#but it just says ''WE'RE OUT OF PAPER TOWELS''

[aroaceleovaldez]

it is so extremely underutilized that Nico is heavily implied to have powers of just. anything ghosts are reportedly able to do.

we know canonically that he can drop temperatures to freezing/to the point where it creates frost, and does so involuntarily or unknowingly at times. We know he can project emotions and memories out onto others, just in general and with physical force - both his own memories/emotions and general emotions as well, such as radiating an aura onto his enemies so that they would fear him more. We know it's heavily implied he can straight up create illusions and inflict madness upon others. We know he's eerily silent when he moves and seems to just appear in places. We know he can control/walk through/mess with dreams. We know he can become intangible and pass through solid objects and terrain without even realizing it.

like, that alone is so much! but the fact that it's implied that's not it? there's MORE?

Where's Nico fucking with EVPs and speaking through radios or static or TV. Throwing his voice. Nico remotely setting things on and off, or draining batteries, or making cell service fuzz out. Nico totally turning invisible (also a Hades' Helm of Darkness thing, so double reason for Nico to be able to do that). Where's Nico inflicting sleep paralysis. Where's Nico straight up making the walls bleed. Let him do more ghost stuff!

[heeliopheelia]

MERRY CHRISTMAS – christmas clichés with enhypen

𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴

event masterlist

LEE HEESEUNG

As you’ve stubbornly decided on having a real christmas tree this time, the both of you have found yourself on this huge christmas tree farm only three hours away from your home. 

Heeseung was kind enough to agree to your ridiculous idea and drove you here with little to no objections after you bargained with an evening full of cuddles and kisses.

“No, I want a taller one!” You fuss as you cross your arms over your chest. 

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it won't fit into our living room,” Heeseung sends you a mocking smile, rolling his eyes at you half heartedly. “Go get the wider one and let's go. I think I'll need to get my toes amputated if we stay here five minutes longer.”

“Well, sucks to be you but you still have to drive us back,” you say pointedly as you walk past him and further into another alley full of pines. “And I'm not getting the wider tree you’re so stupidly obsessed with – we're not leaving until I find the right one.”

Heeseung scoffs with amusement at your stubbornness but follows after you immediately. Not even two minutes later, the two of you are bickering over your purchase again. 

“It's thin and ugly, Heeseung, how can you even suggest buying that crap? You’ve got no taste,” You look at the tree with distaste, then side eye your boyfriend. 

“It's not ugly,” he protests, flicking your nose. “And my taste is very refined compared to yours, thank you.”

“You know what, you’re right. You’re dating me after all,” you say, scrunching your nose up. 

The two of you turn another corner and stop frozen in your tracks, gaping with held breaths at the most perfect christmas tree you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.

“Are you seeing this?” Heeseung breathes out as a grin displays on his face.

“We’re getting this one!” The both of you shout simultaneously, excitement filling your voices.

You jog over to the tree giddily, dragging Heeseung along with you. When you stop in front of it, you turn around and raise on your toes to press a kiss to his cold lips.

“C’mon!” Then you giggle playfully. “I'm a good girlfriend so maybe I’ll even let you pay…” 

“Aren’t I just so lucky?” He teases and presses a kiss to your cheek to hide the smile that’s blossomed on his lips after hearing your giggle.

PARK JAY

With a silent nudge to your side, Jay lifts the spoon with soup to your lips. You instantly open your mouth and let him feed you. 

Your eyebrows rise as you smile at him while nodding your head. “That’s really good!” 

You and Jay are cooking dinner as his parents are supposed to come today. You can't say that you're not nervous – you've only met them three times before, so this pressure keeps resting on your chest ever since the morning.

You are a chaotic mess at this point, so if not for Jay's composure to balance it out, you'd probably end up burning the house down twice today. 

And so it's no surprise when the knife you're cutting the vegetables with slips a little and cuts into the skin on your finger. You jerk your hand away quickly, a pained hiss leaving your mouth. 

Jay walks up to you with furrowed eyebrows, wordlessly taking your slightly trembling hand in his and lifting it up to look at the cut. 

“It's nothing, I just wasn't paying enough attention,” you say as you try to pull your hand away but he only gently leads you to the sink and pours cold water on your wound. 

“You need to be more careful,” he says quietly, stroking your palm with his thumb under the cool stream. 

“I know, I just… I don't know what's wrong with me today,” you mumble out, averting your eyes from him. 

But Jay knows you better than anyone else, so he only lets out a small hum before wiping your hand dry with a paper towel, then carefully patches your finger up with a band aid. 

“Stop worrying so much, sweetheart,” he finally says, voice soothing as he lifts your hand up and presses a gentle kiss against it. “Everything's gonna be fine.”

And you let him pull you into his arms, wrapping your own around his waist. 

“I know, I can't really help it,” you mumble into his shirt. “I just don't want to let anybody down today.”

“You won't,” he assures you firmly before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Especially not me. I love you. There's not much you could do to disappoint me, trust me.”

You begin to smile again, feeling the tension slightly leaving your system. “I love you too. Thank you.”

“It's nothing. Now let's go finish this dinner, hm?”

SIM JAKE

“Oh god, babe, look at that.” Jake stumbles backwards with laughter as he takes the hanger off the rack and shows you probably the most hideous Christmas sweater existing. 

“Where the hell did you find it?” You giggle, scrunching your nose as you look at the obnoxious Santa’s favorite ho sewn with red thread right in the center of the sweater. “It’s so ugly!”

Once his cackles cease slightly, he walks over to you and shows you the item from up close.

“Please, please, please,” he begs with wide eyes, pressing a peck after peck to your lips. “You have to try this on for me.” 

And how were you supposed to refuse his sparkling eyes? Now you’re cursing yourself for being so whipped for your boyfriend as you stare at your reflection, torso wrapped up in the green itchy clothing. 

It takes all of your might not to run and hide as Jake slides the curtain of the dressing room to the side before quickly slipping inside the tight space too. He looks you up and down before a low whistle leaves his mouth.

“Damn, would you look at that?” He says with a toothy smile, spinning you around as you roll your eyes. “See? I knew you could make it work. You’re just different type of fine.” 

You scoff at his words and raise your eyebrow. He steps even closer to you, refusing to let you go no matter how hard you try. Of course he would get all excited now out of all times. Now that you don’t have more than half an hour before the mall closes and you still have two more presents to buy for your families. 

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna buy it for you now?” He grins, placing his hands on both of your hips before pulling you close to his chest and kissing your jawline a little too sultrily for this stuffy dressing room.

You push on his chest with a giggle, trying to get away from him. “You need to be stopped.”

“Well, I know for a fact you’re my favorite ho-”

“Jake!” 

PARK SUNGHOON

Loud laughter booms from behind you as you tumble to the icy ground again, your skates absolutely refusing to cooperate with you today. Within couple seconds, you feel a pair of strong hands wrapping under your arms from behind and you’re being pulled up again. As you try to balance yourself again, you find yourself slipping again and crashing backwards into your boyfriend’s chest.

“If I knew you were such a clutz, I wouldn’t even have tried to bring you here,” Sunghoon teases, sneaking his arms around your waist and keeping you close. 

Your eyes roam around the crowd, praying that this fall wasn’t as spectacular as your previous one and didn’t capture the attention of half of the ice rink. You sigh in relief when you notice no one is looking this time before tapping Sunghoon’s palm.

“Turn me around, please,” you ask him and he obliges with a chuckle, spinning you around until you’re facing his grin. 

“Already giving up?” He raises his eyebrow, squeezing your waist gently. 

You sigh. “I don’t know.” Leaning forward, you rest your head on his sweater cladded chest. “You never told me it was this hard.”

Sunghoon pats your back as he coos at you but you can still hear the way he’s biting his smile back. 

“Stop laughing at me!” 

You smack his arm, pulling away only to be greeted by a soft kiss placed on your nose. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he says, reaching his gloved hand for you to take. When you look at him suspiciously, he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand himself. “I’m being for real this time.”

And since you’re unable to say no to him, you end up nodding your head and let him skate over to your side to wrap his arm around your waist firmly, guiding you slowly. 

And this time, he’s made it his personal mission to never let you fall again, doing everything in his might to not let you grow discouraged towards the sport he loves nearly as much as you.

KIM SUNOO

"You’ve put way too much butter in there," Sunoo points out, watching with a raised eyebrow as you form another greasy cookie and place it on the edge of the tray.

"I don’t remember asking for your opinion," you smile at him with an attitude, yet knowing well he's right as you glance at the glistening mixture of flour and butter with the corner of your eye.

"Oh my god, they look so greasy! They’re gonna merge into one big cookie in the oven," he laughs and points at the runny balls of dough already blending into each other. "Stop being so stubborn and listen to me for once. Well, actually if you did listen to me in the first place, you wouldn’t be having this problem at all."

You roll your eyes and bump your hip against his as you scrunch your nose at the butter covering your hands. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you please put them in the oven? My hands are too slippery."

Sunoo groans but still puts on the oven mittens and fulfills your wish. A sigh wells up in his chest, knowing well that no matter how disgusting or inedible those cookies are gonna turn out to be, he’ll still be the one eating them all because after all it’s you who made them.

And he tries his best not to fall to the ground dramatically when the next words he hears from you are the ever so cheerful, “Okay, so chocolate chip next!”

Love will truly be the death of him. 

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon casts you a concerned look when another cough leaves your already roughed up throat. It’s only your type of luck to get sick at Christmas – you shouldn’t even be surprised at this point. 

“Drink your tea, angel,” he prompts you gently, pointing his head at the steaming cup of tea laying on the coffee table.

You lean the back of your head onto his shoulder, snuggling backwards into his chest as he cuddles you closely on the worn out couch in your living room. That’s already the third christmas movie you’re watching aimlessly, wrapped up in blankets and Jungwon’s arms ever since the afternoon.

He presses a kiss to your hair, gingerly nudging you back forward to grab your tea. You oblige with a quiet whine, the effort of leaning forward becoming really burdening with your weakened body. Going back to your previous position, you sigh and take a sip of the tea that Jungwon’s prepared for you with so much love.

“Why do I always have to catch some shit before things I look forward to for months?” You huff, mind going back to when you were dying of fever on your last birthday or the time you lost your voice on your first anniversary with Jungwon. So, like you’ve said before, it was a given at this point. 

His smooth hands slip underneath the christmas sweater you’ve stubbornly refused to take off, and caress your warm skin softly, soothing you. He leans forward and kisses the tip of your ear – movements careful not to cause you to spill your drink. 

“Don’t get upset,” he says, pinching your sides. “It could always be worse.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You turn to him with a pout on your heated up face and he giggles. 

“At least I’m here with you, right?” His precious smile makes you feel warmer. “I mean, you could get stuck with Riki. How fun would that be.”

His words make you smile as well and you lean your cheek into his palm as he checks your temperature. 

Riki, as lovely of a friend he was, was not the one to know how to handle sickness. You instantly remind yourself of the time his throat was sore, so he concluded that slurping down a hot package of instant noodles on one go would warm up him up enough to heal his sickness. It's safe to say he couldn't swallow anything for the next two days without spasming from pain.

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. That would be the worst.” 

NISHIMURA RIKI

"YN, stop, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

You roll your eyes as you balance yourself at the highest step of the small ladder. "I'm gonna be fine, don't worry!" 

"You should’ve let me do that," he scoffs and you poke your tongue out at him, reaching your hands up to hook the golden star at the top of your Christmas tree. "I'm not catching you if your clumsy ass slips and falls down! You’re gonna break my arms."

It's your time to scoff at your boyfriend as you know that he would never let any harm happen to you. "Oh, for sure you won’t,” you nod your head at him mockingly with a giggle.

As if to prove your point, you yelp loudly as you pretend to actually lose your footing and lean backwards. Just as you expected, Riki shoots up quickly to help you keep your balance. He places his big hands on the small of your back and gently pushes you forward.

"Have you actually lost your mind?" He asks as you burst out in a fit of giggles. You wiggle your eyebrows at him knowingly, clearly satisfied with your prediction. "Don't scare me like that again."

You pat his cheek lovingly before leaning down and kissing the same spot. "See, I'm always right."

Riki scoffs for the nth time this evening and turns around to go to the box and pass you some more ornaments. Just as he takes a step forward, you turn around to look at him and in result end up actually slipping and shrieking as you leap forward. Riki, without missing a beat, swiftly moves closer to you and catches you in his arms as you fall down. You breathe out in relief as you feel your heart jumping up to your throat.

You look up sheepishly as you’re met with the scolding look on his face, eyebrow raised up as he waits for you to speak up. Instead, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and throw your arms around his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. What would I be without you?"

Riki rolls his eyes at your suddenly humbled state, then adjusts you in his arms and flicks your forehead. "Most likely resting in a cemetery by now."

"Hey!"

author's note: to make it up for my absence, i've written the final fic for this event and i'm gonna do the rest next year (hopefully)!! thanks for being patient with me, lovely and merry christmas!! ❤️

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[bitethe-hand]

Different This Time

Hazel Callahan x Bassist!afab!Reader

'I stand by my reasons for wanting you, It may sound simple but for me it's new' 3.5k

You sat slumped in a random chair with your bass in your lap staring at the door of the band room. It was currently after school and your bandmates were arguing over the setlist and newer songs you have for your upcoming gig. Tired of the bickering you abruptly stand up and place your bass on its stand. 

"Y/N, do you have anything to add?" You looked between the three of them and shook your head. "No actually I'm gonna go to the bathroom," and walked out of the room. You turned the corner and took a deep breath, leaning against the wall rubbing your hands over your face. "I am so goddamn tired of this shit." You whispered to yourself and shoved the bathroom door open only to be met with another person. 

Hazel. 

You were normally someone who always focused on yourself and never really had crushes in school. But freshman year when you first noticed Hazel Callahan, you were fucked. You had at least two classes with her every year and even though you guys hardly ever talked, your stomach and heart always felt fuzzy when she was around. 

You exhaled a breath through your mouth when you noticed her. She quickly looked at you when she heard the door open and you both stood across from the other mouths agape. "Uh-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..if I did." You said walking into the bathroom, letting the door close behind you. You noticed the blood covered paper towel in her hand and some smeared blood under her nose as well as a cut lip. 

"Oh, it's okay," she said slowly and quietly while her eyes were still on you. You smiled and looked away, breaking eye contact and made your way to the sink next to her. You looked at her through the mirror and she was now focused on cleaning the blood from her face. "Are you...okay?" You questioned while touching your own lip. She mimicked you and looked down at her now crimson finger, "yeah! Yeah! It's okay, just from the self defense club." 

"Oh right! Yeah, that explains why you're still on campus right now." You laughed quietly to yourself, looking down at the sink. There was a short silence that fell upon you both.

"Uhm, why are you here so late?" Hazel asked, this time looking at you through the mirror. "Just band practice. But they're all fighting so I just came here to take a breather." This time you turned your head to be met with her side profile. Even if it was just for a second you admired the curve of her nose and the way her lips looked. She turned her head and locked eyes with you and it felt like she was admiring you just as much as you were admiring her. 

"Um, I should get back though. It was nice talking to you Haze." You said quickly and backed out of the bathroom, not wanting to look away from her. 

"Yeah, I'll see you in class. Bye Y/N."

~~

It's been 2 weeks since your bathroom encounter with Hazel and you could say you've gotten closer with her. Instead of her just sending you a small smile whenever you saw each other, she started saying hi. You sat behind her in Mr.G's class and every so often she would turn around to ask or say something that would make you huff out a quiet laugh. 

You stood at your locker chatting with your best friend who is also the drummer of your band. "Wait so you've been crushing on her these past 4 years and you're just now talking to her?" He asked with raised eyebrows. 

"As friends, yes. We're friends." You explained to him. "Oh gosh, that's even worse! Why don't you just ask her to hang out, speed up the process a little bit.." You instantly shook your head, "No, I couldn't, I mean she's so..." you started, looking over at her with Josie and PJ.

