#be proud of me I just messaged her to ask if we could hang out tomorrow although I doubt she’s free hhhfhfhfhfh

[vinsmokesangio]

"are we on a date?"

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you and tom met not long ago, but the connection you have and affection for each other turns into something more. tom is three years older than reader, she’s initiating in acting.

genre: only fluffy - at least for now

warnings: english is not my first language | no proofread.

N/A.: Hi! I really want to turn this into a series, but I need reader engagement to know if it’s worth it! Don't forget to comment, reblog, and tell me what you think <3 read my social media au here!

word count: 954

It was a cloudy and cold Friday, and you’re feeling completely tired. After several classes and auditions throughout the day, all you wanted was to be at home watching your favorite movies and rest with your comfy pajamas. Picking all of your stuff at the restroom to finally go home, your cellphone rings with a message from Tom, your best friend. Suddenly, there are some butterflies in your stomach… looks like the universe heard you.

It was a wonderful idea, right? Tom’s busy as hell since he got important roles and projects, and despite feeling really happy and proud of him, you miss him a lot and all of your quality times.

Something about the nickname gave you so much comfort and warmth in your heart. Tom was picking you up by car at your drama school in a couple minutes and you couldn't help but feel anxious in a good way.

"Hi pretty boy!" - you grinned while hugging him and putting on your seatbelt. 

Tom was wearing a gray sweater matching wonderfully with his pretty blue eyes. Smiling at you, he responded:

"I’ve missed you a lot, honey. How’s your day going by far?" - He said and headed on his way to the nearest coffee shop. 

"I’m just exhausted. We're in the final stretch of the Christmas play and I've never felt so tired. It’s like, I don't know, but my mind needs a break." - You sighed, staring in front of you, looking at the light traffic on the busy avenue.

"And I’m here to make your wish come true" - he chuckled. - "We can grab some coffee and watch silly memes on the internet like we used to do, whatcha think?" - Tom is always so gentle and lovely. 

Your friendship was really a very healthy, comfortable thing... and every time you saw each other, it was as if you never had any problems in the world. It was just you and him, inside jokes and comfort. You wished you could say how important he is to you, but instead, you simply nodded while you both entered on the drive thru and took your order. 

Tom parked the car at the coffee shop and you spent hours updating each other on your busy routines, laughing over tiktoks, singing... There were also moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, the calm you loved and needed so much. 

He looked different this time. You didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen each other for a while, but you could feel that something inside you and the way you looked at him was different. A few sparks every time he smiled at you, and you swore you could feel the same coming from him too.

Her cell phone rings, breaking her out of her reverie, showing a call from your mother. You realize that you forgot to tell her that you would be coming home later today, but all you had to do was tell her that you were with Tom and her worry would disappear. She loved him. Sometimes it seemed like she loved him even more than you, her own daughter.

“Enjoy your date tho”, your mother said cheerfully on the other side of the line. You couldn't help but chuckle and feel your cheeks burn, as you looked at your friend who had a confused expression on his face. Before you could answer, she hangs up the phone.

"What does she said? Why were you laughing?" - Tom asked with a funny expression while taking a sip of your already watery iced coffee.

"It’s nothing! Curious boy." - you poke him.

"I don’t believe you. But I know you enough to know that one day, when you least expect it, you'll tell me like it's no big deal." - He teased as he pointed at you between each word.

"I want to show you a video that I forgot to send you." - you tried to change the direction of the conversation, wanting to avoid confessions that might come out too soon. Your mother was always right, and it made you wonder if you were actually on a date with Tom. 

After a burst of laughter, you find yourself in a awkward silence trying to catch your breath. “It’s time”, you thought.

“Enjoy your date”, my mom said at the phone. - you finally confess, avoiding his gaze.

Tom looks at you with a surprised, but fun and provocative expression:

"So… are we on a date? Kinda looks like one to me." 

You can't hide your smile mixed with an expression of surprise and doubt. It's really impressive how Tom always found it easy to confess things, to be direct, but his goofy personality - which you loved - always confused you about whether he was being serious or not.

"I wouldn't mind if we actually were in one." - You said in almost a whisper, but he clearly listened.

Finally you find the courage to look into his eyes, and notice his calm smile looking into yours with admiration and affection.

"I thought you would never say that. You're a bit slow to even ask me on a date, frankly, buttercup!" - He scowled at you, making you laugh nervously. You're so lost in his "confession" that you can't even notice his hands on your thighs.

The comfortable silence that existed between the two of you suddenly became a little awkward. You take a deep breath, and slowly lean over him to join your lips in a calm kiss, with all the accumulated affection. He reciprocates by taking one of his hands to your face and stroking your hair with the other.

If there was any doubt about his feelings towards you before, it disappeared at that moment.

[abbyromanoff]

I'm going to request Werelioness!Fem!Reader with Werelion!wandanat !!

Reader just gave birth to their cubs, so she goes two weeks of hiding from her pride, two weeks pass, and she's prepared to fully introduce them to the avengers' pride mostly natty and wanda who is her mate and the other mothers of the litter, when she shows Natasha and wanda their 3 little cubs, both of then goes full on protective mama/mate mode and spends the entire time with their little family doing tasks such as taking care of the cubs, protecting the territory alongside wanda,whenever reader is out they play w the cubs,hunting, not letting anyone touch their cubs

At the end of the day, both mama's cuddle close their little family

LOOK AFTER YOU

PAIRINGS: Werelion!WandaNat x Werelioness!reader

WORD COUNT: 1177

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, protectiveness, giving birth, children (a warning alone), I didn’t really understand the like lioness typa thing that much so I hope this is okay 😭

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

When you had given birth, neither of your wives were allowed to be there. It felt lonely in the first few hours without having them to hold your hand and guide you along in the process, but once you had birthed three cubs of your own, it felt like the most magical moment of your life.

You knew the two of them had been going crazy without seeing you or their babies, they had been counting down the days until they were allowed to finally meet them. Sadly, they were forced to stay at the Avengers compound while you rested securely in your home that was built deep into the woods where no one could ever find or hurt you.

In the time being, you had hidden them away along with yourself. You weren’t quite ready for them to be introduced into the dangers of the world, but it had been tiring taking care of them on your own. They’d weep for their mother’s comfort, and you gracefully provided them with it. You wanted to bask in the time you had alone with them before it became too late.

Your wives had been shaking with anticipation the entire drive to your shared home. They were about to meet their cubs for the first time, the ones they were only ever able to talk to through your belly for months. And while they were beyond excited to meet their triplets, they were just as happy to be able to see you again. It had been too long without your touch, they would drop to their knees and beg for it if they had to.

“Darling? It’s just me and Wanda, is it okay if we come in?” The redhead asked as she knocked on the wooden door. Her booming voice made you jump, almost waking the sleeping babies. You chose not to answer, hoping they’d get the message and still come inside.

“Okay, we’re going to come in now.” She knew your lack of response was most likely due to your fear of waking them with your voice. The only other option it could be was that you were resting along with them.

The door slowly opened as their eyes averted to you in your nest, lying down with your cubs, a smile on your face as you looked up at them. It had been too long that you were on your own and left stranded, you had craved them desperately.

“Oh, baby, how are you doing? Are you healing well?” Wanda asked, cautiously walking over to you. You were snuggled into your nest comfortably as your heavy eyelids were close to shutting.

“I’m doing better, still a little sore but hanging in there.” You could tell they were both on edge to hold the three cubs in their arms after waiting so long, but you still felt a sort of protectiveness over them. Even if you trusted the pair with your life, it still worried you to let go of the trio and place them in another’s arms. They both picked up on this and leaned down to level their faces with yours, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You’re such a strong woman, Y/N, and we’re beyond proud of you. We’re so grateful to have you to hold and protect our little ones, you’re already the greatest Mama they could ask for.” One of them muttered, kissing your forehead gently and returning their gaze to your children.

“I know it might be hard to let them go, but they’ll still be right here with you. We would never dream of hurting any of you, you can trust us.” They understood your vulnerability and welcomed it with open arms. You sighed deeply, trying your best to hold back the awaiting tears ready to escape.

“Okay.” Was all you said before slowly handing one of them into the arms of Nat. You placed the little girl in your other lover’s arms, letting yourself soak in the small moment with your youngest son. You had given birth to two handsome little boys and one beautiful little girl, your first being a boy, your second being your only girl, and the last being your little boy. There were no words to express the amount of love you held for them already.

“They’re so perfect.” Nat cooed, letting her lips press against the little one’s nose.

“That’s Armando.” You three had chosen the names for each of them carefully, but due to you being the only one in the room while in the birthing stage, they were yet to know which held each name.

“This is Treyton.” You admired the sleeping baby in your arms with a smile before turning to look at Wanda who was near crying at the sight of her sleeping daughter.

“And that’s-”

“Adara.” She finished for you, copying Nat’s earlier motions and kissing the child’s small nose. The three of you shared a joyous smile, this was the start of your new lives. You were a mom to three adorable cubs, and their other moms were going to be just as sweet and gentle as you had been the entirety of the two weeks.

That thought didn’t change the more they were around. You were worried to let yourself sleep in fear that they’d be needing you, but the two women eased your fears and showed you they could handle the little rascals.

The house was already secure, but they made sure to install more appliances to keep all of you safe. Wanda would often make you three food while the cubs relied on you as their food source. Nat was the more playful and reckless mother, she loved playing with them and listening to their small giggles.

It took close to a year before you felt comfortable with having the other Avengers see your triplets. You trusted them all dearly and had felt at home with each one of them, but that didn’t toss away your fears and motherly instincts. You would do anything to protect your sons and daughter, even if that meant from your closest friends.

Wanda and Nat both shared your worries and held their cubs close the entire time. None of your friends and family were allowed to hold them until they were at least three years of age, that was what you all decided on. And they were understanding of such rules, after all, most of them had children and cubs of their own to protect and care for.

You all planned on teaching them to hunt and catch prey when they were a bit older. For now, you’d enjoy the small moments you got to have when they were too innocent to realize the cruel fate of the world. And, at the end of the day, when it was just the six of you, you’d hold them close as you cuddled into the arms of your lovers. You were a complete family, fitting each other like pieces to a puzzle. You were whole - all of you were.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Comin’ back for more? ❞

ghostface!leon kennedy x ftm!ghostface!reader | r! has had top surgery and bottom growth | porn with some plot | friends-with-benefits, implied attempt at a relationship (r! had commitment issues, lmao) | wc: 8k | not proofread

warnings: yandere!leon and yandere!reader, piquerism, carving his name into r! skin, blood kink, overstimulation, leon takes pictures and videos of r!, dumbification, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick), use of boypussy & boy cunt.

“Actually,” Leon sighs, “I was gonna ask if you’ve seen him.”

Her shock is evident but to Leon’s surprise, it turns into exasperation.

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Kennedy?” Ashley puts her hands on her hips and then points a finger at his way.

“He likes you. (Y/N) (L/N). He likes you, Leon Kennedy. So,” she comes around to him and despite the height difference, Leon feels slightly intimidated by her frown.

“Just fuck his brains out and tell him you’re not gonna let him go! That’s the only way you’re getting through to him, okay? God, I swear the both of you are so dimwitted!”

authors' note: heed the warnings, leon and y/n are high-key deranged, lmao. also i wrote this in a rush but enjoy!!

“Do you think he’s like…big?”

That alone was enough to make you rip your eyes away from your laptop. She chews on her glossy lip, twisting her phone to show you a Tinder profile of some douchebag that checks off everything on her list.

Awkwardly angled photos to show his jawline? Check.

Dimples? Check.

Two pairs of horrendous matching sweats? Check

A random photo of him holding some poor relative's baby to appeal to women? Check.

“Surprised he didn’t leap out from your brain,” your dry tone makes Ashley pout. “Honestly, be a little proud of me, (Y/N). He’s not holding a fish,” she turns the phone to herself. Pursing your lips, you return your attention to the report that’s been rotting in your laptop.

“Yeah, his sister is probably relieved her baby’s face is plastered on a hook-up app.” Ashley reaches over and smacks your hand. The yelp you let out turns a few heads; dark eyebags and caffeine-fueled veins already making them irritable. Exclamations of pain weren’t appreciated.

“You’re such a pessimist, (Y/N). I swear I have no idea how we ended up being friends.” An attempt was made at stifling your laughter but it tumbles out from between your fingers in quick intakes of breaths. The glaring turns into mumbling but none would speak up. Between Ashley’s status and your own, along with your golden reputation, no one could find themselves wishing ill upon the both of you.

Ashley was from a wealthy family. All you'd need to do is look at her to see she was dripped in luxury brands that were so exclusive you probably never heard of them. She met you through one of her mother's annual parties. It was an attempt on her end to play matchmaker with Ashley so she was quick to push Ashley and your sibling together.

Unfortunately for her, both you and your sibling were queer. Ashley was just glad to have real friends. How did the saying go? You win some, you lose some?

"You have your mother to thank for that. Remember how she was convinced you were a lesbian because we kept hanging out? Before I came out and everything." Ashley rolled her eyes, leaning on her elbow as she scrolled through the array of people with mild interest.

“Woah, what was that for?” Her lack of reply makes your brows raise. Closing your laptop, you reach a hand out to swipe her phone away. She gasps, attempting to swipe it back but you lean back on the chair, balancing precariously on its two legs. “Give it back, you ass,” she hisses, still trying to keep her voice low as she raises from her seat. Exiting from Tinder, your thumbs work deftly to open her messages and scoff as you go through her archived chats to see her mother’s messages were there. “You put your mom in archive jail? Woah, she must have really pissed you off,” she grunts as she tugs her phone back into her hands. You let her, folding your arms behind your head as she taps out from your intrusion. “What’s up? Did she bug you about university again? I swear she’s as anal about making those planners as you are.” “As opposed to how you live through life relying simply on your phone’s battery? Not to mention, you keep overcharging the hell out of your phone too. You should really change it — “ Ashley tucks her hand to her chest as you stand up, your chair banging as you ground it before you do so. At this point, a few people have plugged in their earphones anyway. “You’re stalling, Ms Graham.”

Ashley does this thing with her mouth. Sucking in her cheeks and chewing the insides as she contemplates spilling the metaphorical can of beans. It seems she relents as she settles next to you. There’s a sense of gratitude in her eyes as your knees are now facing her as you sit.

“These recent killings, it’s got her on edge,” she said. “She’s even been telling me I should have an escort everywhere I go. I don’t know, I just want to be normal. It’s hard enough that people treat me more like a concept or a walking ATM — an escort would just further that divide.”

A glance over her shoulder makes her words more concrete. Their eyes were clear in their intentions; flashes of green embedded in the very whites of their gelatinous orbs. Whether it was envy or greed was hard to decipher but it was clear Ashley wasn’t a person to them. She was a myth brought to life.

“You told her that?” she pushes her lips forward into a pout and you cock a brow. “Like she’d let that be an excuse. I understand her concerns but I’m not a damsel in distress. The Ghostface killings aren’t even aimed at this university, they’re completely random.”

“But you gotta admit, the close proximity would set anyone on edge. Your mother just happened to be someone who was born right on it,” you reach over to poke her cheek and she swats your hand away with a huff. “Can’t you ask her to hire secret agents instead? At least that way, nobody will see them.”

Ashley groans out that you’re the opposite of being helpful. Her phone buzzes in her hand and whatever she reads is clearly exciting enough for her to completely drop the conversation because she reaches forward and smacks your knees so hard it jerks up involuntarily.

“(Y/N), look!”

You’re half-expecting a new Tinder profile but instead, it’s a shittily made poster for a Frat Party. The curling of your lips has Ashley whining and she inches closer — her knees now between yours — as she wags the phone a bit.

“Dude, c’mon! We gotta go, everyone will be there!”

And if everyone was there, Ashley would have to be there too.

“Yeah, what better way to piss off your mother than to go to an overcrowded and overrated Frat Party,” you reply dryly. High schoolers made better posters. This one with the Comic Sans font, blurry PNGs of the hang-tight emoji, and Rick Sanchez lowered your confidence in the Earth's crust. Ashley scoffs.

“Shut up. Besides, the only reason you don’t want to go is because Mr Waitlist will be there,” she dodges your attempt to smack her arm. “Seriously, I have no idea why you choose to be in denial about your feelings for him. The chemistry between you two is insane. It’s almost sickening.”

“Almost? Guess we should try harder,” you mutter as you turn to face your laptop again. Ashley does not relent. “You should. I agree. It’s obvious you two like each other. I’ve already made a wedding plan for you.”

“Ashley,” you groan out. “Nothing is happening. We’re just...close friends.” "Again. Stage 1, denial," your eye-roll makes her inch closer and closer. "Not that anyone would blame you. He looks like some European model even with those weird side-part bangs." "Ashley." The finality in your tone makes her giggle. "(Y/N). You're attracted to him. The second you see him I swear your pupils just blow up bigger than when you're on molly. What's stopping you from just being exclusive-style?" Knowing she won't stop her sudden fixation on the topic, your shoulders droop just as you slip down your chair. Sinking deeper into your oversized hoodie, you sigh and attempt to entertain her as your fingers hover over your keyboard.

"We tried, but it didn't work, Ashley."

"Barely, tried. You had one foot out of the door before the relationship even started. I still remember you trying to keep it a secret, that's not trying that's giving up with extra steps!"

The violent shushing of a particularly peeved student causes Ashley to flinch. Pink dusts across her milky skin and she bows her head apologetically, her teethy grin gone in an instant. He seems satisfied with her expression. That quickly fades when he sees the stare you give him; his brows furrow and he frowns with a slow curl of his nose. Like a kitten hissing.

You recognize him from some of the classes you took. He was the kind of guy who'd continue to badger the professor with questions, acting so smug as he did so and never catching how exasperated they'd be. Obscenely polite because his parents were big spenders in the university's bank account. His greasy fingerprints on the steel frame of his glasses and pathetic excuse of a beard piss you off enough to curl your lips into a wicked grin.

"Sorry, were we too loud?"

The apricot sweater he wears reeks of cologne, the kind that pierces your nose and makes your eyes water from how strong it is. As he lifts his arms to cross it, Ashley straightens her back to put more distance between him.

"The two of you have been loud the second you got here." There's more he wants to say, the twitching of his lips and the tightening of his fingers prove that much. But you're staring up at him like you know something he doesn't — an omen is within your eyes and the chill it gives him shuts him up enough to leave with a comical stomp and huff.

Ashley cringes, glancing around to see if anyone felt the same as he did but is distracted by your question. "Everyone is invited to that party?" Excitement flashes in her eyes as she sees the same in yours.

"Fine. I'll go too."

The music is so loud you're convinced it's rattling your bones. People are spilling out from the threshold of doors, and windows, on the stairs and the porch, and possibly on the sloped roofs of the house. The lights are everchanging. Streams of neon blue, green, and red are flashing through the fog that's flowing down from the corners of the room. The scents. The sounds. The feeling of bodies bumping into you no matter where you walk. It was a goddamn watering hole.

You had come here with Ashley, but she split off with some of her girlfriends. Last time you checked, she'd been invested in some girl's sob story as they crowded around her with red cups in their hands and slurred words. Ashley had given you a grimace but gestured for you to just enjoy herself.

You'd try to but there'd be no point in doing so considering how vapid everyone was.

So you nurse your drink in the corner, back facing the stairs, and smile as people walk by or above you. The music isn't all that bad, typical party music with some early 2000s songs that earns a good 'oh fuck, this is my song!' from the crowd.

Scanning the front door, watching every face that comes in, your hunger becomes more and more endless. Like a predator digging its claws into the bark of trees, you're restless in that little shroud of camouflage; shifting your weight from one side to the other, sighs escaping liquor-flavoured lips; grin getting more and more grim.

The touch on your nape has your head tilting away from him. Those calloused fingerpads — which not many people in this slice of "heaven" had — press into the solid bone on your nape; it elicits a barely there moan and your features soften immediately.

The cup he's holding is perspiring in his hands and you've spent enough time under his hands to know it had every right to be red and sweating. Deft fingers pinch the rim of your cup and you give him no resistance as he pulls it away to trade his drink.

"Thought you said you didn't wanna be here, Trustfund," Leon said as he leaned on the wooden panels of the walls. The shoulder bump he did is deliberate, a soothing croon to ask you to stop staring people down the second they enter the house.

"What gave you that impression, Waitlist?"Leon grunts, downing what little is left in your cup down his throat. Risking a glance away from the entrance, your eyes chase after the trail of wetness that slithers down his chin. God, he was gorgeous. A face so pretty it's no wonder he pisses off other men around him. His odd, dry, humour doesn't exactly help either.

