#he always gave me “home-schooled” vibes which is something I’m always down for

[eternalbuckley]

College Sweethearts. — evan buckley

SUMMARY: Buck and Reader used to be college sweethearts until he was kicked out of college. You didn’t stay in contact, nor did he give you an explanation of why he left completely. Years later your ways found back to each other again. And Buck certainly doesn’t want to miss this possible second chance with you.

word count: 3,287

genre: fluff | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: use of y/n a few times, mention of buck dying a few times, nervous buck, mention of some other events from the show (s1-s3), heavy teasing, readers college degree is not specified, mention and description of alcohol use, mention of weed use, mentions of past hook-ups/making out, english is not my first language, hardly proofread — if i forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: I had this idea while watching a documentary about the planet Venus and immediately had to write it. It might be a bit cheesy but who cares? Everyone needs that sometimes, and Buck is currently the only thing that is in my mind (for weeks). Also: I’m currently working on multiple requests, which could slow me down from posting a bit at the moment! Enjoy reading 🫶 edit: i might make a second part to this once here but nothing’s decided yet!

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Oh dear, love can be such a complicated little and big thing. Especially in your high school or college years. It’s supposed to be something beautiful, right? Well, for you it didn’t start quite easy, nor did it end in a rather beautiful way. In your early college years, you had a few dates with different people. At one point you gave up because no one matched your energy or gave you the vibes that you want to spend more, intimate time with them. You decided to focus more on studying and getting high with your friends a few times but you definitely didn’t plan on finding your (now ex-) fling at one of these stupid college parties.

But there you were, slightly drunk and making out with the infamous Evan Buckley. Maybe you had a small crush on him but did it matter at that point? The both of you started hooking up even after this party and you would lie if you would say it wasn’t amazing. He made you feel good and that’s all you cared about. It was fun while it lasted but at one point, he got kicked out of community college because he spent all his money on his motorcycle. And that was the last time you ever saw him as well. Sure, you were a bit mad because he didn’t say anything to you but you were not his partner. You had no right to say anything about it.

Even months after you last saw him you weren’t ready to hook up or meet other potential future partners. You realized at one point you might have fallen for him but you quickly needed to get rid of those feelings because you were completely sure you would never see him again. Sure, you could have taken a drive to his home but Buck told you a few times that his parents weren’t his favourite people in the world and he’d never want you to meet him. And again: In your opinion, you had no right to do that anyway.

Near the end of graduating your last college year, you decided it would be best for you to move away from your hometown. A fresh start was much needed. Especially after some fucked up friendships over some stupid boys that were in some of your college classes. You needed to get away from there immediately and that’s when you eventually decided to move to Los Angeles. It was always your tiny (big) dream to live there but never imagined you actually would someday. So, taking this opportunity made it even more perfect to start over. With the help of some friends and family members you successfully moved to the big city, it was hard work and saying your goodbyes was still tough for you. But you didn’t want to turn back and focus on the new part of your life even if that meant knowing no one and finding new people that lived in the same city as you.

After some months of living in Los Angeles, you decided to start working in a café until you found a good place to work at. You slowly felt more comfortable and started to feel more at home. You found one friend during this time – Maddie Buckley. You met her in the café you were working at. She came there often to get her a coffee and one day Maddie gave you her number. She told you that you could call her any time you need help or want to talk. Since she knew how it can be to live in a new city without knowing anyone. What you didn’t know was, that Maddie was Bucks sister and she never mentioned him as well, nor did you meet him when you were at her home the few times. Somehow you even missed the pictures that Maddie had of her and Buck in her home. Sure, she mentioned ‘her brother’ a few times and that he was working with Chimney but Bucks name was never mentioned for some reason. You even met Chimney a few times. There were a few times were you almost met Buck whenever he came over to Maddie and Chimney but every time you were already gone.

At one point Chimney invited you to come over to the 118 to meet his colleagues. He planned to set you up with Buck and Maddie helped him, little did they know that you guys already had a shared past. And that there were many details involved between you, including some untold parts. You agreed to visit him the next day since you had a few days off from work and that’s where the little chaos began for you and Buck. You picked out one of your favourite clothing pieces and were on your way to the 118.

Chimney already told the team that you were coming over and slightly begged them, especially Buck, to be nice to you and not make any moves. “Or else you will scare them away, alright?”

Buck was confused about what he meant but decided to ignore it. Once you were there Chimney immediately welcomed you with a hug and a big smile. He showed you the way up to where everyone else was, waiting for you. Buck was currently turned to the stairs with his back but once he heard your voice he quickly turned around since he remembered your voice. He just couldn’t believe that it was you. The moment your eyes met each other your smiles dropped for a moment out of shock.

After a few seconds of silence, you both pointed at each other with big eyes. “You?! Wha-”

“Wait. You both know each other?” Chimney questioned and looked at the both of you, very confused. You never mentioned that you already know Buck.

You slowly nodded your head and turned towards Chimney. You dropped your arm while doing that. “Uhm.. Yeah we know each other from-“

“College,” Buck interrupted you quickly. He was still shocked.

You only nodded your head to Buck’s words; you were shocked as well but not as much as he was.

“Wow. That’s interesting,” Hen mumbled to herself and got up to you. “Welcome to the 118. Chim already told me a lot of stuff about you,” she smiled at you and gave you a quick welcoming hug, which you returned. But your eyes were still glued on Buck.

The rest of the team, excluding Buck, welcomed you as well mostly with a handshake. Buck just nodded and slightly smiled at you. Things were slightly awkward now since there was a lot to explain and to be told between Buck and you. Especially because this had to be done in private, which was the reason why you didn’t really talk with each other. But Buck still made sure to listen to what you were telling and talking about with the others from the team. Even Bobby noticed Bucks staring after the first hour you were there and decided to invite you to stay as long as you want. You even stayed longer for his infamous lasagne, Chimney told you about it already. It tasted amazing but sitting right in front of Buck didn’t help you at all.

Especially because his eyes were still fixed on you. Even Eddie and Hen slightly nudged him to stop staring at you which only helped for like one second until he started staring again. You tried to ignore it but you did catch him a few times. He just couldn’t believe that you were sitting in front of him, here. His thoughts were pure chaos at this point. All he could think about was if you hated him for leaving you without explaining or saying anything. Were you mad at him? He certainly hoped you didn’t but he knew he’d deserve it. Buck wanted to talk to you in private but at work, there was no way it could happen. The one time you were almost alone together, a call for a fire came in. Which resulted in leaving you alone at the station. When the team got back from the fire, you were already back home. But left a little ‘thank you’ note for Chimney inviting you and Bobby for cooking such delicious food.

“You can tell them that they’re always welcome here,” Bobby told Chimney after Buck read out loud the note from you. Buck sighed, how could he talk to you without having to ask Chimney or Maddie for your number? If he wouldn’t find a way, he would do it but he didn’t want them to ask too many questions.

It was already enough to see Chimneys face filled with curiosity. He sure would talk with Maddie about the encounter between you and Buck once he was home. Buck knew he would have a talk with Maddie about you. He talked with her a few times about you already and how much he regretted his decision to leave without saying at least goodbye to you. And especially he needed to ask her how the hell she met you and why Maddie never considered mentioning you at least once.

So, to see a note falling out of his locker surprised Buck a lot. He bent down to pick it up and once he read the words his lips turned into a small and cheeky smile. It was a note from you with your telephone number and a small text added underneath.

“If you want to catch up, just text me whenever you want :) - Y/N/N”

Bucks smile grew even more after he read the nickname you added at the end. He basically gave it to you one evening while you watched your favourite movie and were too distracted with kicking each other out of fun and shared laughs. Despite having started your dynamic with the rule of only making out with each other, you two grew close but never talked about your actual feelings towards each other. Which made it even more sad that you lost contact with each other. But maybe that was what you both exactly needed to grow. Buck was curious to know how you’ve been and what you’re doing now. He would be lying if he would say he never found himself thinking about you over the past years, you never really left his thoughts at all. There were many times where he cursed himself for losing or especially leaving you without saying goodbye. He always imagined the moment where you both see each other again and that you would hate him but after seeing you today, he wasn’t sure if that was real. Now knowing that you gave him your number had to mean something. Buck definitely didn’t want to fuck up a possible second chance with you. He just hoped you would feel the same about him, which you certainly did.