"Dorky?" He said and you rolled your eyes as you looked at him. "I was going to say out of my league." This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Oh my god, not even Y/N..." he continued on and you peered over at Hazel again but this time she took notice and gave you a big smile. You reciprocated before realizing she’s walking over to you. "Dani, shut up!" you hushed at him and turned around meeting eyes with Hazel. 

"Hey Y/N uh I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch today?" Your mouth was slightly open to say something but closed again. "or not! That's fine I was just hoping we can go over Mr. G's assign-" you felt a kick to the back of your knee, making you slightly buckle before quickly standing back up straight. "Yeah we definitely can. Where do you go for lunch?" you asked, leaning against the lockers with your arms wrapped around yourself. 

"The bleachers. But if you want I can meet you back here and we can walk there together?" She said, You couldn't quite pinpoint her feelings but she had a slight anxious look in her eyes. "That sounds great! I'll see you then." You smiled. She gave you a thumbs up as she backed away then the bell rang to your next class period. You looked at Dani as he had an amused smirk on his face. "Oh she wants you." 

"Just shut up."

~~

You walked towards your locker, chipping at the nail polish on your fingers. You see Hazel already there, leaning against the lockers on her phone. You took a deep breath and walked up to her letting out a slightly shaky "hey," trying to seem as casual as possible. She looked up at you with a smile and a slight sparkle in her eye, putting her phone in her pocket. "Hi. You ready?" 

You nodded at her, "Yeah let me just-" you pointed at your locker to grab your other book and binder. "Oh yeah, definitely. Sorry." Hazel said, moving out of your way. 

You began walking in a comforting yet slightly awkward silence, sharing glances at each other not really knowing what to say. Hazel opened the door that led to outside motioning for you to go first. "Thank you," you said quietly. She cleared her throat, "so how's your band?" 

"It's pretty good, we get to open for an artist coming to town in two months but in the meantime we play small shows and gigs around the area. It's fun." You grinned as you spoke. You sat at a random spot in the bleachers and continued to talk instead of working on Mr. G's assignment. 

That night you lied in bed restless. Tossing and turning to the point where your neck hurt, you huffed and sat up. You turned on your lamp and groaned. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Hazel you couldn't even sleep. You looked at the notebook on the corner of your bed and grabbed it, deciding to start writing. 

A week later you walk into school with a huge smile on your face as you walk to your friends. They all noticed your grin and notebook in hand. "What's got you smiling like the Cheshire Cat?" Molly, your lead guitarist, asked. "More like who.." Dani added. "I wrote a song!" You exclaimed and held out your notebook opened to a specific page. "Different This Time," Molly held the notebook as the three of them read through the song. "I also made a few demos for how it could go. I'll send them in the group chat."

~~

"Damn, that Hazel girl got you locked in. It's a good song." Nico, your lead singer and rhythm guitarist said. "Thanks Nico, but what do we say lads? Wanna play it at our next gig?" You nervously looked at the three of them. "Will you be singing it? I mean you wrote it." Nico asked again. you smiled at Nico, "Yes, I will definitely be singing it." 

Spending everyday after that practicing with the band the song and setlist for your opening gig coming up. You also began spending more alone time with Hazel. As you were walking out of the school you saw Hazel standing outside her car with a nervous face as she looked around before seeing you. She waved at you as you walked over to her. "Hey Haze, you okay?" you questioned moving your head in front of her face. "Yeah, I'm okay. Hey, you wanna come over?"

"Like..right now?" She nodded at you. "Yeah, why not?" you said as she opened the passenger door for you. 

You looked out the window while Fleetwood Mac quietly played in the background. Your eyes slowly shifted to Hazel's hand on the steering wheel and down to her other hand that lightly held the gear stick, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. Your breath began to get heavier but you reverted your eyes back to the window before you could let your mind wander. "So where are we going again?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh I was just thinking my house. We can watch a movie or play video games. Unless you want to do something else?"

You shook your head, "no, going to your house sounds great." 

Walking into Hazel's house you couldn't help but look around. "I had no clue you lived-" 

"Yeah I try not to tell people." Hazel cut you off, "Come on, let's go to my room." You followed her up the staircase looking at all the pictures and paintings that littered the walls of the hallways. You walked into her room and your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to conceal the smile that would paint your lips. Her room was just so her. 

"You can just put your bag and things in that chair." She said, taking off her own bag and shoes. You complied, placing your belongings on the chair in the corner and made your way over to her by her bed. You couldn't help but notice the way her eyes scanned you as you stood in front of her. Suddenly feeling slightly self conscious, you held your hands behind your back and cleared your throat. "So what kind of movies do you have?" You muttered in a shy voice. 

Hazel looked back up to meet your eyes but all that she said was, "nice socks," with a giggle. You looked down and realized you were wearing Iron Man socks. You laughed with her, "hey you too." You pointed out the Spiderman socks she had on. She looked back up at you with a smile and the same look in her eyes you can never pinpoint. But it didn't matter to you. You loved the way she looked at you. 

She looked away and grabbed the remote lying on the bed and tapped the side next her for you to sit. "Maybe we can watch.." "Twilight?" you grinned at her. She gave you the same look back, "Yes, Twilight." 

For the next few hours you spent watching Twilight and sharing a bowl of popcorn and some snacks. "Okay, are you team Jacob or Edward? I don't know why I didn't ask you this during the first movie," Hazel asked as the credits began to roll on screen. You deeply sighed and adjusted the pillow behind your head to get a better look at her. 

"..Neither"

"Neither?!" You shook your head with a tight lipped smile. "I'm actually team Alice." 

"Okay, I can get by that." Hazel said as the opening credits to the next movie rolled in. Your face facing the TV and you felt Hazel lean closer to your ear. "I am also team Alice," She whispered, her breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. You turned to look at her as she leaned back now looking at the TV, huffing out a quiet laugh before returning your gaze back. 

Focusing on the movie the only things heard was the dialogue from the screen and the crunching of popcorn being eaten. You brought your hand down into the bowl, reaching for some when you felt Hazel's hand touching yours. You froze, dropping the popcorn from your hand and shifting your eyes down towards the bowl. Hazel's fingers slowly grazing over yours. Moving your gaze up to her face and see her also looking at your hands. 

Hazel intertwines your fingers together and looks up at you. You felt high. Everything was moving slowly, the movie playing was muted and all you could focus on was Hazel's eyes. How stared right back at you and how she blinked so slowly. The apples of her cheek hinted with pink and her lips, slightly parted as she moved in closer to you. You felt yourself leaning in too, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips. You closed your eyes, noses touching and her breath on your lips. 

Am I about to kiss Haz-

"UHHH MHH" 

You and Hazel jumped apart, hands untwining and placed back in your laps. You looked at the door hearing more moans. You look back at Hazel and her face is now wide and red. "Is that your-" you motioned at the door.

She sighed and wiped her face. "Yeah, fuck I'm sorry. That's so embarrassing." You went to place your hand on her knee and say something before she abruptly got up from the bed. "I'll just take you home now. It's already 10." She said turning off the TV and sliding on her shoes with her back facing you. You went to the corner of her room to put on your shoes and grabbing your stuff, completely shutting out the sounds coming from the other room. 

You looked at Hazel as she focused on the road, this time The 1975 playing faintly through the speakers. "I just remembered I forgot to tell you. My band and I are having a gig on Sunday at that small bar Chameleon's Doors open at 6. You should come by and watch us perform if you're not busy," you told her, needing to break the silence. She finally looked at you and gave you a closed smile, "I would love to go." 

You arrived in front of your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt. "Thanks for having me over, I had fun. Let's do again?" You said to her, turning your body towards her. "Yeah definitely. And I'm really sorry about my mom, she's been kind of doing this since her and my dad-"

"Hazel it's fine," you said, grabbing on to her hand. She looked down at your hands and back up to your face, noticing you had inched closer. "Please..don't be embarrassed." You whispered, everything began moving slower again. This time you intertwined your fingers, lips parting as you moved closer to her. 

"Y/N.." Hazel whispered, just centimeters away. "I think I might kiss you."

You smiled, "me too." Your eyes closed and felt her lips on yours. They were soft and plump, it was a soft and gentle kiss. You pulled away from each other, admiring each other. Hazel let go of your hand, bringing her own up to your facing. You leaned into her hand as her thumbs caressed your cheekbones. You looked at her through your lashes and her mouth opened to say something. 

"I..really like you Y/N. Like a lot." She breathed out. 

"I like you a lot too, Hazel," you whispered back as you reconnected your lips. You moved your hands up into her hair, running your fingers through it. The kiss was more passionate and you mindlessly pushed your chest closer to hers. You pulled away breathing heavier as Hazel beamed at you, chest rising. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence where you sat there admiring each other. 

"I should probably go." You said, licking your lips as you moved away to grab your bag. You gave her one last look before opening the door. "And you are coming on Sunday right?" You added looking at her holding onto the door. 

"Yes, I will be there." She smiled gazing at you. You flashed her another smile. 

"Goodnight Hazel." You said, your eyes look at all her facial features. 

"Goodnight Y/N." 

You closed the door and walked up to your house, turning around every so often to see Hazel waiting for you to get inside. You got to your door and waved at her, earning one back , then unlocked your door and walked inside. Instantly running your room and collapsing on your bed, giggling into your pillows. Turning over you had the biggest grin on and the deepest shade of red your face could possibly get. "Oh my god." 

And Hazel on her way back smiled to herself reliving the moments that just occurred in her head. "Oh my god."

~~

You stood at side stage making sure everything was set up. You haven't told anyone about what happened because you wanted to put your focus into practicing for this gig. "Alright guys, let's have fun!" Nico said as you guys walked on stage. You adjusted your mic and scanned the crowd looking for Hazel. You spotted her walking in with some of the girls you noticed that were in the fight club. 

"We're Metal Heart, thank you for coming out tonight. Hope you enjoy the show." Nico said and Molly began playing her intro riff. You played 4 songs, every so often looking at Hazel and sending her a smile as she watched you like you were some goddess. 

"This is going to be our last song for the night. We'll cool down and get you guys ready for the next band to play up here. This last song was written by our beautiful bassist, Y/N." 

Claps and cheers were heard as you waved to the crowd. You walked up to the mic to say some words. "Thank you. This is a love ballad I wrote about someone," You looked at Hazel and continued. "It's about meeting someone and wanting a different and special connection with them. This is 'Different This Time' hope you enjoy." 

Your voice drew in Hazel and as the crowd swayed and moved, Hazel got closer to the stage. She stood staring up at you. You were breathtaking to her, the way your fingers flicked against the strings of your bass, how the glitter on your eyes and cheeks sparkled in the lights shining on you. Hazel Callahan was head over heels for you, and has been for the past four years. The song came to an end and you bit your lip as cheers roared through the bar. Looking down at Hazel again seeing she wore a grin on her face.

"Once again, we're Metal Heart. Thank you so much for having us and enjoy the rest of the show!" You said into the mic and began walking off stage. 

"Oh my god?? Hazel is actually in love with you. She was so enamored by you, she could not take her eyes off you." Dani said, shaking you by your shoulders. "So we..kissed the other night." You confessed and the three of them gasped. "And you didn't tell us?" Molly shouted, lightly pushing you. You laughed and let out a quiet 'sorry' as you walked past them and to the floor. 

Hazel stood in front of you with her hands under the bottom of her vest. You nervously walked up to her, picking at your nails again. "You did really well." She smiled at you. "Thank you Hazel," you responded looking down trying to hide your blush. She then grabbed your hands in hers, getting you to look at her. She took a few steps closer, leaning to your ear. "Wanna take a step outside?" You looked at her nodded, then held her hand as you led her outside to a more quiet spot. 

You smiled and leaned against the brick wall and she did the same. Not letting go of your hand, she looked down at them as her hand caressed the top of your hand. "Can I ask..was that song written about me?" She spoke up, looking you in the eyes. You nodded at her, "yeah, it was. I wrote it when we started hanging out together." You told her, your heart beating fast.

"It was so beautiful." She said quietly, pulling you closer and holding your hand in hers bringing it to rest over her shoulder. You stood there in silence, leaning in once again. 

"Hazel.."

"Yeah?"

Your noses were touching as you looked into her eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She grinned, placing her hands on your waist and passionately kissed you. Your arms reached around her neck and she pulled away. 

"I would love to be your girlfriend Y/N." She tightened her grip on your waist and she pulled you into her lips again. 

"Get some Hazel!" someone yelled. You pulled apart and saw Pj, Jose, and the others watching you guys and cheering. 

~~

Thank you for reading! I haven't written in a while so hope you enjoyed! barely proofread. also the song that inspired this is the link below, please go give it a listen if you haven't heard it before!

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

-

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

WC: 2,285

[fubu18writes]

❧a sugar daddy always treats his sugar baby right

♢regular tags: sugar daddy!kokonoi, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, established relationship, a bit fluffy ♢mature tags: age gap (koko is in his mid-thirties, reader is in their early 20s), oral (fem receiving), a bit of cock worship if you squint, nipple play if you also squint, idk what it's called but reader puts koko's dick inbetween her breasts (i think it's a titjob or titfucking look idk about this), squirting ♢all characters are 18+ until stated otherwise

a/n: imma just say that... kokonoi can be gentle if he wanted to, okay?

After spending the day drinking vodka by the pool, you returned to your hotel room... only to discover that you were locked out. A cleaning lady eyed her suspiciously as you wander around the hall with only a bikini and a towel to cover your body.

And because you were a little bit angry at your boyfriend Kokonoi, you decided to stay in separate hotel rooms. Luckily... he was staring on the same floor as you.

You were hesitant once you made it to his room number, but you decided to throw your pride away and just knock on the door.

A few seconds pass by before you heard the door unlock, revealing Koko. "Baby, what happened?" He asks, looking at your shivering figure. You looked away, a bit embarrassed. "...I lost my room key." You managed to say.

He lets you in, and you examine the room a little. The room was dimly lit, and papers were neatly placed on the table. Koko handed you a bathrobe soon after. "I'll set up the coffee, okay?" He says as he heads off into the kitchen.

You put the bathrobe on and take a seat on one of the seats near the window. Koko came back with two cups and a kettle, and you were looking at the view. "Wow... your view is so much nicer than mine," You say. You hear Koko chuckle. "Well, you can come here at any time."

"I'm sorry about all of this," You apologize, referring to the fight you had a few days ago.

Koko shook his head. "No, don't apologize. It was my fault for not telling you anyway." He reassures.

There was a comfortable silence as he poured the coffee in the cups, admiring him as he does so. Long, white hair, cat-like eyes, a black polo shirt and khakis. While he may be snarky and cocky in public, to you, he was one of the sweetest persons you could ever ask for. Even if the age difference was a little jarring at first.

In other words, you found Kokonoi Hajime irresistable.

The both of you talked, laughed, and flirted for about an hour or so. By this time, you came out of the bathroom, all dried up. Koko was sipping some whiskey from his glass, and looked at you with a smile. "Your hair looks pretty like that, all curly." He says with a chuckle.

"Ah... no, I feel goofy with curly hair..." You say, your face turning red.

Koko let out another chuckle, rolling the ice cubes in his glass. "Not at all, really. And considering that we're not in the office..." His tone was definitely suggesting something, and you could feel it. "We can do whatever we want here..." He finishes, placing the glass down on the table before putting a hand on your thigh. At that, you leaned in and kissed him, the faint taste of whiskey still lingering on his lips.

The kiss was incredible. The bathrobe became untied as they traded tongues. She felt his grip on her thigh, his touch firm yet restrained. When you both pulled away from the kiss, you took his hand and led him to the couch. Koko was sitting, yet you were still standing up. Koko reclines, and you noticed the contour of his swelling dick in his pants. You leaned over, placing your hands on his upper thighs, allowing your breasts to dangle in front of his face.