"The lack of replies to my messages, maybe, geez, who knows."

"Oh, poor Leon," your pout earns a frown from him. "Couldn't get your dick wet when I was going through exams? Oh, poor widdle baby," he leans away from your fingers as they invade his face to pinch to what little adolescent fat still stuck to his cheeks.

"Oh, suck a dick, (Y/N)." Your smirk as you bring your lips to the rim of his cup. "Down, boy. We're in public, don't start begging just yet."

Unamused — or attempting to look unamused — Leon simply follows your focused gaze and tilts his head.

"I'll ask then. What's up with the staring problem? You attracted to doors now or what?"

The drink goes down with an awfully wheaty aftertaste and you smack your lips together in bemusement. "Fuck - what beer is this?" "Don't be an ass, they're doing a beer run, alright? I grabbed what I could. Are you gonna answer my question or not?" You swallow with a grimace. "D'you know that kid in Mr Pinto's class? The one with glasses and that god-awful voice? That know-it-all?" Leon nods. "Yeah, kinda looks like the typical nerdy douchebag, right?"

You lean in and Leon lets you. The both of you pretend not to feel the way his breath shudders as your wet lips brush the side of his cheeks.

"I wanna kill that rude little freak. Cut him open and smear his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk." Leon's eyes widen. As you peer at him through your lashes, his grey-metal eyes all but melt to reveal that bloodthirsty animal stalking between reason and lace-thin morality. He gulps thickly, casting a side-glance briefly to the entrance before he darts them back to you.

"Why?" He strains out after clearing his throat.

Oh, this is why you adored Leon Scott Kennedy.

It was the way he tried so hard to deny how twisted he actually was. That abashed flutter of his lashes, the skim of teeth over his rabbit-tongue-colored lips; everything contrasting to how violently he used his strength to thrust a knife into someone's rib; how easily he swiped and cleaned a hunting blade using his gloves.

The low, guttural, grunts he makes as he thrusts into you during that high. How he's so careful with his strength outside of the bedroom but during the heat of it? He's so shameless that he leaves hand-shaped bruises all over your hips and arms and even leaves indents of his teeth into your flesh. If he was really impatient, he'd fuck you all while wearing the Ghostface mask, holding that still-bloody knife to your throat as he fucked you so hard you walked funny for a day or two.

Despite how much he enjoys it though, he still asks ' why? '

Why him? Did he do something bad to you? Why not him?

Why? Why? Why?

It didn't exactly matter why. Leon never says no to you.

"He was a bitch to Ashley."

Someone bumps into him, and he braces his hand on the base rail of the stairs. Drunken laughter muffles the minute silence as he peers down at you. His broad shoulders look bigger this time. You faintly recalled Ashley slyly mentioning how he seems to work out more often now ("always jogging past near your accommodations, you must've seen him once in a while. Has he ever come over for a quick post-workout boost?" "Gross, Ashley...A few times, yeah -").

"That won't do." He said with furrowed brows. "No, it won't." Circling your arms around his waist, you pull him in with a Cheshire smile.

"Ashley's like family to me. Besides, her mom's been worried about all these — " you giggle, trying to push down the urge to by chewing on your lower lip but failing. "What?" he asks, the tip of his nose on yours as he savours the sound. "C'mon, what'd she say, babe?"

"She's worried about these Ghostface killings," you playfully hiss out. He isn't sure if it's the party, the drinks, the bloodlust, or just you but he starts laughing along with you.

"So we gotta make sure he isn't dangerous for her sake, hm?" He noses under your jaw and the way you turn your face away makes his mouth water. That neck is far too untainted for his own liking; how long has it been since you've fucked? Since he's driven a knife into someone's skull?

Ever since that awkward break-up in your car, after that honest-to-god perfect night of killing that annoying and creepy line cook and fucking under the stars in the woods. That was the last time the two of you fucked and that was months ago. It caught him off-guard. That haze of pleasure being fanned away by the typhoon that was your sudden request to just break up.

The handjob on the wooden floors of your dorm followed by a blowjob was more recent but Leon just wanted to sink into that tight hole again and again for hours for him to be fully satisfied. The only reason he even stopped was because your alarm rang for an early class, one that you apparently couldn't afford to skip. All lies. He knows the alarm was just the weekday alarm that always went off at 9 am — he knows it's because of the beat of silence that followed after you came around his fingers.

The gentle panting from both of you, the sweet kisses he was leaving on your thighs and then your face.

You only pulled away when it got too real.

It just makes him more determined to show you how deep his devotion for you was. Whatever the reason behind your fear of commitment was, there isn't a line Leon wouldn't cross to show you how willing he is to be yours.

"Exactly," you whisper. How he hears it despite the music and people should surprise him but it doesn't. His body is hyperaware of your very presence. The minute changes in your expressions, the octave changes or lilts in your voice, the wordless way you communicate with him from across the room; Leon just knows you.

"A little birdie told me that he actually has a crush on you, Mr Kennedy." Leon doesn't pause in his actions. His tongue laps at the rising pace of your pulse, teeth brushing over skin and you try very hard to continue your speech despite the hand that cups your crotch.

"Somethin' 'bout you helping him pick up his books when the fucker tripped over his own fuckin' feet." You gasped as he started mottling your skin, capillaries just imploding under his ministrations. "Fuck, Leon." The cup is crinkling under your tightening hold and Leon simply cages you in between his toned arms. It's hard to focus on anything past them as you eye the prominent veins that disappear under the sleeves of his black shirt.

"Leon, calm the fuck down." He bites your neck in retaliation and you're glad some popular song plays over the speakers because the cheers that follow mask your moan.

What a ridiculous statement. Here you are, in his hands; perfect and handsome and sexy and yet — not his. It’s all a bit fucked up for him. Growing up alone, life offered no reprieve for little Leon Kennedy. His parents dying while he was young, then going to an orphanage — it all cemented into him that he was fine being independent. A partner sounded nice but he didn’t give it much thought.

Until you came.

Stubborn, silver-tongued, rich, handsome, so fucking handsome.

Not at all his type.

Waitlist, he hated that nickname. So he crashed a little late and unprepared for his first class. Sue him. Not his fault the school plucked out his name late too. Among the giggles of the classroom, yours stood out. It made sense since you were closest to him. Ashley was smacking your arm, sharing glances his way and you turned and mouthed a ‘sorry’ that Leon knew you didn’t even mean.

But then he kept seeing you around. Bumping into him during parties, always sitting near him in classes, accidentally hitting him in the face with a ball while you were chilling on the grass.

Fate was too perfect for him.

Leon was snarky and stubborn and he had nothing to give you that you already didn’t have.

But then, the night he saw you covered in blood. Everything seemed to shift. Because suddenly you weren’t this unreachable, little asshat with a wicked tongue and Leon was no longer a mutt with nothing to offer.

Suddenly, he saw that you were just as twisted and hungry as he was. A lone wolf with its teeth stained and its ribs showing under all that extravagant fur and Leon couldn’t resist himself chasing you after that.

The man who was bleeding out next to you had been desperate to try to sleep with you. The bruising around your neck and the dishevelled state of your clothes pieced the puzzle together. Leon used that to justify killing him.

For you. Just for you.

He was finally using the sharp teeth he had. Those blunt claws he’d been desperately trying to file down dug themselves into the dirt and he ran with you all the way down to Hell. Kicking the earth behind him, his breath visible as his teeth bare into a wolfish grin and you were right there.

Two lone wolves finding each other in a world full of rabbits and squirrels and deers.

Because that's what the both of you were. Not spiders with silk-weaved webs or snakes with venomous fangs. You were a wolf stalking its prey with your tongue lolled out and eyes so wide they shine like the moon.

Unapologetic killer.

If only you’d get the fact that you’re not a solitary animal into your thick skull.

Leon grunts when you pinch his sides, forcing himself to pull away with a disgruntled glare that you return.

“Did you hear what I said about the plan?” He tilts his head. “Was I supposed to?”

You click your teeth, placing your hands firmly on his chest to push him away. Leon resists but he lets you go after a split second.

“Christ, Waitlist.”

Leon reaches his hand out but you take a turn into the living area and suddenly he’s bumping into bodies. They’re bouncing and shaking and he feels like a sailor in rough waters.

“(Y/N)!” his voice doesn’t reach past his own nose. The music is so loud he doubts you’re even deliberately ignoring him. “God fucking dammit!” Leon ignores the hand that clumsily tried to seduce him and the glossy lips that follow it, just shouldering through the sea of people.

The kitchen hails no signs of you. He’s glad to see the beer run was successful enough and grabs a bottle of your favourite to soothe whatever it is he did.

“Leon! You’re here!” Ashley pops up from across the island and Leon smiles at her way. “Hey, Ashley. What’s up?” she eyes him skeptically and places her hands on the island. She quickly regrets this because of how suspiciously sticky it is but doesn’t miss a beat as she asks him; “I was gonna ask if you’ve seen (Y/N) but I guess those beers are for him.”

Ashley wraps her hand around a can and uses the condensation to somehow alleviate the stickiness. She would use the sink but with the state of a poor boy vomitting inside it and the amount of couples fucking in the bathrooms, this was the best she could do.

“Actually,” Leon sighs, “I was gonna ask if you’ve seen him.”

Her shock is evident but to Leon’s surprise, it turns into exasperation.

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Kennedy?” Ashley puts her hands on her hips and then points a finger at his way.

“He likes you. (Y/N) (L/N). He likes you, Leon Kennedy. So,” she comes around to him and despite the height difference, Leon feels slightly intimidated by her frown.

“Just fuck his brains out and tell him you’re not gonna let him go! That’s the only way you’re getting through to him, okay? God, I swear the both of you are so dimwitted!”

Ashley walks away and Leon stands there for a second to process what he’d just been told. The beginnings of a smile threaten to crawl onto his face so Leon purses his lips and just walks on towards the hallways to see if you’ve snuck into any of the rooms there.

He instead finds another person. Quite literally, they were shoved straight into his chest (thank god the beer was in a bottle). It takes a minute for Leon to notice him, really notice him, but after their half-assed apologies are shares Leon sees who it is.

From over his shoulder, he spots your half-hidden face just as you slink out of view.

“Hey, you’re...Michael, right?” the brunette perks up considerably and nods. “You’re in Mr Pinto’s class?”

Michael jumps into the conversation. “I am!” he exclaims though considering the state of the party, it is not out of place. Leon smiles charmingly and leans on the wall, offering Michael one of the bottles he’s holding.

His hands practically tremble to take it.

“You’re pretty smart, huh?” Michael scoffs at his words, his cheeks flushed despite not one sip taken. “I guess you can say that, I mean, 4.0 GPA but yeah. I guess I am pretty smart.”

This was going to be a long night, Leon thinks as he takes a swig.

Dancing with Michael proved to be easier than talking to him. He’s much more pleasant when you can’t hear him bragging about being the smartest guy in the room or how his sister is as dumb as bricks (”It’s no wonder she resorted to bulimia as a last resort to get hitched” “Oh, wow.”).

Leon thought rich kids were already unbearable but the smart rich kids were worse. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that he’d see glimpses of you. A sliver of (H/C) coloured through the flashes of light. At times, he swears he even hears your laughter through the crowd and music.

Michael grabs at his arms and pretends to be coy as he squeezes and asks how much Leon works out. “I see you runnin’ sometimes!” And Leon suppresses the urge to cringe at how close his face is.

Did this make him an asshole? All this pretending to be nice, if God was real, was he shaking his head at Leon?

‘ If God was real he’d open the gates of hell to swallow you up the second you were born, ‘ he thought derisively.

But then, the Devil answers his question in the form of you. He sees you dancing, hands up in the air with your teeth bared in a giant grin. Leon's entranced; your arms slither down to your neck and Leon's not sure how he sees it with the flashing lights but he can see the hickeys he left on you. Michael is speaking, his ears relay to him. But he can’t pull his eyes from you. Leon doesn’t understand how you do it.

When you’re in the room it’s as if you’re the sun; the very center of his universe and he wants to implode into you. Be devoured and destroyed within your maw. A hand on his face and Leon is now staring at Michael. God, he’s staring at Michael.

Before he can speak, Leon asks; “Do you wanna go somewhere more quiet?”

They’re in the back of the house now. Music is more muffled despite the way the walls reverberate. The wood panelling must be screaming from the LED strip lights pasted on it. All the lamps had a red cloth over them, the room would look terrifying if it weren’t for the clouds of smoke and slurred giggling from the bodies on the bean bags.

Michael’s palms get clammy and Leon pretends he doesn’t feel it. Deeper in the room, at the back, where the cove of a past reading nook was built. The heavy velvet curtains stink of weed and cigarettes. He doubts the stains at the end are anything but alcohol or vomit. Aptly named make-out nook, the windows are covered by old sports magazines so no one from the outside can gawk.

Leon pressed Michael to the window panes and he gasps, hands coming to rest on Leon’s waist. He does that annoying squeezing thing that makes Leon’s skin crawl. His lips are on him and Leon narrows his eyes, staring at the smiling bodybuilder with his bulging muscles and tanned skin. Superman underwear and all. Leon wonders what he’d think of the sight before him; if any of these frozen-in-time athletes coo and gasp at the scandalous activities this nook has seen.

The curtains rustle as Michael chews on Leon’s lower lip. He’s biting down harder than he should — Leon jerks back, hissing softly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry — Are you okay?” Michael pauses as the curtains part and your giggles flood through, tendrils of smoke slipping through your teeth. An act. You’re closing in for the kill, and Michael has nowhere to run.

Still, he looks oh-so-smug as he tightens his grip on Leon.

“Leon?” you gasped while Michael sneered at you as he took a handful of Leon’s crotch. Both pretend not to feel how soft he is. He squeezed and purred. Leon’s eyes remained on you, brows raised in a challenge. “He’s busy with me, (L/N). So move along,” Leon slid his toned arms around his waist. The sight was like a match being struck, and your eyes burned with fury.

‘ Now? ‘ his eyes ask. You nod, reaching for the pocket knife you tucked away in your (Leon’s) leather jacket.

‘ Now. ‘

Leon wanted to kiss you so badly that he felt his fingers shake as he reached for his own hidden knife.

“Dude, not cool. You can’t make out with me like 10 minutes ago then just make out with someone else!” You exclaim, clambering into the nook and letting the curtains naturally slip close. “Leon — c’mon,” you beg so sweetly when you’re pretending. Michael sighs, getting his filthy hands off Leon, and faces you.

One finger jabs at your chest and you tilt your head at it.

“Fuck off, alright? Not everyone is dying to fuck your used hole —“

He inhales sharply, lashes fluttering as metal sheathes itself into his flesh. Leon pulls out his knife and then plunges it inside his back.

Again and again and again and again and again.

Michael braces his arms on your shoulders, and your breath shudders. He looks up at you in panic. He doesn't pay attention to the knife you’re holding too, he inhales and the way his mouth opens tells you he’ll try to scream.

The blade sinks through his neck, and when he tries to swallow the blood that floods his airway you can feel his muscles and Adam’s apple squish and move it. So you twist and dig in deeper. Leon’s blade pulls out again, blood is quickly spreading beneath Michael’s legs but the room is already cast in red — as if anyone would see.

“You enjoyed the little shit, Kennedy?” Michael claws at your jacket as you tilt the knife up, slicing through more of him until he starts spasming. His choking and gasping makes you groan in relief, breathing in his death with a smile.

"He was". You don't dare pull out the knife. Not now. A little puddle of blood is fine but more than people will really notice. The thrill of it all is too much for Leon; the crowd of people being hidden only by curtains, a warm body sputtering and choking on you as you held the knife; your eyes staring up at him with nothing but adoration in them.

Try to deny him as much as you want, (Y/N). You can't hide from Leon's hunger.

Ashley's voice echoes through his head.

"Kept groping you like some sort of pervert, what a fucking loser. Heard he got caught stalking the swim team captain. Pathetic, right? Think we can drag this pile of shit to the pool?"

Why are you talking about this waste of space?

Leon grabs him and with no more than a grunt, tosses Michael's body to the window pane where he thuds and slides down onto the floor. Splatters of blood spray onto the magazine covers, forever staining them just like the vomit stains on the curtains, and Leon pushes you against the window.

You replace the knife you held with Leon's jaw, smiling into the kiss as he sticks his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he tastes good. Like your favorite beer. He's relentless as his hands grab the mounds of your ass.

From the outside, people snicker at the thumps they can hear.

"Fuuuck, Leon — Mfph, you're so fuckin' hasty," you groan. "Sorry for rushing when — fuck — when there's a dead body next to you."

You laugh and when Leon dives in again to suck the soul of your body he tastes the heavy smoke of marijuana lingering in your mouth. Michael is grunting, attempting to pull out the knife in his neck and you're especially cruel as you dig the heel of your shoes into his crotch. When he groans spurts of blood come out of him like a deflated waterbed.

"You're acting like this is something new," you retort. Leon just focuses on your neck again. Sucking over his marks and the slight pain that follows causes you to moan, gripping onto a fistful of his hair as your legs part.

What did Ashley say exactly? Fuck your brains out and tell you he's never letting you go?

He kneels abruptly, you're still catching your breath when he licks up your stomach, his bloodied knife now in his hand. You help him by lifting up your top, watching him lap at your happy trail with a dark blush across your face.

"Gonna suck my dick? You miss it that much?" Leon does not reply. Instead, he unbuttons your pants and you're chewing on your lip in excitement, gulping thickly as he pulls it down under the swell of your ass.

There's a wet patch on your underwear and Leon moans, pulling your pants down even further until it pools at your ankles. His knife is cold on your outer thigh, you hiss softly as the edges press and nick you but his tongue lapping at your dick through the cloth derails any complaints.

"Shiiit, Leon — " he slips the knife under your underwear, the serrated edges licking at your hips before a riiiiiiip! is heard. Ashley would be pissed knowing one of the designer underwear she gave you as a gift was purposefully torn apart but perhaps she'll be forgiving knowing it was to fulfill horny, filthy, purposes.

He must be really fucking excited. Leon's tongue is making a wet spot appear on your underwear and as if flimsily slips away from your hips, you swear you can feel the growl he releases as he sucks your exposed dick.

It twitches on his tongue, flushed from his attention as his tongue laps underneath it and his lips wrap around it.

"You miss me, baby?" You let out a sound of confusion at the question. "Yeah, you fuckin' do. You're so fucking hard."

Was he...was he talking to your cock?

"Bet you're dripping for me too, hm?" "Leon, what the fuck are you — "

The knife is now between your thighs, Michael's blood smearing itself there as he presses a kiss to your cock.

"If you're gonna cut me, wipe that pig's blood off." Your sneer is the last thing Michael sees as his eyes finally cloud over. In all honesty, you'd forgotten about him until now. The thought of his blood on you just disgusted you.

Leon wipes off his blood in his signature move; simply using your ripped undergarments in replacement of his gloves. Despite your annoyance, you won't deny how hot it was seeing him do it.

"Want me to cut you?" he hitches the blade to your inner thighs, the still-warm blade makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand. "Can I?"

"...Not there. Somewhere else."

Leon stands, the tip of the blade on your stomach. He towers over you, his broad shoulders making your cunt ache for more. "Here?" You shake your head so he flicks his gaze to inspect your torso.

Taking the edge of your shirt from your hands, he instead slips it between your teeth and you narrow your eyes at him. With your hands free, you lean back onto the windows, chest rising and falling in anticipation as Leon traces the knife all the way up to your chest.

He pauses at your collarbone but you shake your head once again and so he lowers it to your pec. You shake your head but Leon is gazing at it intently. He strokes tenderly over the surgery scar then pulls the skin of your chest taut and before you can protest he digs the tip of the blade in.

You bite down on your shirt, hissing as he drags down the tip. Crimson seeps through, beading up like delicate pearls before it gushes out in small streams. Leon's knee digs up your cunt and the spark of pleasure makes you lurch forward to grip Leon's shoulders. He pushes you back, the thump once again earning giggles from the group on the outside.

"You know I love you, (Y/N). I'm sick and tired of pretending you don't love me back."

Bewildered, you stare at him with furrowed brows.

He twists the blade and you inhale sharply as he slices it, lifting the knife at the end which cuts you shallowly at the end of his...symbol?

What the fuck was he cutting into you?

"Since you're too fucking stubborn to accept it, I'll make sure you know it. I don't know what rich boarding school trauma you have or if mommy and daddy never showed you how love is supposed to work — you're fucking mine."

