say yes, or deny and contradict myself. I choose the lie. Who knows, I convinced Eddie to fake date me; maybe I could convince him to marry me and absolve myself of the lies I'm telling.

I'm so dead.

"Mom, please, please," I can not stress the word please hard enough, "Do not say anything to Eddie--"

"I'm not going to! But, you don't have to worry. The way he looks at you, I can tell you're on the same page."

The way he looks at me? Eddie doesn't look at me like that-- He doesn't. I mean, there's no way-- The fluttery feeling begins to grow once again.

"What?"

"And, he had only good things to say about you this morning at breakfast. I like him a lot. Very chatty for a man."

A chuckle escapes my throat, "He is, isn't he? Really, he never shuts up. But, I like that, I guess." Look at me, not lying! His excessive talking was one of the reasons we ended up friends. 

Mom's smile has reached her eyes now as she listens to me speak about Eddie with fondness in my voice.

Her happy expression embarrasses me, and I try to clear my throat subtly, "But, you asked me another question. I think about how we met?"

"Oh, yes. I was just curious. You've never mentioned anything, and I like that types of story, you know."

"Well, uh--" Do I tell her about the band or just skip to the part where he tracked down the Tape World I worked at? Skipping the band part makes the most sense, plus mom would dig the romance of him searching me out. Even if he was only trying to return a ring I'd left behind at the bar. "Well, we met initially at a burger joint, but he forgot to get my number. But-- he remembered that I mentioned working at Tape World. So, Eddie spent the next afternoon going to each location around the city until he found the location I work at. He asked me out, and well, I guess the rest is history."

As I thought she would, mom eats the story up, "That's so romantic!"

I smile down at the rack, "Yeah, I guess it is."

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A Best Friend’s Return

A/N: UHHHHH. Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse, and it comes after the Prequel series (The Beginnings). Feedback? Cool, thanks.

TAG LIST NOTES:  I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,...tired lazy person

Direct Part 2 of: A Terrible Return

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Platonic!Bucky x Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Platonic!Clint x Reader

Warnings: swearing, swearing, angsty chats, fluff?

Summary: After the that explosive discussion with Steve, you feel incredibly lost and confused.

Sam shook his head. He glanced over to Bruce who was silently expressing his disappointment as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly.

“That was not the way to go about this at all,” Bruce said out loud. “You guys shouldn’t have ambushed her.”

“She’d never have agreed to sit down with him, we needed to surprise her with this. I just didn’t think you were going to come out here confessing your love for her again, Steve, I thought you were just going to apologize and admit you’re an idiot.”

Steve shook his head, “No, I don’t want to hold my tongue with her. I just didn’t expect her to show up with a boyfriend. Are they serious?”

Bruce pursed his lips and shrugged, “We don’t really talk as much unless it’s about rebuilding.”

Sam, however, nodded, “Yeah, they are. I’ve seen them together. It’s serious, and he’s really, really devoted to her.”

Steve hummed, “But is she devoted to him?”

“Dude —“

“I’m just asking.”

Sam sighed, “Yeah, she is, man. Honestly, they’re a good fit. He’s helped her deal with a lot, deal with you.”

Steve sighed, “I get it. You’re mad at me —“

“Look, you made your choices, man, but the way you did it? I don’t agree with it. Regardless, it’s done. What’s done is done and it looks like she’s done with you. Springing that on her like that was messed up, and you know it, because I know you’re well aware of how your ex-wife is.”

Steve cringed at the word ‘ex-wife’, and it made him feel the guilt he’d been trying to repress for decades. Obviously, this was all his choice. He decided to do it. He decided to go back in time and live out his life with another woman because he just needed to know. Peggy was his biggest ‘what if.’ He spent five years without (Y/N) and he made himself move on. He forced himself to repress those feelings and move on, because there was no way to go back. You were gone.

And then suddenly you were back, just like that. You were back, but at the same time he had the chance to go back, to see her, to know what if. For a man who always feared how he didn’t belong, he finally had the chance to go back and live the life he thought he was supposed to, and he lived it until its completion.

And, yet, there was still an empty feeling inside, because the life he had always wanted: a home, a loving wife, domestic bliss without alien invasions or wearing the suit and being a symbol for the world. He just had the chance to be Steve, and he thought he wanted it. He did. He does, but he realized at the end of it all that empty, dark feeling inside of him was because he lived with a mistake for decades, and that mistake was thinking he could live that life with anyone else but you.

“I love her, Sam,” Steve said quietly. “If there’s a chance to get her back, I have to try.”

~*~

Outside, Shangqi was looking around frantically. There was no sight of you. He couldn’t even find footsteps of you. He felt a panicked feeling in his chest as he wondered where you could’ve gone so quickly. He took his phone out of his pocket and started to call your phone and realized that there was no way you’d answer at a time like this. He knew you were upset, and he was realizing very quickly you were doing that thing the Starks liked to do: run from their feelings.

You just happened to be very literal with it.

He placed another phone call as he started to walk around the new compound for any sort of clue. After three rings someone answered the call and he shut his eyes in relief.

“Hey! You guys miss your flight or something?” Katy’s voice asked. “Tell me you did and that you’re now going to go pick up New York pizza and bring it back — wait, how can you miss a flight on a private jet —“

“Katy,” Shangqi said quietly.

Katy’s eyes widened. She shoved her brother away from her by grabbing his face and throwing him on the sofa. She raced to her room and slammed the door shut, locked it, and sat on her bed as she put it on speaker and she started packing a bag.

“What happened? Are you hurt? Is (Y/N) hurt? Give me the word I will be there right now.”

“I—I—no—I don’t know where to begin. I don’t even know if I can say this on the phone?” Shangqi laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “Katy —“

“Spit it out, asshole!”

“Her ex is back,” Shangqi explained. “He’s back. He’s not old or anything. He’s….he’s the same as he was when he left.”

Katy’s jaw fell open, “Hold on.” Katy crossed her legs on the bed and covered her mouth for a moment, “The ex. The ex-husband?”

“That’s the one.”

“The iconic one?”

“Yes.”

“America’s—“

“Katy,” he groaned.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Katy stared ahead of her at the wall, “Holy shit. How? Okay. Tell me later. Wait, no, tell me that now. No—just—are you okay? Is she okay?”