"I just dried myself up, daddy," You say with a giggle. "You're going to make me all wet again..."

Koko let out a grin as you go down, carefully unbuttoning his pants. You pull them down, seeing his boxers and the head of his dick poking out of the bottom. You slowly climbed on top of Koko, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you both kissed again.

Koko's hands stay firm on your ass as you grind on his hardened shaft. You were the first to pull away from the kiss, untying the strings of your bikini top, throwing it to the side to show your breasts and hardened nipples. "Look how my baby's turned on f'me..." Koko took her left one in his hand, and brought the pink nipple into his mouth.

You threw your head back in ecstasy. He lightly licked your nipple, and you could feel your bikini bottom becoming damp again. You clumsily pulled off his boxers, his dick springing up as you took it in your hand. His girth was impressive, and your hand looked small by comparison as you gently squeezed dick. You heard Koko groaning, giving you lustful eyes. "You like touching daddy's cock, baby?"

"I do..." You say with a shy whisper. "It's so big...~" You continue before kissing him again, crawling over to him on the other side of the couch. Koko took your ankles, jerking your hips close to him. You had curious anticipation in your eyes, and you let out a gasp when he tore away your bikini bottoms in one forceful tug. Koko saw your smile, your hair frizzy in the dim light before eyeing your pussy hungrily. He thumbed her glossed lips, taking her into his mouth as you grip onto his hair.

Koko could feel you squirming, and that only drove him to go deeper. The grip on his hair suddenly tightened as you moaned out, "Oh, fuck...~ daddy, do it more...~" and grinded on his face. Your ankles were shivering with pleasure, with Koko's hand on her inner thigh, and squeezed her breasts with the other. He pinched the edges of her nipple.

It was too much, all too much. You were close to cumming on his face before Koko came out for air, brushing his hair out of his face. The both of you were panting like animals from the sensation. You moved, turning yourself over and you felt the fabric of the couch on your nipples. You hoisted your ass in the air, despite your trembling legs. You turned to him, sounding out of breath as you asked, "Do you have a condom, daddy?"

Koko had one, of course... but he wasn't going to get it yet. "I wanna focus on my baby for a while longer, 'kay?" He asks her.

You weren't used to it. Or used to this for that matter. The farthest the both of you ever gone was just you sucking on his cock and him eating you out, but this? Nothing of the sort yet.

Maybe that was the advantage of being with an older man... he probably knew you were ready.

Without warning, Koko had licked your clit, sliding his fingers inside of her. Seeing you in this state made all the blood rush to his cock. He kept licking and playing until your toes curled, moaning out "Daddy, I-I'm gonna--!" and finally exploded into his mouth. You were out of breath, and all Koko could do was lick up every last drop of your cum. "Baby, you squirted all over...~" He says with a chuckle.

You were a bit embarrassed. "S-Sorry, daddy... it just felt too good..."

"You think you're ready for daddy's cock?" Koko asks as he leaves kisses on your neck. You only tilt your head to the side, managing out a whimper as he bites down on your sweet spot. "I think that's a yes."

Koko stood up, walking over to the bathroom and returned with a condom, his dick saluting her. He fixes the bathrobe, draping it on the couch. Koko applied the condom right in front of you. You could only clench against nothing, and you swore that you saw his cock twitch.

You held your breath, as she felt Koko gliding behind her. The couch began to creak, and you felt his tip just against your pussy before he slid the head inside of you. "T-Too big...~!" You moaned out, your legs shaking again as you gripped on the armrest. "Tell me if it hurts," He says earnestly as his fingers graze her hip.

Like a dream, their bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You slowly eased his cock into you and rode him steadily. The soft glow of the lamp, their skin gleaming with sweat. "Fuuckkk...~" You moaned out. "D-Daddy...~ F-Fuck me deeper...~"

Koko slapped his hand on your ass, earning another moan from you. "Say that again, baby~"

"F-Fuck me deeper...~!" You moaned loudly.

The sound of their fucking echoed in the hotel room. You had to stabilize yourself, lowering your left leg until you felt the carpet on your bare foot. "Oh god, oh god...!" Your tits sway back and forth. "It feels s-so good, f-fuck me harder...~!"

You came a second time, with him inside as your spine cringed and curved. You let out a shout until your voice ran out. You saw Koko looming over you, and he takes off the condom with his left hand, jerking himself off.

You pressed your tits in between his cock, helping him. "Oh, fuck, baby..." He out a groan, his cock twitching as he released his essence all over. You felt his warm, white cum all generously all over your chest.

They basked in the afterglow of their sex, breathless. "Shit..." You say with a laugh. "I can't stop smiling..."

"You were incredible, baby." Koko kissed your forehead. "You held out and squirted all f'me...~"

[sugawhaaa]

⋆.˚♡GAON X READER

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"I want them to hear you,"

Warnings::SMUT!VULGAR LANGUAGE

Genre:: jealous, rough, sex toys, cuffs, oral (fem rec) cow girl (???)

Pairing::hard!dom!Gaon x sub!fem!reader

A//N::I feel like this is really bad 💔 I'm sorry yall

Word count:: 2, 184

Synopsis:: while at a sushi buffet with all the members, you and O.de get closer than your secret boyfriend, Gaon, approves of.

Songs that inspired this fanfic::

Plate after plate came across the restaurant table. You were at a sushi buffet with all the members to celebrate the end of their newest comeback. Break the Brake was a great success with lots of good memories. The members invited you out (since you're the manager) with them too. Junhan and o.de sat next to you with Gaon in front of you. Gaon and you were secretly dating to avoid rumors and scandals, not even the members knew about it. This was usually okay considering Gaon kept it under wraps and he acted just as a friend to you. This dinner was different though. Ever since Seungmin fed you your food from his chopsticks Jiseok has been eyeing you up and down.

You didn't think it was that big of a deal but when you linked arms with O.de to take a drink of alcohol together Gaon kicked your ankle. You jumped and ended up spilling your drink all over you. It was a whole thing and O.de felt really bad. Gunil got up and got some paper towels. O.de continuously apologized while you glared at Gaon and he just crossed his arms and kept his chin up.

"If you want you can wear my hoodie," Seungmin proposed as he took off his dry hoodie. You nodded and went with him to the bathroom. He stood outside the one-person stall and waited for you. "I know it might not be the most comfortable but it's better than having wet fabric on your skin," Seungmin leaned against the wall.

"Yeah, it's okay," you said before opening the door to reveal you wearing his hoodie that was 10 times too big for you. You came back out to the dining area and sat back down to continue eating. Jiseok then brought up his foot. He slid his foot up your leg seductively. You glared over at him and he was just innocently stuffing his face.

He continued to talk to you with his eyes. He looked you up and down. You frowned and shrugged. He looked over at O.de and you rolled your eyes. You shook your head and Gaon crossed his arms. He tilted his head to the bathroom you were in and raised a brow. You were taken aback and shook your head. He looked down at your chest and looked intensely. You looked down to see some of the lace from your bra. You looked back at Gaon and shrugged. He huffed and looked away.

"You know if you wanna say something you can just say it," Junhan looked at you with innocent eyes.

"No, no, it's all good-" you shake your head before Gaon presses his knee to your clit. You jump and kick him hard with your heel. Gaon then stood up and looked at you intensely.

"We're leaving," he said before grabbing his wallet. The members exchanged looks and you pretended to be innocent as well.

You and the members gathered everything up while Gaon paid. You gathered in the van, Gunil at the wheel, and played some music. Everyone was rocking out including yourself. Gaon seemed to have cooled off after rocking out for a while. You thought that until you got a message. You checked it quickly. It was a message from Jiseok that said "I'm going fuck you up so hard tonight."

Your face turned red and you stopped singing. Gaon continued as if nothing happened. You did the same, vibing as if nothing happened.

You all piled through the doorway as you finally got back to the dorms. Gaon held your wrist tightly and before you could even set your purse down he dragged you into his room saying "We need to talk," he closed the door and pinned you against it harshly. "What the hell was that?" He said lowly.

"I dunno, we were just hanging out," you looked away from him.

"Just hanging out?" He unzipped your sweater. "You're literally wearing his sweater," he grumbled. You covered your chest.

"You saw what happened! You didn't even offer to give me your jacket!" you replied with a little attitude. Jiseok sighed and shook his head.

"I saw him fucking you with his eyes. The way he looked at you, the way he held your chin, the way he touched you," Gaon looked at you hungrily. "Seungmin may be able to eyefuck you but he'll never see you like this," he said before kissing you. The kiss was deep and passionate. His tongue explored your mouth, he rolled his tongue around yours before biting your lip. He smirked as he pulled down the hoodie from your shoulders. He bit your neck and sucked on the skin harshly. You moaned softly.

"J-Jiseok, they're gonna be able to see that," you whimpered out. He finally let your skin out of his lips.

"Good. You're mine and they'll know it," he hissed before biting you more. Marks were placed from your jaw down to your chest and your shoulders. He finally took you over to his bed and pinned you down. He undid your bra and continued his hickey attack. He nibbled on your nipple and you jumped with a hoarse moan. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He rolled his tongue in a circle around your sensitive areas.

"Fuck Jiseok," you moaned and threw your head back. "I can't do this," you chuckle before placing an arm over your head. His hand trailed up your body and he started playing with your other nipple, relentlessly teasing you. He then grinded his thigh against your folds. You grabbed his hair. The stimulation tipping you just to the edge.

Jiseok pulled back and took off your skirt and underwear. He wasted no time attacking you with his tongue. He flattened his tongue against your aching core and you gasped softly. You put your hand on his head. He ran his tongue along your folds while rubbing circles on your clit. You simultaneously bucked your hips. This stimulation all over was driving you crazy.

Gaon picked up on the signals of your hips rolling and your face contorting as a sign you were close to cumming. You grabbed his sandy hair in a fist, pulling lightly. "I-I'm gonna cum," you whimper out and Gaon puts his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he massages your hips. Your back arches as you reach your high. You feel yourself empty out and Jiseok licks it all up. He backs up and looks down at you, your face hot and your chest heaving.

Gaon smirks.

"Stay." He points to you and stands up. You do as he says and lay on the bed. Gaon goes to his closet and rummages around. He comes back over to you with a vibrator and cuffs in hand. You chuckle nervously. "Give me your wrists," he said as he extended one hand out. You did as he said and he tied you to the head of the bed. You laid there completely at his mercy.

"They're gonna hear us," you whine as gaon lays beside your aching pussy, vibrator in hand.

"Good, that's what I planned," he turned on the vibrator and placed it on your clit and watched you squirm. "I'm gonna make you scream," Jiseok chuckled in a low tone. You pulled on the cuffs as your body subconsciously squirmed for relief. "Cute," he chuckled seductively. He rolled the vibrator down and pressed it against your sopping wet cunt. You looked up at him through peeled eyes, a smirk placed on his lips as he teased you. He finally pushed the vibrator inside you and watched you squirm, whispered moans escaping your lips.

"Please," you whimpered out and Gaon watched you in satisfaction. You wanted to pull your hands down and continue using the vibrator but you couldn't. Your hands bound to the bed frame. Gaon grabbed the handle of the toy and started rolling it, deep inside you. Your legs jerked and shook slightly from the pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes," you mumbled out. Gaon slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in fast and hard. You moaned loudly, unable to cover your moans with your hands. He watched as your body was drawn to him like a magnet.

He continued to slowly thrust the toy into you before slowly picking up the pace. Each thrust made your body jolt forward. All the little foreplay had driven you insane so this felt like heaven and you just started. "Keep going," you whimpered out and Gaon just kept his pace absentmindedly. "Faster~" you moaned and bucked your hips, your legs shaking.

"Say my name," Jiseok smirked. "Say my name and what you want me to do," he grinned. You knew exactly why he was doing this, so all the members could hear. More specifically O.de.

"But they'll hear," you mumbled and Gaon stopped moving the vibrator. You immediately regret your words.

"What did I tell you," he hissed and you whimpered.

"Jiseok please keep going, please," you moan out and Jiseok smirked. He continued to use the vibrator, thrusting it in and out of you. He started going a bit faster but you needed more. You tugged on the cuffs as you whimpered. "Jiseok faster please," you moan.

"Louder," he said in a low voice before biting his lip, waiting for you to do as he said.

"Jiseok! Please faster!"You moaned mercilessly. He did as you said. He increased the vibration and went so fast you were seeing stars. You didn't think it was even possible to go this fast. You arched your back and pulled the cuffs hard. A wave of pleasure ran down your body and Gaon slowed down. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high.

Jiseok pulled the vibrator out of you, leaving a trail of your juices on the bed. He tossed it to the side and uncuffed you. You looked at him a little confused before he started undoing his pants. "Turn around," he said in a low, raspy voice as he prepared his swollen member. You did as he said and laid on your stomach. You got comfortable and he grabbed your hips. Without giving you a warning he slid into you swiftly. You could hear the cum inside you being sloshed around as he entered you. The sudden shock of him hitting so deep inside you made you jolt forward. You saw a flash of concern etched in his expression but once he saw you were enjoying it he relaxed, melting into your body. He started off slow, letting you adjust to his size.

"Such a good little whore," he grunted as he thrusted into you. Everytime he pounded back inside you, your body jolted forward. This boosted Jiseok's ego more than it should've. He massaged your hips and lower back as he continued to hit all your sweet spots. Each time he slammed back into you you moaned louder than the last. You buried your face in your pillow as you tore your throat from moans. Gaon grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. "Let them hear you," he smirked as he changed his angle to hit right into your g-spot. You cried out in pleasure. "Who's making you feel this good again? Say my name baby," Gaon held your hair harshly as he pounded into you, feeling your walls clench around him.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You moan out and he pulls your hair harder.

"Say my name and then you can cum," he demanded.

"Jiseok! Please I'm so close," you moaned loudly as tears of ecstasy poured down your cheeks. With one final thrust you finally peaked. You let out a deep groan and he let go of your hair, your head fell forward. You felt Jiseoks release fill you up. He held your hips as he emptied himself inside you, both of your bodies quivering. You panted heavily before he finally pulled out, cum pouring from your abused hole. He licked it softly before laying next to you. You immediately clung to him.

He let out a deep sigh "So…" he blushed as if he felt guilty about what he did. You looked up at him.

"Yes babe?" You stroked his hair out of his sweaty face.

"About earlier," he hummed and you listened intently. "I was quite upset…but you should know I know you'd never cheat on me. I trust you more than you know," he smiled and you smiled back just as warmly.

"I know baby," I chuckle "it's okay either way, we got a good fuck out of it," you closed your eyes and laid on his chest.

"I wonder what the members will say tomorrow," Gaon hummed as he held you. He rang his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You shrugged.

"If they get too nosey that's their fault. It's none of their business," you chuckled and Jiseok hummed in agreement. The feeling of his chest vibrating in your ears.

[darlingsfandom]

Being in a age gap relationship with Jim (delinquent season) and he is a perv & a little bit pathetic

We LOVE pathetic men around here 🥺💕

It was wrong! Very wrong. Jim was married, not happily but still married. He shouldn't be thinking about you. You're his neighbor. You've barely said two words to him since you've moved in next door. He often finds himself thinking about the day you moved in eight months ago. You were watching as some movers brought in the heavier stuff , sitting all pretty like on the porch swing with your legs crossed. Did Jim go say hi? No. He stood watching from his kitchen window. It wasn't until the next day when you were checking the mail that Jim came to meet you. He found out your name, where your from, that he's literally double your age and that you have a cat named Dumpling. And for eight long months Jim watched your every move.

Now here you are standing in front of him and his wife talking about how you've adjusted to the town while having a nice spaghetti dinner. Jim shouldn't be paying that much attention on how you slurp a noodle.

"So... any men around catch your eye yet!?" His wife let out a little laugh and so did you.