He drags the blade down, three quicks slices follow and your eyes well with tears while your hips gyrate down on the delicious friction he has provided.

"You think I won't understand you? Think I'll hurt you? I'm the only one in this fucked up world that'll love you unconditionally, Trustfund. I love you, (Y/N)."

The next letter — you belatedly realize — hurts more as he carves a jagged O.

"I love you. I love you, I fucking love you, I'll love you till the day we die, and even in Hell, I'll find you and I'll love you."

N hurts less, Leon's gotten the hang of the angles and how quick and deep he should do it.

"I'll burn the whole fucking world down if it meant I could stay by your side."

Your chest is bleeding, rivers of red escaping and it stings in the cool air so Leon presses himself closer. The warm of his body on yours numb out the pain of the pressure he had applied. Blood is staining your torso, dripping and mixing with your slick and his jeans and you're so turned on you can't find the words.

Leon just kisses your cheek, licking up the tears that escaped and you moan as he kisses you.

Leon thinks his ears are fucking with him. He pulls back, not far enough to let your lips leave his but far enough that he can look at you. There's a dopey grin on your face, and he can feel the shape of your lips as you speak.

"Luh — Love you too, Leon...Love you s'fuckin' much."

It's a miracle no one has pulled the curtains back.

Maybe the noises were keeping them away. Everyone's a voyeur until the chance is actually presented in front of them, right? Hearing the both of you is enough. Seeing is too embarrassing.

You're completely wrong, by the way. Ashley had chased everyone out, locked the goddamn door of this red room with a giggle. Not knowing the true horrors that were hidden.

It was for the best.

Leon has you lifted in his arm, lapping up at the blood on your sternum as his cock bullies in and out of your cunt. The gymnast staring at him from over your shoulder makes him grin and he pulls you firmly down onto his cock, groaning as you squeal.

"Fuh — Fuck! Fuck! Leon!"

You're gripping onto whatever leverage you can find purchase off without ripping off the pictures. But he's balls deep and you keen, hands finding itself tangling with the curtain rod. Leon is so rough, so intent on destroying your cunt as his hot breath protects his name from the air, every jostle and thrust makes you clench around his cock like a vice.

"Fuck, this boypussy's made just for me, huh? Sucks me in every time I pull out, greedy little cunt." His words are making your vision blur with tears, he latches onto your nipple and your arm jerks.

The curtain rod falls with a crash and Leon immediately pulls you in. He shield your naked body with his own, completely ignoring the dead body inches away. He expects horrified screams. The both of you are greeted with silence instead.

The room is empty.

More space to fuck you in, he thinks as he smirks.

Limply, you lay out like a starfish on the couch. Cunt gaping and slick with your juices and blood and his spit. His dick is streaked with blood and your cum coating it, he spits a glob off spit onto your dick and you whine, reaching for a throw pillow to hold onto as he uses his thumb to jerk it.

"Fuck, you look so fucking handsome right now."

"How...how have you not cummed yet...?" You pant out, hips lifting and twisting in an attempt to escape Leon's thumb. He presses your hips down with his other hand and you groan, eyes rolling back.

"Needa' make up for lost time," he says as he licks his lips. "Missed this hole so badly. Shit, look at the way he's winking at me."

"Stop talkin' to my cunt!" He grunts as you kick his shoulder, turning to bite into your calf with a gleeful chuckle.

"Fuck, I wanna make a movie with you." Your pretty little prince-y parts are more forthcoming than you are. Your cock jumps and he sees the way you squeeze down.

"Say less, baby." You try to kick him again but he leans back faster than you. He meanders towards his discarded pants, pulling out his phone. You try to catch your breath, one arm tossed over your eyes as your legs go lax, thighs twitching as you try to calm your heart rate.

The light from his phone feels warm, but maybe that's just you being sensitive. He makes sure it takes in all the details of his carved name, then pans down to your sopping hole and a throaty moan escapes you as his fingers slip inside with ease.

"Jesus, I can feel your heartbeat." The casual way he says it makes you whine, he pumps his three fingers in and out before curling it up, and your back arches. The cutest "ah!" coming from you.

He hopes the phone picks it up. He admires the way you as he lines up his cock to your cunt. Slides it through your lips, hissing in pleasure as he bumps his cock with yours, and you squirm, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Leon, cum in me. Please, fucking Christ, just cum in me already."

His cock is so thick. The stretch of it never fails to make your mouth open in a silent scream, choked-out moans of his name or God escaping. When his balls smack against you, you see white behind your eyelids, and Leon chuckles as he feels your walls spasm around him.

He pulls back. The streaks of liquid on his cock just make him all the more eager. Leon lets the camera take in your body as it takes him. Plowing into you with abandon, bracing himself on his fist as his hips rattle yours.

"Fuck, yes. Tighten up around me, that's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

He angles the phone away, wanting to see your face without it blocking him. It falls onto the floor and Leon steals your breath away as he kisses yo. His mouth tastes like blood and beer and you.

His brows pinched as his back rippled with pleasure. "I'm close," he warns and you whimper, locking your ankles behind him just as you wrap your arms behind him.

"C'mon, baby. Fill me up, yeah —Nghah! Yeah! There, right there! Fill me up, Leon, please — Ah!"

Pressing his forehead with yours, he claims your lips once again and his thrusts get sloppy, uncoordinated. He comes with a moan of your name, sheathed in as deep as he could get and the warmth that fills you makes your cunt clench around him tightly, milking him as your orgasm washes over you for one last time that night.

"Fuck, (Y/N)..." Leon presses gentle kisses to your cheek, stroking your neck as he pants.

"I...I promised Ashley I was gonna jog with her tomorrow," you mumble out, whining as Leon's hips stutter into you. He chuckles, trailing kisses down your neck.

"I'll take responsibility." "You better."

"Poor Michael," Ashley's brows slope as she watches the TV replay the news.

You're honestly impressed Leon managed to sneak out with the goddamn body, he wrapped it up in the curtain if you recalled, and placed it on his backseat. Leon didn't wanna leave you in the car but you were passed out, sleeping peacefully. So he spent a good hour or two just tossing the guy's body in the school's pool.

When you came to, you were at home with him wiping you down and your chest wrapped up.

It's been a week since the two of you were official, Michael's case seemed more and more hopeless — Leon had done a good job erasing traces of evidence. Like a proper killer.

His fingers squeeze your calves, and you groan softly, curling your toes as he massages it. Ashley turns back to peek at the both of you. You with your legs splayed over Leon's lap and him casually working out the kinks in them, all while you were wrapped with a blanket around your shoulders.

"You two aren't the slightest bit scared? He was at the party y'know. Michael and that Ghostface dude," she shudders and looks ahead at the screen. "Fuck, what if I made out with him!?"

Leon snorts, shaking his head. "I'm sure you didn't, Ash." You nod in agreement, adjusting the pillows under you, ignoring the sting of the wound under the bandages.

"Bet if you did, you'd know. He'd be so fucked up you'd probably taste blood in his mouth or somethin' freaky like that." Leon glances your way, and you give him a grin.

Ashley pouts, sinking back. You reach a hand out to play with her golden locks. It makes her shoulders droop and she leans back to you.

"You didn't even know the guy, Ashley. Ya' know what they say about killers, right? They only kill the people they know, you know any killers?"

She thinks about it.

"...You scream at the sight of a cockroach and Leon can barely parallel park without getting teary-eyed..."

"Hey," Leon's ears turn red. "That was one time and everyone was staring, okay?"

Ashley laughs, shaking her head as she switches the channels. Yeah, you were right! She didn't know any killers. She was safe hiding out here in your apartment with Leon until the police wrapped up their investigations.

As long as she had the both of you, she'd be safe. Which she wasn't wrong about — Ashley meant too much to you to be hurt. Her mother didn't have to worry about the Ghostface killers attacking her, the two of them were right behind her. Braiding her hair, asking if she wants popcorn for their movie night.

[storiesforallfandoms]

they forgot ~ corpse husband

word count: 2022

request?: yes!

“Corpse husband asks his S/O why they are upset two days before their birthday and they reply, "I just got a text from my parents saying to have a happy birthday today." ”

description: in which an early birthday text sends her mood on a downward spiral just days before her actual birthday

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing, shitty parents, some self hatred/insecurities due to shitty parents

masterlist (one, two, three)

I never liked my birthday. Cliché, I know. That’s how every sad story with a happy birthday ending starts.

I was a cliché from my high school days, too. I only had two friends, so “birthday parties” were always just the three of us in my basement watching the same movies. I tried to have an actual birthday party once for my Sweet 16. Only because my mother insisted upon it. Made me send out invitations to my entire class and decorated our house before leaving for the night so we could “have a real good time”.

No one showed up besides the usual two friends, and we ended up in the basement watching movies yet again.

That was another issue: my parents.

I know they loved me...in their own way, anyways. Most years we didn’t celebrate my birthday. Not how I would want to celebrate it, anyways. If it were up to me, we’d go out on the night of my birthday to one of my favorite restaurants and maybe have a board game night or something. Just be together as a family for my day. But that’s never how it went. My parents were always “busy” the day of my birthday. Mom made the mistake of telling me once that she forgot it was even my birthday and booked a day out with her friends. She didn’t ask if I wanted to come with them. If we ever did anything, it was usually whatever they decided with very little input from me.

I thought I was weird for disliking my birthday, until I met Corpse.

Corpse didn’t like his birthday either. When it came around the first time when we started dating, I didn’t make a big deal over it as he asked. I got him a gift and a cupcake with a candle in it, but that was it. He did the same for me - small gestures as to not make such a big deal over my birthday.

But, as time went on, Corpse started making a little bit of a bigger deal about my birthday. He’d order in take out form my favorite restaurant, make me dinner (once he also tried to make a cake for dessert), invited over a few of our friends once just to hang out for my birthday. I didn’t notice at first, and by the time I realized what he was doing, I was too happy to be upset. I was finally enjoying my birthday for the first time in...well...almost ever.

Until my parents dragged me back down to Earth.

I was getting ready for work when my phone chimed signaling I had gotten a text. I ignored it at first, figuring I’d answer whenever I finished getting ready. But when it went off a second time, just moments after the first, I figured it was important. I picked up my phone and the screen lit up, displaying two unread texts from my parents.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart. We hope you have a wonderful day.”

“We love you very much and we are so proud of you.”

It would’ve been a really sweet series of messages if it weren’t for the fact that my birthday wasn’t for another two days.

I sat down on the edge of mine and Corpse’s bed. I kept re-reading the texts until they burned into my eyeballs, the words “Happy Birthday sweetheart” standing out every time I blinked, until welling tears washed the image away.

I thought things were different. I thought I was actually becoming someone worth celebrating, or at least worst remembering my fucking birthday. But if my own parents couldn’t even be bothered to remember when their only child was born, how could anyone else be bothered to remember or care about me?

“I thought you had work.”

I jumped at the sound of the deep voice I usually loved so much. I hadn’t heard Corpse come out of his editing room. It had been another night of Corpse’s fucked up sleep schedule keeping him up from sun down to sun up. I had gotten used to our sleep schedules often conflicted, especially when my work required me to wake up semi-early in the morning. I guess I had momentarily forgotten he wasn’t in our bed while I was getting ready for work.

I quickly wiped my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Yeah, I do. I got distracted, I guess.”