Shangqi laughed, “He’s the definition of a perfect man who wants her back. I feel great.” His bitter laughed continued again as he walked the compound, “She stepped out for a breath. She kind of almost threw Bucky out a window. Now I can’t find her. I can’t find Bucky. His bike is gone. There’s no trail — I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Katy said knowingly. “She’s definitely gone. She’s a runner, she ran somewhere, but she probably didn’t run. She probably used her powers, which is unfair, because I never get to see her be badass in person. Which is bullshit.”

Shangqi swore, “You’re right. She would do that.”

“Yeah. Maybe she kidnapped Bucky? Or he went on his bike after her?”

“I doubt it. I didn’t even hear the bike or see the trail — shit,” Shangqi stopped walking when he saw a body laying underneath a bike several yards away. “I think I found him. I don’t think he’s dead — but she definitely did something.”

Katy whistled, “Damn. She is not doing well. Keep me updated, okay? Should I come over? I can get on a flight. I remember where the compound is.”

“I don’t want to burden you with this. It’s not about me anyway, it’s —“

“Hey,” Katy said quickly. “You’re my best friend. You’re surrounded by her people. I know she’s your girlfriend, and that’s her ex, but this affects you too. Sam and Bucky like you too, but we’re still the new kids on the block. I’m coming down. Okay? I’m here for you — both of you.”

Shangqi nodded as he started walking towards what he assumed was Bucky, “Thank you, Katy.”

“Absolutely,” Katy said. “I also want to see what that guy looks like in person. See you in a few hours!”

Shangqi shook his head as he shoved the phone into his pocket. He ran over to Bucky just as the man grabbed the motorcycle with one hand and flung it over himself and to the side. Bucky groaned as he sat up and cracked his back, turning his head to see Shangqi as he caught up to him.

“You okay?” Shangqi asked as he extended a hand to him.

Bucky nodded, muttering a quiet thanks as he helped him up, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She didn’t try to kill me, just tried to get me away.”

“She does that, pushing people away,” Shangqi muttered.

“Keeps you close, s’far as I’ve seen,” Bucky said and cleared his throat. “Look, man, I — “

“You walked us into an ambush back there,” Shangqi said. “I thought we were cool, at least enough for you to respect me, respect her, but I get it, Steve’s your best friend —“

“It’s not like that, Shangqi, I swear,” Bucky said quickly. “Steve wanted to talk to her, he said he wanted to explain himself. He never said he was still in love with her, had feelings for her, nothing like that. He didn’t say anything like that when he first came back. We had no idea he was going to do that, I swear.”

Shangqi studied him for a moment before nodding hesitantly. Bucky extended his hand to him to shake, a show of good-faith and earnestness that he really was not trying to break them up.

“I meant it when I said I liked the two of you together. Between all the death and how she just runs from her feelings, a lot of her support is gone. You make her deal with her shit and feel okay doing it. It’s not really the Stark way, it’s a new way, and it’s good.”

Shangqi snorted, “Considering I’ve been lying about who I am for over ten years, that’s shocking to hear.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “That’s nothing. She spent a lot of time around other assassins, you’re fine.”

“Yeah, she mentioned some names earlier. Clint, Nat?”

“Natasha,” Bucky nodded once and gestured for him to follow him away. “Clint, yeah. Those are her actual best friends.”

Shangqi’s eyes flew open, “I thought that was you and Sam.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, “No, no. I mean, I guess now we became her default, after everything that happened. We got closer because she married Steve. I mean, all of us were together so much, you know? It all became a big family, but way before me and Sam, even before Steve, there was those two. Uh, Nat died — Nat sacrificed herself. Clint was…Clint was devastated. He and (Y/N) didn’t really talk about it, and they haven’t really spoken to each other.”

Shangqi chewed on his lip as he realized how little he really knew about you even after all this time, “Okay. Does he live around here?”

“Uh, he has a farm out in Iowa.  Last I heard he’s got a place in Brooklyn, too.”

“Would she see him?”

Bucky blinked, “Well, he didn’t walk her into an emotional ambush.”

“And he’s not currently at home with her impressionable, genius young sister.”

“And step-mom who would absolutely put her suit on and kill Steve,” Bucky nodded. “Huh, nice work, Shangqi. Let’s go pay him a visit.”

~*~

You landed with a soft thud and sniffled as you dragged your feet through the snow. You went and sat under a tree that you had sat under dozens and dozens of times before. This was too much for you. You just had the most emotional week of your life where all you could do was think about how much you missed your dad. Now, your friends shove you in front of your ex-husband who says he wants you back in front of your boyfriend, who is nothing but perfectly poise as he still takes care of you. 

You felt like your own heart was fighting against you at this point.

It was beating so fast and you didn’t know what to do. Had this been years ago when your dad was still alive, you would’ve ran to him in the lab. He would’ve poured you a glass of booze, handed you a wrench, and told you to go crazy and work out your feelings. Sometimes you’d tell him what was wrong. Other times, you wouldn’t, but, somehow, he just always knew what the problem was, he just never forced you to say it.

Then again, Tony Stark was nothing if not extremely nosey, so he always knew because he was always snooping and hovering and doting over you. And you really wanted nothing more than to exactly that with him, but you couldn’t. And now you felt like maybe, just maybe, the healthy thing to do for once would be to talk and process these feelings out loud. But who? You didn’t want to put this on Shangqi, you’d done that once before. You couldn’t look at Bucky or Sam right now. Bruce — you didn’t want to test his temperament.

You could go to Pepper, but you’d left with such a positive end, and you really, really didn’t want to risk getting too upset and accidentally ruining their home. Pepper told you that you shouldn’t run anymore, that you stay and deal with things, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to go to her. You really wanted to talk to someone who understood you and wasn’t going to interfere like you felt Pepper would out of maternal instincts.

Yes, even you were certain Pepper would kill Steve.

You just — you needed to talk to someone. You needed someone who knew you.

Your fingers were shaking as you brought up your phone. A process that would take so little time took much longer to do just because you were panicking and freaking out. Even the tree you were leaning on shook, and you brought the phone up to your ear, but it was too hard to hold. You ended up hugging your knees to your chest and setting the phone on top of them and putting it on speaker phone.

A voice you recognized all too well answered, “Barton.”

“Hi, your voice squeaked quickly.”

There was a very pregnant pause, “(Y/N)?”

“Hi, yes. Sorry. I’m freaking out and I need someone to talk to. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you after the funeral and I ghosted you like I did everyone else, but it was a lot and there was so much death and —“

“It’s okay,” Clint said, interrupting your verbal vomit. “It’s okay, Stark.  You’re okay. It’s not like I was running to check on you either.”

You laughed dryly, “Your wife died for you.”

Clint huffed, “She died for everyone.”