"Uh not really... just still focusing on myself you know? Don't want to rush anything." You we're lying through your teeth. Truth is you did have on eye on someone... Jim! Yeah we double your age and married but you knew Jim wanted you.

"You're right! It's good to focus on yourself and know what you like." His wife gave you a smile before sipping her wine. "If you'll excuse me... ladies room." She left , leaving the two of you alone. You sat there with a smirk on your face as you watched Jim stir in his seat. Your foot trailed up his inner thigh and press gently in his crotch. You licked your lips at him before getting up out of your seat , walking up to him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

"It's been a week Jim." You pouted at him.

"I know sweetheart, but she's going out of town tomorrow." He touched your cheek gently.

"Then listen carefully.... as soon as she's gone, you're coming over and fucking me or I swear, I'll give you blue balls from hell! Got it?" You cupped his face and smirked before quickly returning to your seat.

A few seconds later his wife returned with a smile that was faked. "How did you enjoy dinner?" She asked politely as you placed a paper towel on your plate.

"It was delicious . Jim's a lucky man." You smiled and gave her a wink as she blushed. Both of you helped clean up after dinner as Jim excused himself to the bathroom. You noticed the hard on straining against his pants as he ran in there.

"Probably all the wine." His wife laughed as you handed her the rest of the dishes. You helped wipe up the table as she washed the dishes and loaded the washer. Just as you went to talk her phone rang and she quickly asked you to tell Jim she had an urgent call. You made your way into the bathroom because Jim being Jim and rushing in there didn't lock it.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He jumped as he heard you enter the bathroom. "My wife is home and you know we can't ..."

"Shut up! She had an urgent phone call apparently and you're in here fucking your fist thinking of me." You we're fed up with the situation. You didn't being a secret but maybe you were fed up because usually you two could sneak in a quickie during the week but it's been a week and the most you've gotten is seeing Jim jerk off through the window.

"Then fuck... finish me off please!" He gave you a pout and how could you stay mad? You walked up behind him , laid your chin on his shoulder and jerked him off fast. It felt good to hold his fat cock again but it wasn't enough. You watched as his face twisted in pleasure as a silent orgasm hit him and his cum shot into the toilet.

"That's a shame, should've been shot up into me!" You kissed his shoulder before letting go of his cock and walked out of the bathroom with a sour look on your face. Jim followed shortly behind. He was wrapped around your finger and in too deep with how much he needed you.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Hey Red! I was wondering if you had any dialouge prompts for a rude caretaker with a sick whumpee? Preferably a whumpee who's nauseous/throwing up?

"Sip this slowly. Hey, what did I just say?!"

"I bet you're a lot of fun on rollercoasters."

"Aw, geez, look what a mess you're making!"

"I told you not to eat so fast. Did you listen? Nope!"

"We're going to run out of paper towels at this rate."

"With that gag reflex, I'm surprised you can ever eat."

"What, you think I magically have barf bags on hand?"

"I hope you don't expect me to be the one to clean that up."

"Think your delicate stomach can handle some itty bitty crackers?"

"I'm not just gonna sit here listening to you retch; I'll be outside. Let me know when you're done."

[callmelola111]

color me purple ♡ part two

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synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff but mostly angsty, HEAVY sexual themes on the verge of smut, swearing, slight mention of marijuana, ellie is kinda a perv, ellie calls foot fetishes weird so if u have one i'm sorry lol not trying to kink shame its just for the plot !!

a/n: happy wednesday y'all!! i was literally kicking my feet while writing this hehe. i love being a delulu lesbian on paper. also i've never played poker before so if i worded something wrong i am so sorry lolz. sending hugs and kisses 2 you all ♡~ lola

Mrs. Campbell seemed taller this evening as she stood waiting to confront you with your fate. The moon shone brightly casting her long, mangled shadow across the dirt. As she spoke, your gaze remained locked to it, avoiding the disappointed look you knew was written all over her face. 

“What do you two think you’re doing?!?” she yelled. You struggled to form any words with the large lump consuming your throat. Your stomach would’ve dropped too but you were pretty sure you had lost it during your barefoot dash through the woods. Ellie stood next to you just as silent until your devastated face clued her into your current state. She quickly tried to rationalize, speaking for the both of you. 

“Mrs. Campbell, we're so, so sorry. Seriously, it was all my fault, please don’t blame Y/n!” You softened hearing Ellie so quickly take the fall. Feeling compelled to finally join this tense confrontation, you looked up from the ground. Your eye’s met with the wardens but they were filled with concern rather than fury as you had expected. Your injuries had alluded to a situation that she felt needed a bit more context.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you two ended up here bloody, wet, and 2 hours past curfew!” she said. With the guidance of Ellie you calmly explained the situation. Of course, it wasn’t the full truth. You took extra care to leave out the part about your little smoke sesh. And after what felt like hours of questioning and nagging, you and Ellie were given the benefit of the doubt, remaining counselors for the summer.

Mrs. Campbell gave her final say, “You girls better count your blessings. I’m feeling nice tonight. But, I can’t let your behavior go unpunished. Neither of you will be participating in tomorrow's first round of games. I'll take your campers under my wing while you two think about your behavior back at the cabins. Alone.” Tears welled in your eyes as you came to terms with the consequences of your actions. Ellie shifted her gaze to your heartbroken expression and the corners of her mouth turned down. Sure it was just one day of sitting out, but she knew how much the competition meant to you and felt like a total piece of shit for making you miss out. Even if it wasn’t completely her fault. 

“That’s final. Now both of you please go wash up and stop making me worry!” Mrs. Campbell concluded.

You and Ellie made the 5 minute walk to the showers in silence, still shaken up from the recent events. Despite the water’s icy temperatures, it felt nice to wash off the evidence of your night living on the wild side. However, Ellie showered one space over with little emotional relief, too consumed by you. She just stood idle as the sharp drops of H2O hit her back. Questioning how you felt about her, if you were mad, and what you were thinking but wouldn’t say.

She couldn’t take it anymore and quickly switched off the water, drying off with a rough gray towel. You followed in suit, stepping out wrapped in your pink towel. The textured fabric wrapped tightly over your breasts hoisting the mounds up to peak over the linen. They sat pretty like a Victorian woman in a tight corset. Ellie, now in a fresh pair of clothes, kept her head forward but eyed you from her peripherals before finally speaking.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t even know what to say. I never wanted to get you in trouble.” She looked absolutely miserable, so convinced you hated her. You’d never seen this side of Ellie before. A side that was real and vulnerable. You had always pinned her as this impenetrable tough guy, never seeming bothered by anything. And now here you were, bothering her. What was so special about you, why did she care?

“Ellie, I’m not mad at you, just a little sad. This was my choice as much as it was yours.”

Ellie turned to you, voice breaking, “Wait… really?” Part of her felt like an idiot for bringing it up now, considering it was all in her head, but you didn’t think twice about giving her the reassurance she seeked.

“Yes, really.” Ellie gave a timid smile slanting to one side and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that her assumptions were just a product of overthinking. 

“Now please, stop being so melodramatic and help me patch up all these stupid cuts.” You took a seat on the long bench placed in the tiled bathroom and Ellie followed like a humble servant. She got down on her knees like she owed it to you. Taking a wet cloth in her right hand and carefully cleaning your cuts one by one. Her touch was gentle, almost too much, but she didn't want to hurt you. You took pleasure in Ellie’s tender care and couldn’t help but wonder if she’s like this with all her friends. Even more, you questioned if it’s something you should be enjoying as much as you did. Ellie took her sweet time rinsing out the dirt from your wounds that you had acquired as an unwanted souvenir. Tending to your injuries gave her more time to study all of your nooks and crannies. Something she had only dreamed of. Ellie enjoyed every second until she reached your thighs, your gorgeous plush thighs. She observed as your pink towel bunched at the abdomen before splitting down the sides of your legs in a triangle-like formation. Mind hazy with desire, she couldn’t help but yearn for the other body parts under that towel that she wished to tend to. Ellie internally slapped herself for the heat that followed her nasty thoughts and her tour of your body was cut short. Following the clean, she took some Neosporin to smooth across the bigger gashes that covered your knees and elbow. You winced at the friction.

“It really got you good huh,” she teased, “maybe you can lie and say you got attacked by a bear or something.”

“No, not a bear,” your eyes rolling, “just Ellie Willaims and her antics.” 

“Oh shut up, you had fun.” You didn’t say anything back, just gave a smile, because you knew Ellie was right. As much as you wanted to be upset about how everything went down and how you were so easily influenced by her, you just couldn’t. Maybe because you knew she had no ill intent, or maybe you were beginning to realize that breaking rules wasn’t so bad- perhaps, it was even a little fun. 

You woke up early the next day with everyone else, despite your impromptu grounding. Although you yearned for sleep, the sun shone too bright and the girls chatter, too loud. You pulled the scratchy covers of your twin bed up, making it semi-nice for your next sleep. A sleep you looked forward to, as it signaled the end of this awful day. But, with the cabin overcome by girlish excitement it was hard to remain in such a sour mood. You ventured to the top of an empty but rickety bunk bed to observe the members of team red from above. It was like watching a village of little ants running around prepping for the day ahead. Some flew out the screen door to shower, a few braided each other's hair, and all of them finished dressed up in color coordinating outfits.

As 9:30 am approached, you wrapped up your finishing touches to the last few stragglers with silky hair ribbons and red face paint. By 9:40, the once bustling room was empty and the silence was loud. In an attempt to occupy your wandering mind you cracked open a Nancy Drew book, the 3rd in its series. The crisp pages slid between your fingers as the mystery consumed you, but it wasn't long before your peace was interrupted.

A peculiar knocking sound tore you from the novel opened in your hands. Setting it down on your green and pink bedding, you ventured to your dirty window to scope out the inexplicable noise. On the other side of the glass stood Ellie, like a kid, throwing rocks at your window. You stared out the gray panes that divided her in four, rolling your eyes at the audacity of it all. She continued her little performance pulling out a janky sign written in dried out blue marker. It read I'm bored… You pretend to be distraught at the news, playing into her little game. Ellie then flipped the sign over to show you the back where she had scribbled the words Do U wanna hangout? and then some idiotic smiley face to complete the message. Ellie’s own face mimicked the emoticon as she displayed all her teeth like a child on picture day. It was stupid and cheesy and it was kinda working.

The sign continued to waver in the wind as you consulted the imaginary angel and devil that lurked on your shoulders. You finally answered Ellie (whose arms were getting tired) through the window with a simple middle finger and yanked the curtains closed knowing you weren’t supposed to be leaving your living quarters that day. And although you maintained a tough exterior for the sake of the bit, you felt just a little bit giddy being invited over by Ellie. That same giddiness nagged at your morals until finally you sided with the devil. Besides, everyone will be gone and too busy to catch you guys slacking off.

You rushed to the sink to brush your teeth aggressively and then changed into a red cropped shirt with a wide neck and black biker shorts that sculpted your ass perfectly. You weren’t sure why, but you had this sudden need to impress her. Her opinion now carried a weight that was foreign to you. That weight then influenced a smear of the same cherry flavored lip gloss from the night before, remembering Ellie’s thoughts on it. You slipped the tube into your bra just in case and then skipped over like the girl next door.

Ellie opened up with a smirk. Her hair was messy and despite waking up hours ago her lounge wear remained on. You didn’t mind though. Something about her toned body in a black wifebeater tank and gray sweats made you excited. 

“Well hello there.” She gestured for you to come inside. You sat in the middle of the room on an old, sage green rug. Anticipating Ellie’s next move, you pulled your scuffed up knees to your chest. She plopped down next to you and began to poke.

“I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show up.” 

You scoffed, “I mean, I hate you Ellie, but not that much.” You straightened out your right knee and gave her a little kick in the shin.

“Shut up dude. I know you love me.” Ellie nudged your shoulder and you gave a simple chuckle in response, but inside you were questioning the past feelings of distaste you once harbored for her and the new ones that replaced them. You needed a distraction.

“Sooo.. how are you gonna entertain me??” Your question sent Ellie’s mind to all kinds of places, some dirty most dirty.

“Oh? So you wanna be entertained? How about a little game of poker?”

“Poker?” you said, becoming suspicious of Ellie's seemingly normal answer but the tone of her voice was a dead giveaway to the mischievous plans.

“Well… not just any poker. I play a little differently.” You urged her to continue.

“Like different how?”

“Ever heard of strip poker?” she questioned, scrunching her freckled nose in anticipation of your response. She wouldn’t think twice about indulging in this game with other friends but it was something about you and the unspoken homoerotic nature of your relationship that made the request much more daunting.

“Oh my god Ellie,” you gave a long sigh, “Do you really wanna see me naked that bad?” Usually her face would go bright red at a comment like this but today she was prepared for your little quips, having taken the leap to propose such a game in the first place.

“No. I wanna watch you lose.” she stated bluntly. And with her words, a jolt of that familiar cutthroat attitude surged through your body along with a little arousal that you ignored, pretending it was just adrenaline. 

“Oh you’re on.” you spat. What had Ellie Williams done to you? Just days ago you would have opposed such a scenario like sneaking over to play strip poker but her dangerously seeming presence was exhilarating to you. She was a drug you just couldn’t quit. And before you could even think twice, that drug was pulling out her playing cards and popping a mixtape ← into her old cassette player.

You grew quiet and the music grew loud as you anxiously waited for Ellie to shuffle the deck. She had a classic one with the red patterned backings. The cards slotted into each other as Ellie thumbed the split stack from bottom to top. It made a satisfying noise that repeated a few more times before she dealt them out between the two of you.

The rules were simple, each chip signified an article of clothing, whoever had the worst hand lost a chip and a little bit of dignity along with it. A stack of 4 old poker chips sat in front of you balancing on the ridges of the rug. 1 for your shirt, 1 for your shorts, and 2 for each sock. Ellie had the same. You could practically feel the sweat gathering on your brow as the game began. The first round was close, Ellie with a straight and you with 3 of a kind.

She quickly snatched up one of your chips before saying, “You lose!!” 

“This is just the first round, don’t get used to it.” you replied, peeling off your left sock. Quickly you placed your other foot on top of the now bare one, hiding it from Ellie like it was something to be embarrassed of. She took note of your behavior and clarified her intentions.

“You know, I don’t have a weirdo foot fetish if that's what you’re thinking.”

“Oh my god. Shut. Up. I don’t think that, I just don’t want you looking at my feet.” You turned your face away from her, putting your hand up theatrically. Your embarrassment amused Ellie.

“Just wait till you have to take your top off.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” You tried seeming confident in your reply but your face felt hot and your hands were clammy. You didn’t want to imagine being so exposed in front of Ellie. What if she doesn’t like it? Why did it matter if she did?

“Right, we’ll see how that goes…” Ellie’s voice trailed off, letting go of your stubborn ramblings. The game continued as so; round 2: you won, round 3: you won again, round 4: Ellie won. At this point there were no more socks to take off. Your stomach twisted and turned thinking of the next possibilities. Part of you wanted to give up and take off but the other part of you wanted to stay around and see what Ellie looked like without a shirt. This confused you.

During round 5 you could hardly focus, but luck was on your side when all Ellie could present was a pair against your straight, leaving you a winner. Without a second thought she crossed her arms grabbing at the hem of her tank. Her biceps flexed with motion as she pulled it over her head revealing a black sports bra. You stared unintentionally, mouth agape.

“Like what ya see?” Ellie remarked. Your cheeks flushed red and your head shot down into your lap like a reflex. 

“Relax, we’re just friends having fun. You can look.” she continued. Right… friends. You took a deep breath in trying to calm yourself. There was still more of the game to play and a craving for victory that lingered.