I stood and made my way out of our bedroom, pausing only to give Corpse a quick kiss. I mumbled a “Goodbye, love you” as I exited our apartment, leaving before he could notice I was upset.

~~~~~~

The day passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about the text. I hadn’t responded, which didn’t trouble my parents too much. Part of me hoped they would realize their mistake if I didn’t respond and would apologize for mixing up the dates. But that never happened. They didn’t text me back at all. Didn’t even acknowledge that I hadn’t responded. They probably hadn’t even noticed.

I couldn’t wait to get home and crawl into bed and end this shitty day. If I was lucky, Corpse also would’ve forgotten my birthday and we wouldn’t do anything to celebrate the day I was once again dreading the most.

Corpse was laying in our bed, re-watching Death Note for the hundredth time. I kicked off my shoes and shrugged off my jacket before getting into bed with him.

“I can’t believe you started without me,” I teased, trying not to let my upset show in front of him.

“There was nothing else to watch,” he responded.

“We have Netflix, Disney+, and Hulu, but there was nothing to watch?”

Corpse put a hand over my mouth and shushed me. I giggled and rested my head against his chest. I was starting to feel somewhat better after the day I had had.

He moved his hand from my mouth to my back and started running his fingertips up and down my spine. “How was work?”

I made a grunt sound in response. “It was okay, I guess.”

“Only okay?”

I shrugged. “Nothing especially good or bad happened. It was just a day.”

His hand ran from my back to my hair. I shivered from the cool feeling of his metal rings against my skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. His fingers tangled through my hair as he started to play with it.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I responded, although it didn’t come out very convincingly.

“You’ve seemed upset since before you went to work. Did something happen this morning?”

Tears started to prick my eyes again. Corpse always knew when something was wrong. It was like he had a sixth sense about when I was upset, and he wouldn’t let up until I talked about it even a little bit. It could be annoying since I was so used to just dealing with my upset and sadness myself, but it did always help me to feel better when I talked to him.

Corpse paused the show and moved so he could face me. He wiped away the fresh falling tears with his thumbs. “What happened, baby?”

“M-My parents,” I sniffled.

That was really all he needed to hear. Corpse knew about the relationship I had with my parents. He had only met them once and decided that was one too many times for him. His once soft gaze at my sad face immediately darkened when I told him. “What did they do?”

“They...they sent me a text this morning,” I said. “Two, actually. Wishing my a happy birthday and telling me they love me and they’re proud of me.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “But...your birthday is...”

He trailed off as I started to nod. The dam officially broke within me and I began to sob. Corpse quickly pulled me to him, burying my head in his chest and allowing me to cry into his shirt. At least he loved wearing black clothing so it wasn’t like I was staining the material with my sadness.

“Th-They couldn’t even be bothered to remember,” I said. “All these years I thought...I thought I was finally becoming important enough for other people to even...remember the day I was fucking born.”

“Of course you’re important enough.”

I shook my head. “Not important enough for my own parents to remember my birthday. My own fucking parents, Corpse! They were fucking there when I was born! You’d think, of all people, the person who popped me out of her fucking vagina would remember what day she did that. But she doesn’t, and she’s never given enough of a fuck to remember that day and make it special for me. Never! So why would anyone else care that much about me when my own parents can’t?”

Corpse pulled me away from his chest and looked down at me. He wiped the tears from my face again, gently running his thumbs under my eyes and down my face to catch the tears.

“I care,” he said. “I have since the very first day that I met you. If you hadn’t told me that you didn’t like your birthday, I may have thrown you the best party I possibly could just to celebrate you.”

I couldn’t help but let out a shaky chuckle. “You hate people.”

“I love you, though. And if you wanted a party, I’d try to give you a party.”

I shook my head. “Everything you’ve done for me since we got together is more than enough.”

“You say that, but to me it feels like it’s far from being enough. Your birthday is one of very few days that I actually want to celebrate throughout the year because you are something I want to celebrate. I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.”

“Probably be doing the same thing you’re doing now: watching Death Note all night until you fall asleep at 5am.”

He chuckled. “Okay, yes, but I wouldn’t have someone to do that with me. And that’s what means the most to me. Since I met you, I haven’t felt as alone as I once did. You make me feel so happy, (Y/N). More than I think you could ever know.”

I could feel my eyes welling up again, but this time it was happy tears. I leaned forward to kiss Corpse, before pulling away to wipe my face again. Kissing someone while you’re crying, or while your face is still wet from crying, can be slightly awkward. Not that I thought Corpse would’ve minded at all.

“You make me happy, too,” I told him. “I’m glad I found you, and that we’re building this life together and starting our own family. Well...our found family.”

“One day it’ll be a real family. Whenever I start feeling better.”

I took his hands in mine and kissed them. “I can wait. As long as I have you.”

He eventually coaxed me to lie down with him again and pressed play on the show. I tried to stay awake to watch it with him, but after working most of the day and having cried a number of times, my eyes were feeling very heavy. I had to fight against my eyelids to keep them open, but it was a losing battle. At one point I had even managed to drift off to sleep for a few seconds before a sound on the TV caused me to jolt awake.

Corpse chuckled. “Do you want me to turn it off so you can sleep?”

I shook my head. “No, that’s okay. I don’t mind listening to it while I fall asleep.”

“Falling asleep to Death Note. And I thought I was fucking weird.”

If I had the energy I would’ve playfully hit his chest. Instead, I just grunted and turned into him more.

I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled again. “Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I mumbled before finally drifting off to sleep.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

What about some Jihyo x actor fem!reader fluff please! Maybe there’s been rumors that the two have been seeing each other for a while after meeting at an event. Pictures of the two taken from a far hanging out and eating at restaurants. Then the reader is in an upcoming major film and one of the premieres is in Seoul and Twice is invited to attend. Just some cute stuff like the two making small gestures like eye contact and smiling at each other across the red carpet or being seen taking photobooth pictures at the after party. Please and thank you hehe :)

AN: sorry for the long wait anon. Hope you like this!

Jihyo x Actor Fem!Reader

Caught in the Act

It’s always a good day when you are on a date with your lovely girlfriend especially when she’s none other than Park Jihyo herself. Add to that the pleasant weather and the good food that’s about to be served, life doesn’t get much better than this really.

So, how’s your day been darling?, “Jihyo interrupts your thoughts, her cute smile sparking with curiosity.

“Well, you know the initial reaction to the movie as been much better than expected from the critics so I think this might be it, my introduction to the world.” You couldn’t help but feel extremely proud. This was your potential breakthrough after all. You hear your phone go off a few times but ignore it and continue, “Then there’s the premier coming up in a few days and as you would have found out yesterday, Twice are invited!”.

Jihyo smiles sweetly and proudly as she listens to you be so happy. “Yea I got the invitations yesterday, why didn’t you tell me about that before!, she pouts.

“I wanted to surprise you”, you tease, glancing at your phone again as another bunch of notifications pop off.

“Ah well it was a very pleasant surprise!” Jihyo almost squealed. “I’m so happy for you”. She paused for a moment as your notifications went crazy yet again. “Ooohhh, the premier hasn’t even happened and miss y/n has become such a busy star already.” She teased with a wink.

“Ugh I’m so sorry about this”, you say sincerely deciding to check what the issue is, “I don’t know why……oh….no…..”, you mild annoyance slowly turns to dread as you look through your notifications. You’ve been tagged in social media posts, your manager has been messaging you, media agencies have been messaging you, fans have been messaging you with the only common denominator being some pictures. Pictures of you and Jihyo from yesterday, last month and other times when the two of you met recently. Your eyes scanning the same words in all of the messages

Caught

Dating

Exposed

Scandal

Your hands start to shake as you realize the ramifications this could potentially have. Suddenly the relaxing atmosphere of the restaurant felt very tense, the glass walls made you feel exposed and the other people here made you nervous. You felt absolutely terrified, your personal life, your career and your girlfriend’s career were all at stake here. As scared as you were right now, it was important to begin damage control as soon as possible. You look at Jihyo who was resting her head in her hand glancing at you seriously while using her phone presumably waiting for you to be done. She probably knows by now as well since she’d likely have been contacted as well.

Taking a deep breath, you grab her hand and quickly drag her, away from the windows, away from the people to the closest secluded area you could find…which happened to be the bathroom. Pushing Jihyo inside, your close the door, wait a few seconds and peek out to see if anyone saw you two come here.

“We need to hurry, someone might come in”,

You nod in agreement and sigh in relief to see no activity you turn back to Jihyo only to see that she has lifted up her top, her breasts exposed and was in the process of pulling down her pants, her cheeks slightly red and her face full of excitement.

“What the HELL are you doing????”, you ask in astonishment.

“What do you think love”, Jihyo flirts squeezing her tits together with a wink.

“Jeez! That’s not why I brought you here!”, you reply, your cheeks flushing. “Put your clothes back on! Someone might walk in!”

“Ahhn what’s going on with you”, Jihyo protests, feeling confused and a bit disappointed.

“They found out.”, you say grimly. “I’ve been getting a lot of messages and there’s pictures circulating and everyone is talking about a potential scandal and-”

“Whoa whoa, calm down. What are you talking about? People found out?”

“I don’t know how? I’ve been receiving so many messages and….didn’t you see it?”

“I keep my notifications off….”

You show her what you’ve found out and Jihyo looks worried now.

“Im surprised, I thought we were quite careful. Maybe we got a bit sloppy recently but for now…..Ok, I think we go back home for now, talk with our companies and then see if we need to address this publicly”, Jihyo says seriously.

You take a deep breath and nod. You let Jihyo leave first and wait about 10 minutes before you go back as well. You didn’t have the courage to check your phone again and were fearing the worst.

On your way back, you called your manager to ask what was going to happen and were a bit relieved to find out that all mostly speculation but the fact that two of five pictures had captured Jihyo and your face cleanly and it was obvious that it was the two of you. Your manager informs you that as of now it would be viable to keep quiet and then the company can say the two of you are friends hanging out, but this stance could change depending on the reaction of the general public. It was too soon to gauge the true reaction of the people right now and it would take a few more hours to assess the situation more accurately.

You spent the next few hours watching some Netflix, trying to distract yourself from the drama till you got further news from the agency. It wasn’t very effective though since your thoughts kept drifting back to it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity you got a call from your manager, no, it’s Jihyo. You take a deep breath and answer the call,

“Hey”

“hey….”

“did you see it?”, she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“what? See what?”, you question back, confused.

“Open your socials, see what everyone has been saying”

You do as she says and immediately come across a barrage of negative threads about the two of you which only reaffirms your fears but as you keep scrolling through you are completely surprised to find out that despite the initial outrage the fans and public are actually overwhelming supportive of you and Jihyo.

“I never thought Y/N had rizz like that to pull Jihyo!”

“Jihyo is so real for going for Y/N”

“Just based off the photos I can tell these two are so cute together”  

“NOW I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEM AT THE PREMIERE”

You didn’t know how to react now. People were seeming for rooting for you both but what does it really mean you and Jihyo got away with it? That there wouldn’t be any real consequences? It seems too good to be true.

“Hellooo are you still there Y/n?”

You were so relieved that you had completely forgotten you were on a call with Jihyo. “Y-yeah, I’m still here.”

“Everyone from my side thinks that everything will be more or less alright since people aren’t very angry about it.”

Hearing Jihyo say those words meant a lot and you felt a lot less tense now and were a bit more relaxed. “That’s so good to hear. I still haven’t heard anything from my side, so I hope they tell me the same soon.”

By the next morning your agency had assured you that everything was fine and there would be no major problems. With only two days left for the premiere, time seemed to fly by. Mostly due to how hectic and busy things had been for you but also partly because you were quite nervous about it all.

Finally, the day of the premiere arrived, the whole morning was nerve wrecking, you just kept thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong. Thankfully you managed to get it under control as the day went on until it was actually time for the premiere. When you arrived at the red carpet the first thing that you noticed was the sheer number of people present. Were they all there for you? That seemed entirely insane to you, maybe your driver messed up and now you were at the wrong place and now you were going to get embarrassed when you end up missing your own premiere. However, as soon as you got out of the car, you were absolutely hounded by the crowd of people. They seemed to be speaking in sync, but you couldn’t make out a single word with all the noise. After the initial excitement wore out you could finally make out some of the questions and began to answer them.

Just as you were beginning to get comfortable, the crowd goes wild again as someone else arrives at the carpet. As the car door opens, time seems to slow down and steps out Jihyo looking absolutely gorgeous, her hair perfect, her smile making you feel weak even if it wasn’t directed at you. She greets the crowd as the rest of Twice step out. You were still mesmerized when you snapped out of it realizing that a lot of eyes were still on you. Your cheeks began to flush a bit as you tried to act like it was nothing. Some people in the crowd seemed to have caught on and you could hear a few ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. Pretending like you didn’t hear them, you decided to move on.

As the rest of the cast turns up, time seems to fly by and before you know it, it’s time to watch the premiere. Everything was going well, in fact every time you appeared in a scene a certain section of the crowd a few rows behind you seemed to cheer loudly. Only when the interval began, and the lights turned on did you realize the loud section of fans were sitting near Jihyo. You didn’t really know how to feel about this. It was kinda sweet maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as she made her way towards you flashing you a quick smile before heading to the snack bar. Even though you were quite relaxed on the outside, that small smile from Jihyo made you feel really warm and fuzzy on the inside. You followed her to the snack bar, greeting some fans along the way before stopping next to her. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, smiled and then turned away ordering snacks.

Of course, you wanted to kiss her, but this was NOT the place for that despite the fans seemingly egging the two of you to do something. Coincidentally you both ended up walking back together which caused some whooping from the crowd causing both of you to blush a little while making your way back to the seats.

The rest of the premiere went quite smoothly, and the people absolutely loved it, and you couldn’t be prouder of your work. You ended up taking pictures with each fan in the premiere. While you were about to exit, you were pulled in by Jihyo who told you to keep quiet and that she wanted you to follow her out the back.

“I want you all to myself for some time now”, Jihyo says endearingly. You have no complains, in fact this was exactly what you wanted as well. While the rest of Twice and the movie cast were a bit confused at the disappearances of their members, both groups were busy enough to not put two and two together.

[justmeinadaze]

A Virtual Romance (Steve X Reader)

A/N: I was going to release this tomorrow but I'm proud of it and I want to hear what y'all think. This would definitely be a little series. It is set in the golden days of messenger and them fun Samsung flip phone. I clocked it at about 2002. This is based off A Cinderella Story. I told you guys I watch stuff and I'm like "This would be cute for Steve or Eddie." Lol. But yeah :). I hope y'all like it.

If it has their screen names next to it they are talking via messenger. If it doesn't they are texting. I'm going to color code it to make it easier on the eyes. Her virtual dialogue will be in color, Idk which one yet lol

@lunatictardis I dedicate this to you!

Warnings: A lot of this is virtual communication. They do have a smutty moment near the end. All dirty talk and masturbation.

Word Count: 2559

YOU

You rub your eyes as you squint at the computer screen. Senior year at Hawkins High was really kicking your butt when it came to the curriculum and your grades. You couldn’t afford to slack off though. You were so close to getting that academic scholarship for college. 

The monitor in front of you pinged softly as a small notification appeared in the corner. 

StealthyNinja02 is online.

You smile as you lean back in your chair, waiting. After a few seconds, the little box popped up in front of your homework. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey you : )

StealthyNinja02: I already know what you’re going to say. Give your brain a break!

You bite on your bottom lip trying to control the grin on your face. The first time you saw his name appear in the Yahoo chat room for “People in Hawkins” you thought it was stupidest thing you had ever seen. He would occasionally pop up in conversations regarding Hawkins High or flirt with one of the girl’s names you recognized. 

One day, you noticed some students bullying another when she messaged asking some questions about the new year starting. You immediately intervened, telling the popular kids to fuck off. You never understood why Tommy and Carol insisted on using screennames that made them easily identifiable if they were going to be assholes to people online. 

StealthyNinja02 reached out after your interaction praising you for standing up for the kid. From that point forward, you two were inseparable. Well, virtually that is. He messaged you throughout the day and texted you when you weren’t online. For a while he insisted on meeting but you kept refusing. That didn’t curb your curiosity though. He never gave any specifics in the chats and, to be fair, neither did you. 

It was a common understanding in the group chat rooms that you just don’t call out people’s names. You were fine with how things were though. Honestly, at this point, you were more afraid that if he found out who you were or vice versa, it would shatter the illusion and you would lose him forever. You liked talking to him and the way he made you feel. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Okay! Geez. Stop yelling at me : )

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: How was your Sunday?

StealthyNinja02: It was fine. My parents are still out of town so just went to hang out with some friends. What about you?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I was at work all day. Now I’m just finishing up my paper for English. 

StealthyNinja02: Shit. I should properly get started on that. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Omg! Lol. 

StealthyNinja02: God I wish I could hear your laugh.

You sit there and grin at his words. You never know how to respond when he talks like this. You don’t want to lead him on but…

StealthyNinja02: Did I scare you away? I don’t mean to make you nervous or anything.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You don’t make me nervous. 

StealthyNinja02: : ) Can we revisit the topic of meeting?

You cheekily set you status on messenger as AWAY and turn off the computer. The phone by your bed vibrates and you giggle as you flip it open to read the text message. 

So no then? Lol. 

Goodnight, StealthyNinja!

Good night, Ouyay.

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“So how late were we up this time talking to prince charming?” Your friend grins over at you from her place in the driver’s seat. 

“Not too late. I spent most of the time studying last night.”

“Uh huh. Is that what the kids are calling it?”

“Shut up, Sam!” You both laugh as you roll your eyes. 

After she parks in the Hawkins High parking lot, you wait by her trunk as she digs through it for her schoolbooks and papers, shoving them in her bag. 

“Sometimes I wish I was more like you and then I see stuff like this.” You gesture at her with your finger. 

Suddenly, you feel a hand push you forward into the car, knocking your own books out of your hand. 

“Oh shit! Excuse me. You should really watch where you’re going.” Carol giggles as her boyfriend Tommy wraps his arm around her shoulders and they head for the school. 

You bend down to gather your things when a man’s hand comes into view handing you some of your things. 

You look up coming face to face with the king of Hawkins High himself, Steve Harrington. 

“Are you ok? Let me help you.”

You clear your throat trying to regain your confidence. “I got it, thank you. You should help your friends to not be assholes.”

He sighs as he nods. “Yeah. They can be that way. Look, I’m sorry if they…”, he points at your stuff. When you don’t respond, he smiles awkwardly as he runs to catch up his group. 

“You know, he may be a bit of a jerk but damn is that boy fine.” Sam watches as Steve disappears. 

STEVE

How’s your day so far?

Steve grins down at his phone as he picks at his lunch in front of him. Tommy and Carol are across from him talking about some mundane crap he couldn’t care less about. His fingers quickly started pressing numbers on the keypad.

Sigh. Boring. I wish you were here to keep me company. 

Lol I’m sure I’d just bore you more.

Why do I doubt that?

How’s your day?

“Steve!” Tommy snaps his fingers in front of the boy’s face. “Are you even listening? Who are you even talking to?”

“None of your damn business.”, Steve replies with a joking tone. 

“We were thinking of meeting some of the other kids at that restaurant by the school when we leave today. Are you in?”

Steve casually nods his head as he turns his attention back to you. 

Frustrating. Some of the popular kids were jerks this morning.

Ugh I’m sorry. Do you want me to beat them up?

Lol no! But thanks for the offer : ). 

I’ll talk to you later, ok? My lunch is almost over and I have to get my homework out of the way before work tonight.

Steve’s head looks around the cafeteria. You were in the same room with him, so close but yet so far. 

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Steve and his friends piled into a booth near the corner of the burger place just a few blocks from the campus. He had only been here a handful of times but it was a pretty okay restaurant. The girl that Carol invited along pressed herself up against his side. He gave her a stiff grin as he tried to scoot his body further away from her without falling out his seat onto the floor. 

“Hi there. What can I get you guys today?”

All four pairs of eyes looked up to meet yours. Carol and Tommy chuckled at your messy attire. You had on the standard uniform the restaurant required, jeans and a black shirt, but your shirt had some grease stains blotching the fabric. Your hair was pulled back in a messy bun and your sneakers squeaked against the linoleum.

“Wow. Um, don’t you look ravishing, Y/N!”, Carol giggles. 

Steve looked over at her with an annoyed expression. 

“Oh, thanks Carol. It’s a new look called independence. Maybe one day when your daddy stops catering to your every whim, you’ll be able to recognize what that looks like.”

Your eyes turned to look at Steve as he started choking on the water you had brought to the table. He placed his hand over his mouth trying to cover his smile. 

“Shut up, Harrington. Look, are you going to take our order or not?” 

You flash them your pad and pen signaling you are ready. After you bring them their food they sit there for a while, talking. The girl next to Steve kept trying to put her hand on his leg but he kept trying to nonchalantly shake it off. 

“I’m going to go smoke real quick.” Without waiting for a response, Steve got up and exited out the back door. 

I hope you’re having a good shift. I’m thinking about you.

He closes his phone as he leans against the wall the outside wall staring off into the distance. 

“I’ll see you inside, honey.”

Steve’s head abruptly turns seeing you and another woman sitting on a bench a few feet from him. The woman gently pats your hand as she passes him, giving him a polite nod before going back into the building. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Oh, no you didn’t. We were just on our 15.”