“Yeah,” you trailed off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t help you.”

“I didn’t help you, and I’m supposed to be the contracted big brother,” he joked. “You lost Nat too, and Tony, and Steve and Wanda’s —“

“Off the grid, “You finished and sniffled. “Steve’s back.”

Clint hummed, “So that’s the panic attack I’m hearing, huh? What do you mean ‘back’?”

“I mean he looks exactly like he did the day he left.”

“How?”

“Doctor Strange fucked up a spell apparently? I don’t know. He left as soon as he saw me. I’m so confused.”

“Asshole,” Clint muttered under his breath, causing you to snort. “Okay. Just breathe with me Stark. You’re okay. I’m sure you already assaulted him.”

You laughed and rubbed under your eyes with your sleeve, “I stopped his heart.”

“That’s bad ass,” Clint mused. “Look at you all grown up, kid. I remember when you used to shake that place out in Malibu when a scary movie was on.”

You scoffed, “That was one time. And it wasn’t because of the scary movie. It’s because someone was trying to break in and get my dad.”

“I know, I know,” Clint said quickly. “Steve said something, didn’t he? You wouldn’t be like this if he was just back and that was it.”

You cleared your throat, “Sam and Bucky basically walked me into the lion’s den where Steve was waiting to tell me that he loved me and wanted me back.”

“What an asshole.”

“I know!” You said quickly. “I just — yeah.”

“Sam and Bucky really did that to you?”

“Bucky claims he had no idea Steve was going to do that.”

“Hm, I’d take that with a grain of salt, but I don’t know the dynamic with all of them now,” Clint said. “But Steve’s also a master tactician, so I’m sure he knew not telling them that detail would make sure you saw him.”

“Yeah, so we could work out our shit, apparently, because I’m always making something break at the thought of him or whatever.”

“Do you?”

“….Sometimes.”

He sighed, “Come on, kid. Don’t make that guy make you lose control. He’s an idiot.”

You snorted, “Yeah, yeah. You said I was going to marry that idiot and have tons of children. Remember that?”

Clint cringed, “To be fair, you did marry him. I just didn’t account for him being a selfish piece of shit.”

“No one did,” you muttered. “I should’ve known, though. Stubborn prick.”

“You had no way of knowing,” Clint said. “Don’t beat yourself up about that. And don’t let that guy get any more tears or stress from you. You’re worth more than that. Cry over shit that actually matters, like puppies in pounds, or kids falling.”

“Kids falling is sad?” You questioned.

“No, that shit’s hilarious,” Clint scoffed which made you snort. You heard his doorbell ring and he groaned as he got up off the sofa. “One sec, pizza’s here.”

“Still with the pizza?” You giggled.

Clint shrugged as he grabbed the cash off of the counter and sidestepped his resting dog and ran to the door, “The one thing that will never fail me or leave me in this world is pizza. That’s a good lesson to learn.”

“Even bad pizza?”

“Pizza is pizza,” he answered you and looked through the peephole of his door before humming, “That’s not pizza.”

“Who is it?”

“Bucky, and an asian guy.”

Your jaw fell to the floor. Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Yeah, hold on a sec. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can hear it. This should be good.”

~*~

Clint was a great man for letting you stay on the line and listen to this conversation. He opened the door and leaned against it, arms crossed over his chest as he momentarily ignored Shangqi and stared at Bucky. Bucky quietly held the pizza box out to him.

“How’d you know that was for me?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. Clint shrugged and gave Bucky the cash he was going to give the delivery guy and took the pizza box and went right towards his kitchen, “Bucky, mystery guy.”

“This is Shangqi,” Bucky explained.

“Still a mystery guy to me,” Clint said as he leaned against the counter, brought a slice of pizza out of the box and folded it in half before taking a large bite out of it. “Why do I care who he is? And why are you here, exactly?”

Shangqi pursed his lips and looked to Bucky. Bucky nodded to the man once and stepped forward into the kitchen. Clint turned the box of pizza towards him and Bucky declined. When Clint offered Shangqi, the man shrugged and nodded before taking a slice.

“So?” Clint asked. “What did you do?”

“Why do you —“

“Oh, come on.” Clint joked, “No one comes to the retired guy unless something’s wrong. We all know this. What’s going on?”

Bucky cleared his throat, “Okay. Steve’s back and young again. Says he’s in love with (Y/N) and wants her back. She ran off and we have no idea where she went but I know she won’t go see Pepper like this and you’re kind of, well —“

“The closest thing left?” Clint raised an eyebrow. “And he is?”

“Her…..boyfriend.” Shangqi said hesitantly around a mouthful of pizza.

Now that took Clint by surprise. He choked on his pizza crust and looked Shangqi up and down as he tried to assess this kid. This man was definitely not Steve.  The Jordans, the graphic shirt, the bomber jacket, Shangqi was, well —

“Holy shit,” Clint coughed. “I thought she only went for elderly men. Dare I say it, you actually look age appropriate. Wow.”

You wanted to kill him for that joke.

Shangqi snorted, “I left my suspenders and cardigan at home.”

“I bet,” Clint said. “Wow. The prodigal one returns and you’re just left there like a sack of shit, huh? Must hurt.”

“A bit,” Shangqi confessed.

Clint hummed and studied his every move, “How’d you take it?”

“Well…how could I take it? It’s more news for her than me. I mean, it’s news for me but, but it’s not about me right now. I just know she’s hurt, and I don’t now where she is, and I want to find her.”

“And you came to me because you thought she’d magically pull up her big girl pants and contact me?”

“Yup,” Bucky nodded. “I don’t feel a rattle. She’s not here, is she?”

“No, she’s not.” Clint told them. “But you’re right, she did contact me. She’s okay. Didn’t start some earthquake or landslide. She just needed space to think. She's okay. You guys should head back to wherever you just drove from and go be with her.”

Shangqi breathed a sigh of relief. Bucky thought it was the first breath that man let out since they’d left to find you. He could feel the stress radiating off of him in waves, and it just served to make him feel more guilty for this entire thing.

“How’d you guys get here so fast, anyway?” Clint asked after a moment.

“Ah, boy toy over here was too anxious for the drive. We stole a quinjet.”

Clint whistled, “She’s going to kill you if those things weren’t meant to be tested yet.”

“We’ll survive,” Bucky snickered. “Come on. Let’s get going, daylight’s already gone.”