Hen watched Buck go away with such a big smile she hasn’t seen on his face for a while now. She started smiling a bit in slight hopes it had something to do with you after all. Buck was on his way back home and the only thing that was on his mind was you. For the whole drive and even after he was at home for hours. His phone was laying on top of his bed and he walked his room up and down, he needed to decide if he is going to text you. Or well, how he should text you because he wanted to do it. He just didn’t want to embarrass himself. After a while he fell asleep with his phone in his hands, not noticing that he accidentally sent you a selfie while being half asleep. The moment you got his message you chuckled and opened the picture. You replied to him in a flirty but joking manner and closed the messages app afterwards. You fell asleep right after it and woke up to a reply from Buck. He apologized for sending such a picture to you but you admitted to him that you thought it was cute anyways.

And that’s how it ended for both of you. Talking and sending each other many messages. Most of them were filled with teasing and joking. You both were happier than usual and this came with teasing from your co-workers and the 118. Buck was on his phone more than usual and smiling from ear to ear. Obviously, the others noticed that and started teasing him with the worst possible things you can imagine.

“You know who he’s texting with?” Hen asked Chimney while they looked over to the lovebird looking at his phone.

Chimney smirked and nodded, “I guess it must be Y/N, they have been smiling more the last time they were over.”

Hen chuckled, “Of course, it would be them. Who else?”

Eddie joined them, “But don’t ask him about it, he’s quiet like a grave.” Chimney laughed at his comment and focused back on drinking his coffee.

But tonight, was the first time you’d hangout for the first time since you met each other at the station. It has been one week since then and you were nervous to meet him. Of course, it has been fun and nice talking with him over texts but seeing him in person was something else. It was night-time and you were getting ready for the ‘not-‘date with Buck. You were talking with Maddie on your phone, you needed her to help pick out an outfit. After what seemed like an eternity, you finally decided on your outfit, it was elegant but still comfortable for you to wear. It was good enough for staying outside even after the sunset. Maddie wished you good luck and said your goodbyes to each other. With the help of Eddie, Buck was able to choose a perfect outfit as well. He chose one of his white striped shirts, he remembered that you were really fond of one of his shirts that was similar to the one he’s wearing this time. He really hoped you’d like it. Right when you were about to leave Buck texted you, asking if you were on your way. You replied with a selfie, wearing your coat and a smile on your lips. You put your phone into your pockets and left your apartment.

Ten minutes later you got to the place where you were about to meet Buck. He was already standing there, nervously waiting for you. You tapped his shoulder and he immediately turned around.

His lips turned up in a smile. “H-hey,” Buck was immediately calmer.

“Hello there,” you smiled at him. It grew even more after he held a small flower to you. It was your favourite one. You took it and held it happily. “Wait I didn’t get you something.”

Buck shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re here, that’s..” he took a breath to think about his next words. “That’s all I need.”

You smiled at him again and took his arm after he held it out to you as well. You were walking through the park for a few minutes. They were filled with a comfortable silence but you took the turn to break it.

“How long have you been living here now?”

Buck looked at you but your eyes were focused on the flower he gave you. “For a few years now. Since.. You know I got kicked out of college I did many different things and well, ended up here.”

You chuckled and looked up to meet his eyes. “As long as you were happy.”

“Well.. Certainly.”

“Oh, is there something you want to tell me, Buckaroo?” You raised your eyebrows in a teasing manner.

He chuckled at the nickname. You used to call him that a few times back then. “Well.. I almost died. One or two times? My ex-girlfriend left me. Well, she left the whole country and didn’t really break up with me, only that I had to find out she was engaged. Everything while we had to clear out a train crash and I had to save her fiancé. Oh, and let’s not forget that I have a dead brother. Which I only found out a few months ago.”

You stopped walking and your mouth was open. When you asked him if he had to tell you something, you clearly didn’t expect anything of that.

“You.. It’s okay, I’m fine after all. I guess,” he mentioned.

“Damn. I didn’t expect things like that, Buck. I thought maybe you would say something like that you adopted a dog or a cat like you always wanted but… That?” You looked at him with soft eyes. “And you almost died? How can you say this so easily?!”

“I admit, they weren’t my best times but after all everything worked out. Even if I had to file a lawsuit against..” You were already shocked enough, which caused him to stop. “You know, that is something I could tell you later. What about you? Did you almost die once or twice?” He nudged you with his arm and continued to walk with you.

It took you a few moments to gather back your mind after all these news. A lawsuit? You definitely would find the time to ask him about that later.

“Well, I guess I finished college and just decided to move here. And no, I never got the opportunity to experience dying. I think I’ll leave that for you,” you smirked which caused him to chuckle again.

You spent two more hours talking about many different things. Up from Buck slowly finding his way into cooking and photography, that you’re looking for a job in your actual degree, and many more other themes you could spend hours talking about. It was a wonderful and comfortable time. Buck made sure that you felt safe and comfortable the whole time even when you were not looking all he focused on was just you. He missed hearing and seeing your smile and laugh. The way you sometimes moved your head backwards or subtly touched his arm because of his (bad) jokes. You talked about the fact that you knew Maddie and Chimney already but never found out that Maddie was his sister. You both found that hilarious. Overall, nothing had changed between you. Only you both individually, and in those few hours you felt happier than ever. And you got your answer, you truly had grown over the past few years and it was much needed. You felt safer in yourself, were stronger and well and the love you held deep down in your heart for Buck was still there. He walked you home this night and both of you were standing in front of your closed apartment door.

“It was nice, Buck. I haven’t had so much fun for a while now,” you smiled at him which he obviously returned.

“It was beautiful, Y/N. But I have to tell you something else and I.. I don’t know if that c-can wait any longer,” he stuttered. He was nervous you could tell.

You took his hand in a comforting way. “You can tell me anything if you feel the need for it, Buck. It’s okay.”

“You know... Maybe we could go out some time again. But m-maybe... You know as a-“ He stopped himself.

Your smile grew. “As a what? Hm?” You raised your eyebrow with a smirk now.

He looked into your eyes. You could see the hope he had in his own eyes. “As a date? Maybe?”

You stepped one step closer to him and kissed his cheek. “I’d love to.”

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Devil In Disguise

“You look like an angel.”

“Walk like an angel.”

“Talk like an angel.”

You hummed along with the melody softly as you did your usual afternoon run around the block.

Head phones on your ears and Walkman safely tucked into the pocket of your polyester shorts, you jogged without a care in the world.

Oh but you would wish you did care.

A familiar Chevrolet Camaro was speeding up to you, slowing down enough so his car would be out of your sight for the time being, Billy kept his eyes glued to the round globes of your ass peeking under those shorts.

Exhaling from the Marlboro he had just hauled from, he could feel his jeans tighten.

You intrigued him, you were relatively friendly to everyone at school, except him.

“Bitch.” He muttered before revving the engine loudly enough that it came over your music.

Irritated you pulled your head phones off to see who it was that interrupted your vibe.

“Douche bag!” You holler at him while throwing up your middle finger for extra measure.

The corners of Billy’s lips turned up in a taunting smirk, you had balls, for a chick anyway.

He blew down on his horn while gritting his teeth and hitting the gas petal harshly, gravel spraying up from under his tires, right into your direction.

You cry out angrily as the tiny rocks pelted hard into your skin, and glare as the car disappears down the road quickly.

Angrily you jogged the rest of the way home in silence, your teeth grinding together as you thought of Billy Hargrove and his smug smirk.

You didn’t find him impressive or something to fawn over like all the girls at school did.

He was a jerk who just happened to have a hot mullet.