He nods as he moves a bit closer to where you are. “I’m also sorry for my friends.” Steve reaches into his pocket and hands you some bills. You look at them completely confused. “If I know them, they aren’t going to leave you a tip so…” He smiles as he turns to go back into the restaurant.

 He doesn’t see you pull your phone out and grin at the screen. When he gets back to his table his friends are already heading for the door. “We were just about to go look for you. Let’s go hang out at your place.” Tommy loops his arm around Carol.

“Not tonight guys. I think I’m just going to go home and relax.”

“Alright, old man.” They laugh at him as they head for their car. The girl that had been flirting with Steve gave him her number as she followed after her friends. 

As soon as they drove off, he tore up the paper she had given him, throwing it into the cup holder of his car. Glancing at his phone, he bit his bottom lip when he saw he had one new message. 

Aw : ). I’ve been thinking about you to. I’ll message you when I get home!

YOU

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What are you up to?

StealthyNinja02: Waiting for you ; ). How was work?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: It was ok. Boring lol

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What else did you do besides wait for me?

StealthyNinja02: Um that’s all I ever do? Lol

StealthyNinja02: I hung out with my friends and they brought some girl along. 

A pang of jealousy coursed through your body. Obviously, he wasn’t yours but you couldn’t help it. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Oh? Like as a date?

StealthyNinja02: Uh oh. Ouyay, are you jealous? : P.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Maaaaaybe!

StealthyNinja02: Well, I’m flattered : ). 

StealthyNinja02: No to answer your question. I think she wanted it to be a date but

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: But what…

StealthyNinja02: But she’s not you. 

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek. 

StealthyNinja02: Don’t do that. 

StealthyNinja02: Please don’t go silent on me.

StealthyNinja02: I want to meet you.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t think that’s a good idea. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I like what we have…

StealthyNinja02: What if I want more.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Like what?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Tell me. 

StealthyNinja02: I want you here in front of me. With me. I want to take you out on a proper date. I want to hang out with you at school and hear your voice when you scold me for not doing my homework. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Lol

StealthyNinja02: : ). 

StealthyNinja02: I want to wrap my arms around you every morning before class and every night before I drop you off back at your house. I want to taste your lips against mine every chance I get. I want to lay next to you in my bed talking about everything. You’re so smart. I love hearing you talk about things you like. 

You hesitate, hovering your fingers over the keyboard, deciding on if you should type the thoughts in your head. Maybe it will distract him enough to forget about wanting to meet with you. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Is that all you want to do with me in bed?

You watch as the little bubble appears and disappears. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you wait for him to reply. 

YOU AND STEVE

Steve stares at his computer, reading and rereading what you wrote. You both had talked about sexual things in the past but it had been things picked up in conversations. He had mentioned Lover’s Lake once and you talked about how lost your virginity there. You made a joke once about him needing to release some of his sexual tension and he jokily made you an offer that you laughed off. You didn’t come off like a prude and neither did he but he was a gentleman so he never wanted to push you into doing or saying things that make you uncomfortable. 

But YOU initiated this. Does he brush it off or does he play along? Are you bluffing to see what he’ll do or do you really want to play?

 StealthyNinja02: No.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What else would we do?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What would we do if I was there with you right now?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’m standing in front of you right now in my Hawkins t shirt and panties. What about you? 

StealthyNinja02: I’m in my boxers right now…

StealthyNinja02: Are you wearing anything under your shirt?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No.

Fucking hell. This girl was going to kill him. 

You uncrossed your legs as you leaned back in your desk chair. Sliding your hand under your shirt, your fingers gently grazed your stomach before landing on your breast. You moaned softly as you thumb touched your nipple. 

Steve’s own hand started palming the growing bulge in his boxers. 

StealthyNinja02: I wish I could see you. Youre making me so fucking hard. 

You licked your lips at thought of him touching himself to you. He pulled his cock out, spitting into his hand, as began stroking his length.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I want touch myself but I don’t know how big you are. Stealthy, how many fingers should I use?

A heavy groan of pleasure left Steve’s throat at your question. You reached between your legs, spreading them wider as you moved the fabric blocking your cunt so you could slide your fingers along your clit. 

StealthyNinja02: Use 2. Fuck I wish you were here. Id throw you on my bed and devour your pussy over and over until you were begging me to stop. Even then I don’t know if I would. 

You slid your middle and ring finger into your dripping entrance easily. His filthy words were driving you crazy. You had stopped responding so Steve knew you were pleasuring yourself. He pumped his hand faster at the mental image. He reached for his keyboard typing with one hand. 

StealthyNinja02: Im gonna cum. Are u?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yes

You both cum at the same time. He grunts as ropes of his seed hit his stomach and you clasp your other hand over your mouth to keep yourself from moaning too loud as your pussy clenches around your fingers. 

Everything is quiet for a few moments; no one saying anything. Your eyes glance up to the message box to see the dots next his name hovering. 

StealthyNinja02: Meet me at the Halloween dance Friday night. Everyone will be wearing costumes so you can keep your identity to yourself still if that’s what you want. 

StealthyNinja02: I just need to know that you’re real. I need to hear your voice and see you in front of me. 

StealthyNinja02: I’ll be waiting for you in the middle of the gym dance floor. 

StealthyNinja02: Please.

[pablitogavii]

Hii, so I have this idea where the reader and pablo are secretly dating and she is perdis sister so one day she invites her Friends to a pool hang out and the reader was whearing a red little bikini not knowing that Pedri was also inviting his friends over. So when pedris friends see you they start making comments about how good the reader looks in the bikini and other stuff like that , and then Pablo started to get jalouse listening to his friends talk about his girl right in front of him.you can write the rest and in don’t mind if you change anything

Thank you❤️❤️

Best Friend's Little Sister Pt. 3

Pablo's POV

Another week have passed and we still haven't told Pedri that we are together. Whenever I think it's the right moment, something just comes up like trainings, a bad game or event. And I think I'm using all of that as an excuse cause I'm terrified of his reaction.

pedri: pool party at my house tonight. you coming?

I re-read that message over and over again knowing that she will be there..in a swimsuit nevertheless. And I am just supposed not to look at my own girlfriend? Ugh this will be torture!

pablo: yea sure. see ya

A few minutes before leaving the house, I checked Instagram seeing that she posted a new story. I opened it immediately feeling my swim trunks tighten at the sight of her...damn that bikini looked so perfect on her body.

y.n.bebe

ready for the pool party!

Yeah, she was ready alright..but not for the pool party but for mission 'torture your boyfriend when you know he can't react' little minx!

I sighed knowing that I had to take care of my newly acquired problem before leaving so I texted that i will be a few minutes late. Damn in bombon!

Your POV

You've noticed people starting to show up, both your and Pedri's friends but there was no sign of Pablo. Was he going to bail last minute?

"Hey, is Pablo coming?" you ask Pedri who accepted that the tow of you because closer friends since you called the truce not knowing you did a lot more than that ;)

"Yeah, said he is going to be late a few minutes" Pedri answered joining Raphina in the pool and you smirked taking your phone and going into your room to text your man.

amorcito: I'm waiting for you papito..where you at ;)

pablitoo: it's your fault i'm late amor! that bikini!!

amorcito: just for you papi ;)) hurry up!

You smirked proud of yourself before joining the others at the party and soon afterwards Pablo joined as well wearing sunglasses which made him look ahh that much more hot! This won't be easy!

The boys were sitting on their own by the bar while the girls spent their time at the pool chatting about newest gossip that didn't intrigue you much. All you could think about is Pablo shirtless at that bar and then an idea popped into your mind.

This was your party and as every good host, you should ask them if they wanted any drinks. Like his personal little bartender ;)

"Can I get you anything to drink chicos?" you walked to them when Pedri left inside for a moment standing right besides Pablo and placing your hand on his shoulder. He tensed up and you smirked looking around and taking what everyone was saying.

Some wanted another beer, others cocktails but Pablo was staying quiet with his jaw clenched probably too focused on your hand on his body. You were playing with fire but it was so fun!

"And what would you like? Hm?" you turned towards him slowly stroking his shoulder and he gave you a warning look saying another beer would be fine as you gave him a teasing smile.

"Coming right up!" you walked away swaying your hips on purpose just to torture him and it was certainly working.

Pablo's POV

My dick was painfully hard and it didn't help that she was purposefully messing with me with that 'drink order' she pulled a few minutes ago.

"Mierda! She is hot as fuck!" Ansu was first to say it and suddenly all the guys started to talk about her body, her hair, her smile, the things they would do..it made me go crazy!

"I would let her bring me drinks every day.." Ferran added and Pablo wished he can tell him to shut the fuck up right now. He was taken for god's sake!

"Hmm I would let her do more than that.." Balde smirked and everyone but me laughed which made them a bit confused.

You're talking about my girl, cabróns! is what was running through my mind but I could exactly say that, could I?

"You're talking about Pedri's little sister..." was what I said instead and they rolled their eyes saying that rule he made was stupid and wouldn't last. Little did they know that I already broke it..

"Here are your drinks chicos!" she came back and they were all eyeing her up and down obviously imagining what was hiding underneath that little bikini but I cut their show short grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside quickly.

"Ow! That hurts!" she said and my hold relaxed while we went into her room locking the door behind us. I need to control my anger now but it was so damn hard!

"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" I yelled and she raised her eyebrows at my little outburst. Ugh! She was driving me mad!

"I wanted to talk to you!" she spat back angrily while I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. This hiding and sneaking around was driving em insane and I was so sick of it!

"Baby what's wrong with you??" she walked to me placing her hand on my cheek and other one on my abs..I sighed in annoyance.

"They were talking about you amor in front of me..about things they wanted to do to you..to my girl! All because you are wearing that and acting all.." but I stopped myself when I saw that she was starting to get mad as well.

Your POV

I couldn't believe he was acting mad when all I wanted was HIS damn attention! I don't care what other players say or think! I wanted to be with him today because he is the only one I want!

"Acting like what!? I wore this for you cabrón! I wanted only your attention when I asked for drinks! Gosh! I even stood and touched your shoulder!" I was frustrated and he was quiet clenching his jawline repeatedly. This boy was driving me mad!

"But I can't enjoy you properly! Not when we are here and your brother is right outside! I have to sit and listen to everything my friend's want to do to you! I can't even kiss you!" Pablo yelled and you felt your eyes watering knowing that this secret was destroying all beautiful you had.

"Pablo.." you said but he just sighed saying he should go home not really in the mood for the party anymore. You rushed to stand in front of the door to block his exit.

"Please, Pablito don't go..I'm yours.." you snaked your arms around his shoulders playing with small hairs while he closed his eyes enjoying the sensation for a few moment..this was all her wanted since he came to the party..just to be with you!

"But I can't claim you out there..I can't shut them up my grabbing your ass and kissing those sweet lips of yours..I can't do that!" Pablo was mad and you were turned on blushing at his words while looking at his lips.

"But you can do that here papi.." you whisper and he clenched his jaw kissing your lips passionately while spanking your ass squeezing it roughly making you moan into his mouth.

After fifteen minutes of making out on your bed, you were on top of him pulling back and sitting up on his lap while he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"Mm forget about their stupid comments, because you are the only one I would let do all those things to me..only you" you kissed his jaw to his lips before getting off and fixing your hair up.

Pablo's ego was certainly stroked and he got up as well going behind you and kissing your shoulder before fixing his own hair which you messed up badly during your make-out session.

"You ready to go back amor??" you asked and he pulled you closer again kissing your lips before nodding his head feeling much better.

"You go first..and um I'll wait for you in the pool to join me" you smirked and he did as well pecking your lips one more time before walking out and making sure nobody noticed he just walked out of your room.

Pablo's POV

I was in the good mood again knowing that all they can do is wish for what I have..she was mine!

"There you are hermano, everything good?" Pedri brought me back from my thoughts and I nodded knowing that I had to tell him soon, it was getting stupid to hide it any longer especially when I plan to have her be mine forever.

"Let's grab a beer" I suggested and he hugged my shoulder's walking towards the bar again. Pedri was a good friend, he will understand..right??

We both joined the rest of the guys who wouldn't dare talk those things in front of Pedri and I noticed her walking out as well winking at me while getting into the pool.

"It's hot. I'll go freshen up" I said after a few minutes leaving the boys who were busy talking about next games anyways getting into the pool meeting her gaze.

We were talking to each other and to anyone at distance we looked friendly, but the moment nobody else payed attention we went underneath water kissing passionately.

"We're crazy.." I said when we got up for air and she giggled with her red cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"Crazy in love.." she whispered to me before we both smiled at each other not caring how corny we became..from worst enemies..to biggest love story.

"I'm going to tell him.." I said and she looked at me with raised eyebrows not expecting those words to come out of my mouth so suddenly. But I was determined..I loved this girl..I will fight for her..and I will be honest with my best friend about it.

"Are you sure now is the right moment Pablito?" she asked me but I knew that never will be the right moment. We both left the pool and I sighed walking towards Pedri who was standing by the bar still with a beer in his hand. Here come nothing..

"Hermano..." I said and he turned and so did all the other guys who were standing there.

Oooo what will Pedri say??? Comment!

[fan-a-tink]

Young Royals S3 thoughts

EP5

Even just hearing this scene’s echo was horrific. It must have been so much worse to actually go through it. 

It must be so hard for Wille to reconcile how he knows Erik which what he now knows about him. And he is not here anymore to defend himself. Uuuurgghhhhh!

Please talk to Simon. Please talk to him. Shutting him out will not make anything better.

Sara and Felice doing desserts together, that’s the best idea anyone has ever had :) A chance for them to talk, yay!

This Micke is starting to be a dad too good to be true. This is sketchy behaviour. He is too happy, this is going to spiral out of his control. Oh Sara I am worried for you….

Ok, I am just going to say it (even 2021 me would judge me so hard for this) but August „redemption arc“ is working. Like I honestly believe that he is trying to be a little bit better as a person. I want him to be alright. And yes, I am shocked that I think this. 

Whose locker is number 60? Is that Sara’s? 

Wille once more calling his parents because he needs support. And his dad once more not stepping up. Nobody is perfect, not even Kronprins Erik….!

Edvin Ryding, the actor you are…

This episode it’s Wille’s turn to look as if his soul has left him. 

Oh shit this will be the music room fight. I am not ready. I am not ready. No no no no no noooooooo.

RIP Wille in the choir. Those scenes in episode two were worth it though :)) 

It is so typical for Simon to think that he has done something wrong. Simon, my love, you are not ‚difficult‘ for asking questions!! You are wonderful. 

Wille, those are your thoughts, not Simons. They are your fears, your doubts, your anxieties. And they are completely valid. But please don’t put words in Simon’s mouth and push him away like that. „Maybe he gave in to peer pressure. What do you know?“ Like, Simon is trying to help you here, he’s trying to talk it through with you and help you out. Nooo, don’t walk out on him?!!!

Simon being left behind in the music room is just as devastating as Wille being in there after their fight last season. I am done with this music room. 

The 36 on Simon’s locker is now always going to remind me of that fan exam :)) I was sooo unsure about that question haha

So she takes the letter, but is she reading it? Should we assume she read it? Or is she just not going to read it? I am confused…

Oh no. Micke has forgotten. The hope and desperation in her voice that she’s trying to conceal while leaving these voice messages for her dad is killing me. Also, ruuuuuun! You can still make it :) 

Why is Wille only ever with Felice when he’s had a fight or something with Simon? Like, when they’re good, he never hangs out with her. 

I also do believe he would have accepted and embraced Wille’s queerness. But I guess it’s the fact that we’ll never know that is so hard to deal with.

Purple nail polish ✨ slay :)

Sara made it :) But also, it’s stressing me out that she just puts her id back into her bag and doesn’t close it properly. It could fall out!

That is so heartbreaking seeing that Micke is falling back into the habit of drinking with his friends. And the worst possible moment for Sara to find out, mid-driving test, in the middle of the road. 

Linda giving Simon the long overdue hug and telling him he’s not doing anything wrong. YES!

„Love shouldn’t be this difficult“ - Linda, I trusted you!!! Don’t give Simon ideas.. 

Sara turning up at the house, breaking down. Simon hugging her. Forgiving her. I am in actual tears now. Can’t handle it. I’m sooo glad he is forgiving her. This was soooo necessary. Finally some healing…. 

That’s a decent apology text, Wille, I’m proud of you :)

The nail polish looks sooo good!!

And its off 😂 That was shorter than Wille’s career in the choir..

The Happy Birthday Song Scene will forever be my favourite Wilson scene. I am crying my eyes out because I know it’s all going to go wrong soon, and this might be one of the last moments of happiness. And it is SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 

Also I am sooo glad the ‚Is everything ok between us?‘ line happened here and now was immediately answered with a ‚yes‘ - that takes away one of my biggest fears from the trailer… 

Also, he made him a sandwich? Asjdnä oajbef lskdfb .sjdnfsldnf lsdn 💜

I like Farima. Also her green suit is gorgeous :) 

They are holding hands in the car !!!!

„Maybe it was stupid to tell you that thing about Erik. I get that it must’ve been tough to hear.“ Yeah, no shit, August.

Simon is just chilling, living his best life eating cake :) 

„Cause there’s a risk of poisoning.“ Oooff. Simon’s expression is golden :))

I think Simon will never get used to having staff to take care of everything. And to Wille being absolutely ok with that and not even noticing it. 

Spotted Lisa Ambjörn, hihiiiii :))

Please make Simon feel welcome. Please. 

Why are they all pretending like everyone’s happy and fine? 

August is just so happy to be near Sara, it is actually adorable. 

Felice and Sara working side by side. I have so much hope that they can find their friendship again. Like, they are both loving being in each other’s company..! And Felice wanting to be a chef? I am here for it!!!! That whole little scene was beautiful :))

That is the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Poor Simon. Poor Wille. And they really don’t make it easy for anyone just bringing everything back to Erik. Like, that just adds so much pressure on Wille, and also this is such a vulnerable topic for him right now… 

Class Bad Boy. Lol

I love that he hates the title. Like, season 1 August would have loved it! That is GROWTH, ladies and gentlemen!

„It’s not very long. I’ll read it to you“ - dude, she can read, she just didn’t want to! 

His voice breaking up a little while he reads the letter. Malte is really on the next level this season…

The way he leans his head into that hug…! I have so much hope for them…. Please, please, please!

Yes, I can see that from Frederike’s point of view this looks bad. But you don’t know anything about the situation. And you’re just going to cause problems. But of corse she runs straight to Felice. Uuughhh, and things were just starting to look like they could be friends again someday. 

Wille playing a bit of the school song. Is that the only thing he remembers how to play, because he taught it to Simon? 

Wille, you’re being unfair. Yes, it’s hard for you. But Simon is also allowed to find it hard. And he is only trying to support you.

I’m sorry, but Wille’s parents could not be more useless right now. I am so glad Wille is finally speaking his mind. Maybe the delivery is not the most productive, constructive, diplomatic, but a child should not have to beg for his parents to be there for him. And they should not just leave the room when he does. Like, I understand that you are ill and struggling and that it must be absolutely terrible to deal with your eldest son dying tragically in a car crash, but Wille is right, you still have a son, and he needs you!!! 

The way Simon looks horrified and genuinely scared when Wille smashes the gifts. Like, he looks kind of scared of Wille. I bet he witnessed these kind of violent outbursts from his dad when he was younger. Oh Simon….

There it is: „Love shouldn’t be this hard.“ And it hurts just as much as I thought it would. 

Wille’s cheek is so wet, he must have been crying a lot already. 

Simon’s voice cracking when he says „Maybe it just can’t work.“ - he is breaking his own heart admitting this. 

The lyrics just before the cut „I got addicted to a losing game“ - KILL ME NOW!

I am in tears. Like, I knew they were going to come to a point like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok!!!

[thebetawolfgirl]

An Award Show Romance

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, some good hearted Kylie Squishing!

An Award Show Romance

Y/n smiled as her man stood on the stage praising director Martin Scorsese as he presented him the Innovator Award, he was all in black with his hair in neat waves but still a bit messy. She wasn’t able to sit with him because he was sitting with Kylie Jenner who was also receiving an award for something fashion related.

Timmy had been extremely annoyed and agitated he had to hang around Kylie again after weeks of being away from her.

‘This isn’t fair!’ He whined while fixing his sleeve in their shared hotel room, she walked up behind him and fixed his collar, straightening it a bit. ‘We will find some time together afterwards my love. I promise.’

‘What if I choke during my speech?’

She looked at him raising her brow at him and he rolled his eyes sighing ‘Fine, but I just don’t understand why I can’t innocently be sitting next to you’

Y/n smiled and placed her hands flat on his chest ‘If you do find yourself stalling, just look for me in the audience, take a deep breath and you will feel how proud I am of you.’

Timmy smiled and sighed nodding before resting his head on her shoulder. ‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

He moved slightly and caught her lips in an open kiss which she giggled into before pulling away smiling ‘Come on, we will be late.’

They walked down to the lobby and left in separate cars.

They arrived separately to the event and y/n took her seat at the designated table near the middle of the room. A waiter came up to her and set a drink in front of her saying it was from the front table, she flicked her eyes over to the table and noticed Timmy hadn’t been seated yet, so it must’ve been Kylie that sent it over and rolled her eyes and handed the drink back to the waiter

‘Please tell the sender no thank you.’

She decided not to tell her boyfriend until later, he was nervous enough without him worrying about her being bothered by that family.

Kylie had been messaging her recently, asking her if she would want to go for drinks or even lunch. Y/n, utterly confused showed Timmy her phone to which he rolled his eyes ‘She was asking me about you at Haider’s dinner.’

She blinked at him perplexed, when it hit her, and she took a deep breathe ‘Because of who I am.’