Shangqi nodded and glanced to Clint, “Thank you, Mr. Barton. I appreciate you telling me she’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Clint’s fine, kid,” he replied. While Bucky was leaving the apartment, Clint extended his hand out to Shangqi. Shangqi smiled and shook his hand, surprised when he was suddenly yanked forward right into Clint’s chest. The man wrapped an arm around him and whispered in his ear, “If you do to her even a fraction of what Steve did, I will shove my arrows into your eye sockets until there’s nothing left but a puddle of mush.”

Shangqi blinked, “Noted, sir.”

~*~

When they were gone, Clint leaned against the counter after shutting the door behind him, “You get all that, Stark?”

“Yeah.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” Clint mused. “Doesn’t dress like Steve.”

“Clint —“

“If he treats you well, I’m happy for you, kiddo.”

Smiled softly, “He does. I’m happy too.”

“You love him?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell him,” Clint said. “He looks scared.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he looks like he thinks he doesn’t hold a candle to Rogers,” Clint explained. “That kid’s a ball of fear and he’s holding it all in for your sake. If you love him, tell him.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks Clint.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Clint cleared his throat. “You sure he’s a good one to you?”

You smiled softly and nodded, “I think he makes me better and forces me to actually deal with my shit.”

“Wow. Dude deserves a god damn Nobel Prize.”

“Wow. Fuck off, Clint.”

“Hey, you called me,” He joked before clearing his throat. “I’m glad you did, kid. I’m sorry you’re going through this. But I’m here for you. I wasn’t before, but, but uh, I can be there for you again.”

“I can for you too,” You said quietly. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t there for you at all, but I’m…I’m making myself visible again. I’ll be there for you.”

“I’m happy to hear that. Go home, Stark, or wherever the hell you guys are. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will. Bye, Clint.”

You hung up the phone and took a few deep breaths. He was right. You needed to return to the compound. It was dark out, which was going to be more annoying to navigate until you came near the vicinity of the compound to see all the lights. With a heavy sigh, you stood up from your usual spot from whenever you were sad and still lived there, and took a moment to look around at the cliffs in front of you. You nodded once to yourself and turned around to leave, stopping in your tracks with your heart in your throat.

“Steve?”

Steve stood there with two flashlights and a backpack resting on his shoulders. He greeted you with a small wave and you scowled.

“What are you doing here?”

“We were married, (Y/N).” He reminded you, “You think I don’t know where all your hiding spots are when you need to be alone?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m surprised you remember and it’s not all filled with details about Peggy.”

Steve sighed, “Can we talk?”

“No. I don’t even know why you’re here.”

“To make sure you get back okay.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Steve. I’m fine. I’m fine without you. I made it here without you, and I can get back without you. I’m a world-ender. Okay? A fucking wolf isn’t going to kill me.”

“No, maybe not,” Steve said as you both started walking towards the compound. “But, you probably used your powers to get here, and I bet you haven’t eaten in awhile. You don’t have enough calories to get back without possibly risking getting exhausted or passing out, because while we both know how extremely strong you are: if you’re not 100%, you’re not going to make it.”

Fuck this fucking motherfucker for being totally right about that. You stopped and turned to glare at Steve as he caught up to you. You both continued walking in silence while he went through the bag. He produced a protein bar for you, and you muttered your thanks as you angrily bit into it.

“So, what did you think think you could talk to me about? Your mistakes? More excuses?”

Steve shook his head, “You know what, (Y/N)? You know how I feel about you. I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.”

You balked, “I don’t want you back, Steve. Get that through your head.”

“I’m not giving up on us,. You’re my wife —“

“Ex-wife —“

“Regardless, I love you.” He explained. “I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m with you — “

You scoffed, “What, till the end of the line?”

He shook his head, “Always, (Y/N).”

You really thought about murdering him in the middle of the woods, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You shook your head and told him you wanted to walk in silence on the way back, and whether it was because he realized he didn’t have a chance or because he thought listening to you would be getting on your good side, he was quiet.

by the time you saw the compound, you saw the quinjet they had stolen resting on a nearby helipad instead of being moved back inside the hangar like it was supposed to. Morons, honestly. You both entered the building, and you looked around to see Shangqi off to the side with Sam and Bucky, watching as the man was frantically on his phone typing away. Your phone had died during your walk and you could tell he was stressed by the look on his face.

Sam kicked Shangqi’s shoe, causing the man to look up and lock eyes with you. As Shangqi pocketed his phone and made his way over to you, you ran over to him and jumped on him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as you crushed him in a hug that made his bones crack under your grasp.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I’m sorry I ran away from you and I don’t deal with my shit like a healthy person should.”

“Oh, I know you do that,” Shangqi nodded. “Look, I —“

“I love you,” you said earnestly, hands coming up to cup his face. Shangqi’s gaze softened, as staring at you adoringly as you surprised him with this confession of love. “Shangqi, I love you with all of me. You make me so, so incredibly happy. And I don’t think I know how lucky I am to have someone love me and care about me like you do, but I uh, I'm starting to realize it.”

Shangqi smiled softly as he held you up, “You love me that much, huh?”

“You’re my first choice,” you said quietly. “I will always choose you. I promise.”

“I’ll choose you too,” Shangqi grinned.

You smiled and pressed your lips against his. Shangqi shuddered from the feel of your ice cold lips pressing against his while you melted into his warm touch. You ignored the sounds of Bucky and Sam clearing their throat as you kissed your boyfriend.

You let your legs fall from his waist and he held your hips as you slipped down to stand up straight.

Shangqi squeezed them and pressed his forehead against yours, “It’s late. Do you want to stay the night and leave tomorrow?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m starving.”

“I’ll see if I can make us something.”

You grinned and kissed him again. Shangqi kissed you, eyes opening briefly to see Steve standing behind you both by several feet, glaring at Shangqi with how the man held you and kissed you. At this moment, Shangqi just couldn’t help himself. He smirked as he kissed you, and he shot Steve a quick wink, just to really rub it in this face.

After all, how dare that man try to steal you away like that?

Just as Shangqi was about to walk off to the kitchen with you, and you were fully intent on ignoring Sam and Bucky for the time being, the compound doors open and you heard a loud huff and the sound of a bag hitting the floor.

“Oh, come on!” Katy shouted seeing everyone there. “Did I miss the drama already? Holy shit, dude. Old Captain America is hot. Well, I mean, previous Cap —I mean. Good job, (Y/N).”

Shangqi glared at her, “Really, Katy?”

“Uh, I mean good job now, with you, yeah. That’s what I meant.”

[guesswho873]

Demand

Summery: jschatt wants tommy to betray pogtopia, and leaves the job to dream, so he have to convince tommy one way or other.