The next round was brutal leaving you with a measly high card, the worst hand you could get. Before Ellie even revealed her hand, your mind was at war deciding if you should remove your pants or shirt first. This felt like so much more than a simple game of cards with a friend. I mean here you were in front of half-naked Ellie, questioning if she was more of an ass girl or if she liked tits better. After your losing cards were revealed you took a pause, twirling a stray thread around your finger that you had pulled off the rug. Just as you were settling on pants Ellie interrupted.

“If- If you dont wanna, you don’t have to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Ellie was starting to feel guilty for roping you into her games. For her, this wasn’t about winning, it was about pleasure and that's what made her feel so bad. You were here to play poker and Ellie was just waiting to see what panties you wore that day. Such a perv. 

“NO,” your voice raised, halting Ellie’s skewed thoughts like your life depended on it. “I want to.” You stood up slowly trying to steady your shaky hands. Gently, your long fingers rimmed around the waistband of the shorts. Ellie sat criss-cross looking up at you like a god. The black spandex peeled off your wide hips and down your thighs at an agonizingly slow pace for Ellie. Finally reaching your knees they fell the rest of the way down, pooling at your ankles. The cool air tickled your pantie-clad privates, sending you back down to the warm spot you left on the floor.

Ellie couldn’t even speak. It was like a wet dream seeing you dressed in nothing but a crop top and some lacey, pink underwear. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable and she could feel as her slick seeped straight through the plaid boxers hidden under her sweats. Too busy with her downstairs, she failed to give you any sort of sign that would hint to the pleasure your body was giving her. You felt stupid for even wanting that from her and flipped to lay on your stomach trying to hide your nakedness. Without Ellie’s approval or encouragement you felt ashamed.

Wanting this moment of awkwardness to pass, you reached for more cards to continue to the next round. Ellie grabbed the deck before you could even reach it.

“Actually uh- we should just stop.” she said, not even able to make eye contact from how overwhelmed she was with lust. Of course, you didn’t know this and a downward spiral of thoughts began. Have you done something? Said something? What happened?

You stuttered out a “Wha- why?” Ellie continued staring down at her crotch. Her stupid crotch- that was the reason why. She knew that if she lost the next round, her sweatpants that shielded her from embarrassment would have to be removed. The large and growing wet spot of your doing was something Ellie refused to let you see. She assumed that if you were to ever discover the amount of arousal a friendly game of poker caused, you’d be disgusted and never speak to her again. 

“I just- I think you need to leave.” You blinked hard and fast, trying to swallow back any tears being provoked by Ellie’s response.

“So… I’m that ugly, huh?” you said, voice now shaking. You felt humiliated.

“No, no!! It’s not th-” 

“Save it Ellie,” you yelled, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. “This is the last time I let you make me out to be some loser idiot who falls for all your tricks! I am not ending up like all those stupid girls who you’ve fucked over!” You kicked open the swinging door taking one look back at Ellie. Her face was dumbfounded, confused, hurt. What were you saying? What was all that supposed to mean? She thought of chasing after you but knew it would be no use. You were too stubborn and upset to be talked to by Ellie, and it was quite clear that neither of you had realized what this game had meant to the other.

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[munson-blurbs]

Hawkins Boys (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader angst/fluff)

Summary: You work up the courage to ask Eddie to the prom, but he seemingly turns you down in favor of Chrissy Cunningham. How will he feel when you show up with Steve Harrington?

Warnings: language, sadness, Eddie is an idiot, brief violence, Chrissy is lovely as always

WC: 2.7k

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You:

Today is the day you do it. The day you face you fears, swallow your anxiety, and ask you best friend to the prom.

Eddie Munson is not a prom guy. He doesn't wear suits, he doesn't slow dance, and he probably wouldn't know romance if it smacked him in the head. But you've had a crush on him for ages, and you had to make your move. If he was going to fall for you, it would be on a night when you were dressed up and gorgeous.

He's sitting at the lunch table alone, waiting for the rest of Hellfire Club to come back with their trays of hot food. He nibbles at a pretzel, smiling when he notices you plunk down next to him. You fish two peanut butter sandwiches out of your bag and hand him one. You've been telling him that your mom insists on packing you two, but the truth is, you always make an extra one for him.

"We're almost done with this godforsaken place," you remind him. "You're gonna walk that stage and finally get your diploma."

"Can't come soon enough," he replies, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Told you all that '86 is my year!"

You giggle. "Would've been more believable if you didn't say the same about '84 and '85." He gives you a playful shove, making you laugh harder.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he's still smiling. "I'm gonna miss these sandwiches when you go off to college." He raises it for emphasis.

"I'll send you peanut butter so you can make your own," you tease, though the idea doesn't sound half-bad. You just imagine him opening up a package filled with jars of Jif.

He cocks an eyebrow. "I thought I was supposed to send you care packages," he says.

There's a brief silence before you begin to speak again. "Eddie?" you start, "would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie:

"Would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie feels himself freeze. He was going to ask you later today after Hellfire, but now he's caught off-guard. He wracks his brain for what to say.

Steve had given him advice, the same that he had given to Dustin: don't seem too eager, too desperate; keep it casual.

"Oh, uh..." he stammers, running his fingers through his coarse hair. "I dunno...I was thinking of asking Chrissy." There. That would throw you off until he could ask you properly.

He notices as your face falls, and while it makes his heart pang, he doesn't read too much into it. He's already planned how he's going to ask you to prom, and he'll make up for it then.

You:

Tears sting at your eyes when you hear that Eddie's asking Chrissy Cunningham to prom. It makes sense: she's beautiful, sweet, kind, and recently broke up with Jason Carver. You blink until your watery eyes clear, but you know it's only temporary. As soon as the Hellfire boys crowd the table, you quietly slip away. The tears start to fall when you burst into the girls' restroom; sobs make your chest heave.

How could you be so stupid to think that Eddie Munson liked you. You'd been friends for ages; if he wanted to take things farther, he already would have. You lock yourself in a stall until you begin to calm down, at least enough so that you can wash your face and look halfway presentable for your next class.

You're blotting your cheeks with a paper towel that resembles sandpaper when she walks in. Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

"Y/N!" she exclaims, worry evident on her pretty face. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," you lie plainly, buying time to think of an excuse. "Just overwhelmed with the idea of everything being...over." Mostly your fantasies of you and Eddie, but you omit that crucial detail.

Chrissy nods knowingly. "I get it. It's like, we're big fish in a little pond, and soon we'll be little fish in a gigantic pond." She manages a small smile. "At least we still have prom!"

Your voice catches in your throat, and you cough before speaking. "About that..." You're not exactly sure why you're doing this; maybe because you really care about Eddie's happiness, even if it kills you. "I think Eddie Munson wants to go with you. But he's shy about it--you should ask him."

Chrissy wrinkles her nose in confusion. "Me?" she asks. "I've, well, bought from him a few times, but I never knew he was into me."

You laugh. "Chrissy, you're the Queen of Hawkins High," you say gently. "It doesn't take much for the guys here to fall in love with you."

She blushes, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "Well, it's not like Jason's gonna take me anymore," she laments, "and Eddie's always been nice to me. Sure, why not?" She pulls you in for a quick hug before flouncing off.

Eddie:

Eddie's relieved when you leave the table; it gives him a chance to go over the plan with the rest of Hellfire.

"So remember," he states, "the goal of today's campaign isn't to win; it's to ask Y/N to prom. Got it?" He looks around sharply at his flock of sheep.

"Got it," they chorus, and he grins.

"Excellent," Eddie says, clasping his hands together. "Now, Sinclair, you're going to--"

"Eddie?" a polite voice breaks his train of thought. He glances over to see Chrissy Cunningham, ponytail swinging in its green scrunchie. "Hi!"

"Um, hi," he answers with a cautious smile. He's not totally opposed to dealing in the middle of the cafeteria, but he prefers the privacy of the woods. "What's up?"

"I was just talking with Y/N," she starts, and Eddie's heart leaps at the mention of your name, "and she said you wanted to take me to prom but were a little nervous to ask."

The other Hellfire members gawp, puzzled at what's unfolding in front of them.

"Anyway," Chrissy continues, "I'd love to go with you! Meet at my place for pictures around 5?"

Eddie sits, slack-jawed, which Chrissy mistakes for introversion. "Here's my address," she slips him a piece of paper and beams. "I really thought I'd have no one to go with after Jason, you know..." she trails off, thinking about her ex's infidelity. "So I really appreciate this." She presses a chaste kiss to his cheek and heads back to her table.

"Dude," Mike Wheeler says finally, "What. The. Fuck?"

Eddie buries his head in his hands. "Y/N asked me to prom, and I told her that I wanted to take Chrissy so she wouldn't be suspicious of my plan, but I guess she...FUCK!" He slams his fists on the table. "What do I do now?"

Dustin slaps a hand to Eddie's back. "Looks like you're taking Chrissy Cunningham to prom, hot shot."

You:

You drive directly to Family Video after school to visit your friend Steve, ditching Hellfire without a second thought. Keith doesn't work Friday afternoons, and you know Steve will let you hunker down in the break room while you throw yourself a pity party.

The tears start up again as soon as you walk through the door. Steve notices immediately, hoisting himself over the counter.

"What happened?" he murmurs, pulling you in for a hug. His eyes widen when you relay the story to him.

"That doesn't make any sense," Steve mutters under his breath, rubbing your back with his strong hand. Eddie had just come to him for advice about you, like, last week. He'd made it abundantly clear that he wanted to take you to prom. Steve hadn't a clue about what changed since then.

"It makes perfect sense," you choke out. "Chrissy is perfect. Everyone loves her; it's not like Eddie is immune to her charm."

Steve takes a deep breath. "I can take you to the prom, if you want," he offers. "I know I'm not your first choice, but at least you won't have to go alone."

You nod gratefully. "Thank you, Stevie," you hug him, smushing your cheek to his chest. "You're the best." The thought of watching Eddie and Chrissy slow dancing still makes you feel sick, but you feel safer knowing that Steve will be by your side.

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Your stomach is in knots as you, Robin, Nancy, and Vickie crowd around your vanity, teasing hair and applying makeup. The four of you look incredible: Robin in a red pantsuit, Vickie in a matching knee-length dress, Nancy in a baby pink tulle gown, and you in an emerald dress that ends mid-thigh. You've never felt more beautiful.

Your hand shakes as you bring the mascara wand to your eyelashes, and Nancy notices.

"Nervous about seeing Eddie?" she asks knowingly, and you just nod. She sighs and takes your manicured hands in hers, squeezing them tight. "He doesn't know what he's missing. Chrissy's great, sure, but you two could be soulmates. If he's too dumb to see that, he doesn't deserve you."

You give her the best smile you can muster and go back to readying yourself.

Steve arrives right on time. He takes a sharp breath inward when he sees you make your way down the stairs. You'd been friends since you were kids, seeing each other go through all the awkward stages of life, and he always considered you to be a little sister to him. Tonight, with you in that dress, he's thinking different kinds of thoughts.

"Y/N, you look amazing," he tells you, sliding a corsage onto your wrist. You pin the boutonniere to the lapel of his suit jacket, giggling as you accidentally prick your finger.

"You look so handsome, Steve," you say truthfully. "Thank you so much for taking me."

"My pleasure," he says, losing himself in your eyes for a moment. He clears his throat suddenly. "All right, let's ship out!"

~

The gym is decorated beautifully; it's hard to tell that it's usually filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers and basketballs bouncing on the wood floor. You make your way to the dance floor with Steve, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, and Jonathan. You're swaying your body and having such a great time that you don't even notice Eddie walk in with Chrissy.

Eddie:

But he notices you.

You're the first thing he sees when he enters the gym, looking absolutely breathtaking in your green dress. Eddie watches as you take Steve Harrington's hand in your own, twirling around and laughing. It's then that he realizes that Steve's tie matches your dress--he's your prom date.

That son of a bitch gave me shit advice so he could steal her, he thinks angrily, clenching his fists. I knew he was still a douchebag. I shouldn't have ever trusted him.

Chrissy wraps her hand around Eddie's bicep, pulling him closer. "You good?" she asks.

"Yeah," he answers too quickly. "Actually, no. Chrissy, I-I think you're an amazing girl. But I wanted to bring Y/N; I got scared when she asked me and made up something about wanting to take you, and not that I don't, but--"

"Eddie, relax," she puts out her hands to stop his rambling. "I thought it was kinda weird when she said you wanted to take me. I mean, everyone can see that you're in love with the girl."

Eddie blushes, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?"

Chrissy laughs. "Do me a favor?" She waits for him to nod before continuing. "Go after her." The band starts playing a slow song, and Chrissy grins harder. "Perfect timing--ask her for a dance."

Eddie pushes aside his anxiety and turns to go find you. And he does--just as Steve leans over and pulls you in for a kiss.

You:

The band starts playing "Take My Breath Away" when it happens: Steve kisses you.

His soft, pillowy lips crash into yours haphazardly, like he hasn't thought his actions through. He gently places his hand on your forearm. You're too stunned to moved, and even more so when the kiss ends abruptly.

Or rather, it's ended by Eddie grabbing Steve by the collar, slamming him into the nearest wall.

Eddie:

"Harrington, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie snarls, shoving Steve so that his head nearly hits the wall.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Steve retorts. "Get your hands off of me and go back to your date!"

"The only reason I had to take Chrissy was because of your shitty advice," Eddie hisses, never letting go of Steve. "Telling me to play it cool, not to show too much interest. See how well that worked out for me."

"I said be aloof, not be an asshole!" Steve spits back. "Y/N asked you to prom--you should've said yes. Is she supposed to sit around and wait for you? After you straight up rejected her for the head cheerleader?"

And then Eddie finally sees it from your perspective. You worked up the courage to ask him out. You stood there while he seemingly chose Chrissy over you. You set him up with her, still wanting to ensure his happiness. And now you had moved on, moved on with Steve Harrington, and Eddie just had to accept that.

Unless he didn't. Unless he fought for you, like she should've been fighting for you this whole time.

"Where'd she go?" he asks, wide-eyed.

"Put me down, and I'll help you find her."

You:

You run out of the gym, desperate to escape the escalating drama. Footsteps echo behind you, and a male voice says, "There she is."

A large hand grabs your small one. You're pulled back, finding yourself face-to-face with Eddie.

"We need to talk," he says, his voice serious but gentle.

You shake your head. "Go dance with Chrissy and stop worrying about me," you tell him. "Please just leave me alone."

"I don't wanna dance with Chrissy," he says. "I wanna dance with you. I had this whole campaign planned out where I was gonna ask you to prom at the end, and all the Hellfire guys were in on it, but then you asked me and I panicked."

"I don't need your pity, Eddie."

"It's not pity," Steve interrupts, hands in his pockets. "It's the truth. He's an idiot, but he's an idiot who loves you."

"And you?" you ask quizzically, still confused about the kiss.

Steve chuckles softly. "I'm just an idiot who got caught up in the moment. I shouldn't have...I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, and he nods before starting to leave.

"Hear him out," he says before going back to the gym, jerking his thumb at Eddie.

You cross your arms over your chest as you turn to the metalhead. "It's really hard to be mad at you when you look so good in that suit," you admit shyly.

Eddie takes a step closer to you. "Remind me to wear suits more often," he jokes lightly,

"Or just stop doing dumb things."

He nods. "Noted." He turns slightly towards the gym doors. "Can I...will you dance with me?"

You grin. "Only if you tell me about that special campaign you had planned. Piqued my curiosity, I can't lie."

Eddie leads you back to the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck; he places his on the small of your back.

"So," you start, "that campaign?"

"Oh, right," he says, and you sense some anxiety in his tone. "Yeah, I'll tell you about that. But first..."

And then he kisses you, parting your lips with his own. You kiss him back, never wanting to break it.

It ends naturally, with Eddie smiling too wide to continue.

"What are you so happy about?" you tease, rubbing your thumb against his smooth cheek.

He presses his lips to yours again, more briefly this time. "You're finally my girl. Finally mine."