Shaking your head, cheeks slightly pink from complimenting him in your head, you kicked your sneakers off and padded to the kitchen for a cold glass of lemonade.

Looking at the little hand written note your mother had pinned under a magnet on the fridge you groaned, she was away again selling Mary Kay beauty products and wouldn’t be home till Saturday morning.

Sighing you leaned against the counter and sipped your beverage while looking out the window spacing out for a moment or two.

“Guess I should do some homework.” You murmured while taking your hair out of its pony tail and sat down at the table doing exactly that.

The next day in the school parking lot, Billy leaned on the hood of his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips and watched you with brooding eyes.

You were walking with your head down, books clutched tightly to your chest and those damn head phones over your head.

Flicking his ash, he watched you for a moment before smirking as your eyes suddenly met his, mouthing some obscenity to you which earned him a death glare but he seen the subtle blush creeping across your face.

“Fuck off hargrove.” You spit as you pass by him, avoiding his hard blue eyes.

“Panties in a twist princess?” He retorted back with a scoff.

You stop with a dirty look on your face, “You nearly stoned me to death with that stupid stunt you pulled yesterday. You drive like a moron.”

Billy gave you a crooked smile and shrugged before flicking the cigarette butt at you, “Watch where your walking then.”

Glaring, you puffed your cheeks for a moment before turning on your heel and stomped away quickly, fuming.

God he was such an asshole.

Billy chuckled to himself before noticing a tiny flash of gold on the ground near where you had been standing just a few moments ago.

Bending down he carefully lifted a small gold hoop earring, one he was familiar with.

The ones you always wore.

And now another mistake you’d come to regret…

A/N: pt.1 is finally done, I’m ngl I just wanted to get the boring shit out of the way and get into the juice😫

[andromedaexile]

Are They a Stoner? DS9 Edition:

Captain Sisko: Being raised in the south means he has most definitely lit up, and I refuse to believe otherwise. However, after his father caught him smoking and he got stuck on clam duty for a month, he learned his lesson.

Jadzia Dax: Let’s be so real, if she played Tongo with a bunch of Ferengi why would she not own a Betazed bong??? She definitely begged Worf to try it but after his experience with Deanna he only fucks with Blood Wine.

Kira Nerys: OH 100% she was a stoner during the occupation. How would you even attempt to relax in that situation WITHOUT weed? Once the occupation ended Kira stopped messing with weed, but Kira would often hangout with Jadzia, who no doubt brought something to share with Nerys on multiple occasions.

Worf: Blood wine and prune juice.

Dr. Bashir: Before knowledge of him being an augment was made public he never touched anything that could potentially make him not in full control of himself (he did drink a little though). After the knowledge was made public Dr. Bashir and O’Brien definitely were lighting up in the holosuites. That’s why they don’t remember the Alamo.

Erzi Dax: She was straight edge through and through before she was joined with Dax. However afterward…Let’s just say Dax would never turn down an edible.

Odo:

Elim Garak: After the wire was removed Garak decided to stay relatively sober. However, for harm reduction reasons, and to help him cope with his headaches Dr. Bashir prescribed him some medical gummies. He eventually waned off of them completely once Erzi started helping him (he still some times smokes and sews which is why sometimes your trousers don’t always fit right).

Miles O’ Brien: He swore off the “devils lettuce” when he first came aboard the Enterprise. But once stationed at DS9 he quickly realized he would need some of Keiko’s supply of Cannabis-infused tea to remain sane.

Quark: Being a bar owner (best bar on the promenade btw) he is not a big supporter of weed because his main source of profit is alcohol. However, Nog explained to him what a cart is and how you can make a profit from selling them to hoo-mans so he is looking into that as a possible new business opportunity.

Rom: You can’t be a leftist and not have at least tried weed. Also an engineer, so yeah.

Leeta: Oh 10000%. In fact, she’s the plug for the other dabo girls. She even bags her “merchandise” in handmade baggies she makes from recycled textile/fabrics from Garak’s (he owes her because she gave him boy advice).

Nog: No. He follows the rules of StarFleet academy to a T.

Jake Sisko: Hes going to school for writing so yeah. Definitely an edibles kinda guy. His dad has yet to find out despite how many times Jake has come home and slammed an entire pot of jambalaya in 10 minutes.

Keiko O’Brien: Who do you think on DS9 is growing it in the first place?

Gul Dukat: No, he is a snitch who hates fun.

Weyoun: Yes, he is a snitch who loves fun.

Kai Winn: She gives me cop vibes more than Odo does so I’m saying she is a snitch who also hates fun. She also unironically calls weed the Pah-Wraiths Herb or something like that.

Kasidy Yates: Yes, but stopped after jail.

Ziyal: Art school attendee/ art school drop-out. You tell me.

Damar: He’s only a fiend for Kanar (someone help that dude).

[harlowsbby]

A fluff : Jack and the reader instantly hitting it off. When they meet in the airport waiting on their delayed flights.

Open Arms

Having your flight delayed a few hours before you were supposed leave wasn’t exactly ideal or how you wanted to spend New Year’s Eve.

You were meant to be back home in Louisville right about know you sighed and scrolled through your apps on your phone before opening up Instagram, you smiled sadly seeing all of your friends posting videos of them getting ready for the party that was tonight.

Every year on New Year’s Eve your friends and you always went up to the big four bridge and watched the fireworks go off.

You looked around the airport and huffed seeing all of the flight attendants just laughing and joking off it didn’t seem like they were in such a rush to get home nor did it seem like they were even doing anything.

“This is the last time I fly delta.” You mumbled under your breath.

“And why is that? Delta is the best airplane to fly for.” You jumped slightly hearing someone’s voice from behind you, looking up you noticed it was a man but you couldn’t exactly see his face he had his black hoodie up and tied around him pretty good and he had sunglasses to cover his face as if he was hiding from someone.

“Who are you?” You asked and watched how he sat down from across you. “Oh I’m Jack.”

“Oh well in that case Jack why are you sitting next to me when there is millions of other seats here.” He laughed, it was something about his laugh that had your stomach doing an entire 360 you didn’t even know this man but he was already having some type of affect on you.

“I mean it seems like we’re the only two in this airport so why not try and make a little friend, where are you headed?” You wanted to lie and make up where you were going but something about him just gave off this friendly and not creepy type of killer vibe.

“I’m going back home to Louisville I was supposed to be there later on today for New Year’s Eve but looks like I’ll be spending it in the airport.” You expressed sadly.

“You’re headed to Louisville as well? So am I.” “Really?” He smiled and nodded “Yeah usually for New Year’s Eve we always watch the fireworks on the bridge.”

Was this man actually some type of spy or something. “Really? So do my friends and I it’s like some little silly tradition we made back in high school.”

“What else do you like doing for fun?” Jack asked you, you had to think about it for a second you didn’t really go out as much you honestly enjoyed staying indoors.

“Actually I don’t really get out like that it’s rare that you see me outside.” Jack was a bit taken back mainly because every single girl he’s met loved being outside.

“So you’re a what they call it a extrovert.” You giggled and shook your head no. “Do you mean a introvert? An extrovert is someone who loves spending time outside which I do not I’d rather be inside away from all the drama.”

“That’s a first half the girls I’ve dated loved going out just to be seen.” You gave him a confused look. “Why is that? What are you famous or something.”

“I mean you can say something like that.” He laughed and pulled his sweater up that’s when you then noticed the private garden ring on his finger and that’s when everything suddenly started to click.

The prada sunglasses he had on, his nose that was covered in freckles and the new unlimited new balance shoes he worn that only one person in this whole entire earth had.

“You’re Jack- you’re Jack Harlow.” You said in disbelief you couldn’t believe you were actually talking to Jack Harlow one of the biggest names in Louisville.

“That’s me so I guess you want a picture or something so you can post it online?” He frowned and it honestly made you feel guilty at the end of the day you knew Jack was a human just like you and wanted his privacy.

You have him a warm smile “Actually no I don’t want a picture but I’d love to finish up this conversation on the plane with you though.” Jack smiled “I’d love that.”