Note: I added a little bit of my au in this too, so if something feels off the lore, it's maybe cuz it's my au, or my dumbas* forgot that part of the lore.

Ok! thx you for reading this, now you can start reading this.

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so.....

"what the fuck you want?!" tommy asked, he was just walking around pogtopia when he ran into a masked man with a wicked smile who replied to the angry teen, "oh! heyyyyyy, my old friiiiend.... i came here for a.... "faver" you see.."

tommy raised a eyebrow to the green man. "ohhhhh... nothing just a small favour....!" dream said chuckling,

tommy frowned and asked "and what the fuck would that be?" and dream sighed and said " now, now tommy you don't want to get on that tone!." dream said and reached out for his sword.

tommy took a step back and dream took a step forward. "now you better do what i fucking say or else this place is gonna get bloodly" dream said slightly pulling his sword out.

tommy was in fear, there was no one in site and he don't think anyone is gonna hear him, and sure he had his weapons but it was almost broken only can swing a few times, so he nodded but still he knew what dream had in mind is not good.

"betray them." that's all dream said in a serious voice. and tommy cringed at hearing it. "the fuck?" tommy said.

"TOMMY!!" dream shouted and tommy flinched. how did he got him self into this??. ugh he should have listen to wilbur when he said not to walk around the forest this late at night, but as always he didn't listen to him, and now he is stuck in this situation.

"FUCKING.Betray.them...."dream demanded him, " N-No!!!! what the fu-fuck??!" tommy tried to sound intimate but the fear in his voice was clear, this all was so sudden, why dream would care if he betray pogtopia, it's not like he is on manberg side, right? or is he, if he is, then why?, why would be on jschatt side, that doesn't make any sence?, cuz he thought he helped them to get some loot, was they wrong? what's happening?

tommy had so many question that can't be answered, atleast not now. "oh? so you want to do this in a hard way huh?" dream came forward slowly and rubbed his sword in his plams and continued "so, you want to get killed this soon?, tortured? oh trust me you WILL suffer, like for example drain all your blood when your still alive, or maybe tie you up and i hit those eyes of yours with my arrows? and enjoy your screams?" dream placed his sword, the tip reacting tommy's neck "how does that sounds?" dream asked with a sadist grin that tommy can't see but hear.

"do it." tommy looked down, "wha-...." dream asked shocked lower his sword a little.

"i said GO THE FUCK HEAD AND DO. IT" tommy looked directy on the mask and took a step forward and continued "I am not going to even fucking think of betraying them, NEVER. so go ahead and do as you wish i DON'T CARE, YOU PRICK!" tommy shouted holding the sword's end, and blood came down from it. which even got dream off gaurd.

"fine" dream took away the sword from tommy's hand and swung it, tommy closed his eyes tightly, he thought about wilbur phill,techno,tubbo everyone he loved.... at his last moment of his life, ready for the sword to tear open his neck.

but it didn't.....?

tommy slowly opened his eyes to see dream just staring at him, like he is in some thought like, he is not sure if he want to do this or not.

on dream's head, he didn't know what to do, he didn't think tommy would actually accept it! he said that just to intimate him cuz he didn't actually want to hurt him, actually he didn't even want to blackmail tommy into betraying pogtopia, jschatt wanted him to do it.

of course he refused at first, diefnitely not cuz he didn't want to hurt tommy but, cuz well.... he hate to say it, but he wanted pogtopia to win, he helped them too, but then jschatt said something that made him think otherwise.

"if you do this, i will show you something that no man in this server has ever seen...." with a smirk. and that got dream curious, sure he could just be lying but something, like the way he said it, dream know he wasn't lying, but what could it be..... something no man in this server has seen? not even him?

dream was snapped out of his thought when he heard a laugh, it was tommy.

"ptt- i know it, you all just talk!!!" another laugh "oMg like 'i gonna drAin your bLOod' ooooohhhhh! omg i am SOO scared!" tommy mocked him, and dream was unable to do anything but lower his sword and frown.

"pls call me when you ACTUALLY gonna do something, i will be waiting, you little btich!" tommy smirked and turned around.

"you trust him?" tommy head a silent but chilling voice say that, tommy felt chills go down his spine, as he trun and ask..

"what?" tommy asked in a very low tone.

"DO you really trust him?" dream asked again a bit annoyed.

"i-i mean,of course?!!" tommy said trying to sound confident but failed.

"*scoff* how pathetic" dream scoffed, if he can't hurt tommy, he will do something he is very good at, manipulation.

"excuse me?" tommy asked confused.

"of course, you are here ready to give up your life, while wilbur is there using you" dream said.

"usi- huh?! stop talking shit!" tommy said.

dream did a small laugh "poor tommy, who is still a child, don't know anything about the outside world...."

"wha-"

"okey, how are you ganna defeat jschatt exactly? by killing him?…, HA! pogtopia is really lacking some loot AND members, and jschatt has a full control over a city, that YOU created." dream said scoffing.

"well we will get soon?" tommy said and dream again just giggled, he walked closer to toomy, tommy tried to move backwards, but dream started to walk around him.

"nononono! you silly!" dream got closer to tommy's ear and said "wilbur will probably destory, everything. and leave you in dust." tommy flinched amd turned back at him "n-no that's not- no, i-it's not! we both care about eachother you h-headless creep!" tommy even forgot how to insult.

"care? CARE!? pttth- he brainwashed you real good, huh? tommy, there is no fucking care here, he just want you so he could use you!, how? you may ask, to get access to your dearest friend, tubbo. and he got it" dream said tilting his head to the side and smile.

tommy took a step back " why tubbo? " tommy asked a sweat dripping down his neck.

"gosh! should i really have to explain everything?" dream rolled his eyes and continued "

"he needed tubbo to spy on jschatt, and how would he do that? by you, you and tubbo are really close friends, and he knows tubbo wouldn't say no to you even putting his own life in risk, so now you understand?" dream said placing his hand on his hips.

seeing this tommy also put his hands on his hips and tried to act cool."ha! that's where you're wrong! jshatt now knows that tubbo was the spy, so he k-kil- umm-uhh kicked him out! so if what you are saying is 'right' then wilbur would have thrown me out of his life! but you see i still on his side!"

dream again rolled his eyes "don't you see it tommy?, after the tuboo's death that literally happen in front of your eyes, in YOUR country, what he did? nothing. absolutely Nothing! and after that he didn't even cared about it, no one did, you only did, and he probably said that was so stupid of you!" dream sighed and continued.