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hii!!

I have so so much homework I'm so stressed. Like I have more than 20 assignments for math and I'm crying. Could you maybe do one where the reader is so stressed and starts slipping and crying because they still have to finish the work?

Lovveeee youu

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh my sweet love i'm so sorry you're overwhelmed so early in the year. No matter the time of the year, school shouldn't be so overwhelming, it's a place where we're supposed to learn and to spend happy time with friends.

I really hope you'll find a way to studie and do your homework without stressing too much. Remember to spend time for yourself, don't focus too much on your homework, it'll just destroy you more.

If you need help to organize your work you can send me a message! i'll be really happy to help you so you don't have too much in once.

I hope you'll feel a little bit better after reading this my love.

I love you too ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cries, little reader is overwhelmed by school, too much homework, mention of school and assignements, comfrot of daddies, cuddles, hugs, pet names, kisses, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A long day, a heavy head from information and big assignements can only bring to one thing...

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You frustratedly groan as you let your pen falling from your hand. It's been a little bit over two hours now that you're writing and writing and writing across asignements for school and you can feel how big and completed your brain is right now.

Your Papa is in the kitchen, preparing dinner while your Daddy is showering upstairs.

Your Papa doesn't want you to move your butt away from the chair until you finish your homework and the fact that you can't do it is upseting you so much.

Seeing the words written on the assignement, the pen rolling on the table and all the paper spreading across the dining table is stuffing your brain even more.

You can't help the little tears slipping away from your beautiful eyes as you keep gazing the things who's draining you more through the minutes.

You don't want to disappoint your Papa by stopping now. He's always so happy when you finish something for school and is always behind you to push you forward so you can get better but today is just one day too many.

You hear your Daddy walking back downstairs, in a short and shirtless. He has a white towel around his neck and his beautiful metal arm is showing as his skin is still humid from the shower. When his eyes gaze into yours, you can't help all the tears who run out of your eyes.

You drop your eyes on your laps, hoping he was too far away from you to noticed your crying eyes but his fast footsteps that's following your movement is telling you otherwise.

He pulls the seat beside you and sit down in a way to face you. He rests a reassuring hand on top of yours as you silently cry, his thumb gently rubs your hand.

You don't wait for him to say something, you get up from your seat and climb into his laps. He helps you climbing on him and you immediately curl against him, his arms are tightly wrap around your exhausted body as he held you close to him.

He gently swings you from side to side "breath, baby. Just breath, it'll be okay" he whispers "just get everything out, i've got you" he kisses the top of your head

Steve comes into the dining room, thinking he'll find you sitting on your seat, writing one of your assignement for math like you have been doing for hours now. But to his surprise, it's not this sight that he find once he steps in the room.

"baby ?" he says confused, he doesn't lose a time and sits on the seat you were a few seconds before. His hand starts to caress your back in a comfort way as he hears your soft cries who breaks his heart.

"can you tell us what is wrong, sweetie ?" he softly asks.

You sniff and take deep breath to prepare yourself. When you're ready, you turn your head to the side so your cheek is resting against your Daddy's chest and so your Papa can hear you correctly.

"is too much" you sob

"what is too much, beautiful ?" your Daddy asks, his fingers sliding down your hair to calm you down

" 'm assments" you say struggling more and more with your words.

"You had too much work for today ?" your Papa asks. You nod your head before hiding your face back in your Daddy's chest. "sweetie look at me please" his sweet voice ask.

You sniff a few times before finding the strenght to look at your Papa in the eyes "it's okay baby" he softly smiles "look what you did today! It's already so much. You did really great with your homework and it's normal to be overwhelmed with all of this work"

"you don't have to force yourself to work when you have too much. It'll only exhausted you more and it'll be useless. Just tell us when you can't do it anymore baby. Okay ?"

You sniff and nod your head "you don' mad a' me ?" you shyly ask.

"absolutely not, sweetie. I will never be mad at you because you can't do something. The matter is that you tried and that's what happened tonight. I'm proud of you for trying" he kisses your nose "but don't stress too much because of that. You're not in trouble, you're far from that actually"

You giggle and sniff at the same time making him and your Daddy smiles "why don't we go help Papa finishing dinner ? After we can eat the biggest ice cream we ever had while watching movies so we can clear that little head of yours ?" your Daddy proposes as he gently pokes your head with his finger.

You giggle and rest your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and hold you tight once again, knowing that you moved because you needed to be held differently.

"let's put away all of that, mh ?" your Papa grimaces as he points at your assignements "we'll help you doing it later. But we'll do it together, you won't be alone"

You nod and thank him as he moves away your homework. Once the table is clean, your Daddy stands up with you in his arms and walks toward the kitchen, following by your Papa.

He sats you on the counter and winks at you, making you smile. The first true smile since you start your homework...

[joanquill]

Amusement Park Date

You and William have been friends for years, knowing him before he took on the name William James Moriarty. But despite knowing each other for so long, there are just some things you can't confess to each other... and everyone is sick of it.

William James Moriarty

Tag/s: Modern!AU, Long (2.5k+ words)

Song: "Say Don't Go" by Taylor Swift

"Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleedin', bleedin'?!" you and Bonde sang at the top of your lungs, passing the time as you waited for the stoplight to turn green.

"Why'd you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night? Now your silence has me screamin', screamin'!" you continued singing as you grabbed some fries from the paper bag beside you, humming along to the music as you ate.

"Ah...!" Bonde called out, leaning to you as he kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, letting you put some fries into his mouth.

"Ugh, will you two keep it down...?" Sebastian muttered as he removed the wet towel on his forehead, his face practically turning into a blueberry.

"You were the one who thought a drinking competition with Albert before the road trip was a good idea," you retorted, making Bonde chuckle as he grabbed his drink.

Sebastian groaned as he went back to sleep, making Paterson sigh beside him and continue reading police reports.

"Did we truly have to go through the drive-through, though? We might get caught up in traffic,"

"We wouldn't have to if Louis didn't pack the snacks so far in the back,"

"If I didn't, it would be all gone when we reach the hotel,"

As the men continued to bicker, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Yeah, Fred?" you responded, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Can I have some, too?" he politely asked, making you smile.

"Of course!"

During the car ride, you and Bonde continued your karaoke session as your eyes wandered from the windows to the rearview mirror, seeing William at the back reading a book.

Suddenly, William looked up, making your eyes meet as he smiled at you.

You quickly looked away and focused on the window, admiring the view and trying to cool your head.

You saw Bonde glance at you as a smile crept to his face.

You felt your face heat up as you punched his arm, making him laugh.

"And... we're here!" Bonde excitedly stated as he parked the car, making the both of you quickly remove your seatbelts and jump out of the van.

"YEAH, MOUSELAND!" you cheered and were suddenly grabbed by Sebastian.

"Oi, we still have to check in the hotel!" Sebastian reminded you as he grabbed Bonde before you two could run away.

You clicked your tongue as you thought of a way to get out.

"What if James and I get the tickets while you're unloading? That way, we wouldn't waste too much time waiting in line?"

"Paterson and Moneypenny are in charge of the tickets," Louis answered as he gave you your bags, seeing them already leaving the parking lot.

"Aww, man..." you muttered in disappointment.

Before you could put on your backpack straps, William took the bags from you, smiling at you when he saw your confused expression.

"Shall we check in?" he reminded, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"R-Right... Thank you," you smiled, following beside him.

'That surprised me...'  you thought, ignoring the delusional thoughts in your head.

As you and William walked to the hotel, everyone else watched you both from the corner of their eyes.

"It seems Little Will is making his move," Jack smirked, making Sebastian scoff.

"Then shouldn't it just be him and (Y/N) on this road trip? Since that was the plan all along?"

"Don't act like you're not having fun playing matchmaker for Will and (N/N)," Bonde teased as he took the last bag, closing the trunk.

"Besides, weren't you the one who suggested joining them, colonel?" Albert mused as everyone walked towards the hotel.

"That's because the last time we left those two on a date, that great detective crashed it," 

"We're finally here!" you shouted in glee as Bonde cheered beside you when you reached inside the amusement park while the others calmly walked towards you both.

"Oh, look!" you grabbed Bonde by the arm and pointed at a roller coaster. 

It had a couple of loop-de-loops and was clearly one of the biggest rides in the theme park.

"Looks like there's not a lot of people yet, too," Bonde grinned, agreeing to your unspoken suggestion.

"That's because the park just opened," Sebastian yawned as he walked towards you both.

"Are you sure you want to ride that first? Weren't you just eating on the way here?" he reminded, making you pout.

"I guess that's true..." you muttered, not wanting to spill your guts from the first ride.

How about we walk around first and see the gift shop? Bonde suggested, making you smile.

"Yeah! We can get matching headbands, too!"

"(N/N)! Will!" Bonde called out, making you turn around and see his phone facing you.

"Say cheese!" he smiled as you followed, pulling out a peace sign and leaning to William until you heard the camera click.

"Aww, you two look like a cute couple!" Bonde grinned as he showed the photo.

You and William were standing side by side with matching headbands and poses.

You blushed at his comment as you tried to take his phone away from him, but he quickly dodged your hand.

"Wait, my smile looked awkward!" you defended, but Bonde just shook his head and stuck out his tongue at you.

"I think you look lovely," William reassured, making your face flush as you turned away from him.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Sebastian called out, "People are starting to show up! Do you still want to go on that roller coaster?"

"Oh, yeah!" you replied as you hurried to him, "Let's go," you muttered as you started walking out of the shop, but Sebastian pulled you back.

"Let's pay your headband first before we get accused of shoplifting,"

"Are you sure you want to go in the front?" Moneypenny asked in worry, looking at how high the roller coaster would get.

"Mhm! I'll be fine!" you reassured, making her take a deep breath as she took the seat a few rows behind you.

All the others started taking the seats behind you, leaving William to sit beside you.

"Excuse me," he politely said as he sat down next to you, the safety restraints going down on your shoulders simultaneously.

"Have fun!" Jack smiled as he waved at your group from the outside, guarding your things as he watched the ride begin.

"Are you feeling alright?" William asked, sensing your nervousness.

"Yeah! I'm okay," you reassured as the ride started moving forward.

"Just dandy..." you muttered, feeling your hands sweat as you tried to focus on anything except William.

"What about you? You and your brothers never went to Mouseland, right?" you questioned, making him nervously smile.

"Yes... It's our first time visiting an amusement park," he confessed, surprising you.

"Really? Ah... Then we probably should have started something more easygoing..." you added, your cart slowly approaching the pinnacle of the rails.

"And why is that?" William questioned as the ride stopped at the very top.

"Because this ride also goes backward," you answered as you all shot backward, hearing screams from your friends.

"Pfft-"

"Shut it!" Sebastian grumbled as he hit the top of your head, making you squat down as you held the ride photo in your hands while Jack was laughing boisterously beside you.

"S-Sorry..." you giggled, covering your mouth as you held your stomach.

"I-It's just that... It looks like a Renaissance painting-...!" you snorted as you turned away, not wanting to anger Sebastian more as he sat back down on the bench, Fred lying on his lap looking half-dead.

Moneypenny and Paterson were on the other bench, faces a little pale as Bonde looked after them.

Louis held onto Albert's shoulder as they and William stood beside Jack as Herder admired the roller coaster's structure.

"Hoo..." you breathed, calming down as you looked at the photo again.

You were enjoying the ride with your hands up while William did the same, but his expression was calm and barely changed.

Albert was lightly laughing while Louis had his eyes completely closed.

Bonde was laughing behind him, and Moneypenny clung to him as much as she could.

Sebastian was freaking out while Fred had his head down.

And at the back, Herder enjoyed the ride more than you while Paterson clung to the safety restraints.

"I will treasure this for my entire life," you smiled as you hugged the photo, irking Sebastian as Jack started laughing again.

After the roller coaster ride, the group decided to stroll around to calm down, letting you meet some characters, take photos, ride the mellower rides, and stop by some restaurants to eat.

"Whatcha looking at?" Bonde asked as he looked at William's phone, seeing several photos of you posing in front of an attraction, with food, or with a character.

William quickly hid his phone as Bonde gave him a knowing look.

"You know we're here too, you know?"

"(Y/N) has been the one taking our photos. It would be quite unfortunate to see them not in them," William reasoned as he looked away.

"Right... Whatever you say," Bonde shrugged as he finished his churro, seeing you walk up to their table with the food.

"Shall we go to the Ferris wheel next?" you suggested, pointing at the ride as everyone looked at each other.

"I kind of wanted to eat more of those churros,"

"I wanted to see the castle ride,"

"I was hoping we could go to that restaurant we passed by,"

They all started suggesting, catching you by surprise while William glared at them, seeing through their plan.

"Then how about we separate into smaller groups and then meet up before the parade starts?" you suggested as the others agreed.

"All right, how should we-"

"-Then, it's me, Moneypenny, and Paterson who's going to the castle ride," Bonde suggested as he pointed at the names, "Sebastian, Fred, and Herder are going to get more churros, and Albert, Louis, and Master Jack are going to the restaurant," Bonde ended, making you blink in confusion.

"But I thought you and Fred want-"

"-Yeah, but I kind of wanted to see that castle ride we saw on the way," Bonde reasoned as he elbowed Fred.

"A-And I wanted to try the churros again..." he added, looking away from you as he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Okay then," you shrugged, making the group internally sigh in relief, "How about we meet at the carousel before 9:30?"

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Very well,"

"See ya, (N/N)!" they all went their ways as Herder happily waved goodbye at you and William.

"Have fun on your da-" Herder shouted as Sebastian quickly pulled him down, and Fred covered his mouth as you were left alone.

"I guess it's just us two," William sighed, making you tense up.

"O-Oh, right...!" you nervously laughed, realizing what Bonde set you up to.

"Shall we?" William asked as he motioned to the Ferris wheel ride, making you smile.

"Let's!"

"Woah... You can practically see the whole park from here!" you smiled as you watched the scenery, seeing the sunset in the distance.

"Ah! You can even see Seb and the others," you chuckled as you waved at them, making William smile.

"Oh! Hold on..." you rummaged through your bag and took out your phone, taking a picture of the scenery.

"Will, should we take a photo together?" you asked in excitement, catching him by surprise.

"I-I mean!" you quickly added, realizing what you just did, "You don't have to if you don't-"

"-Sure," he agrees, taking the seat next to you and taking out his phone.

"Sorry, may I move closer?" he asked, seeing how far you two were in the camera.

"Y-Yes..." you replied, keeping your hands close to you as you looked at the camera.

"You can relax," William lightly laughed, making you blush and scoff.

"Well, excuse me..." you retorted, leaning closer to him and fixing your hair.

"Ready?" he asked as his screen showed you both with the sunset in the background.

"Ready!" you replied as William took the photos and leaned toward you.

You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you tried to calm down, hoping William wouldn't notice.

"There," William finished as you both looked through the photos.

"Oh, can you send those photos to me?" you smiled as you took out your phone.

"I wanna make Sherlock jealous-" you stopped as you opened your camera roll filled with pictures focused on William.

"Pfft," William hid his mouth as he turned away, making you flush.

"D-Don't get the wrong idea!" you denied, punching his arm and shoulder.

"I have photos of everyone since you guys barely take any!" you reasoned, making William laugh as he caught your hands.

"Is that really the reason?" he cheekily asked, making your cheeks hotter.

"Y-Yeah... It is," you denied, sitting down as William kept his hold of your hand.

"Then how come I make up the majority of it?" he questioned, feeling steam come out of your ears.

"Because you're my best friend?" you answered, unsure if it was enough to convince him.

"Hmm... Is that all I am?" he asked, pulling you closer to him as you kept looking away.

"Yeah... You are-" you tried pulling your hand away from him, but you were met by his gaze and brazen smile inches away from you.

"Then why won't you look me in the eye when you answer?" he asked, his voice soft at how close you two were.