The entire flight home Jack and You were laughing and joking around you showed him a few videos of your friends and you when you were drunk and he showed you videos of different places he’s been while on tour.

“Wait wait so you’re telling me Urban can actually eat an entire pack of ramen noodles within minutes.” Jack laughed and nodded his head yes. “I mean not even within minutes I’d say within seconds he loves them so much.”

“That’s honestly insane if you ask me.” “If you think that’s insane you should see the way he’s quick to lose a girl.”

When your flight landed in Louisville you were a bit bittersweet about leaving Jack.

“So do you think I’ll be seeing you around?” He asked. “Hmm you can if you give me your number.” He smirked and pulled out his phone before handing it you and you quickly typed your name and number before saving it.

“I’ll see you around cutie.” “Oh so you’re giving me a nickname now?” You teased him Jack licked his lips and rolled his eyes. “Whatever Y/N I’ll see you around hopefully at the bridge later.”

“I’ll see you there Jack.” You gave him a wink before getting your suitcases. Later on that night you both indeed saw each other at the bridge and the rest was history, who would’ve thought you’d ever find love in an airport.

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[age-of-moonknight]

“Heatwave,” Power Man and Iron Fist (Vol. 1/1978), #87.

Writer: Dennis O’Neil; Penciler: Denys Cowan; Inker: Carl Potts; Colorist: Christie Scheele; Letterer: Janice Chiang

[thegreencanary]

Let’s play a game…

Based on this request!

Okay so this request gave me ‘Scream’ vibes so hard so it’s basically gonna be that but Billy comes in to fuck up the bad guy. I’m not using Ghost Face specifically but you get the picture.

Summary: Someone is in your house, you don’t feel a safe so you call your safety net.

TW: Fighting, Stalking, Stabbing, Cursing, Crying, mentions of Smut but no actual smut. MINORS DNI SHOO. SHOOOOOOO

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Slowly working through my requests! I have a few to get to still but I’m okay with taking on more! It’s just gonna be a few days until I finish them all.

“They’re hereeeee…”

Why you decided to stay home and watch a horror movie by yourself on a Saturday night instead of going to Tina’s party was beyond you. Billy really wanted you to go but you just had a bad feeling so you decided to stay home. That was the first dumb idea, Poltergeist was the second. The third was telling your parents to spend the weekend in Tahoe instead of coming home that night. So, count them; home alone, scared shitless and no one was coming back. The phone rang and you jumped slightly, mentally smacking yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

“Y/L/N residence.”

“Hey baby.”

“Billy! How’s the party?? Did you sneak off into someone’s room? It sounds quiet.”

He didn’t usually call you during parties if you weren’t there. You trusted him, despite what everyone tried to make you think. The stories of girls hanging on him while you were gone didn’t upset you. You knew Billy, really knew him. You knew the real reason he was in the hospital for so long after the mall burned down. You knew the fights he got in weren’t usually at school, but at home. You knew how deep his blue eyes went when he cried, so yeah; you trusted Billy Hargrove.

“Cops crashed the party. I’m home now, but maybe I should listen to your gut feelings a bit more.”

You smiled softly, he was home safe. That was always a worry if you two were apart and you knew he was going out drinking.

“Ehhh I don’t know. I still feel like something is wrong so maybe I’m just paranoid.”

“You and me both baby. Want me to come over and calm you down?”

You blushed. He wasn’t being innocent and you knew that.

“Billy I can barely walk from yesterday. Plus if you give me anymore hickies people will think I have a rare skin disease.”

You heard his deep snicker on the other line.

“What can I say, people need to know you’re mine. I love marking that perfect skin with my—“

“GOODBYE BILLY!”

You hung up before he could get descriptive. He had a way of talking you into phone sex which would turn into him driving the 10 minute drive to your house in 3 minutes; only to absolutely destroy you when he burst through the door.

His phone call did calm you down though, enough for torture yourself with the rest of the movie. Grabbing some chips and a water you sat and refocused on the movie. You were a lot further into it when the phone rang again, it was late enough that Billy was really the only one who should be calling.

“Billy?”

“Not this time.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. This is the Y/L/N residence. How can I help?”

“Just wondering why you weren’t at Tina’s tonight?”

That was odd. No one really noticed if people didn’t show up to parties. The voice sounded weird over the phone and something wasn’t sitting right in your mind.

“Just didn’t feel well…who is this?”

“A friend.”

“All of my friends do tend to have names sooooo….”

“Do all of them get to see you in those skimpy blue pajamas?”

Dread. Absolute dread, whoever was calling you could see you. Immediately you mentally checked if you’d locked all the doors, and you did…right?

“Come on, let’s play a fun game. If you can find me, I’ll give you a 10 second head start before I kill you.”

You immediately hung up the phone. This wasn’t funny if someone was pulling a prank. The Upside Down caused enough trauma… luckily Steve had become a close friend and he left his special baseball bat with nails in your house. You grabbed the phone and dialed one number before you went to go find it.

The phone rang…and rang…and rang…

“Y/N it better be you and you better have a good re-“

“Someone is in or around my house and they’re going to try and kill me.”

Billy was quiet for a few moments. That would definitely fall under a good reason. You two had promises to each other that you’d never joke about something like this. Any life or death situation was too familiar to be pranked about.

“Find a place to hide, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Baby no. Just call the police. Please. Honestly I should have first but I’m so scared I just needed to hear your voice. I’ll call them after this. Please don’t do anything Stu—hello? Billy?”

The line went dead. You knew he was going to come now, he was probably freaking out in his room. You just prayed he called the cops first. You mentally hit yourself for not doing that first. Slowly you made your way to the garage, maybe you could just run out. The baseball bat was in there too, if you couldn’t. Gently opening the door you didn’t want to turn the light on so you slowly scuffled around the garage. The bat was close, you remember your dad being extremely confused why Steve left it with you and setting it by the door so it didn’t pop any of the cars tires on accident. You felt the hilt but that’s when someone else turned on the light.

“So you did want to play after all.”

You tried to grip the bat but you were squatted and the freak was standing, they kicked you back and grabbed the bat you were going for.

“Handy little tool for me, but a promise is a promise. You have 10 seconds.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, I think you’re just my type, bitch. Now you have 5 seconds.”

Fuck. You took off into the house. Running outside seemed dumb. You didn’t know what kind of weapons the killer had and you had to know your own house better than them.

5

You opened and shut a few doors trying to throw off the killer.

4

You tried to quietly sprint up the stairs

3

Under the bed was too obvious

2

So was the closet

1

Fuck

—————-

Billy killed his engine a few houses down from yours. The last thing he wanted was for you to think it was safe and run to meet him, only for the sick bastard to kill you. He wore as much black as he could, trying to blend in with the night so he wouldn’t be spotted immediately. Stealth was his only option. He called the police but you both lived far enough away it would still take 15 - 30 minutes that you might not have had.

Billy tried to calm himself on the walk up, you were smart and resourceful, he’d seen you survive the craziest shit. You were gonna be okay when he got there. He approached your house, all the outside lights were off which helped him but also worried him. The sight he was greeted with washed over him with a wave of relief, with an ounce of worry coming back. The killer must have been inside or you were just fucking crazy.

————————————

You clung to the side of your house for dear life. Billy had alway bitched about how he couldn’t climb into your window because there was nowhere to hold onto. Having trouble finding a hiding spot from the psycho you jumped out your window and closed it before he could find you. But now you were putting your weight on a gutter that was probably going to fall at any moment. Dropping from a second story didn’t seem like a great option, but neither did dying.

You almost cried out in relief when you saw a dark figure approaching your house. Normally it would scare the shit out of you because it looked like a burglar but when he removed his black hood, the blonde mullet brought a tear to your eye. He quietly walked over to you and stood under you. He wanted to catch you.

“No! I’ll break us both. Did you call the cops??”

You were whisper shouting at him. He just nodded and motioned for you to come down. Billy was strong, really strong, and he was a lot smarter than he lead on; but you still didn’t want to drop a whole story into his arms.