'and after that as you said he didn't need you anymore, but he was still in war with manbrug, and kicking you out is a bad choice cuz you know everything tommy, so if he kicks you then he knows you will go to jschatt and tell everything, about him, his weakness,his plans etc, and that's why nowadays he is not completely honest with you." dream said the last part with a low voice.

"w-wh-hat! no.. no he-" dream cut him off.

"he is been talking to me, and getting me to help him, and he wanted me to give him many explosives and tnt etc, and said he would not be scared to do something bizarre" dream said.

"what!?, THE FUCK!?" tommy said, hearing this dream chuckled.

"yes, and i could go on and on about how we talked, and meet but i'll save that" dream said. and tommy went completely silent, he was thinking about something, he was shaking his head putting his hand on his hair.

"so if you are done with that, then will yo-" before dream could finish, tommy leapt forward and grabbed him by his coller and said "now you listen, you little green shit, i KNOW you are saying all this bs to manipulate me, but that fucking not gonna happen, but i am afraid that i don't have any proof to deny what you said, THAT'S THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM RIPPING YOUR HEART RIGHT NOW!" tommy said in a fit of range.

dream could see tommy's anger in his eyes, the were really red and a tears fell down as he said that and he was breathing really fast.

after that tommy left his coller and turned around and was gonna leave when dream grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms around tommy's neck and put a napkin on his mouth and nose.

tommy squirmed and kicked but he was too weak now, his vision was getting darker and darker and he finally blacked out.

an hour later.....

tommy's eyes twitched and he slowly opened his eyes.he was somewhere.....he don't know, but he do know that it was dark....very dark. there was a small tube light on the ceiling and he was tied.. in chains. his hands were chained to the wall behind him they were tied above his head. he tried to pull it down but no luck.

hearing the sounds of chains a wooden door in the room that tommy was in opened, a evil grin face mask wearing man walked in.

"weeeelll.. weeellll look who finally-" dream tried to say but tommy cut him off.

"first of all, which kidnapping movie you saw and decided to lock me here?" tommy asked cooly with a eyebrow raised.

"all of them"

"k,fair enough"

"anyway... why did you kidnap me!?" tommy asked.

"well obviously, to make you do what i say" dream said.

"that not gonna happen so, fuck off" tommy said and dream chuckled.

"tommy i kidnapped you, and tied you, i can do ANYTHING! to you~~" dream said with a grin.

"ok ,but is this your house? no wait you don't have one, who did you pay for to get this?, cuz i gotta tell ya, he ripped you!" tommy did a joke the dream did not like.

dream grabbed his sword "don't joke around!!" dream said.

"woah!, woah ok, clam down buddy, your blood pressure is gonna go high" tommy said.

dream sighed "i don't think you realise how much trouble you are in right now, do you?"dream asked.

"so what now? i am gonna go to my naugthy cornor? oh wait i can't!" tommy shook his hands to show dream that he can't move. dream got closer to him. tommy cringed at it.

"fine, i will leave you here for some time, for you to realise just how much helpless you are, and i will decide what torture method should i use on you, kid" then he left the room.

as soon as dream left the room tommy's smirk faded, he started to stuggle and tried really hard to get out of the chains, but it just wouldn't come off,tommy groaned 'i think he will get tired and leave me if i kept acting cocky like that, but i don't know how much longer i can act like this! will he really torture me till i accept? how would he torture me?' tommy thought.

suddenly he remembered what dream said "drain all your blood when you are still alive.. or.." "AHH-" tommy screamed out of his thoughts and was breathing so fast.

'nononononono' he NEED to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible,. he started to stuggle again.

while that was going on that room, dream didn't know what the heck he was gonna do, as he thought earlier he didn't want to hurt tommy, but at the same time he can't let him go...... dream also groaned... then suddenly a idea popped up on his head... 'if i can't decide i will ask someone else...." of course it was sapnap, and he texted him, this is how it went (green is dream and orange is sapnap).

"help!!"

"what?"

"i kidnapped tommy..."

"cool"

"that's your reaction?"

"then how am i supposed to react?"

"oh......"

"wait YOU kidnapped him, then why do YOU need help?"

"yeah, i want to torture him but how?"

"oh, makes sence, you don't have your sword?"

"i do, why?"

"THEN FUCKING USE IT DUMDASS"

"NO! i don't really want to hurt him....you know then the whole pogtopia will be after me'

"oh..... wait you said you kidnapped tommy, right?"

"yeah...?"

"dude........ he is a child, treat him like one then!"

"idk any kids torture method.."

"oh! i know one!! i am sure you will love it!"

"you knew a kid torture method? what's wrong with you?"

"you're saying that?...."

"fair enough, ok what is it? and why would i love it...?"

and seeing what sapnap said dream smirked "oh, this is gonna be good."

after what it felt like forever dream entered the room and saw tommy...

the floor was scratched like he has been kicking for too long, and he was breathing so hard and his hand gave up and laying on the chains.

"aw! guess you tried some stupid shits!" dream said.

"j........just leave me.......alone..." tommy said kinda tired.

"hmmm? so you changed your mind?" dream asked.

"bitch, no" tommy said looking up at him.

dream sighed and said"you poor thing..." and started to walk towards tommy.

tommy wanted to move back, but there was two things 1: he was chained and 2:there was a wall."no! no NO! sTaY BAck! WHAT ARE YOu thinking of doing!?" tommy panicked.

but dream calmly took a piece of cloth and tied tommy's eyes blinding him.

tommy tried to stop him by shaking his head and curssing at him. but dream didn't listen

now tommy can't even see, he even felt more helpless, great now he can't even prepare for what dream is gonna do.

"What are you FUCKING gonna do to me!?!"tommy asked in fear.

"many things, that will make you betray them!" dream said and smirked.

tommy flinched, he did expect dream to be so close to him "LEAVE ME ALONE OR YOU WILL SUFFER!!" tommy tried to scare him but no luck.

"you know what? since your are a little curious thing..? i will kinda tell you what i am going to do..~~" dream said.

tommy thought all the torture methods, like 'omfg he is going to beat me to death?, will he cut of my body parts one by one? is he gonna smash my head into the wall? god...' tommy was preparing for the worst-

"are you ticklish~~?" dream's voice was heard on tommy's left ear and there was a small poke at his side,to which he flinched.

tommy snapped out of his thoughts so fast to that question, he almost wanted to burst out laughing, at first, but the more he thought about it he more he realised he was fucked.