You tightened your jaw as you looked away, unsure how to answer.

"...You're smart. Don't you have the answer already?"

"I might have, but I want to hear you say it," he urged, his other hand holding your chin as he made you turn to him.

"Won't you tell me?" he added, making you glare as you looked away.

"...You are an absolute prick, sometimes. You know?"

You hid your face in your jacket as William continuously smiled beside you, holding your hand as you walked towards the carousel.

"...Not a word to the others," you muttered, making him chuckle.

"I believe your cute blushing face tells it all," he retorted, making you glare at him as you reached the carousel.

"It seems we're the first ones here," William muttered as he glanced around.

"Shall we ride the carousel as we wait?" he suggested, making you come out of hiding.

"...Can we?" you asked, making him smile.

"It will be quite a while before the others come back. We might as well enjoy the rest of our date," William winked as he led you to the entrance, making you blush and hide behind him.

"Since did you become this cheeky?" you grumbled, making him chuckle as you walked up the carousel.

"Since you finally agreed to become mine," he answered, lifting your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You quickly pulled your hand away and rushed to one of the horses, a laughing William following closely behind you.

[venturelovebot]

A/N: Thank you sm for requesting again!!! It rlly does mean a lot to me, so I hope I did your request justice!!! Link to request is here!!!

Premise: NOBODY YELLS AT Y/N!!! NOBODY!!! Someone's about to learn that the hard way.

Warnings: Bullying, verbal abuse and a well deserved ass whooping. Other than that, none!

"Good god, why are you so fucking worthless?" Your bosses voice boomed. "Tell me again why I hired you? You can't do anything right!"

Your body freezes up like a deer caught in headlights and your gaze is cast downward towards your feet. Tears instantly obscure your vision and your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. A couple of your coworkers stifle laughs behind you.

"I-it wasn't me..." Your voice came out as a horrified squeak.

"Then who was it? Who else was in here besides you?" Your bosses voice echoed on the tile walls. "Your hands are literally the same color as the paint!"

You glance at the vulgar graffiti that depicted your raging boss. The discarded spray can lays empty on the ground below it. Your hands are stained in the same color from attempting to scrub off the mess just moments earlier.

There's no use trying to defend yourself as you'd inevitably be blamed once again.

Your boss only sighed at your silence. "Get out of here. Go do anything, just get out of my sight." They spat.

You wash your hands and run from the bathroom and into the back of the store. You slump up against the walls of the dark storage room and cry until your voice gives out. This is the second time this month that you fell victim to another scapegoat.

Just as you finished up sobbing your phone gently buzzed in your pocket. Your heart feels lighter immediately after seeing who was contacting you.

💛 lil meow meow 💛: HEY!!! I thought I'd pick you up today!!! Look what I got!!!

They sent you a photo of a stack of take out food located in the back seat.

💛 lil meow meow 💛: I'm on my way!!! Can't wait to see you!!!

They sent a selfie blowing you a kiss and you can't help but giggle at their silliness. For a brief moment everything in the world was right again– until the door to the storage room opened up.

Your boss throws cleaning supplies at you and just narrowly misses hitting you in the head with all purpose cleaner.

"Hope you weren't thinking about clocking out. Your ass is working overtime for that stunt you pulled. Now get to cleaning!" They barked.

"Okay, but..." you gulped in pure fear, "What about the mop?"

"Mops are for good employees that don't make their bosses look bad. Not you. Now go!" They commanded.

Without having to be told again you stuff your hands into a pair of cleaning gloves and fill the bucket up with soap and warm water. In a single second your out the door and down on your knees scrubbing the grimy, cold floor. Your knees and back immediately felt the harshness of it.

One of your coworkers spits their gum out on the floor in front of you.

"Oops! I think you missed a spot." They laugh.

"Of course they would. Can't expect a lot from such a lazy piece of shit." Another coworker chimes in.

Their words linger in the air and you fight back more tears. You couldn't let them see you cry again.

You glance up at them for a moment and notice paint spattered on both their uniforms– it's the same color as the graffiti in the bathroom. Anger mixes with the sadness inside of you as you take a paper towel and throw away the discarded gum.

"Well! We're going home. See you next week, boss!" Both coworkers clock out for the evening and you're left alone once again.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket again but you don't dare check it. Your boss is hovering over you like a helicopter making sure you're doing as you're commanded. It buzzes one more time before you hear it accidentally fall to the floor beside you.

"Oh? Texting on the job? Let's see... who is 'lil meow meow'?" Your boss teases.

Headlights pull up outside.

"Look! They're calling you! Let's see what they have to say about your prank you pulled on me." Your boss answers your phone and places it up to their ear.

"Hello? This is [Y/N]'s boss." They pause for a moment. "I'm sorry but they won't be able to make it home–"

Despite your best judgement you lunge for your phone and end up knocking the bucket of water across the floor. The suds spill out and fill the cracks and crevices that you've meticulously cleaned over the course of tonight. For a moment, all is quiet.

Your boss breaks out in laughter.

"Do you fucking hate yourself or something? Or do you just love spending time here? Now you have even more shit to clean up!" Their voice booms. "It really is the only thing you're good for!"

The soft ringing of bells catches your bosses attention. "Sorry– we're clo–" they had no time to finish their sentence as Sloane's fist connects with their open mouth.

"Don't talk to [Y/N] that way ever again! Do you hear me?"

Sloane continues pummeling your boss into the sopping wet floor. In the midst of the chaos you grab your phone and place it safely back into your pocket before grabbing Sloane's shoulder and pulling them off your beaten boss.

"Babe, it's okay..." You talk to them calmly and try to deescalate the situation.

"It's not okay! You don't deserve to be talked to like that!" They argue, dusting themselves off briefly.

"Really. It's fine, I can handle it."

Your boss groans and stands up again. Their nose is dripping with blood.

"You've really done it now." Your boss stumbles for you and grabs your arm. "You worthless, god awful piece of fucking garbage! That's what you are! You're nothing but human garbage!"

Their nails dig into your flesh and you cry out from the pain. With no second thought Sloane kicks your boss square in the gut and sends them flying into a display rack. Fallen items trap them in their position helplessly.

"Don't you fucking talk to [Y/N] like that! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you!" Sloane yells in their native language. "Nobody talks to them like that! Nobody!"

You wrap your arms around their waist and pull them close. "No more yelling, please..." You beg. They take a couple of deep breaths.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that." They guide you towards the door away from the scene.

"No! Thank you!" You cry, hugging them close and crying. They rub your back comfortingly and rock you gently back and forth.

"Come on, let's get out of here. The foods getting cold." They give you a kiss and open the car door for you.

You nod and buckle your seatbelt.

"If you have anymore trouble please tell me. As long as I'm around I won't let anyone treat you badly. Okay?" They look at you and put the key in the ignition. You simply nod again.

"Alright. Let's go get you cleaned up. You only deserve the best!" They smile.

You feel a deep sense of safety and appreciation in your heart– something you desperately needed after tonight.

"Good thing you're the best, then." You reply.

"Aww, shucks... you're just saying that!" They blush softly from your compliment.

"No, I know so. And thanks again for sticking up for me." You lean over and give them a kiss on the cheek.

"Anything for you! That's a promise!"

You take their hand in yours and watch the street lights fly by in the night.

[sainzfilm]

request: hii can i please request carlos and you have been dating for a few years and he finally propose to you under the northern lights during winter break, thanks 💗

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: …..ANON YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY wtf this is so romantic i love this and i love carlos sm he’s my everything ok im gonna shut up now. also had to repost because i forgot to put tags and tumblr keeps messing up :/

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"Carlos, wake up!" You exclaimed as you poked his cheek repeatedly, "It's evening now!"

"Amor, 5 more minutes." Carlos groaned as he rolled over in bed, pulling you closer to him, "We have all the time in the world."

"Please," You whined as you squished his cheeks, "I won't give you a kiss if you don't wake up from your nap right now."

Frowning as he opened one of his eyes, Carlos scoffed, "You know you can't resist me?”

"If you don't get up and get ready right now," You shrugged, "Maybe I can. It's the northern lights! We're finally seeing them! C'mon!"

"Ay, fine, amor," Carlos chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you softly before getting up and walking towards the bathroom, "Hold on."

You nodded eagerly as you stood up and followed him, hugging him from behind as he brushed his teeth, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Always," Carlos replied, muffled from the toothpaste in his mouth, "And, you know how much I love you."

"Of course," You grinned as you peeked from his side and looked up at him in the mirror, "I don't know how you're not fed up with me all these years."

Carlos raised his eyebrow as he gargled and rinsed his mouth, drying it with a paper towel, "It's a privilege to spend everyday with you, baby."

"So cheesy," You laughed as you pushed him out of the bathroom, "Now, l'll bundle you up so we can be quicker!"

"I love it when you coddle me," Carlos grinned as you wrapped his scarf around his neck and put on his beanie, "Makes me feel safe."

"And that's what you make me feel," You smiled as you kissed his nose and grabbed his hand, "C'mon!"

"Wait, let me grab something, you go ahead," Carlos smiled, "I promise, l'll be quick."

You nodded and put on your boots as you went outside of the cabin to bask in the snowflakes falling around you. Everything was truly magical at this point.

Carlos dug around his suitcase as he grabbed something that you weren't aware about. He knew it was the right time and he wanted to make your trip even more special from what was going to take place.

"See, I told you l'd be quick," Carlos smiled as he closed the door behind him, "Pretty cold, huh?"

"Definitely cold," You laughed as you held onto his arm and leaned in, walking out in the middle of the snow, “You're here to warm me up anyway.”

"Of course," He teased as he wrapped his arm around you, "You think this is the perfect spot?"

Looking around to spot a few other tourists, you nodded and smiled, "Perfect."

Sitting down on the snow in between Carlos legs, you leaned back against his chest and hummed, "Now, we wait."

"Alright, amor," Carlos mumbled as he kissed your temple and held you close, "It comes around unexpected, no?"

"Yeah! That's what most people say,” You replied enthusiastically, "Usually unpredictable at most times."

"Just us taking a chance here, then?"

"Somewhat like that." You nodded and shrugged, "If it doesn't, I'd still be happy because we got to go on a trip after a while."

"We'll have more trips soon, promise," Carlos said as he rested his chin on top of your head, "I'll always make time for you when I can, you know that."

"Ay, I know that, love," You smiled as you intertwined your fingers with his, "I'm g- Carlos, look! It's happening!'"

You quickly stood up on your feet as you looked at the sky above you, in awe of what the universe is capable of.

"It's so...beautiful," You whispered as you admired the sight above, "Just ethereal."

Carlos smiled as he looked at you, "Yeah. Beautiful."

"I have to take pictures, I need to send them over to Lily!" You gasped as you grabbed your phone from your pocket, "She's gonna love it."

Carlos took a deep breath as he shoved his hand inside his pocket for a different reason from yours, grabbing the small velvet box tightly.

"Mi amor, could you turn around? I want to take a picture of you."

"Yeah, of course!" You nodded as you put your phone back in your pocket, turning around to see Carlos down on one knee, "Oh my god.”

"Y/N, mi amor," Carlos smiled lovingly, a twinkle in his eye, "When I met you, you were stubborn. You were this sassy girl that I steered clear of most of the time. But then, remember when Lando asked me to drive you home - we had a great time then, didn't we?"

Nodding, you laughed as you had tears in your eyes, “That was a hostage, Mr. Sainz."

"I think that was the day I opened my heart again. Believe it or not, I'm still shocked as to how we got together," Carlos chuckled as he shook his head, "I'm way too lucky to be with you. You loved me with every bit of your heart."

Bringing out the small box and opening it, revealing a diamond ring, Carlos smiled, "I want to spend every morning with you, every birthday, all the ordinary and special things in life - I want it with you. Year after year."

"So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

Tears falling down your eyes as you nodded, "Yes."

Carlos grinned as he slipped the ring on your finger, standing up to pull you in for a kiss. You were right, everything was as magical as you thought it would be.

bonus scene!

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carlossainz55 how it started vs. how its going ❤️

i love you yesterday, i love you still. always have and always will. here's to spending the rest of our lives together, mi amor.

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charles_leclerc you finally did it!!! congratulations, mate. so happy for the two of you ❤️

landonorris cheesing so hard right now. happy for you and Y/N, congratulations, brother!!!

lewishamilton cheers, mate!!! 🍾🤍 wishing the best for the two of you

lilymhe take care of my best friend 🥹 congratulations to the both of you xx

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sainzupdates OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING THE BEST COUPLE ON THE PADDOCK

ynupdates THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET LITTLE SAINZ’S

yourusername i love you with everything that i am. you’re my forever in this lifetime and through all the lifetimes that i’ll have. 🖤

danielricciardo damn it, Y/N. someone’s cutting onions around here

[sports-on-sundays]

boulevard of broken dreams / LN4 / Part 2

Summary: After meeting a savior, there's still a lot of mess to clean up.

Warnings: drunk, partying, stranger touching reader, use of the nickname 'Lan' for Lando because I think it's cute ok?!, hangover

Requested?: Yes. Thank you for the suggestion, @rorabelle15

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who enjoyed part 1! Here's a part 2, if you're interested. And if after that you're interested, I'd be willing to write a part 3, in which things kind of get bad again, but of course with a happy ending. Here's the link to part 1:

Sometimes, the sunshine that appeared, found you, and is helping you pick up all your pieces, leaves.

Sometimes you stumble back to where you were.

And the guilt is worse, because you know your sunshine wouldn't ever want you to go back there again.

Your head is thumping in sync with the beat to the party music. There's a bit of wine dribbled down your collar, but you don't remember how it got there, and frankly, you couldn't care less. All that matters is swaying to the music, letting go of everything, and having the night of your life, that won't feel so fun when you wake up with a hangover and a guilty conscience in the morning.

There's a man with tan skin, messy slicked back brown hair, and striking eyes, and he's got his hands all over you. You feel a twinge of fear deep down, but you're sure to brush that off as quick as you can.

It's all good. We're just having fun.

His hands caress all over your body, and before you know it, his lips are leaving imprints on your neck that you'll definitely regret tomorrow when you're sober again.

But for now, you giggle and let him do what he wants with you.

And once he's finished with you, he leaves you and moves onto someone else.

And you flop on a stool at the counter. You dig into your Coach purse, fish out the final bit of your cash, and demand another drink. After receiving it, you chug it down, then stagger up to head back out on the dance floor.

But you bump into the last person you want to see here, right now.

Not because you don't like him. No. It's the exact opposite.

It's because you love him. And he loves you.

And Lando can't be seeing you here, like this.

Damn it.

You watch as Lando's eyes practically pop out of his head. He grips your arm, and pulls you away from the dance floor, against a wall. He stares at you, his mouth hanging open.

"Heeeyyyy... Lan... Lan..." you hiccup. "Why're you here?"

He shakes his head. There's that look in his eyes. He's disappointed.

In you.

His hand moves up, and brushes some strands of hair away from your face. "I was just going out for a drink with friends... How many have you had, Y/n...?"

You swallow. Everything's warped and weird. "I... I dunno. Why don't you... have a drink? Maybe we could dance together...?"

"Oh, Y/n, no. No, no. Not a chance. I'm bringing you home now."

You bite your lip, protesting, "No... Lando, I don't want to... I don't want to go home..."

But he pulls you to his side, and leads you to the door, through all the people. And there's not much you can do to resist his strong arm in your intoxicated state.

It feels like it's just you and him, and it feels terrible.

"I don't want to leave, Lando," you wail as he opens his car door.

"Well, that's a shame," Lando says through gritted teeth, "because we are going home."

And that's that. He drives you home, gripping the wheel all the way, and when you get home, he leads you to the bathroom. He wets a paper towel and begins wiping the smeared mascara and lipstick from your face. As he does this, you stare at his brown eyes. They look hard, and upset. Your eyebrows furrow, and some not-so-good emotions of concern and guilt flood you.