Timmy nodded sighing and looking at the floor.

Y/n was the daughter of America’s most beautiful woman in the modelling industry in the 90’s so she was used to people coming to her, wanting to get close to her, just to be associated with the family name.

Timmy was different though, when they met at a charity fundraiser all the photographers and reporters were interested in was her family, what her mother was doing now. She could never do anything on her own without the family name being mentioned. Timmy just saw y/n, the woman who was trying to make the world a better place. He was interested in what she had to say, her opinions and her passions in life.

Once they started chatting they never stopped. They sat together all night until closing, before moving onto a small diner in the East Village until nearly morning.

Y/n smiled at the memory before Timmy brought her back to earth with his lips on her neck. ‘You’re back at the Charity Fundraiser, aren’t you?’

‘You know me too well!’

When the texts wouldn’t stop and Kylie tried to involve her older sister Kendall in her obsession she blocked Kylie’s number altogether and told Kendall to have a word with her.

Because it wasn’t just about her family, when Kylie saw that they were dating during the contract meeting, Timmy said he had never seen a person go that pale in his life. Since then it was like she was trying to make peace with y/n for practically stealing her boyfriend for the sake of staying relevant.

When y/n found out about the contract she was heartbroken, she knew Kendall Jenner and the woman never said a word about Kylie’s plan. She cut ties with Kendall, and that’s when the texts from Kylie began.

But y/n had zero interest in talking to this woman, not even about the weather.

She looked up and around looking for Timmy and was surprised to see Kylie approach her hesitantly. The young woman looked terrified.

She was fiddling with her napkin, as she lowered herself onto the chair beside y/n.

‘Congratulations on your award’ y/n began not looking at her.

Kylie nodded in quiet thanks.

‘Y/n, I had no idea-‘

‘Don’t.’ Y/n waved her away. ‘Just return to your table Kylie, have a nice evening.’ She saw Timmy approaching her table his eyes on both women.

Kylie deflated and turned to leave before turning back ‘Kendall really misses you.’ Y/n closed her eyes taking deep breaths as Timmy knelt in front of her taking her hands in his. ‘My love, what did she say to you? Are you ok?’ Y/n nodded breathing deeply to stop the tears from falling.

‘This woman stabbed me in the back in the worst way and she thinks a drink and a teary eyed apology will fix everything!’

Timmy pushed her hair back from her face trying to smooth her and brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently.

‘I know my Queen, but just remember, this is the first event we’ve been seen together in weeks, people already think it’s over. And it WILL be over soon and you and I can live in peace!’

She nodded relaxing from his words and stood up ‘I’m just going to the ladies room and freshen up.’ He nodded standing with her and kissed her knuckles again before letting her go and walked to his own table and sitting down next to Kylie who had been watching them.

‘Timothée I’m-‘

‘After we’re done, I do not want you anywhere near my girlfriend again. This little obsession you have ENDS now.’ He whispered this in a deadly calm voice making sure she got the message but also making sure no one overheard them. She paled slightly and nodded quickly and looked to the front.

After five minutes he got up again saying he was going to check on his girlfriend and headed to the ladies room.

Y/n dabbed her neck and face gently with the facecloth careful not to ruin her makeup and began reapplying her mascara when she heard the door open and looked into the mirror seeing Timmy looking her and she smiled ‘I’m okay baby, and you shouldn’t-‘ she was cut off when he came up behind her running his fingers down her exposed back and she went still watching him through the mirror and tilted her head slightly to one side as he wrapped his arms around her running his nose along her shoulder and up her neck and back down before trailing his tongue back up making her gasp gently letting her head fall forward.

‘Timmy’ she breathed moving her hips back against him feeling his breath hitch warm on her skin. He spun her to face him and lifted her onto the sinks before grabbing the back of her neck crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

She unbuttoned his two top buttons and ran her hands over his skin making him shiver against her as he pushed her dress up her past her thighs while she made quick work of his black pants pushing them down his thighs before he slammed into her hard making her squeal and bite his bottom lip. He continued slamming into her hard and with force, she leaned back throwing her head back before moving forward again wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing his skin leaving small marks.

‘Y/n!’ He whined and let his head fall forward against his neck as she continued to leave wet kisses on his skin as he slammed into her ‘Mine’ she whispers against his throat and wrapped her arms around his shaking body.

He honestly couldn’t care less if they got caught at this point or who by. Right now all he felt was her, all he heard was her claiming him with her whispered words and the marks now on his skin. No one would see them once he buttoned his shirt again but to know they were there, to know he belonged to her and only her. That’s all he felt at this moment as they came together in a sticky panting heap of a mess.

He held her against him around her waist resting his head on her chest trying to catch their breath, as she pet his hair. ‘We should get going baby’

‘Must we? So comfortable’ he mumbled back against her skin and she chuckled ‘No one is comfortable in this position, now get up your Majesty’ He raised his head slowly a smirk growing on his face and looked at her ‘THAT is new.’

‘And it shall continue, when you get up’ he rose slowly and helped her down watching her intently before looking at the marks on his skin all over his neck. ‘Now I am yours for real.’

She smirked and noticed the necklace and yanked it off making his eyes widen. ‘A King does not wear peasant jewellery made by witches.’ He grabbed her jaw and kissed her hard open mouth shoving his tongue against hers before moving his tongue down jawline and back up her neck before going to her lips where she bit him hard and pulled.

‘Button up your shirt my King.’ She smirked and lay the broken necklace in his hand ‘and tell your plaything your pretty necklace broke by accident’ she made a pouty face then pecked his lips before leaving the bathroom.

He smirked and fixed himself before leaving behind her not caring who saw him anymore coming out of the woman’s restroom and made his way back to his seat.

Y/n went back to her table before Timmy did and saw Kylie watching her and waved her fingers at her smirking as Timmy came out behind her and pecked her cheek before returning to sit with Kylie tossing the necklace to her ‘This broke while I was using the rest room, I said it wasn’t real Chanel.’

Kylie looked at the chain and saw it had been snapped at the clasp

‘But my mother said- ‘your mother is as cheap as you I’ve had my diamond chain for nearly 8 years and it’s never broken. I don’t know where you got that from but it wasn’t Chanel.’

He looked back at y/n and winked as Kylie tried to figure out why the chain snapped.

She smiled and sipped her wine, her favourite wine that Timmy had sent over and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

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I walked up the stairs, making my way to the small coffee shop located on the third floor of the Music Bank building. At first I had been angry at Chaeryeong for setting up this “meeting” with Gunwook, but as the shop comes into view, and the smell of coffee and sweets seeps it’s way through my nose; I start to feel at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, and from what I had seen that cursed day on Weekly Idol, Gunwook was a sweet guy.

My thoughts were interrupted as my name was called. “Y/n over here!”, I glanced in his direction, seeing him already sitting at a small table near the corner of the room. He was smiling, and I found his oddly cute. He kept signaling me to come sit down, and so I obeyed. If I had to meet with the guy whose fans bullied me, I would at least try and have a good time. Plus, we had to go onstage later in the day for awards, so I could take this as a chance to squash any awkwardness between us.

The next twenty minutes consisted of us talking about our rise to debut, and sharing our concerns for the future. I found the boy to be easy going, and extremely nice. Despite his bigger build, he was cute, and it made more sense when I found out we were the same age. While we talked and drank our coffee’s, I envied that he could have so much fun, while I had so much pressure from my company to deliver. He seemed at peace with his fame, and while he spoke about his tight schedule, his appearance remained relaxed.

“You know Gunwook” I took the last sip of my coffee before continuing, his full attention on me. “I wish I could be more like you. Free of responsibility, fun and just overall alive. It’s hard for me, with us being only four members. It means any mistake is highlighted. And of course you know how that goes for me”.

He stayed silent for a couple seconds, lost in thought before he gave me a serious look. “I’m honored you think I’m all those things. Not to burst your bubble but, I worry so much I think my head is going to explode. I worry that I get overshadowed by my members, or that I’m not talented enough to keep up with them. I worry that I’m not enough physically and that it will affect the opportunities I get. And I especially worried when you went through a rough time because of me. But I will say, I’ve had much more fun here with you then in the last couple months”.

Could he see my blush? God I hoped not. I looked away, suddenly interested in whatever was outside the window. He chuckled, leaning forward into the table. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I just meant I liked hanging out with you, and maybe we could do this again.” I dares to look back at him, feeling my heart beat faster and faster. He was charismatic, too charismatic. “I would love to. I’ll let you know when I’m free”. I returned his smile, still hoping my cheeks weren’t too red. As if on cue, my phone dinged showing a message from the members. “I guess it’s time to go back” he said, also looking down at his own device. “Yeah..” To be honest, I didn’t want to go just yet- but I would never admit that. Still, it was time to return to the real world, where I don’t get my way.

“So, where were you?” Yuqi asked, raising her eyebrows. “I went to the downstairs store to get a drink” I lied, trying hard to keep my composure. “Hmm okay. Our stylist is waiting in your dressing room, so be quick.” I let out a sigh of relief as she walked away, feeling proud of my lying skills.

As I walked into the room, I wondered if I would see Gunwook on stage. Would he acknowledge me? I hoped he would, but then again I knew he wouldn’t dare to after his scandal. What was I even saying? I needed to focus on my job, not some boy I just met. I didn’t even know him, I had to be realistic. I just need to get him out of my mind, and get through the night.

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[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.29

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1512

Warnings: nothing that hasn't been brought up before

She had been gone too long. Sy had gotten her text saying she had arrived at the apartment, but not one saying she was on her way back and that was over an hour ago. He gave her the benefit of a doubt. Maybe she was just spending some time with Mike and Albert before heading back, but when she didn’t answer when he called her, he started to worry.

“Leave a message.”

“Steph, where are you? Gettin’ real worried sweetheart and so are the others. Call me back as soon as you get this.” He hung up, running a hand over his head, a sinking feeling forming in his chest.

“Still nothing?” Geralt asked and he shook his head. “We tried calling her, too. No answer.”

“I tried callin’ Mike, and Al, but they didn’t pick up either.” Sy said.

“We’re going over.” August said and went to the door, but stopped as he looked at the keys hanging up. “She took my keys.”

“We’ll go in my truck and Geralt can follow on his bike, it’s fine, let’s go.” Sy said and they left the cabin, heading out into the night. Augusts’ truck wasn’t parked outside when they got to the apartment, but Sy had gotten the text that she had arrived safely. If she had just gotten distracted with Mike and Al, it would still be there. The fact that it wasn’t only made them worry more. Geralt stopped just inside the doorway to the building, inhaling deep through his nose.

“Blood.” He said. The front door was unlocked and they pushed into the apartment.

“Steph!” Sy called out immediately, but it was quiet and dark, the blood smell stronger.

“Markus!” Walter called from the second bedroom and they rushed into it.

“Jesus fuckin’--!” Sy went to them as Walter started to untie them, pulling the tape from their mouths. Albert immediately fell forward and he caught him, easing him down on the floor. The pulse under his jaw was thready and fast.

“He took her.” Mike said weakly as Sy also got him laying down, “She went with him to protect us, but he took her.” He didn’t have to say who he was talking about, they knew. Sy could hear August on the phone with emergency services, letting them know that two wolves needed immediate medical attention. “I tried to…but I couldn’t…”

“It’s okay, Mikey.” Sy said gently, brushing the hair away from his baby brother’s forehead. “You did what you could, I’m proud of you.”

“I couldn’t stop him, Sy.” Mike said, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“We’ll find her, Mikey, we’ll find her and bring her home.”

“Hey.” Geralt said, coming into the bedroom. “Council car down the block in view of the building.”

“Okay?” Walter asked, as he tended to Albert, looking over his injuries, “She said she had shadows, what did they have to say for themselves?”

“Nothing.” Geralt said, “They’re dead. One stabbed in the neck, the other had his throat cut.”

“He blitzed’em.” Sy said and Geralt nodded. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

“You can ask him when we find him.” August said, “But he might have a hard time answering after I rip his lungs out. Ambulance is on its way.” He suddenly froze, an epiphany coming over his face. "She took my car."

"Yeah, we know, Walker." Sy said, "There are more important things goin' on right now than a possible hike to your premium."

"You don't get it. She took my car. That SUV was given to me by the Council after I took the Cleaner position and I guaran-fucking-tee you it has a GPS tracker in it." He said.

"August…" Sy started but he was already pulling his phone back out, sirens in the distance.

"Leon, it's August. Yes, I know it's late shut the fuck up and listen. We have a situation. I need you to pull the tracking data on my truck. Don't give me that bullshit, Napoleon, about how there isn't any. Pull the fucking data.” August said.

"Paramedics!" They heard at the front door.

"In here!" Walter called out.

"EMTs are here, I have to go. Get me that trucks location and get it to me yesterday."

Burning pain radiated up her arms from the silver chain around her wrists and she could almost smell charred flesh.

"You didn't have to do this, Jordan." She said as he paced, her eyes following him, "I said I would stay."

"But I did, Steph, I did have to do this." He said, "You said you would stay before, but you ran. Now I know you can't run." She tested the chain, but the pain spiked as the metal dug into her skin, making her stop.

"Jordan, take this chain off of me." Her words were steady, but he ignored her so she pushed out with her wolf. "Take this chain off of me." He stopped, freezing as he felt her and he looked at her slowly. Jordan crossed the room in quick strides, her head snapping to the side as the back of his hand connected with her cheek.

"You don't tell me what to do, Stephanie." He said and walked away, resuming his pacing.

"You want to know how fucked you are?" She asked, looking at him again, tasting blood as she wet her lips.

"How's that?" He asked with a snort.

"Those "assholes" as you called them. Do you know how completely and totally fucked you are?"

"Lay it out for me, Steph. I gotta hear this." He hopped up, sitting on a low dresser.

"For starters, the older brother of the Beta and Omega you tortured. His name is Markus Syverson, we call him Sy. He's a former Army Special Forces. A Green Beret. Multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, a decorated officer." She said, "Walter Marshall, former police Lieutenant, SWAT trained, worked Homicide. Geralt Rivian, Council Tracker. He hunts down and kills Ferals, and he is very good at his job. Last but certainly not least, August Walker. Former CIA Special Agent. You want to know what he did for the Agency? He killed people. He hunted down rogue agents, people who are trained to blend in and disappear, and he killed them. After he left the Agency, he became a Cleaner for the Pack Council, doing…basically the same job. August is a very talented man, and one of things he is very good at is ending people's lives." She stopped, gauging his reaction, "And you managed to piss off all of them. They were going to kill you before, Jordan, but after what you did to me, to Mike, to Albert, now they're going to make you bleed."

"It doesn't matter, Stephanie." He said, "It doesn't matter what you say, trying to scare me. They won't find you here."

"It's not a matter of "if", it's a matter of "when"." She said, "Because they will find me, and when they do, they're going to take their time with you. It will take days for you to die, and believe me when I tell you, you'll feel every minute of it."

“But they’re not here now.” He said with another small laugh, “It’s just you and me, babe, and I’m never letting you go. I told you. You belong to me. Not them.”

“You’re right. It is just you and me.” She said with a nod, “When you’re right, you’re right, and you are right. Just you and me. All alone. No one else.”

“I missed you, Steph.” He said, hopping down from the dresser. “You drive me crazy, you know. While you were out there, being those Alphas whore.” His face twisted as he spat the word and he approached her slowly. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around her throat, forcing her to look up at him. “I’m gonna have to punish you, Steph, for betraying me like that. I’m not going to enjoy it, but it’s what you deserve. See what you make me do?”

“You fucked up, Jordan.” She wasn’t scared, staring up at him with stone steady eyes and his hand dropped. “You should have kept this between us, but you didn’t. You cut open Sy’s face with a silver blade. You hurt my Beta and my Omega. You beat them. Cut on them.” She felt as he tried to pull at her wolf, but it snarled in her mind, hackles raised, lips pulled back from razor sharp teeth. A flicker of confusion crossed over his face. “You hurt my pack, Jordan, you hurt my Mates.” Memories of Sy showing her the cut on his face, the feel of the scar under his beard. Mike and Albert tied to those chairs, the smell of their blood and the look in Mike’s eyes, pleading for her to run. A shiver ran down her arms and she pulled, the chain snapping. She stood from the chair making him back up a step. “You’ve been a very bad dog, Jordan, and bad dogs get disciplined.”

[blairrwaldorfs]

Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: As I edit these chapters, I realized how cringe my writing was before. I try not to change too much while I edit these and re-publish them, just the grammar errors. I like to look back on my past writing and progress :)

Disclaimer: 18+, smut

Wordcount: 3.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

You fluttered your eyes open and were greeted by the small light that was coming through the gap of your curtains. You blinked the tiredness from your eyes and felt the bed empty. It made you feel cold. Looking over your shoulder before turning your body around, the space next to you was empty. Joe was gone. Before you let your overthinking thoughts take over you, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and checked your messages. It was just one from Sara saying that she had stayed the night over at Wes’ place. Texting her back that you were okay and was home safe, you heard some light clattering from the kitchen. Then, you smelled something delicious that was coming from the kitchen.

Sliding yourself off the bed, you made your way out of your room and saw Joe in the kitchen. His back was turned to you, and he was cooking something on the stove. A cup of coffee next to him. He was still in his costume from last night but his long brown jacket was hanging on your sofa along with his ascot. He was just wearing the button up and black pants. His hair was all disheveled from sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile and admire him. 

He didn’t leave.

“Good morning.” You said.

Joe looked over his shoulder and a smile slowly curved on his face. His whole expression glowed, and you couldn’t help but think how cute he was in the morning.

“Good morning.” His English accent slipped along with his low and raspy voice. 

You walked over to where he was and took a peek at what he was cooking. 

Pancakes. 

“I found a box of pancake mix in the cupboard and thought it was easy and sounded delicious.” Joe shrugged, making you laugh softly. 

“It looks delicious.” You muttered. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You poured yourself a glass of water and leaned into the kitchen island as you watched him cook. 

“Better.” You replied. “Thank you for last night.”

Joe gave you a smile and set a plate of pancakes with sliced strawberries and whipped cream next to you. 

“That’s for you.” He grinned.

You took the fork and the knife, sliced yourself a piece and ate it. You smiled, nodding your head in agreement as you licked the whipped cream off your lips. Joe chuckled and grabbed a napkin for you from across the counter. 

“Here.” He said.

You gazed up at him as he set his index finger under your chin, gently wiping the whipped cream off the corner of your mouth. Your eyes lingered on his facial features. Soft beard, soft skin with beautiful freckles, chocolate button eyes that were focused on your lips, curls falling on his forehead and long lashes fluttering. He was so close to you and suddenly, you have forgotten how to breathe. Then, Joe’s eyes found yours, and you both stared at each other for a moment. The air between you suddenly became thick.

He was too close. 

“Thank you.” You murmured, almost a whisper.

Joe’s lips slowly curved into a smile. He was still too close. He didn’t move. 

“For what?” He asked.

“For everything. For… For not leaving.” 

“Like I said, I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” Joe smiled, finally taking a step back.

You silently exhaled a breath as you finally remembered to breathe but for some reason, you suddenly missed how close he was to you. You took another bite of your pancake as Joe joined you with his own plate, and you could see the small approving look on his face like he was proud of what he made. You couldn’t help but chuckle, but the sight of him in the morning light right now was making you feel all kinds of things inside. 

So, you decided to tease. 

You took a small amount of whipped cream with your index finger and sucked it in front of him, making Joe freeze in his place and stopped chewing halfway through as he watched you. 

You kept going. 

You knew what you were doing, and Joe knew exactly what you were doing too. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what you wanted, and he wanted the same thing too.

“You want more whipped cream?” He asked, holding the bottle in his hand, wiggling it in front of you. “It seems like you’re enjoying that so much.”

He took his index finger and put some whip cream on it before wiping it on top of your nose, making you gasp in surprise. 

“You did not.” You said as he laughed. 

“I think I did.” Joe teased. 

It was his way to flirt with you also. You took some whipped cream and tried to get him back, but Joe had quick reflexes as he grabbed you by the wrists, and he stepped back.

“Oh, no!” He laughed. 

You struggled in his grip as you tried to reach his nose, but Joe kept stepping back and wouldn’t let go of your wrists. This is what you get for being short. 

“That’s not fair! You’re stronger and taller!” You pouted, licking the whipped cream off your finger and gave up. 

Joe laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m sorry, love.”

That little nickname just made your heart skip a beat. You watched as Joe took a step forward towards you, a grin plastered on his face. Your eyes gazed into his as you looked up to him. His hand slowly slid on your waist, and you suddenly forgot how to breathe again. His other hand had slid on the side of your face, cupping your cheek and his thumb brushing your soft skin softly. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered. 

You felt your blood rushed to your cheeks as Joe leaned closer to you. For a moment, you had stopped breathing again until you felt Joe’s soft lips on yours. Suddenly, you were melting, and you were flying. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back as he slid both of his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your hands ran up to his chest, and onto the back of his head, your fingers running through his soft curly hair. 

You were flying. 

You were melting.

This was everything. 

You lifted yourself onto the kitchen counter with Joe helping you. He stood between your legs, both of your lips never leaving each other. Electricity was radiating off the both of you, and everything was hot. Your hands slid down his shirt and slipped them underneath it, letting a soft moan escape Joe’s lips. He pulled away breathlessly from you, leaning his forehead against yours. Your fingers tugging on his shirt lightly. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, catching his breath. 

You leaned back, looking into his eyes as you nodded your head.

A slow smile curved on his face as he kissed you again, taking you in his arms and your legs wrapping around his waist. He walked over to your bedroom, kicking the door close behind him and gently laid you on your bed. Joe towered over you and gazed down at you, studying every feature that he could see. He was so drunk of you. He loved every inch of you as his lips found yours again. This time, the kiss was full of heat, while you slipped his shirt away from him, throwing it on the floor. Your hands roamed Joe’s skin, while his hands had started to work too. He pulled your shirt over your head, his lips running down your neck as you let out a small gasp when his lips nibbled on the skin.