"your silence is answering yes to the question tommy!~~" dream said in a teasing tone and slowly he drew circles on his side

tommy bit his tongue trying not to giggle 'what kinda sick joke is this?' tommy thought but he knew dream isn't joking around, and he knew he is gonna brake but not this fast.

"come on tommy!, it's rude to not answer someone.!!"dream said, knowing damm well tommy gonna brake.

"nhoho *ahem*no!?" tommy acted like he was clearing his throat to hide his giggles, but dream had sharp ears.

"oh! was that a giggle i heard? awww!is this poor child ticklish?" dream said.

tommy shook his head and to the dream put to fingers to poke.

tommy was so close to just burst out giggling, but he can't, and dream got bored , so he spiced it up by both of the sides at the same time.

tommy squeaked with his mouth closed (yeah idk how that works)and shook his head.

"ohh come on tommy i know you can't keep this up~~" dream said teasingly, "just laugh~~ like you always do, like the idiot that you are!!" dream said.

tommy so wanted the wall above them to crush dream, or atleast him, anything to avoid him laughing.

and dream's hands moved up, and that's when it happened, tommy's child like laughter came pouring down.

"ptth- HAHAHAhahahaAhah nohohohohohoho! fuhahahahack!! hahahahahahha" tommy so regretted laughing but he couldn't help it. 'now he even knows that i am ticklish! fuck... he is so gonna keep this long now!!' tommy thought.

"ha!! i told you!! all that serious act is gone now huh? hmmmm? aw! is the one and only tommy is so ticklish?!" dream teased him, and moving to a rib to another.

"Ah-HahahHahahhaHAHAhahah, suhahahahut uhahahap yohohohou lihihitlehe- HAHhahaHhaah" tommy tried to threaten him, but it failed badly.

"you know, you really looked like a 5 year old who wanted to puke" dream said.

it has not been a min, but tommy already wanted this to end, this is bad if this continues for a long time, then tommy might just even change his mind.

"hahHHahhAHAHhaha!,fuhahahHAHckhahaihihng sHOhohoHoOlp thhihihihHAHAis hahaha!!" tommy again said, but he knews it's just uesless.

"only if you change your goddamm mind!!" dream said, suddenly dream tickled tommy's armpits, and tommy squeaked at the change of place.it was even more bad when be can't see.

"AH-PTT-HAHAHAHAHhahahahahaHAHAhaha! shhihihiHIIHHIHIt hahahahahahHAhhaHHa dREHEHEHEeam!Hahahah!"tommy tried to say something.

"yes?" dream asked like nothing is wrong.

"FAHAHahahhaauhahachahahk yoHOHOHhohohohou!!"tommy blurred it out and dream frowned.

"tommy!! I CAN DO THIS TILL YOU VOMIT BLOOD!, So.. fucking do what I say, when i am acting nice!" dream not even slowing down for a bit.

tommy flinched,"HAHAHAhahahahHahahahHHah! noHOHOnohohho! hahahahahahahah!" tommy need to get out, but that's seemed impossible, he did so much squirming and tried to get his hands down,the chian didn't give up.

"tommy, i am LOSING my patients right now! you better agree or this gonna get worse" dream warned.

'god no!' tommy thought, not only cuz obviously he won't betray wilbur, but if they ever find out the reason for him to betray his OWN brothers and friends, and join the other side, is by tickling,TICKLING! oh hell no, he much rather kill himself.

So tommy just shook his head, "fine,you asked for it!" and the tickling stopped for a sec, then dream blowed a raspberry on his stomach.

"PTTH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!! DREHEHEHEHEHEHEAM STHOHOHOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! haahahahhaha HAAHAHA!" tommy was laughing hysterically.

dream stopped with the raspberries, but still ticked tommy's stomach with his hands, ruthlessly scratching on it,but tommy's laugh slightly went down, but he was still laughing like crazy.

"HAHAHhahahahahHhaahhHAHA!! *snort* HAHAHHAHAHHAhhahahah SHOHOHOhohohp! PLhehehHEHEheehhes! HahahahaHHhahaHAAHHAHAHAhahah!!" Tommy started to beg, his face starting to get heated.

"Aw! Isn't that cute?, but too bad I am not here for that!, so, come on tommy!, don't you want this to stop?, or do you want this to go on? Hmmmmmm~~ do you really want tickles? But it tickles so much, isn't it? Tickle, tickle, tickle ~~" dream teased tommy.

And tommy wanted to throw up, but somehow it made the tickles far worse.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! SUHHAHAHAHAHT UAHAHHAAHP! HAHHAAHHA PLEHEHEHSE IHIHIHIT'S SOHOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHD!! HAHAHAH!!" tommy begged so much,but dream wouldn't stop until he gets what he wants.

seeing tommy was laughing so hard, dream kinda felt bad for him, so kinda slowed down, but to his surprise, tommy laughed even harder.

"AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH! NOHOHOHT THAHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAH!! AHHAHAHA DREHEHEHEHEHAM PLEHEHEHHEHEEHHESE!!" tommy squirmed and kicked 10x more.

Dream was confused, he thought tickling hard only will make laugh harder, and slowing down means the laugh will also slow down, but tommy was doing the complete opposite? Did he actually lost his mind?

So like a curious cat that he is, dream pulled up tommy's shirt to reveal his stomach, and lightly scratched on it. And dream was delighted to see tommy lose his shit.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!? SHHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA! PLEHEHEHEHSEHEHSE DREHEHSHEHEHHAHHM I AHAHAM BEHEHHEHGGIHIHING YOHOHOHU!! STOHOHOHP!!' tommy was absolutely can't take it,you better know tommy was flopping like a fish out of water.

"Awww! Light tickles work better on you!? Now that's a good news to me!! Not rough on this too? God you are just a softie" dream smirked,when he saw tommy's blush darkened.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHSE!PLEHEHEHEHSEHEHSE!! I WIHIHIHIL DOHOHOHOHO ANAHHAHAHAYTHHIHHHIHIHING!" Tommy said without even thinking.

"you know what to do~~" dream said in a teasing voice.

"NHOHOHOHOHOOHHO! ANHHIHIHIHIYING BUHAHAHAHT THAHAHAHAHAHAHT PLEHEHEHSE!!" Tommy said, thinking maybe, just maybe dream will leave him alone.

"Nope!" Dream said and chuckled in a evil way. And put his fingers in a motin like he was zooming on a picture in a phone, but with all his fingers in the belly and directly on the bellybutton, and scratching up and down in between.