“No! I’ll just—“

“Gotcha”

The killer pulled you inside and threw you against the wall. The scream died in your throat and You hit your head pretty hard, and it shut you up pretty quickly.

———————-

The psycho grabbed your arm and you screamed as he pulled you back inside. Billy ran to the front door, of course it was locked. He kicked the flower pot that had your spare key and grabbed it. Opening it up, the house was eerily quiet. He’d hoped to had heard you screaming for help but it was just…nothing.

Going to the kitchen he grabbed a knife in one hand and had brass knuckles on the other. Billy slowly and quietly stalked up the stairs, he heard muffled noises coming from your room, and he waited for the right moment.

———————-

“What the hell do you want?”

You groaned from the floor. Running your hand through your hair there was no blood which was good. You probably had a concussion because you felt nauseous but you kept it in.

The killer was wearing a hockey mask which was super original. Now that you had to sit and look you rolled your eyes. You survived demon bats, dogs and demigorgons just to die by a cliché dumbass.

“You need to be put in your place.”

He removed his mask and a different level of fear gripped your. Adam Murray. You’d visited him, and a few more convicted serial killers in Michigan City, Indiana. Your college psych class visited the mental institution and Adam took a special liking to you. You remember calling Billy about it and how uncomfortable it made you, but that was almost a year ago.

“…Mr. Murray… please.”

Adam smirked and swung the bat. You dodged it and thanked God for Steve putting so main nails in it. The bat stuck to the wall and it gave you enough time to move. Touching the door you thought you’d get out but a body tackled you to the floor. You felt a pinch in your arm but there was too much adrenaline for you to focus on it. Adam was on you but in the next second he wasn’t.

————-

Billy threw open the door when he heard a thud. He saw some older guy on you and everything went black. You’d helped him with his anger blackouts a lot. He’d even gotten close with Max because he was just doing better as a person; but this brought out the old Billy. He could see what he was doing, but it was as if he was outside of his body. Kicking the man off you, Billy kept him on the floor by kicking his face again. Dropping to his knees, he discarded the knife and started punching with the brass knuckles. Blood was covering his hands and he laid into the man’s face. Your scream brought him back. You were a lot closer than he thought you would be.

Billy stopped his assault to feel you wrapping him in a tight embrace. He originally thought it was to stop him from killing the man, but when he shifted he saw that the guy had grabbed the knife Billy brought in. He was going to stab Billy but you took the blown. The knife was sticking out of your forearm. It had gone all the way through, and it almost got to Billy too. He gave one more strong ass punch which rendered the man unconscious. You fell down, trying not to move the knife. Past experiences made both you and him aware that you needed to leave the knife in until paramedics arrived.

Gently picking you up, Billy carried you outside to the steps. He sat down with you in his lap and he gently pet your hair.

“Thank you for calling me.”

You chuckled weakly.

“I think my shoulder is broken too, but you saved my fucking life.”

You tried to lean up to kiss him, but graciously he met you 1/2 way.

“I’ll always be here when you call.”

The lights and sirens of the police cars came in to view. The sound got louder as you clung tighter to your boyfriend.

“I….I love you Billy. I know we said we’d wait until all the stuff from the Upside Down was done and there was no drama in our lives. I know this is drama and you probably think I’m high in adrenaline but I-“

Billy cut you off with another kiss. This one was much deeper. His tongue explored your mouth like he had all the time in the world. He finally pulled away when he heard cars pull into your driveway.

“I love you too.”

He stood, with you in his arms, and carried you to the ambulance. Filling in the cops on what happened, a few went in to re-arrest the escaped mental patient. Billy stayed with you the whole way to the hospital, it was his turn to help you recover; and he was going to show you just how much he loved you while doing it.

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A/N: The end! Thanks for reading! Again, this is my work and I don’t allow anyone to copy or use this as their own writing. Feel free to submit some requests! Please interact! ❤️🖤❤️

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 1)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings: teen!dad matt. it’s not portrayed as like, a weird or horrible thing, it’s more of a growing up together type of deal. also blood, injury, death, alcohol AND there is a mention of the SA that made matt become daredevil (i put a tw in red right before it’s discussed and a couple red dots where it ends)

a/n: this gonna sound weird but the humor in this gives me the same vibes as me and my own dad’s humor. ALSO im cutting this off after season 1 because it got REALLY LONG

prompt:

part 2 part 3 part 4

matt wanted you to have a more stable life than him

which was a little hard considering when became a dad

by the time he went to law school, you were about 8

“is this room 312?” -matt

“yeah, who you looking for..? oh, sorry” -foggy

you dragged in your tiny suitcase behind him

“blind and a single dad? you’re getting all the ladies, aren’t you?” -foggy “how did you even manage to get a kid in here?”

“special arrangements were made, i’m quite persuasive. good thing i’m in law school” -matt

one time, your dad revealed (without much cause for worry) that he “always knows when you are lying” because he can “hear your heartbeat” and instead of that being a cute little motivation for you to always be honest, you literally spent months training yourself to outmaneuver him and you can pass just about any lie detector test. now he just has to take your word for things

being a little shit

“you smell really bad, foggy” -you

“that’s a little harsh…nevermind, thanks for letting me know” -foggy, sniffing himself

matt definitely didn’t want you to fight or be vigorously trained, but he did teach you a few moves because, well. they could help

he also got you some karate lessons to keep you occupied while he had class or internship stuff when you were done with school (which you loved to show off when you got home)

basically abusing foggy (but you were widdle so it wasn’t too serious)

“matt, can you ask your gremlin to stop kicking me?” -foggy

“y/n, stop kicking foggy” -matt

“never!” -you

“that’s it!” -foggy, throwing you over his shoulder

don’t get me wrong, foggy grew to love you, he was family for sure

you cant really draw anything for your dad so all of your masterpieces started going to “uncle foggy”

but when you made stuff out of clay or something…those ones went to your dad

“oh, thank you! is it…a dragon?” -matt, feeling the details

“it is a dragon, do you like it?” -you

“i love it” -matt

“how come i don’t get a dragon?” -foggy, pouting

“because your eyeballs work” -you, using your fingers to stretch your eyelids wide open

eventually, matt and foggy graduated and you moved back to hell’s kitchen, where things got…crazy.

by then you were about 13 or so, so much more experience in being the worst (jk your dad loves you)

*you, trying to sneak a beer without even having your hand on the bottle yet*

“absolutely not, don’t even think about it” -matt

“blindness gave you omnipotence? ugh, you suck” -you

“then you half-suck. it’s hereditary” -matt

matt being REALLY worried about you in hell’s kitchen, but you insisted you’d be perfectly fine walking back and forth from your bus stop

he got u a taser

that was just a horrible idea you love the sound of the zaps

foggy felt threatened

it wasn’t very long before your dad turned to vigilantism, and it wasn’t very hard for you to figure it out

“what’s up with the mask, dad?” -you

“what, uh, what are you talking about?” -matt

“did you think i was actually asleep on the couch last night? are you crazy?” -you

you happened to have an uncomfortable tether on reality that happened somewhere down the line

and your dad knew he could be real with you, but he hated to be. he really did

matt didn’t exactly love growing up in his “reality,” he wanted things to be so much sweeter for you

but coming home bloody and bruised every night wouldn’t make your life any sweeter

in a way, you did think your dad was awesome and kind of badass, but he was literally all you had and from the stories he told you, you could fall into the same boat any day now

“holy shit, are you…are you okay?” -you

“what’d we talk about with your language?” -matt, very injured

“what’d we talk about with your ass getting beaten?” -you, grabbing the med supplies

you reminding your dad of a young him fixing up his own dad after fights.

he didn’t know if that was good or bad

hanging out at nelson and murdock after school

“didn’t say you could drink coffee either” -matt

“you’d think with a blind dad i’d have an easier time sneaking around but noooo” -you

you and him had a great sense of humor

“his greatest accident was me” -you

*karen nearly spitting out her coffee*

“his worst accident was meeting my mom, though” -you “it ties with being blind”

oh yes your favorite joke was definitely the “i was a mistake” one and you milked it frequently, matt got in on the action too