His hands ran down your body, squeezing one of your breasts, while he put his mouth to work on your other one. Sucking, licking and biting softly. The little moans escaped from you was music to Joe’s ears as you lightly tugged on his hair. Joe pulled away for a moment and studied you, a small smile on his face. You felt yourself blush and felt a bit insecure. You never had someone look at you the way Joe did. Not even Carter. 

You were melting. 

Slowly, Joe pulled down your shorts along with your underwear. He could already see how wet you were for him already. 

“Hm,” He hummed approvingly, leaning down to kiss you, his fingers sliding down your clit, playing with it. 

“Joe—” You gasped and moaned the moment you felt his fingers inside of you. 

He gently stroked you and pumped his fingers inside of you, making you squirm in his arms. Your fingers had found his shoulders, squeezing them hard as you tried to catch your breath. Joe slid his fingers out of you, pushing both of your inner thighs apart. Your fingers had found his pants, as he helped you slide them off. 

“Joe, I need you—” You said, breathless. 

Joe’s lips ran down your bare stomach, making you arched your back. Your fingers leaving a print on his shoulders. You could feel him hard between your legs, and you knew he wanted you so bad too. You let your lips brush down his neck, your fingers sliding down his bare back as Joe let out a moan. 

“Please.” You whispered. 

“I got you, love.” Joe murmured in your ear. 

You moaned Joe’s name as soon as he entered you. It was a tight squeeze, and Joe could feel your tightness around him too. He slowly started moving with you, your legs wrapping around his waist and your fingers digging into his back. Your mind was spinning as Joe continued his thrusts, faster this time. Immediately, you flipped both of you over, so you were on top and thrusted with him. Joe sat up and continued with you, both of you breathless and both bodies radiating with heat and electricity. You could barely open your eyes as both of you let out a moan, feeling the orgasm so close. You buried your face on Joe’s shoulder, closing your eyes as he hit you on the right spot. You both panted together, your body trembling as you gently bit on Joe’s shoulder, holding in your scream.

“Joe I—” You panted, your fingers digging deeper on his back.

“Come for me, darling.” He whispered, panting.

You were gone. Both of your bodies trembled as orgasm took over the both of you. You stayed like that for a moment, collapsing on Joe’s body as he gently rubbed your bare back softly and gave you a soft kiss on your shoulder. Joe’s mind was spinning too as he gently pulled himself out of you, laying you down on the bed next to him, and pulling the covers over you. You moved close to him as he held you in his arms, both of you still trying to catch your breaths. 

“Hm…” You hummed as Joe smiled down at you.

You could barely open your eyes now. You wrapped an arm around Joe’s torso as he drew circles on your arm. He didn’t say anything as he let you rest. Joe watched you sleep in his arms, and he just stared at you for a while, studying and admiring every feature. He couldn’t explain the feelings that he was feeling for you. Sure, he was in love with Rue before, but his feelings for you were different. You were different in the most amazing way. All he knew was that he wanted to be the one who could make you smile, the man who would listen to you when you were upset, and the man that could be your home.

You didn’t know how long you were asleep but when you fluttered your eyes open, you saw Joe staring out your glass windows, watching the busy city in front of him. You gazed up to him and admired him for a moment. His arm was around you, and his fingers were drawing circles on your side. He looked occupied with his mind. Then, he turned to glance at you, his eyes sparkled the moment he saw you awake.

“Hey.” He murmured.

“Hi.” You smiled. “So…”

Joe chuckled softly, his brow raised at you. “So?”

“Is this like… What… What are we?” You stuttered to find the right words.

Were you so lame that you literally was asking Joe what were the both of you now? Was this going to be just a one time thing? You like Joe. You just didn’t know if he really felt the same way with you. You felt yourself blushed as you realized you sounded stupid for asking that question.

“Hey,” Joe smiled, lifting your chin with his index finger and looking into your eyes. “I like you a lot.”

“Me too.” You admitted.

“I think I could make you happy.” Joe added.

For a moment, you thought about what Joe said, and he does make you happy. But could you make him happy? Could you give him the same?

“I come with a lot of baggage, Joe.” You said.

“So do I.” Joe’s eyes never left yours. “I want to take away all your fears and disappointments.”

And that was exactly what you wanted to do too. You saw how much Joe got hurt by Rue, and you want to show him how love is. You want to show him that he also deserved happiness and love because he was Joe. Your Joe. He deserved all of that too. You smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him, making Joe smile through the kiss. You moved yourself on top of him, Joe sliding his big hands on your hips as you straddled his hips. 

“But… I want to take you out on a date. A real date.” Joe said through the kiss.

You grinned through the kiss, your lips never leaving his as his hand slid through your hair, brushing it away from your face and pulling you closer to him.

“I’d love that.” You replied through the kiss.

“How’s tonight sound?”

You kissed him deeply, running your fingers through his curls as you hummed approvingly and finally pulled away with a big smile on your face.

“Perfect.” You replied. 

Joe flipped both of you over, so he was towering over you and said, “I’ll pick you up at 7 then, miss.”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled, kissing him again.

Joe’s lips kissed you deeply before it moved down, tracing your jaw and down your neck. You gasped softly as he smiled through your skin. It was something that you love. It felt like it was just you and him in this world. Nothing else mattered for a moment. You just wanted to stay in his arms forever. 

However, later that afternoon, Joe had told you that he needed to go home, so he could change for tonight, and you wanted him to stay a little longer, but he also got a point. When the both of you exited your room, Sara was in the kitchen baking some bread and when she heard the door open, she turned to see the both of you. You could see the teasing smile that immediately formed on her face. 

“Oh, hi Joe.” She said, her hand found her hip as you rolled your eyes.

“Hi Sara.” Joe said shyly as he grabbed his jacket that was hanging on the back of the sofa. 

You gave Sara a look, letting her know to shut up as she shrugged and went back to what she was doing. You walked Joe to the door, and he turned to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’ll see you later.” He said, giving you a chaste kiss.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” You smiled. 

You opened the door for him as he gave you a small wave before continuing down the hall. You bit your lower lip, closing the door. You were bursting with happiness. You turned and jumped as soon as you saw Sara standing behind you, munching on the sourdough bread that she made.

“Jesus!” You whispered, setting a hand over your chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

You walked around her, making your way to the kitchen as Sara followed you behind.

“Well?” Sara asked.

“Well, what?” You laughed, ripping a piece of bread and munched on it.

You were so hungry. 

“I’m guessing the two of you are…” Sara grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“We have a date tonight.” You answered.

Sara’s eyes widened as she shoved the rest of the bread in her mouth and embraced you happily. A small squeal coming out of her as you laughed. 

“Okay, okay.” You said, rubbing her back as Sara pulled away from you.

“You two are fate. This is fate!” She exclaimed. 

“There’s no such thing.” You shook your head, eating the rest of the bread. 

Sara rolled her eyes, knowing full well that you were lying. “You know it’s true. Stop being in denial.”

“If you say so.” You said, grabbing another piece of bread before walking towards your room. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon, freshening up and getting ready for tonight. It had been a while since you had gone out on a real date, and you didn’t exactly know what to really wear or do. You sat in front of your vanity and did your makeup, telling yourself that it was going to be fine. You didn’t eat anything bad either, so you were sure you weren’t going to throw up tonight. The thought of that still sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey,” Sara knocked on your door and entered, “Joe’s here.”

Sara smiled as she saw you wore your little black dress that you had bought a long time ago. It even still had tags on them when you took it out of your closet. You never wore it because you didn’t have any reason to until now. You thought a little black dress was a safer option since you didn’t really know where Joe was taking you. Your hair was wavy and pinned up in a half up half down. 

“You look so beautiful.” Sara said. 

You looked down at your dress and asked, “Is it too much?”

“No, it looks so great!” Sara smiled, holding out her hand. 

You grabbed her hand, got up from your chair and put on your tall boots before grabbing your coat. As soon as you walked out of your room, you saw Joe was waiting for you in your living room in his nice button up, fancy trousers and coat. He turned around and his eyes stared at you, admiring every part of you that was in front of him right now. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He whispered, walking towards you and kissed your cheek.

“Hi.” You blushed, Joe offering you his arm.

You took his arm as you both made your way out the door.

“You two have fun.” Sara called out. 

Pulling your coat closer to your chest as the both of you walked out of the building, Joe had found his hand on the small of your back. 

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” Joe smiled as he hailed a cab for the both of you. 

The cab took you through the city and stopped in front of the Botanic Garden, making you look at Joe with a smile on your face. You heard about it. You heard what they do around this time of the year, but you actually never saw it. Exiting out of the cab, Joe slid his hand with yours, entering the garden. Immediately, your eyes widened with how stunning it was. 

“Wow.” You breathed everything in.

The whole garden was filled with lights. They were all different colors, almost like it was already Christmas. The trees glowed in pinks, blues and purples. The garden was just filled with different colors of lights that made it look so enchanting. It was almost like a fairytale.

“I thought you might like it.” Joe said.

“I love it.” You smiled. 

Holding Joe’s hand, the both of you got some drinks and food and walked around the garden, admiring all of the lights and the little shows that were in it. The cold Autumn air blew through your hair as laughter and smiles filled between you two. Joe took his phone out at some point in the middle of all of it and took pictures of you, and you did the same with him. You couldn’t help but glance at Joe from time to time, the colorful lights glowing on his face. You hoped that maybe this time, this one won’t set on fire. That this time, this one would stay. That maybe fate is real after all. 

“Do you ever miss London?” You asked him later that night as you both walked through the garden.

“Sometimes.” Joe replied. “I miss my mum and dad. Miss my friends. They all hated the idea of me moving to New York.”

“Do you… ever regret leaving?” 

There was a pause for a moment, Joe squeezing your hand softly. “No, I think there was a reason why I ended up here and not because Rue wanted to move here. Maybe I was meant to come to New York, so I could meet you.”

Fate. Just like Sara said. 

“Do you actually believe that?” You asked. 

Joe stopped in the middle of the garden and faced you, his brows knitted together. “Why do you hate the idea of fate so much?”

“I don’t hate it.” You chuckled. “I just… I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“Sara mentioned before that you love hearing about it, so how come you said you don’t believe in it?”

You shook your head, biting your lower lip. You really didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of Joe. How could explain to him that Carter used that, so he could be with you? How could you explain that you were stupid enough to believe him and immediately said yes to Carter because of it?

“Hey, you can tell me.” Joe took both of your hands in his.

“Carter knew I’m a believer in fate. He told me that he believed it too only for me to find out that he used that excuse, so I could fall for him even more, thinking that it was actually fate. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. He’s the asshole for lying, so he could get what he wants.” Joe reassured you. “I’m not lying over the fact that I believe it.”

“I know.” 

You knew. You always knew that Joe wasn’t lying to you. You knew that Joe was always genuine and honest with you, but it was you who was having problems. It was you who, even though you wanted to believe in fate, was still struggling to trust someone even if Joe had proven it many times.

Joe leaned in to give you a kiss as he held your hand again, “C’mon.” 

He tugged on your arm as the both of you exited the garden and into the big light tunnel. It was a long tunnel that just glowed with lights, and you smiled brightly as soon as you saw it. Joe took you underneath it and stopped right in the middle, rubbing your arms gently.

“I promise I will be honest with you no matter what. I want to take all those fears and disappointments and prove them that not everything always ends in fire.” Joe said, cupping your face. 

“I believe you.” You nodded.

Joe smiled as he leaned in to kiss you passionately. You smiled through the kiss, standing on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck. Letting the lights flicker around the both of you, everything around you became a blur as you enjoyed this moment with Joe. 

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[Kaeya and Albedo had the typical high school sweetheart love. They were pure and honest and the perfect pair. Kaeya encouraged Albedo to pursue his talents and in return, Albedo encourages his.]

[“I got scouted to be in a band.” Kaeya tells him one day in his room. Albedo looks at him in surprise. “Woah really?!” “Mhm.” Kaeya was always shy when it came about expressing his accomplishments. Albedo scooches closer to him and kisses his cheek. “That’s great!” “Thanks.” Kaeya rubs his neck. “They heard some songs Diluc and i made so…”]

[Albedo pulls him into a hug. “I’m very proud of you, Kaeya.” “Thank you but..” He pulls away, “But what?” Kaeya looks down at his feet. “What if I don’t do good?” Albedo frowns and caresses the scar that was imprinted on Kaeyas eye. “You will do good, love. You’re super talented! You don’t give yourself enough credit. Everyone’s going to love you.” Kaeya puts on a small smile and rests his head on Albedos shoulder. “Thanks.” “Of course. Did you tell Diluc?” “Yeah. They scouted both of us, though I’m a little nervous since we’re entering our college lives soon.”]

[Albedo looks up, “Ah that’s true.” He looks back down, smiling. “Don’t worry. Everything will work out.” Kaeya smiles too and they share a kiss.]

[Such an unfortunate turn out it became to be.]

[Now freshman in college, Kaeya has been busy with the band lately. They haven’t debuted yet but he’s still got work to do. So much work that he’s barely able to make time with his boyfriend. Albedo sits on his couch with a huge frown. He was visiting home for a while and today was going to be a date night. Obviously, that wasn’t happening as Kaeya was 20 minutes late.]

[Klee walks to her big brother and hugs his legs. “Where’s Kaeya?” She asks with a pout. Albedo smiles softly at her and ruffles her hair. “He’ll be here soon.” Klee’s frown grows. “You said that twice already!” Albedo frowns too. “I know.” Was all he could say. Disappointed, Klee goes back to her coloring activities in her room.]

[Albedo slumps on the couch and throws his head back. “Where are you?” He asks to seemingly no one. After a few minutes, Albedo takes out his phone and checks his messages. Kaeya hasn’t even read the couple he’s sent in those 20 minutes. He frowns even more and distracts himself by going on social media. What a mistake that was. His stomach drops when he sees Kaeya’s post of himself, hanging out with his brother and members.]

[Albedo grunts and clicks out right away. He gets up and rushes straight to his room. Albedo slams the door shut and throws himself onto his bed. “That asshole…” He mumbles into his pillow. The door slowly opens with Klee sticking her head in. She fully enters with a big tears welling into her eyes. “He’s not coming, is he?” Seeing his sister in pain was enough for him so burst out crying. He shakes his head sadly.]

[Klee runs to his brother and hops on the bed, immediately hugging him tight. “Don’t cry.” She tells him even though she was crying too. Albedo lays her down with him in sobs. They held each other for a long time and in the end, fell asleep.]

[“I think we need to break up.” Kaeya stops dead in his tracks.]

[The two were on a date and Albedo moved on ahead, back facing him. Kaeya’s hands start to shake. “W-What? Albedo, why?” Albedo sniffles since he couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. “Because Kaeya!” “Because??” Kaeya takes a step forward. “You can’t break up with me! Not before I’m about to debut tomorrow!” Albedo grits his teeth and turns his head around.]

[“Is that all you care about?!” Kaeya immediately swallows and shake his head. “No! No, of course not! I just want you to be there! To see me in action!” Albedo looks to the side. “I’m sorry, Kaeya, but I don’t think being together is working.” Kaeya’s lips tremble. “Albedo…” “Kaeya, you have bigger things to worry about. It’s clear that I’m not at the top of the list.” Kaeya doesn’t know what else to say.]

[He stands there frozen which doesn’t help Albedo at all. The blonde lets out a shaky breath, “Goodbye, Kaeya.” “No!” He runs to him and held his hands. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to leave you alone! I was busy and-“ “That’s always your excuse and I’m tired of hearing it!” It took everything in Albedo to pull away from him.]

[“I’m happy for you but I think we need to stop seeing each other and do our own thing.” He didn’t stay to listen to Kaeya’s response. Instead, he ran away.]

[Diluc sits on his bed, reading a book he was assigned to analyze. It had started to rain and he decided to stay up a while longer to wait for Kaeya. A knock at the door and the redhead immediately puts his book down. “Finally.” He mumbled and heads to the door. He opens it, “Seriously, Kaeya. Stop arriving late-“ He paused as he sees his little brother drenched with a miserable expression. The raindrops blending into his flowing tears.]

[With a hushed voice, Kaeya says, “We broke up.” Diluc gasps and his brother starts to cry. Diluc pulls him into a tight hug. Kaeya grips onto him for dear life and continues to cry. “I’m sorry.” Diluc spoke. At the time, he didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t with anyone at the moment but as his older brother, it’s his job to provide him comfort.]

[Diluc shared no words but he knew and Kaeya knew, that being in each other’s arms was enough.]

Albedo continues to sob outside. What a pathetic guy he looks. Kaeya pushes open the doors and spots Albedo right away. He rushes to his side but doesn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure if he was even able to touch him. Kaeya gulps and continues to stand right next to him, letting Albedo cry his heart out.

“I think that moment was my favorite too.” He whispers. “A bright day until it started raining but that didn’t really stop us.” Albedos cries start to slowly quiet down. Kaeya looks up at the sky. “You remind me of stars. So bright and shiny. You’re small but you’re still able to showcase what you want people to see in that big brain of yours.” Kaeya chuckles. Albedo sniffles and wipes his eyes. Finally, he looks at him.

“Why’re you here?” Kaeya shrugs and smirks at him, “I guess I just wanted to see you.” Albedo blushes but turns away. “Kaeya, we’re not together…” “I know.” “I broke up with you.” “I know.” “I hurt you.” “I know.” “So then why?” Kaeya tilts his head. “I already told you why.” Albedo shakes his head and another set of tears starts to arise. “No! Why’re you being so nice to me?! Why are you acting like nothing happened?? Like we’re friends?!” Albedo wipes his eyes again.

Kaeya faces his whole body toward him and grabs his chin, lifting his face to see his eyes. “Albedo, you shouldn’t act like you don’t deserve to be cared for.” “But-“ Kaeya squished his face to stop him from speaking. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You were sad that I wasn’t giving you the attention you needed. I left you alone and I’m sorry.” Albedos eyes water again and grabs Kaeya’s wrist to pull it away from his face.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I regret it so much.” Albedo begins to cry. “I should’ve talked to you about it but instead I broke things off with you! I did it because at that moment, I truly thought you didn’t care. If told you, you would’ve continued to ignore me anyways but I know you’re not the person to do something like that! I was just so sad…” Before Kaeya can answer, Albedo hugs him, clutching onto Kaeya’s shirt like it was necessary.

“Oh Kaeya, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for not talking to you about how I felt! I’m sorry I broke up with you instead of hearing you out! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It hurt me seeing you on TV all the time because I wanted to be with you! I wanted to congratulate you for your accomplishments but that never happened! I let you down! Im sorry, Kaeya!“ He dug his face into his shirt with tears staining it. Kaeya’s heart beats fast at hearing those words. He smiles, tears coming out of his eyes too.

“Albedo, I’m sorry too.” He wraps his arms around the short one. “I should’ve made time for you. You were my boyfriend and you deserved to spend time with me even if it wasn’t for a long period of time.” He tightens his grip and plants a small kiss ontop of Albedos head. “I love you, Albedo. I never stopped thinking about you. I’m glad you’re still doing art.” Albedo slowly lifts his head and smiles, “I never stopped thinking about you either.”

The boys let go for a moment to wipe their tears away. “You still love me?” Kaeya asks with flushed cheeks. Albedo nods, “I still love you.” They both smile. “This time, let’s not be shy about what bothers us.” Kaeya states, holding his hand out to him. Albedo nods and holds it. “It’s a promise.” Kaeya smiles wide and they hug each other again.

“Let’s not kiss yet.” Albedo says. “I want us to go slow.” Kaeya nods. “Of course but can I at least kiss you on the cheek?” Albedo laughs, “Yes. You can kiss me anywhere but my lips.” “Anywhere?” “Don’t ruin the moment.” “Okay okay!”

Kaeya pulls Albedo away from him a little and rubs his cheek. “Thank you.” Albedo smiles more. “You’re welcome.” “Albedo!” The boys jump and turn to the entrance and see the instructor with her arms crossed. “First Yn, now you! No making out with your boyfriend till this is over!” Albedo turns red and nods. “Y-Yes, ma’am! I apologize…” She walks back inside.

Kaeya stares, starstruck. “Wow, we’re boyfriends again…” “Uh huh. Klee is going to be very happy.” They hold hands and walk inside. “I miss her. She’s doing well?” “Mhm. She might come.” “Sweet! I can’t wait!” Kaeya kisses his cheek as Albedo leads him to his painting.

- I feel like I’ve been writing sm it’s not even a smau anymore…

- also im not sure WHY but my inbox says I received an ask but it’s not showing who…maybe it’s a glitch or something but if you asked me something: it’s not showing up and saying I have no messages

- kaebedo nation you’re welcome

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[galaxiatheuniverse05]

Ruin Home: The End of Welcome Home Part One.

Ruin Home Origin: Part One

The End of Welcome Home: Part One

Wally: The Neighbor where we all live together and have many adventures. Whether it be hanging out with Barnaby and telling jokes, Howdy's, playing unique games with Julie, or watching one of Sally’s plays. You can also take a walk with Eddie, learn with Frank or bake with Poppy. You can also paint with me and Home. Those were the good days that I wish could last forever, however like a lot of things, they have to come to an end, I just wish it didn't have to end like this.

At Poppy’s barn Sally and Poppy we’re chatting with Wally.

Poppy: (Surprised) Oh my! You really gonna do it, Sally?

Sally: Why yes, Poppy. I’m gonna ask Julie to marry me.

Wally: Wow, Sally. I’m sure everybody will be very excited.

Sally: Indeed Walliferd. We’re going out tonight and after we have dessert I will kneel down on one knee and propose to her.

Poppy: (Proud) Oh I’m so happy for you two and she’ll surely say yes counting all the good time you had together!

Sally: (Blush) Oh thank you, Poppy.

(She then turns to Wally.)

Sally: Okay, Wally you know what to do, right?

Wally: Of course. At 7:30 I’ll tell Julie that Howdy needs her at the shop.

Sally: Where I’ll set up the dinner and surprise her.

Poppy: I’ll get the dessert ready. Umm… any idea what Julie likes?

Wally: She would definitely like a breen berry cake. 

Sally: Even though we have no idea what those are.

At exactly 7:30 Wally was at Julie's house like how Sally planned out. He then knocked on the door, but there was no response, so he decided to call out.

Wally: Hello… Julie? There’s a surprise waiting for you at Howdy’s.

But there was no response. He then finds out that the door was opened. He looked around to see she wasn’t home. She then heads over to Frank's house to meet with Frank and Eddie.

Eddie: Hey there, little buddy.

Frank: Hello, Wally.

Wally: Hi guys. You wouldn’t haven’t to see Julie, would you? Sally has a surprise for her.

Eddie: Sorry, Wally I haven’t seen her lately.

Wally: Well she’s not at home.

Frank: Now that you’ve mentioned it I haven’t seen or heard from her all day.