"*Wheeze* HAHAHAHAHA! HAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH *hic* MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRSY HAHAHAHAHAH! *hic* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" tommy was screaming in laughter.

After hearing this, again the ticking stopped, but tommy wasn't complaining, he was gasping for air greedily, when he heard the door open, tommy thought dream left and was about to sigh in relief, when the door snapped open and he heard the voice.

"I'm back!!" Dream said again being close to him.

"No!.......pls I-i can't take a-an-anymore pl-plea-please!!!" Tommy said, he said this in so many different ways, but the answer was always the same.

"No! I already told you!" Dream said.

Tommy tried to move back so badly "NO! Pls!pls! It was soo b-bad! Pls!!" Tommy said and dream smirked.

"Oh! Don't worry I will make it worse!" Dream said.

And tommy felt something soft his sides, which was even more sensitive than before for some reason, and tommy squeaked.

"Wtf is that!?!!" Tommy panicked, 'oh god, oh god,no pls don't be-'

"Feathers!! So many infact!" Dream said holding bunch of feathers in both of his hands, but only using one hand,for now.

And tommy was back to laughing.

Dream eventually put the other hand also in action.

"Come on tommy! I am not fucking around!" Dream said.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHESES IHIHIHIHIHUHIHT'S HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAHSHN'T WHHAHAHAHAHAHIT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH!!" tommy was getting close to even forget how to form a sentence.

The squirming and kicking tommy was back.

If that wasn't bad dream used one hand full of feathers in his stomach, the other hand to tickle tommy's armpits.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! YOHOHOHOHOHU GOHOHOHOHOHOHONA KIHIHIHIHIHIL MEHEHEHEHEHEH!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHSE" Tommy begged again and again but no use.

"Ohhh! I can already see the death message 'tommy was embarrassingly ticked to death' wow, already people don't respect you, if they knew this... Yeah no one is going to take you seriously!" Dream said.

'Oh, my fucking god...' Tommy just imagined that, if they EVER see that, they will NEVER let him live it down, oh god especially his wilbur and techno. Nope he much rather get swallowed by a monster.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH PLEJEHEHEHESE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!! STOHOHOHOHOHP TEAHAHAHAHAHSHIHIIHNG!!" Tommy said and giggled.

"Then accept what I said!!" Dream said again for the 69th time, but tommy was so stubborn, he shook his head.

Dream was getting annoyed, he blowed a raspberry on the bellybutton with the feathers and hand tickling, and tommy was howling in laughter.

"HAHAHAHAH!*wheeze* AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *hic* BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DREHEHEHEHE HAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH" it was official, tommy forgot how to from a sentence.

This was going for 15 mins straight, when dream got bored, while tommy was a MESS there were tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Let's try something new.....!" Dream said, but tommy didn't react he was to tired and was still giggling, he was focused on breathing, when he felt two hands on his hips.

"OH FUCK- AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHSEHEHE NAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHRE! " tommy was already back to losing his shit, but dream didn't even do what he wanted to do completely.

He lowered his head down still squeezing tommy's poor hips, and nibbled on his bare belly. And tommy SCREAMMED. He almost saw heaven(or hell)

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!*wheeze* AHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA! DAHHAHAH *gasp* HAHAHAHA AHAHAHAEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!*hic* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"

This was going for another 15 mins and tommy felt like his throat was gonna get ripped, he was like shit, he thought this was it. It was torture, he-

"TOMMY?!" the two men or 1 man and a child, heard a british man say that from kinda close but far, dream got up and frowned, he looked down at tommy "you got lucky this time" and left.

Tommy on the other hand went completely limp, his head was down, his hands were just hanging by the chains, but he was still giggling.

"TOMMY!, WHERE ARE YOU?!!" Wilbur said, but tommy didn't have the energy to answer.

Finally tommy felt the wall nearby brake, "Omfg! Are you ok tommy?" Wilbur's worried voice can be heard.

"Ye........s?" Tommy said while wilbur broke the chains "WE FOUND HIM, HE MUST ME NEAR!" A voice behinde him can be heard. It was techno.

After the chains broke tommy's hands hands wrapped around his stomach.

" you go help them to find him, I will take care of him"wilbur said and techno nodded and left.

Wilbur helped tommy up "you ok tommy?, god you look like shit! What the fuck did that baster do to you?!" Wilbur asked. But tommy just replied.

"I........need....some rest...." And wilbur nodded, oh you better know wilbur is gonna-

Wilbur saw the feathers, one of dream's mask (he has a lot of them) and the way tommy was breathless,he understood what happened.

'Oh, that green shit is gonna pay for this...' Wilbur thought, but that has to wait cuz right now all he wanted to do is get tommy to the base.

But that won't be that long....

END

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HOLY COW! It's been forever since I posted!! Thx you for waiting!! I am so sorry for that!! This fic was so long, and I didn't have the motivation to write. But anyways....

Hope you like this!.

[whiteqnn]

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

part 2

part 3 

part 4 

part 5 

PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.” 

“Great. Anyone else?”

 “I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby. 

“Who you’re bringing Jack?” 

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!” 

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby. 

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly. 

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed. 

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again. 

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!” 

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight. 

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game... 

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment. 

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game. 

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be. 

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself. 

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone. 

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!" 

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?" 

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!" 

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

*** 

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her. 

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already? 

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec. 

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them. 

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life... 

What if the rest won’t like her? 

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N” 

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!” 

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.” 

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with. 

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included. 

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect... 

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!” 

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile. 

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!” 

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players. 

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance. 

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s. 

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND” 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice. 

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.” 

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!” 

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began. 

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together. 

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter. 

“Alright, are we skipping?” 

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!” 

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button. 

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all. 

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks. 

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported. 

“Oh no, Jack!” 

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?” 

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?” 

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts. 

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning. 

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well. 

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere. 

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body. 

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily. 

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive. 

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath. 

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum. 

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer. 

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic. 

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now” 

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!” 

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character. 

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side! 

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!” 

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?” 

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!” 

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend. 

Sykkuno was ejected. 

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?” 

 Dead body reported.

 “I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said. 

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence. 

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected. 

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?” 

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time. 

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts. 

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions. 

“See? You only proved my point.” 

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!” 

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!” 

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well. 

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first. 

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result. 

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!” 

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!” 

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat. 

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer. 

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away. 

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix. 

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued... 

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped. 

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her. 

[mercy-burning]

Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

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DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

🖱️

After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

🖱️

Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

🖱️

The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”