“the teacher said i made a grammar mistake” -you

“i made a mistake once…you” -matt

oh and you both milked the hell out of the blind thing

“every time i look at you—” -you, trying to sass him

“every time i look at you i can’t see” -matt

oh and then

“actually, i’m the reason he’s blind. that’s what you get when you lay you eyes on the most beautiful baby to ever exist” -you

“you were an ugly baby, i literally felt it” -matt

it’s actually a birthday tradition for him to touch your face and “see how much you’ve grown”

“oh, a new pimple!” -matt

“alright, that’s enough from you” -you, laughing

karen and you having a pretty sick friendship (she likes when you tell embarrassing stories about matt and foggy)

“and then foggy threw up and—” -you

“why don’t i get you some coffee, y/n?” -foggy, wheeling your rolling chair far, far away

knowing more than you should, about life and the city. especially the fisk dealings

which kind of freaked you out, especially when death and destruction became more and more common

“dad? please be careful out there. you’re all i’ve got” -you

“i know…just stay put for now. please” -matt

he makes breakfast for you on special days. or when he needs to say sorry for coming home at 4am with intense injuries you have to care for

“i made waffles…” -matt

“i’m still mad at you” -you

“can you be mad at me while you eat the waffles?” -matt

claire thought you were pretty neat

loved your attitude and all

“met your kid on my way in, real character” -claire

“oh…god. what did they say?” -matt

“‘please identify your relationship to my father. friend or booty call’” -claire

“and your answer?” -matt

“the former, of course” -claire

every once in a while, your voice would boom through whatever room you found yourself in, yelling:

“en garde!” -you

“y/n, put down my walking cane” -matt

“you will have to earn it in combat!” -you

if you were in front of foggy or karen or anyone else, he’d just laugh while you poked him

but if you were home alone…

“oh, it’s on!” -matt

obviously, you both knew you couldn’t quite best him, but you could get a few hits and blocks in, for sure. and he always took it easy on you

“do you yield?” -you, poking him in the stomach

“i yield, oh no, how ever will i be able to walk the streets of new york without my cane” -matt, completely monotone

feeling bad that you keep hiding matt’s secret, especially from foggy. like, especially from him

but saying the darnedest things to throw them off the trail

“how do we know that the man in black isn’t johnny cash, hm? i’d like to know…when the man comes around” -you

“what the hell?” -acceptable answer from anyone

whenever matt goes out for any endeavor, whether masked or merriment, you always get the same trusting warning. no really, he trusted you on your own

“be good” -matt

“no” -you

other acceptable answers include: “absolutely not” “you wish” “‘good’ is a point of view” “that’s subjective” “if all your beer is gone, someone robbed us” “i’d throw a party if i had friends” “will you?” “yeah, right” “oh, okay, i’ll try that” “well, i was planning a murder tonight, but just because you said that—” “if i’m not, minors still get lighter sentencing, and i know a good lawyer. you know, at landman and zack”

matt doesn’t push his religion on you. he encourages religious debates if you have any. if you do, he steers you clear of the church. if you don’t, maybe you go to a service every once in a while.

“that’s not very catholic of you” -you, every time matt does something “bad”

working out with him at fogwell’s gym (when he’s not a complete and utter mess)

punching bags are your jam

every once in a while, he’ll teach you something new

sometimes, you get real with him

“do you ever like, put on that outfit or get the shit beat out of you and think ‘wow, maybe i am crazy for doing this?’” -you

“why, because im blind?” -matt

“because you’re a father” -you

when foggy found out, he was pretty mad at matt. but he didn’t know how to feel with you

you were a kid, matt’s kid, but he was family to you, he was devastated you didn’t share

a/n: this is where SA is talked about, there will be a line of red dots where it ends and the font goes back to normal size (also keep in mind that the hypothetical situation that y/n explains does not automatically imply reader is fem)

you decided to go after foggy on your own and talk to him since matt had revealed the injustice that set him down his path, the abused girl down the street

“foggy, you have to understand—especially as a lawyer—that the legal system doesn’t always work. dad did what he needed to do” -you

“i’m not saying i don’t understand that, but it’s matt. your dad, matt. my best friend, matt. he’s getting his shit rocked every night because of some domino effect?” -foggy

“foggy, do you blame him for going after some sick and twisted father for doing that to his daughter? what if it were me, foggy? what if you were put in his shoes and you found out that was happening to me?” -you

“dont—please don’t go there. that—it doesn’t—” -foggy

“he figured out he could do more than just that. do you think i’m not afraid of losing my father? i absolutely am, but he’s not easily stopped or slowed down. believe me, i’ve tried” -you

••••••

“well, why didn’t you just tell me?” -foggy

“uh because snitches get stitches” -you

“w-what?! no, no. crazy guys who run around in their pajamas get stitches! there’s one laying on your couch!! snitches get deals, you should know this!!” -foggy, very urgently slamming his hand in the other

going back to your dad like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “i did my best”

putting stickers where they dont belong (3D/puffy stickers for matt)

getting frequent calls from foggy when matt is late to work

“foggy, i’m at school! what??” -you

“did matt come home last night?” -foggy

“don’t know, i didn’t check” -you

“you didn’t check to see if your dad was still alive?!?” -foggy

“well, sorr-y, i was under the assumption he was a big boy who could take care of himself” -you

“well, he’s not!!!” -foggy

kinda being the awkward “middle man”/messenger for foggy and matt while they fight

“foggy asked me to ask you to…hold on” -you, uncrinkling paper “‘go fuck yourself, you selfish, blind asshole.’ okay, i was mistaken. it was not a question”

as stresses from the city, your dad, foggy, school, and then some really started setting in, your hardened, sheltered emotions started surfacing for the first time in a long time, shocking many

but matt was there to hold you when you cried

and foggy, too

and even karen. and she always asks about you when you’re not around.

when fisk was brought to justice (or so it seemed), celebration at the office was called for…and foggy snuck you some alcohol

“don’t tell your dad, you swear?” -foggy

“y/n, were you…drinking?” -matt, 5 mins later when karen left the room

“shit, i forgot about your freaky sense of smell” -you

“alright, kiddo, wrap it up. let’s get you home before ‘uncle foggy’ sneaks you anymore alcohol. shame on you, franklin” -matt

“i know, i’m the worst” -foggy

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[neoaevis]

“Our Little Adventure”

A/N: Hiiii Bbbys this is my first ever time to collab with @neosmutcollective​ for their ncssunnyside and aah everything in this fic is fluffy and that boyfriend lovely vibes sooo yeaa I hope you enjoy as much as I do 🎀

“NOT PROOFREAD”

Warnings: Pet Name(Princess), Smut, Semi-public sex(?), Tent Sex

Word Count: 2764

 Summary: It's finally summer break so your boyfriend planned for the two of you to have a staycation near the beach to get away from the city for a while, little did he know you prepared a suprise for him, you finally agree to give him your v card and with that your staycation will be one of the most special events in your relationship. 