Eddie: Yeah I haven’t seen a hopscotch when I was doing my morning run.

Wally: (Concern) What? That doesn't sound like Julie at all.

Eddie: Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Frank: Yeah I bet she’s at Howdy’s right now.

Wally: Okay. I’ll go check.

Wally then walked towards Howdy's store. Where she finds a worried Sally with Poppy and Howdy.

Poppy: I’m sure she’s just running late.

Sally: I just don’t get it. Where is she?

Howdy then sees Wally.

Howdy: Hey, Walls have you seen Julie? Sally here is practically pacing herself in a ditch.

Wally: No she wasn’t at home and no one has seen her all day.

Barnaby then joins in with a violin.

Barnaby: Hey guys. Is the soon to be bride here yet? I’m practically fiddling with my fiddle.

Sally: (Upset) Not now! I’m really sad right now!

Poppy: Sally, don’t worry I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.

Howdy: Hey, Wally, why don’t you ask Home if he saw her.

Sally: Please hurry. I can’t stand another minute without asking her the most important question.

Barnaby: Wuh oh. You better get going before she destroys the place, little buddy.

Sally snarls at Barnaby for that rude comment as Wally rushes to his house. When he got there he found the door wide open.

Wally: Home… is someone here?

But Home just stared at him with his window eyes. Wally then walks in to find that the living room was torn apart, like there was a brutal fight. He then found his telephone on the ground. When he picked it up he found that the pink button, representing Julie, was crossed off. When he pressed it, it played a recorded message from this morning right after he left for Poppy’s.

Julie: Hello? Helllllo?

Wally: Hello Julie…

Wally’s eyes widened when he heard his voice.

Julie: Oh hi, Wally. How are you doing?

Wally: Oh I’m fine, would you like to come over here? Sally wants to ask you something important.

Julie: She does!? Hold on one sec.

He overheard Julie's squeals of excitement in the background. Seems she wanted to say yes to Sally.

Julie: (Excited) Okay okay okay. I’ll be there soon.

Wally: Okay… see you soon… Goodbye…

The recording ended leaving Wally confused.

Wally: Home? Was that you pretending to be me?

The kitchen light turns on revealing scratches as if someone was being dragged. He entered the kitchen to follow the scratches he looked forward to. What he saw stared in horror, on the ground was a pink arm that looked similar to Julie. He then rushed towards behind the counter where the scratches were leading, from where he found Julie, unconscious and beaten with cuts and bruises her left arm was gone.

Wally: (Despair) No… no no no no NOOOOOOOO!

He rushes towards her body trying to her aid. Julie opens her eyes to see her friend.

Julie: (Weak) W…Wally?

Wally: Julie? Julie! What happened!? Who could’ve done this to you!?

Julie: (Weak) It… it was… Home…

As Julie passes out Wally then pieces the whole thing together and all that despair turns into rage.

Wally: (Trying to hold it together) Why? Why did you do this!? WHAT DID JULIE DO TO DESERVE THIS!?

As Home stood silent Wally found a picture by Julie with everyone but him crossed out.

Wally: (Anger) Julie isn’t the only one who’s gonna go through this. (Evil laughter) But there’s one crucial detail you haven’t considered. You can mangle any human soul that comes across here, but if you hurt my friends. What I’m about to… (Demonic voice) IS THE ABSOLUTE MOST…

Back at Howdy’s everyone was there. Sally was so depressed knowing that Julie still hasn’t shown up.

Eddie: Would an appetizer help, Sally?

Howdy: Regrettably, Mr.Dear we’re all out of appetizers.

Sally then sighs as she grabs her coat and gets up from her chair.

Poppy: Sally? Where are you going?

Sally: I… just give… maybe Julie does not love me.

Frank: No, don't say that. There must be some explanation to why she’s not here.

Barnaby: Yeah she probably has cold feet. I’m sure Wally’s talking to her now. He may be a kid of few words but he can manage so well, he can even bring the house down.

Then all of a sudden there was an explosion, the floor shook and rubble and debris flew in all directions. Poppy let out a squawk and hit the deck and Eddie covered Frank from the debris.

Poppy: (Shocked) What the BWAK was that!?

Frank: That sounded like an explosion!

Howdy: These pieces of rubble. It looks like Home.

Barnaby: C’mon guys. Let’s go check on him!

So the other neighbors went to the site of the explosion. They follow the rising smoke and the light of fire. Then they found Home, who was mostly vaperize. All that’s left was the chimney and a single eye window that was now an X meaning it was dead.

Eddie: (Eyes widen) Well… Barn wasn’t wrong about ‘bring the house down.’

Then they see an approaching silhouette from the smoke and ashes, it was Wally carrying an injured Julie, after seeing her in her current state most of them gasped. Sally was the most in despair as she rushed over to her.

Sally: (Tears) JULIET!!!

She then holds her love in her arms. Julie opened her eyes slightly to see Sally. She then turns her anguish to Wally.

Sally: (Rage) What happened, Wally!? WHO DID THIS!?

However Wally stayed silent and just stared at her with a look of despair.

Frank: We can’t just stand here! We gotta get her first aid!

Howdy: Don’t worry! I have some supplies at my shop. Miss Partridge, would you help assist me?

Poppy: Of course, dear. But we must hurry.

The mailman then picked her up to carry her over.

Eddie: Don’t worry Ms.Starlet. I’ll carry her.

Sally: (Teary eyes) You’re gonna be okay Julie.

As everyone rushed over to Howdy’s Place. Barnaby noticed. Wally sitting on the ground.

Barnaby: Hey kid what happened?

But he stood silent. Barnaby then puts a paw on his shoulder.

Barnaby: Hey… are you alright? Wally?

Wally then looks at his friend with tears in his eyes.

Wally: No... I'm not...

[alexiabae]

EIGHT; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: in which reader fly to england when she saw the match against the host country.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Y/N watches the tv with her jaw clenched. It was unbelievable how Norway was losing for that number of goals. So without thinking too much, she buys a plane ticket to fly the next day to England.

She needs the help of someone to know that she is going to fly there so Y/N typed a quick message to Ingrid Engen, first giving her encouragement and later that if she can help her to surprise Caro.

While Y/N waited for Ingrid's answer, she decided to FaceTime the blonde, surprising her how fast Caro answered the call.

"Lo siento mucho, Caro. I think your team deserve better." Y/N spoke in a low voice, not wanting disturb Caro right now.

The blonde made a grimace with her mouth. "I think we could made something more this tournament. But I guess that was impossible." She said in a defeated tone. Y/N can see the anger and sadness on her face.

"There is a game to win." Y/N said, trying give her some hope.

The Norwegian shakes her head, bitting her lip. "We are out." She said sternly. Maybe right now she is speaking from the pain. "We are going to give everything against Austria, but I don't know would will happen there." She admitted, wiping some tears from her cheeks.

Y/N looks helplessly how Caro was crying even when she was wiping her tears, more followed behind.

"I want win it for you and Alexia. Even if you two are Spanish. I don't care. You two had bad luck with that injuries, plus the loss in Champions League. I'm sorry, baby."

Y/N felt emotional with this confession. Like Alexia, she suffered an injury. Less than her but enough that she misses the Euro.

"We are proud of you." She said serious, wiping a tear that escaped from her eye.

When Caro heard that, she puts a hand on her eyes, probably trying hide the tears.

"I want you be here." Caro said between sobs, breaking Y/N's heart.

"I promise you that if I can, I would be there." Y/N said, trying hard to not let her know about the surprise.

In that moment a notification entered on her screen, reading Ingrid's name. It was a simple thumb up, after thanking her for the support.

"I need call my brother and the rest of my family... I call you later, okay?" Caro said with her red eyes.

"Okay. Say hi from my part." Y/N wished, blowing a kiss to her, earning a tiny tiny smile on her lips, making Y/N feels better for that simple gesture.

They hang up. Y/N let out a sight when another entry video call was approaching on her screen. She raised her phone to her face and saw Ingrid's name.

"Hey, you!" Ingrid deep voice greeted her, a tired expression on her face.

"You talked with Mapi." Y/N points out immediately, making Ingrid smile openly with Mapi's mention.

"Maybe." The midfielder hummed, giving her a tired smile. "I guess you talked with Caro. She seems better too." With this confession Y/N smiles, knowing that her girlfriend was a little better just because she talked with her.

"How are you?" Y/N asks with a lipped smile, probably knowing very well how she feels.

Ingrid sighed. "Right now I'm sad and frustrated. It anger me how we played. But someday that trophy would be for Norway." She states with a convinced smile.

"Well, Spain would fight for it." Y/N muttered, giving her a smug smile.

The tall woman snickered. "I know it, believe me." Y/N laughed. "What time are you coming tomorrow?"

"About 15:00. I will take a taxi and then go to your hotel." Y/N explained.

Ingrid nods. "Okay. I talk you about that time, we have recovery in the morning." The Norwegian explains what would be do the next day.

"Okay. I let you alone now. See you tomorrow model." Y/N teased her, making Ingrid rolls her eyes.

"See you tomorrow Caro's girlfriend." She teased her too, it made Y/N laughs.

And just like that, another incoming video call rang on her phone. Y/N frown when saw the name.

"How is Caro?" Alexia asks in a tired voice.

"She beats herself. She wants win it for us." Y/N confess, hearing the sigh from her captain.

"She is a sunshine." The Catalan comments. "I will call her tomorrow. I don't want bother her, enough she have from today."

"You know that you never bother her, but I know that you will don't call. Also I'm going tomorrow to Brighton, I want surprise her." Y/N commented going to her bedroom and deciding pack a small suitcase.

Alexia gave her a small smile. "I want a photo with you two. So you know what to do."

"I will sent a photo to the group chat, okay? The others would ask about it too." Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, I let you now I'm too sleepy to keep talking. Have a safe fly." The midfielder muttered, blowing her a kiss, Y/N does the same.

"Okay. You know if you need something, just call me. See you in a few days, capi." Y/N muttered, waving with her hand and both of them finishing the video call.

•••

Y/N walked slowly to the airport, her injury on her right knee was the culprit. She just landed there and with her small suitcase went outside, for her luck there was a lot of taxis available.

When Y/N was on her way, she sent a text to Ingrid, letting her know that she was going to the hotel. She typed some words to Caro, answering the texts that the Norwegian sent her during her being on the plane.

Y/N looked out the window the rest of the way, admiring the streets of Brighton. She feels excited to see Caro, it's a few weeks since they saw each other in person. She thanked and pay the driver once they arrived, seeing Ingrid waiting outside.

The Spanish player got out of the car, the tall woman walking towards her with a big smile on her face.

"I'm happy you are here." Ingrid whispered once they hug, rubbing her back affectionately.

Y/N reciprocated the hug. "Really? It's just will be two days that I'm going to be here. I hope that I can cheer up some of you." She said, laughing softly.

They separated from the hug. "I'm sure you do it. Come on inside." Ingrid said, grabbing from Y/N's hand her suitcase and passing the other hand around her waist, helping her walk.

Y/N thanked her and slowly they get inside and walked to Ingrid's room that she shares with Frida.

"Hi, what are you doing here!?" Frida exclaims when she saw approach the girl inside of her room. She stood up from her bed and walked towards Y/N, hugging her happily.

Y/N giggles, wrapping her arms around her too. "I'm here to surprise Caro." She explained.

They separated, remaining their hands around theirs.

"Well, it will be a surprise because Caro doesn't expect this surprise at all." The blonde comments.

"How you want to do it?" Ingrid asks, letting the suitcase to aside.

"I don't know... What is better? Surprise her in front of all her teammates or that you bring her here?" Y/N proposed, asking for their help.

"In front of us!" Frida chooses, smiling.

Ingrid and Y/N laugh to her effusiveness.

"It's a good option." Ingrid agrees with her friend, shrugging.

"Okay. Then that will be." Y/N decided, going to sit on a bed.

"How is the injury?" Frida asks her when saw how slow she walked to the bed, a sad smile playing on her lips when Y/N sighed throwing her back on the bed.

"Frustrating." Y/N mumbled. "But progressing well."

Ingrid sat down where Y/N is laying down and patted her good knee softly. "How is Alexia?" She asks in a low voice.

"She is tired most of the time due to medication. But she is better, hurt but better." Y/N said, reincorporating herself and sitting properly.

The Norwegian nods, making a grimace with her mouth. "Well, probably they are going to the cafeteria that is next here. Do you want to go now?"

Y/N nods rapidly, making the two laugh.

"Alright, let's go!" Frida said, clapping with her hands, sharing the excitement with Y/N.

They walked in the rhythm of Y/N, talking about some anecdotes about the Norwegians that have happened during their trainings. On the way to the cafeteria they met Guro, Maria and Maren, the three very surprised to see Y/N there, but happily greeted her.

"Who will record the encounter?" Maren asks jokingly.

"Me!" Frida and Guro exclaimed at the same time.

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, entertaining herself when the two start traced a plan. Before approach the cafeteria, some of them went there to confirm that the tall blonde was there, Maria and Guro was the chosen ones so when they nod with their heads in their direction, Maria enters and Guro come back with them.

"She is sitting with Ada and Elisabeth." Guro commented, starting walk again when the other four resumed the march.

"Okay. Guro and I will enter now and later Ingrid and Frida. After a few minutes it will be your grand entrance." Maren ordered, pushing Guro's arm to indicate that the plan is underway. The pair gave Y/N a brief hug and went to the cafeteria, disappearing inside once they arrived.

"Okay, I guess is our turn." Frida muttered, squeezing Y/N's hand.

Y/N nods and promising Ingrid that she will be okay and didn't need help, the two walked to the cafeteria. She walked carefully there, after a few minutes later to arrive, she opened the door and was meet with a large group of people that was to her right.

Her presence call some of their attention and looked to her way and when they recognize her, Y/N puts a finger about her lips, indicating that they need be quiet.

Caro was giving her back to the door, so she didn't pay attention who enters or who leaves. Y/N went on her habitual rhythm and when she approachs them and specially the blonde, with her index finger on her shoulder, she draw her attention.

The Norwegian turned around and her face showed shock when recognize the person who draw her attention. Caro stood up fastly and went to hug her carefully, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" Caro muttered, not believing that her girlfriend was actually here.

Y/N wrapped her arms around her neck, caressing that zone. "I want be here to support you." At this Caro hugged her tightly, earning some 'awws' for part of her teammates.

After a while like that, Caro grabs her face and press her lips against hers, kissing her sweetly.

"I miss you." The tall blonde confess over her mouth. And that's what true because since they are from the same team club, all their time was passing together alone or with others, but always together.

"I miss you too." Y/N whispered, pecking her lips.

"For me there is no kiss?" Ada comments behind them, interrupting the moment and earning boos from her teammates.

The couple separated, Caro letting an arm around Y/N's waist while turned to look Ada with a sarcastic smile while Y/N gives her an innocent one.

"I still have a bit of a grudge for the last time we saw each other." Y/N teases her, making Ada scoffs.

"Well, I just want to prove a point, that's all. There will be always a next time." Ada said, standing up and walking to the couple, opening her arms towards Y/N.

Y/N rolls her eyes but accept Ada's hug when this one pouted.

"You are a barça fan. Admit it." Y/N whispered, teasing her intensionally.

Ada removed from the hug with a roll of her eyes, punching her softly on the arm. "That never escaped from my mouth. Olympique Lyon always. Or at the moment." She said, muttering the last part to her, making her teammates laugh.

"Shut up, best striker all of time." Y/N punches her arm gently too.

Soon, the other wanted a hug from Y/N too. One by one hugged her, asking how she is doing, all of this with Caro by her side, still her arm remaining on her waist.

"Okay, enough. Now it's my turn to pass time with her." Caro states, grabbing her hand gently and bring her to the table where was seated. "Do you want something to eat?" She asked when they was sitting.

"Yeah, that muffin from there..." Y/N said pointing with her finger to where the muffins was. "And a orange juice please." She finished say, blinking at her innocently.

Caro chuckles softly, grabbing her chin with a hand and pecking her lips before stood up and walk to the showcase.

"She is so sweet with you... When I ask her if she can bring me something she just stares at me and go away." Ingrid said, making Y/N laughs.

"Come on, she have right to do that. She puts up with you all year round, always telling her to bring you something. At least now you have Mapi." Y/N comments, nudging her side. Ingrid rolls her eyes but stayed quiet, earning some laughs from Frida and Guro.

"So Ingrid." Frida muttered, this one looking at her feigning be pissed.

"You saw Mapi?" Y/N asks.

Ingrid looked back at her, shaking her head with a pout. "No, but if we lost the last game, I will stay here and go to the match if Spain pass." The blue eyed girl explained.

"Here you have." Caro came with what Y/N told her that she wants.

"Gracias, muffin." Y/N said affectionately while she chuckles when saw Caro's red cheeks, kissing it immediately. "I just call you like that because I saw it. I promise not call you like that again." She explained, spreading some kisses on her left cheek.

"Mapi makes that a lot too. It's a Spanish thing I think." Y/N heard how Ingrid explained to some of them.

Y/N separates from her girlfriend and looked at Ingrid, who was looking at them with a smile.

"I think it's something from the person, not culture. But I guess the nordic countries people found it too affectionate." She jokes, giving a sip to her coffee.

"How is Mariona?" Guro asks her, changing the subject after Ingrid showed Y/N her middle finger.

"Tired." Y/N mumbled. Guro raised an eyebrow, confused. "Sorry, it's about coach's tactics. She is fine, happy with the possibility to stay here and pass round."

"How do you know Mariona?" Caro asks confused. Y/N looked at her frowning, just like the rest of the team. "What?" She asked timidly for the attention.

Ada snickered. "Luckily they are from the same team..."

"Caro! Mariona dater Erin. Guros partner I Chelsea." Ingrid explains not believing her teammate.

"Og min!" Maren intervened.

"Amor, your passivity sometimes surprises me." Y/N giggles.

Caro rolls her eyes, cursing something in Norwegian while she plays with the free hand that Y/N puts on her lap.

"Since when they are together." Caro asks.

"Three months." Y/N, Frida, Ingrid, Maren and Guro answer at the same time.

The blonde looked at them dumfounded. "Why Am I founding it now?" She muttered.

"Because you have only eyes for Y/N." Ada interject, making with her hands a heart and pointing towards her friend.

Caro instead showed her middle finger.

Y/N remembered something and hitting Caro's hand, she spoke after swallowing. "We need take a photo together. I promise it to Ale."

At this all of them make another 'awws' choir.

"Why always we need sent a photo to someone of the team when we are alone?" Caro whines, her furrow pronouncing.

"Fordi vi misunner garderoben." Y/N said in a bad pronunciation but to the point to tease Ingrid.

Caro smiled when she heard Y/N speaks in Norwegian.

"Su tror det ikke engang." Ingrid answered, giving her a smug smile.

"¿Quieres una prueba?" Y/N asks challenging.

The dark haired girl nods, crossing her arms about her chest, leaning her back on the backrest.

"Cielo, we need take the photo now." Y/N said, grabbing her phone and unblocking it. "Take the photo, please." She said to Ada, extending her phone towards her.

The tall blonde takes her phone and she pretends to take the photo but just waited to the right moment to take it, making the couple whine for her lateness.

"You thanked me later, amour." Ada said, saying the last word in a french accent to tease her, laughing when saw Y/N's reaction. She tended her phone back to the owner.

Y/N scrolled for the photos that Ada took, definitely she would thanked her, but in another moment and alone, not wanting give her the satisfaction to say it publicly. The photo that Y/N choose was one where Y/N was smiling without realizing it because Caro whispered something. Instead the blonde was smiling widely while she is looking at her, her hand was intertwined on hers on her lap.

"Look this." She said, showing her the photo. Caro leaned and smile immediately when saw the photo, nodding when Y/N looks at her, giving the approval. "Well, Engen. When you saw Mapi and took a photo with her and sent to the group chat, we will see who win." She said, sending the photo for the group chat.

Caro and Ingrid phone's screen illuminates with the new notification. The pair grabbed their phones and unblock it, since Y/N was still on the chat, she saw their answer.

Caro🥰

❤️

Just Ingrid

🙄

Y/N snorted when saw what her friend typed, throwing her a napkin ball. After that, the pair of friends started bickering playfully.

"Kjærlighet." Caro calls at her girlfriend.

Y/N looked at her with Ingrid down her arm and hers on Y/N's head. The blonde rolls her eyes smiling.

"Look the chat." Just simply said.

Y/N grabs with her free hand her phone and unblocking it saw the new messages that their teammates put.

Leona

Why you put that, love?

Is she bothering you?😤

By the way the photo is... 🥺

Patricia

I die of love!🤗🥰🥺

Alexia

You two made my day!

Thanks❤️

Y/N pouts, looking back at Caro.

"Alriiiiight. You win, but just for this time." Ingrid said by their side. She saw everything on Y/N's phone.

Y/N lets her out and throw her arms around Caro, hugging her.

"For the first time we win, cariño. I can't believe it." Y/N said dramatically.

The blonde hugged her back, laughing.

"For me we always win." She whispered, kissing her head lovingly.

The couple heard the sound of somebody doing a photo. They turned to the person and Frida was blushing.

"Sorry, too cute for not capture the moment."

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HEHE you opened up the ask box so here we GO-

Compliment: I admire the boldness and bravery you had to reach out to me to say hi!! That’s a scary thing, my dude!

A story (a real one because I suck at doing quick fiction ones on the fly): A friend and I realized at college that if I tucked myself up pretty tightly, I could sit on a storage-shelf-thing that she had on the back of her bike. So for a good several months she would ride around on her bike with me hitchhiking a ride on the back and grinning at people as we zipped past. It was very fun 😆

Why I follow you: Primarily, because I’m so thankful that you follow me, but also because it’s clear that we share so many of the same interests! I want to see what you unearth on this crazy platform 🤩

A cute message: You have no idea how PROUD of you I felt when I saw that you posted art on the discord, since you told me you were nervous about talking on there. Good for you!!

One thing I want to tell you: I’m so happy that we’re chatting ❤️ I am a huge chatter and I get happier the more I chat with people 😆 so it meant a lot to me when you reached out. I don’t have a huge social network irl aside from a few college friends and my siblings, so it makes me SO happy when people choose to talk to ME, ME of all people, online 🤩

Finally, a thing I want to know about you: what’s your favorite color, favorite music genre, and do you prefer movies or tv shows? (And depending on which one, what shows/movies do you like?)

Oh my goodness- Thank you so much! Reaching out really was scary, but I'm so glad I did! Thank you! <3

I love that, that actually sounds like so much fun!

Hahaha, the same goes to you, granted, mostly just to see what all we share sounds awesome to me. I'm sure I'll be bound to come across many crazy things- can't wait to share!

Stoooppp Imma cry. But yeah! I got a bit comfy when we was talking, gave me enough courage to send it. Was scary, but I'm proud of myself as well, thank you so much.

Aaaahhhh! Absolutely same! I love chatting, and my IRL friends are well- I constantly forget are my friends sometimes. I have a lot of people I can talk to, and fewer that I can hang out with. I've always been more of an online person (been mostly online since late middle school). So it always makes me happy to find others who share interests with me and also wanna talk with myself as well. It's- It's really nice!

My favorite color would have to be any shade of blue! Close seconds would have to be green and purple though. More of like a mint ish green, more of that muted color? Not too bright, or neon green is great. Purple, either lilac, or dark vibrant purple. Music genre is a bit tricky. Since I listen to quite a variety and they're all so amazing. If this counts as a genre, I'd say music that people make for content creators. Otherwise, I guess pop? They're all great tho. Goodness- I love movies, a lot easier to binge and just watch and finish. Horror films are great, and I can't watch psychological learned that the hard way-, though I love romance and action just as much. I actually just watched Damsel last night, and oh my god- I loved it. Sad, but really good! TV shows, I love as well, mostly anime though. One Piece is one of my favs, along with ERASED, Fruits Basket, and some more. I can't pick between the two. They're all so amazing.

What about you on favorite movies/shows?