But then Lando sighs. His hand drags across your cheek, and he mutters, "You can shower tomorrow morning. You need to sleep. Stay here. I'll get you some clothes to sleep in, and then you should go to bed."

"Here?" you ask, looking up at Lando with googly eyes.

"Yes, here," he grunts. "You can sleep in my bed. But I don't feel like sleeping with you; I'll sleep on the couch."

Before you can respond, he walks out of the room to fetch you a change of clothes. When he comes back, he tosses the clothes to you, shuts the bathroom door behind himself, and you change into a light pink t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. They're a little big on you, so you tie the drawstrings tight and stumble out of the bathroom, calling, "Uh, Lan?"

Just like that, he's there. He grabs your wrist gently and brings you to his bedroom. You climb into his bed slowly, and he pulls the blanket up to your chin for you. He smooths it out, before walking across the room to the door. He flicks the light off, so you can only see his silhouette in the doorway as he murmurs with an exhausted sigh, "Good night, Y/n."

You watch as the door begins to shut.

A little fire goes up within you, and you say, "Wait, Lando."

The door stops moving. It slowly creaks open again. You stare at his dark figure, hesitate, and then stumble out, "I... Thank you, Lan. I... I love you. You're my sunshine."

Lando takes a few steps closer, so you can see him a little better. "Did you say I'm your sunshine?" he asks gently.

You nod slowly, looking up at him. You hold your hand out to him. He steps closer, and he takes it in his. Your hand is a little shaky, but Lando's grip is firm.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

He squeezes your hand. "It's okay," he whispers. His thumb runs over the back of your hand. "I forgive you, Y/n. And I love you, too."

You nod.

He gives your hand another squeeze before letting it go, gently. He softly removes some hair on your forehead, before muttering, "Good night, Y/n." He walks to the door, watches you for a few moments, and finally the door slowly creaks closed again, with a soft click.

"Good night, Lan."

In the morning, you lay in Lando's bed for a while, awake, just staring up at the ceiling, tears slowly and silently falling from your eyes.

Finally, though, you slip out of the bed, wipe your cheeks, and pad over to the door, feeling like there's an extreme weight on your skull, causing it to pulse. You slowly pull the door open, peek into the hall, and call, "Lan- Lando?"

There's a few seconds of silence, before you hear his voice call, "Coming!" And soon enough, he's walking into the hallway, and towards you. He's wearing a hoodie, grey sweatpants, and a necklace around his neck.

It's clear he's already showered and gotten ready, which prompts you to ask nervously, "What time is it?"

Lando hesitates, before saying, "10:30 A.M." When he sees the distress in your eyes, he quickly adds, "Hey, but don't worry. You needed that sleep."

"Don't you have plans today? I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from your plans-"

"Shush. No, I don't have any plans. Don't worry. Now, would you like to take a bath?"

You hesitate, but then nod. Lando nods as well and says, "I'll fill up the bathtub for you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he responds in a level tone. "Go undress in my room. There's a clean towel draped over my chair you can use."

"O- Okay..." you respond, before going to do just that.

In the mirror in his room, you look at yourself. You look at the marks that stranger left on your neck last night. You sigh, dismayed, and feel anger rise up within you as you touch them gently with your fingers, despite knowing it is completely your fault for putting yourself in such situations.

So you wrap yourself in the towel and walk back to the bathroom. It smells like sweet vanilla, and the tub is full and bubbly. You wonder where the scent came from, but don't ask. Lando stands up from the side of the tub and says, quickly leaving, "I'll leave you to it. Call if you need anything."

So you step into the warm water, let yourself sink into it, and relax. The warmth and the scent seems to calm your deepening guilt and slow down your rushing thoughts.

You sigh, contented.

When you finish, you begin draining the tub, before wrapping yourself in the towel again and calling, "Lando?"

"Yeah?" you hear his voice ask back from the other room.

"Uh- What clothes can I wear...?"

"Oh, sh*t," you hear him say to himself, before saying, "Sorry, I forgot! I'll get you a change."

You wait, and soon there's a knock on the door. You open it a crack for him to hand clothes to you through the door, which consist of a loose long sleeve black shirt, fuzzy socks, and comfy sweatpants. When you exit the bathroom and enter the living room, your hair wrapped up in the towel, Lando looks up from his phone and softly smiles, "You look nice and comfy," he comments.

"Thanks," you smile weakly.

He pats the spot next to him, slipping his phone in the pocket of his black hoodie. "Come on. Why don't you sit down next to me?"

You nod and walk over, doing just that. Lando wraps his arm around you. You swallow, feeling a little awkward, and mutter, "That bath- it was really nice and relaxing. Made me feel a lot better."

"Good," he smiles, pleased with this information. There's a few seconds of silence, before he says hesitantly, gently rubbing your shoulder, "Well, what happened? Why did you do it?"

You swallow. "I don't know, Lando... I guess I just... When you're gone at races or back at your home in Monaco... I miss you... a lot..."

His hand freezes on your shoulder. "That's why? Because you missed me?"

"Yeah, well, pretty much. And when you're here, I'm happy. But when you're not, all the stress comes back... I'm sorry, Lando... I'm sorry I'm so clingy... I just... I'm sorry I annoy you... I don't know why you haven't given up on me yet, like everyone else..."

"Hey, stop that," he says firmly, grabbing your hand. "Haven't I already forgiven you? And the only time I get annoyed at you is when you hurt yourself. Because I love you. You're so important to me. I don't want to see you in pain. But I'll never, ever give up on you. It takes patience, Y/n... You just need time to heal, and that's why I'm here to help you with that."

You sigh and nod slowly.

He sighs as well and says, "I wish there was some way to always have you by my side..."

"Lando, I feel so needy..." you confess softly.

But he responds earnestly, "But that's okay. It's okay to need other people. It's been months since we met, and we're becoming better and better friends. To the point where I do love you. But Y/n, this isn't a one-way street."

"What do you mean?" you ask, looking up, meeting his eyes.

"I think sometimes I need you, too. You don't try, but you're like a refuge to me. You get my mind off all my stress, too. I like spending time with you, and you always listen to whatever I need to say."

Your eyes begin to water slightly. "Really?"

"Of course!" he nods earnestly.

You stare, and sniff. You wipe your eyes before leaning in and hugging him. He hugs you back as you say, "Thank you, Lando... That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me in years... You're so special to me."

He grins. "You're even special-er to me!"

You smile softly through your tears and whisper, "You're my sunshine."

He grins even wider, and leans away to wipe your tears. "Do you know, I love that nickname? Well maybe you're my lovely moonlight."

To you and your dark world, sunshine is all you need. You don't understand how sunshine would need moonlight. How does that even work?

But you trust your sunshine. So if he said it, it must be.

Lando gives you a few months, and you're getting better. Things are getting better. And your relationship is getting...

Very close.

One day, you're sitting together, snuggled on the coach, each respectively doing important things on your phones, when Lando suddenly sets down his and says, "I've got a few important things to talk about with you."

Your eyebrows immediately crease together, and a pit threatens to form in your stomach. "Oh no."

But Lando grins. "Jesus, don't look so worried! It's nothing bad."

"You said it like you were about to tell me you're moving across the world and I'm never going to see you again or something!" you half-heartedly complain.

But Lando smiles, amused at this, and ruffles your hair, "Do you worry I would ever do that?"

"I don't know... Maybe..."

He shakes his head. "You worry about too many silly things. No. The first thing I want to talk about with you is your job."

You blink in surprise. "Why my job?"

"Because you hate it, and it one of the things that makes you most miserable, and I hate it when you're even the slightest bit not happy." Your heart warms at this from Lando as he continues, "So, I think you ought to quit your job."

But you snort ruefully. "Oh, yeah, and then what? Go and become a race car driver? You've only taken me karting once."

"No..." he trails off, seeming to know what he wants to say, but unsure of how to say it. Finally he sighs and says, "I make a lot. If you came and lived with me..."

Your eyes pop out of your head. "You mean your smaller place here in the U.K., right?"

He hesitates, before a sheepish smile appears on his face. "No, I mean Monaco."

"How the hell am I going to repay you?!"

"That's the point. Your happiness, and getting to be with me all the time, is the payment. I get you, you get my house and food for free, without having to work."

"You're insane!" you gasp, covering your mouth at how ridiculously dead serious he really is about this.

But he grins. "I know. So, will you do it or not, missy?"

"Oh, Lando, shut up!" you laugh.

"Well?"

You smile falteringly and respond, "I'll think on that."

You stand in Lando's flat. You only had a few things to bring with you, and you're already all unpacked, and feeling a bad, unsure, nervous feeling within you. Lando's hand from behind plants itself on your shoulder, and as soon as you feel this touch from him, you turn and hug him. He seems surprised, but hugs you back. You sigh. "I just don't know about this, Lando."

"Hey, you're still worrying about it? Come on. It will be an adventure, living someplace new. And you don't have to worry about anything. Because you know I'll take care of you..."

"I still feel bad..."

"Don't. This isn't a hard thing for me. I want this. And I can take care of you. I want you to be happy. Find your thing, you know? And I know you will. I know you're not a lazy person- how hard you've worked for so long is proof of that. And I know you've felt trapped for so many years. Now I'm giving you the opportunity to branch out. See and try new things! Make the most of life! It's an adventure, after all. Maybe the opportunity of the dreams you had as a kid are past, but there's still a lot you can do. You're not even twenty-five yet. Come on. Brighten up. Just think of all the dreams you still can fulfill."

It's your first Grand Prix, in Silverstone. Lando has already shown you around, but you've been keeping close by his side the whole time, since the crowds are a little hard for you. But you love them. You love the luxurious, intense, rich atmosphere.

You even got to meet some of the other drivers on the grid.

But now you sit in the McLaren garage, by yourself, since Lando had to go off to do something. You tap your foot, nervous, feeling like you're just about going insane if you have to sit here a second longer, when suddenly you feel a presence in front of you and look up to see Oscar Piastri.

"Hey," he smiles. "So, are you Lando's girlfriend, or...?"

You immediately feel yourself heat up at this, and at first, you hesitate, not knowing the correct answer, before you blurt, "Oh, no, of course not! We're, uh, roommates."

Oscar nods at this, a smile coming on his face. "Oh, alright," is the response with slight doubt, before he adds awkwardly, "Well, enjoy the race..." and walks off.

And you do enjoy the race.

But after the race, it's all kind of a whirlwind. People are everywhere, and it's busy, and everyone is determined to do or go to one thing or place or another, and you're kind of just caught up in it.

So in the end, you're disappointed that you don't get to see Lando standing on the podium.

You sit in the garage, staring down at your feet, kind of in a daze, when suddenly the familiar sunny voice exclaims, "Y/n!"

Your head snaps up, and you stand up. Just seeing Lando's shining, bright grin is enough to melt your sadness away. He steps toward you. You open your mouth to speak, but suddenly-

You can't.

Because your sunshine's warm, soft lips are on yours. And his gentle hands wrap around your waist, hugging it. He pulls your frozen, confused, shocked self closer to himself. He leans down, and you lean up, connected.

Within seconds, he pulls away, looking down at you. Your head and heart are pounding. You're sweating. Lando's eyes are shining as a mutters, "This was the perfect race for you to come to."

"Lando..." you gasp. "What was that?"

"A kiss, darling. Because I love you," He gently touches his nose to yours. "And I think it is about time we take this to the next level."

"Oh- Oh..."

"Are you okay with that?"

You hesitate, but then nod. "Y- Yeah... You're everything I've... ever wanted... But... why me?"

"What do you mean, 'why me?' You're still thinking in those terms?" Suddenly he cups your cheeks in his hands. "I'll tell you why. You think I'm your savior, and you think you need me. You've told me you need me. You just told me I'm everything you've ever wanted. But don't you understand, that this goes both ways? I need you. You're everything I've ever wanted, and that's just you being you."

You stare up at him, awestruck, in wonder.

And he pulls you into a tight, sweet, warm embrace. He rubs your back and whispers in your ear, "Okay, cutie?"

You nod, and feel a real, lovely, warm smile creep up on you. "As long as you never stop being my sunshine."

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

“I can’t believe you let him do that to me”

- for your angst/hurt asks

Scapegoat (BAU x male!gay!reader)

Warnings: Homophobia, some slurs (f-slur), homophobic language, bad language overall.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL UPSET YOU

"(Y/N), I want you to interview him," Hotch said, "Alone." You falter, unsure of his orders.

"Hotch, do you really think that's a good idea?" Morgan cuts in before you could, ever the big brother figure.

"It'll be fine." He's quick to dismiss any worry, whilst normally that would be enough to dissolve your anxiety, your guy was telling you otherwise.

You nod slightly, trying to ignore the anxiety, you shoot Morgan what you hope is a reassuring smile before you head into the interrogation room. The Unsub, a man named Frank Carrington, looks you up and down with a smirk. You hold back a shiver as you slide into the seat in front of him.

"You must be a real expendable team member," Frank chuckles as he leans forward.

"Yeah? What makes you say that?"

"They put a fag in with someone who they suspect killed six of 'em." Your stomach drops at the slur and your glad your hands are under the table right now, because they're shaking.

"Did you?"

"Did I what?" The man huffs.

"Did you kill those men?"

"Why? Were they your special buddies?" Frank smirks, "They give you a real good time, huh?"

"Did you kill those men?"

"I ain't telling a fairy like you," He snorts, "Get me a real man and maybe I'll talk."

"Sounds like internalised homophobia to me," You quip, "Let me guess, you got jealous that these men had the balls to be out that jealousy turned to rage because you feel like you can never admit that you're gay."

"How fucking dare you-"

"How dare I what?"

"I ain't telling a faggot like you nothing!"

Despite your anxieties, and your thoughts racing, you manage to narrow your thoughts down to just getting a confession. And so, you tilt your head, "But Frank, can't you see? We're one in the same."

The lie leaves an acidic feeling in your throat, but it's what causing his downfall.

"I killed them because they're disgusting! They're sinners and I'm cleansing the world by getting rid of them! How dare you try and tell me I'm the same as you! How fucking dare you!" He shouts, slamming his heads against the table, smirking when you jump. "And while I'm in prison, you're going to be the one I fantasise killing. And when I get out? You're the first one I'm going after."

"Yeah, okay." You dismiss, leaving the interrogation room. You walk past Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss. Morgan looks up from the file, seeing your face, his stomach drops and he catches up to you as you make your way to the bathroom.

"You okay?" He asked as you made your way over to the sink.

"Fine." You answer, turning on the tap, splashing cold water onto your face.

"What happened?"

"Don't want to talk about it." You mutter before drying you face and then hands with some paper towels.

Hotch approached you as you exited the bathroom, "(Y/N)-"

"I can't believe you let him say those things to me." The words slip out of your mouth before you can fully comprehend what you've said. You barely recognise the look of remorse that flashes through Hotch's eyes.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry-"

"You fucking stood there as he called me all those things! You did fuck all!" You shouted, not caring about the looks you were getting about the attention you were drawing to yourself.

"We had to, for the case-"

"I don't give a fuck about the case Hotch you didn't even warn me! I would have been fine if you told me the plan!" You exclaimed, "But you didn't and then just fucking watched!"

You miss the glare that Morgan shoots Hotch, instead you continue, because you've got a hell of a lot to say and right now you don't care that he's your boss. "I'm not just some fucking scapegoat for you to use for getting confessions." You snap. "Believe it or not, Hotch. I have feelings."

"(Y/N)-"

"You know what? Next someone starts throwing slurs, you fucking sit in the same room as them, see how you feel, yeah? And I'll tell you that it's fine because it's for the case. We'll see if that makes the words hurt less, yeah? Especially when someone you trust is on the other side of the mirror, someone you trusted would stop the interview if it got out of hand." You scoff, not giving him a chance to reply before leaving the room.