The long-awaited summer break for all the students in campus is finally here, most importantly a most awaited one for you because your boyfriend told you that he plans to take you somewhere special to get away from the city for a while.“Y/N, so where is this special place Jaemin is planning to take you” your friend Winter asks as she packs her things from her locker, you peek at her locker and sighed at her question because honestly you don’t know where Jaemin is planning to take you as he said he wants it to be a surprise.“Actually he wouldn’t tell me he said it’s a surprise” her mouth had a “O” shape when you told her about it, and it made her look at you for a glimpse second.“Do you plan loosing it this summer?” Winter asks you but you seem to not understand her question so you furrow you eyebrows, as you do so she finishes up her last item to pack and then turns around to look at you “You’re v-card” it was now your turn for you’re mouth to turn into a “O” as you think about what she just said.“Well I don’t know I feel really scared” you admit to her because truth be told you’ve always opened up to her how you and Jaemin would always try to start making out but it would never go beyond that though Jaemin is not forcing you with anything you feel his bulge every time beneath your core and wanting to go further but is too scared to do so, that’s why it always just end there “I want to give it to him but I lack the balls to do so” you tell her as you fidget with your hands.“Y/N, it’s Jaemin don’t worry ok, you’ve been inseparable ever since we were kids and I know you trust each other, so I think it will be well if it leads further to that but still don’t force yourself if you don’t like” she tells you caressing your shoulders to comfort you, but she then remembers something as she then searches in her bag, as she found it she released a relieved sigh before handing it to you, you looked at it carefully and as you looked at it further it was a condom, you were about to ask her why she has a unused box of condom but the very man itself you were talking about suddenly begins calling your name from the halls so you quickly hide the box in your bag.“Y/N, Y/N” he called as he run towards you hugging you from the back “I missed you” he exclaims and just then he notices Winter so he greets him too “Hey there Winter” Winter gave him a smile back and said “Hey there too Jaemin” as she checks her locker for one last time to make sure she did not leave anything.“You guys better enjoy your trip” she said as she was finally done with her arrangements “We will” Jaemin said while still hugging you from the back, Winter was about to move a step forward when you grab her arm “Yes Y/N?” she ask in an angelic tone playing innocent about what she just gave you.“You will have to explain to me about that” she furrows her brows to act confuse and instead of answering you she just pats you in the shoulder and winked as she finally made her way out of your bubble.“Is something wrong” Jaemin ask as he spins you around to pin you over the locker on your back, you look him in the eye as you push him away from you “No PDA right Jaem” you pick your things up so you can finally leave school to go home “You seem suspicious” Jaemin says as you both begin walking.“Nothing is wrong Jaemin, Winter just broke one of our secret pacts that’s all” you opted to lie to him as you can’t tell him the real truth why you are all fuzzy, he grabs your arms to look at you “Are you sure” he asks to check if you are lying, you look him in the eye and told him “Yes, Jaem that’s all” he gave you a smile as he grabs the things you are holding for him to hold it instead.You and Jaemin head towards his car to drive to the secret destination Jaemin planned, what’s sad about this trip though is that it’s only going to be a staycation because your parents will be back two days from now and unfortunately you and Jaemin still haven’t really told them about your relationship nor your trip because your parents are on the stricter side.Jaemin opens the door for you and once you were set he quickly went inside, he immediately looked at you with a big smile and asked “Are you excited princess?” he caressed your face with his thumb as you lean your face towards his touch “More than excited” you cited while thinking about your plan for him too, the drive was filled with wonder as Jaemin made you laugh and secured at the same time he was the best boyfriend and best friend you could ever wish for.“We are here” Jaemin announced to wake you up from your mini slumber because the drive was so long, you gave her a grin like smile as you stretch your arms doing so Jaemin quickly heads out the car to open your door for you to help you out, he also pulled out a blind fold which makes you knit your brows “Trust me I have a surprise you will like” and with his words you agree to be led blindfolded to the magical place he prepared.He walked you with outmost care and patience guiding you properly so you won’t fall, with one last step he pulls the blindfold open for you to see the most romantic surprise ever, he prepared a dinner near the beach with a tent set up near it “I know it’s not much but I hope you like it” Jaemin tells you while scratching the back of his head “What do you mean not much Jaem this is too wondeful and no words can describe how happy I am” your words filled his face with a colorful smile instead of worry that once filled him “I’m glad you like it” you turn to him to kiss him passionately to thank him, when he breaks the kiss he led you to the dinner table.The dishes he prepare were both of you’re favorites that’s why you can’t help but appreciate him more, “Jaemin how could you prepare this wonderful thing oh my god” you moaned as you munch on your food “Well of course anything for you, did you know I even woke up early to prepare this” he bragged even though truth be told he hired someone to set the table up and ordered some of the dishes from a restaurant he enjoys but though he actually cooked two of the dishes you have right now but nevertheless he is glad that you are enjoying.The dinner was absolutely amazing and as you finished both you and Jaemin decided to take a stroll in the fresh air to digest also to be able to star gaze, you both held hands never letting go of each other while smiling like fools each time, this is how you feel when you’re madly in love Jaemin thought as he can’t help but admire every little thing about you.The sky was getting darker making it a signal for the both of you that it’s fairly late so you decided to go back and head to the tent but you can help but stop at the entrance of the tent “Are we sleeping in one tent?” you ask him feeling the heat creep up your cheeks “Oh I just brought one but I’ll just sleep in the car” he said as he was about to grab his pillows but before doing so you tug at his shirt “N-no stay sleep here with me” you tell him with a bit more confidence.With that here you are both now widely awake next to each other, Jaemin joked to break the tension that was clearly visible as this was the first time you are sleeping beside Jaemin for the whole night, not that you two are a innocent little couple it’s just you still feel shy all the time.The night went on and so did Jaemin’s jokes he made you laugh too much that your stomach aches already, but as time pass it’s as if slumber was taking a toll on him so he joked less and was already shutting his eyes, silence filled the room then but as it did you remember your plan that you have forgotten, one side of you tells you to just drop it but one side of you tells you to not that’s why you choose the latter and grew the balls to do the act “Are you sleeping Jaem?” you turn to him as you plop one elbow to look at him, he opens his eyes to smile at you and asked “Something wrong princess” you trace his nose down to his lips which makes him giggle as you stopped in his mouth he kissed it which makes you giggle, you stopped and looked at Jaemin seriously this time before you suddenly kissed him passionately, with your kiss for Jaemin his once drowsiness was now gone as he kept wanting more as the kiss grows more passionate.✄Somehow all the kissing has brought you sitting down in Jaemin’s body to be connected to each other more, you were both severely making out teeth clashing, heavy breathes and moans filling the room, you also feel his growing bulge underneath you that’s why Jaemin begins to slow down but you were not planning to so you begin grinding you’re hips to feel him and for him to feel you so he suddenly breaks the kiss and held you in place “Y/N stop that, if you continue that I might not be able to control myself and take advantage” he said as he pants catching his breath “Then don’t , don’t control yourself” you said as you pushed him down for him to lie down as you re-start grinding at his crotch, Jaemin was in awe with your statement even wanting to stop you but pleasure was over taking him more and more that’s why instead of breaking free he grabs you to make him be on top of you, now it was you’re turn to be in awe to see this side of Jaemin, he begins by kissing you from you’re forehead , nose then stopping by your lips to kiss you deep, slowly he is down your neck savoring each area until he sucked that sweet spot earing a moan from you, he made a pattern he would suck, lick and kiss and his pattern made you feel so restless due to your aching need down there that’s why you tug at his shirt for him to pull it off to which he gladly did, when he removed his shirt you can’t help but admire his finely toned body so your hands went traced his chest, abs until your down to the place that covers his manhood “Y/N he moans” you quickly stopped  what you were doing to strip yourself off your dress leaving you with only your under garments, your bra and panty were a matching pink with bows that really depicts your style, cute and feminine.Jaemin quickly kissed your shoulders slowly and sensually while his hand is pulling down the straps of your bra and the other hand finding the hook to unclasp it, once he unclasped it you suddenly feel the cold and begin to feel shy you quickly covered yourself but Jaemin removes your hands “It’s alright princess ok” he tells you so you quickly remove your hands from your breast for him to finally see it, he looks at you in the eye before he gives his full attention towards your breasts while circling your cloth clit, you couldn’t help but arch your back with the too much pleasure you are having, once Jaemin decided he had enough with your breasts he pulls you panty seductively after he saw your pussy he quickly dived in licking it which makes you shiver, he begins eating you out slowly while he pups one finger inside you, you begin tugging at his hair and slowly his pace was too slow for you that’s why you ask him to go faster “Jae-Jaemin oh holy I- I want you more” he stops what he was doing to look at you “How do you want me more?” he asks which makes you go insane “I want, want you to eat me faster” you said as you finally let go of your shyness, he does what you said he indeed fasten his pace, he ate you with much vigor and began pushing two finger inside you which you did not expect, it felt like the best thing ever that’s why soon you were cumming all over him.You were a huge mess, shivering but as you do Jaemin begins undressing himself further by removing his pants and boxers to finally free his fully erect cock that leaks with pre-cum, he pumps it a few times before opening  your legs and gliding inside smoothly, the stretch hurt it was nothing like how his fingers stretched you but as soon as he was in you remembered something “Jaemin baby wait condom” you shouted and he cursed under his breath that he forgot about that one “I-I don’t have one he says” you point your bag at him “I-I have in my bag the bigger zipped part” you said which makes him shocked for a bit that you are prepared about this and that you did not make him stop midway, he pulled out for a while and began searching your bag, you moved your head away from him closing your eyes a bit to re think what you are currently doing and just then he arrives with wiggly hands, he unboxes the condom and removes it’s foil then gently sliding it in his cock.He slides inside you once again as you feel the stretch once more but this time deeper, he stops to let you adjust “Tell me when you’re ready” he tells you while holding himself back “I’m ready you tell him” Jaemin went really slow to not hurt you and it honestly still hurt and it was visible in your face that’s why to distract you he kisses you lovingly and begins whispering sweet words, once the hurt turned into pleasure you made him go faster, he went in a fast pace so fast that your tits were bouncing and all there is in your mind was how good he feels inside you that’s why soon after you began seeing stars and painted his cock with white, he let you recover from your high before he began ramming into you again but this time in a new position, you legs we in his shoulder, that position made him reach places you never knew he could that’s why for the third time that night you clench around him “A-are you going to cum again baby?” he asks as he begin to rub your clit to stimulate you more of your release “Oh-oh fuck Jaemin y-yes” you said stuttering, the place was filled with heavy moans “Cum with me baby” he says as you both came together.✄Jaemin stayed inside you for a while until he finally soften and opted to lie down beside you “T-that was amazing” you say looking at him which made the both of you laughed “Y’know you beat me into it, I was actually planning something about it” you tear your gaze away from him as you feel shy “I-I actually thought this was the right time” you said stumbling with you words which made Jaemin smile widly “Oh and well you have to explain to me why you have a condom in your bag” he grins at you as you open your mouth to find the proper word to explain, but before you could Jaemin captured you in a kiss that’s ever so sweet.

[wypapichulo]

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pairing ; lee donghyuck x reader genre ; fluff, very very slight angst / high school au word count ; 5010 words warnings ; some explicit language? the use of the word 'shit' a few times? playlist ; dive into you – nct dream | walk you home – nct dream | best friend – rex orange county | anti-romantic – txt | can't take my eyes off you – frankie valli | backyard boy – claire rosinkranz author's note ; i hope the ending doesn't sound too rushed,, aah i just lost the vibe and wanted to get it done ;,, i hope it's alright🚶 dt ; @matchaeee <3

Making someone you don't know fall for you would have been easier. Making your best friend fall in love with you? A little bit more of a hassle But not unless they've been in love with you from the start.

“I can make her fall in love with me in 7 days”

Haechan had said this whilst he was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the small convenience store beside an exasperated looking Jeno. “Hyuck, I’m pretty sure you can’t.”, “No I’m confident!” He continued, sipping his carbonated drink and cutting Jeno off as he spoke, “Look– I know her inside and out, I’m sure I know just the right tricks to make her fall for me!”

Jeno sighed slightly, knowing it was no use to force Haechan to listen to him. “You shouldn’t play with feelings like this…” He started, taking a sip of his own soda, “Can’t you just tell her you like her like a normal person–“, “you’re seriously no fun.” Jeno deadpanned at the statement, hand ready to reach for the brunets to pull his fingers back, “I just wanna see if she really likes me back for real!” he said, hands fidgeting with the rim of the soda can, “I don’t know, what if she doesn’t like me and rejects me when I ask her!”

“So the only logical way to fix that is by ‘making her fall in love with you in seven days’?!” Jeno exclaimed, nearly in tears at his own friend’s stupidity. Haechan grinned, “well if she doesn’t like me yet, she’ll definitely like me by the end of this.”

“I’m going to forget about him in the next 7 days.”

Renjun looked up in surprise at the girl’s statement, never having thought of the day she’d finally say it.

“You won’t.” He stated simply, continuing to sketch the tree outside the window of her room. She whined slightly, turning her attention to the boy in her room, “and what makes you say that?”

“You said that two years ago.”, “I was younger then!”, “Sure you were.”

She groaned, falling back on her bed with a thud, “I need to try… this one-sided shit is getting to me…”

Turning to look at the heap of sadness on the bed, Renjun sighed quietly. “I definitely won’t question you if you tell me you’re still in love with him by the end of it.”

“I’m only trying right?”

DAY 1

“How you doin’ gorgeous~”

To say she was shocked was an understatement. What?

“What do you want Hyuck.” She asked with a deadpan, staring down at the blank page of her notebook. Her plan was to study but it seemed as if the man duped as her best friend had other ideas. “I don’t want anything! Can’t I say nice things about you?” He said, taking the seat across from her.

The library was quiet, save for the few students chattering mutedly by the computers. The whole day Haechan had been fine– normal, so to speak… He sat next to her as usual during lunch–as they barely shared any classes this school year–and joked around for a bit, he stole the milk that she had painstakingly waited behind a line of first years to buy, giving her a presumably empty promise that he’d buy her another one… but then he came in the library and said that?

“You’ve never called me that before,” she scoffed, “and if you have, I’d remember.”

Of course she would. Somehow every compliment he had given her always stuck in her mind, even the few ingenuine ones that came out as jokes. The time he called her quick witted when she replied to one of his jokes, the time he said she was pretty good at math’s when she had explained to him how to find an axis… And of course there was the time he had exclaimed how she was prettier than the girl she had been talking shit about… not one of her best feats but... it was something.

So to have him call her gorgeous, even if it was just as a passing nickname… it was something that made her cheeks burn when she remembered his exact wording of the sentence.

“Well that doesn’t matter does it?” he said, leaning over the table to read through the same passage as she had been going through for the last hour, trying to fit anything and everything in her head. “Are you having trouble with anything?”

“Nothing you can help me with.” She scoffed, turning a page. “Aw, come on, don’t say that!” he laughed aloud, earning him an abundance of shushes from the few students scattered around the area. “I’m sure I, with my great expertise, can help you in some way with–“ he looked down at the chapter’s name, “intercontinental… exchange… what the hell is this–“

She laughed lightly at his confusion, “It’s economics,” she smiled, making his heart race with anticipation for some unknown reason, “you won’t get it.”

“Well maybe if you taught me, I’d understand.” He chuckled softly, sitting properly once more and sighing as he stared at the soft curve of her lips. She blushed lightly, realizing the direction of his eyes and looking back down to her book.

Barely the first day and she was already smitten once more with him… she wondered if she’d ever manage to escape from the trap that was Lee Donghyuck.

DAY 2

Closing her locker up, she nearly went into cardiac arrest as she saw none other than Haechan leaning on the locker right beside hers.

“Donghyuck! You almost gave me a heart attack!” she exclaimed, heart pounding at a thousand beats per second… or not– maybe she was just exaggerating…

He smirked, an image that had always and forever will be engraved into the crevices of her mind. “I hope that’s a good thing?”

She merely rolled her eyes at him, shoving her textbook into her backpack. “no.” she stated with a deadpan, turning to walk away. “Wait uppp!” he whined, following along behind the exasperated girl. If Jeno was tired of him, then she was something else entirely. How she managed to keep up with the outgoing boy was a mystery even to herself.

“Are you busy this weekend?” he asked as he caught up with her and took long steps to follow along with her short quick paces, “I was thinking maybe we could go to that new café that just opened– you know, the library one?”

She kept on walking, but her pace slowed significantly. A small tell to her interest in the subject. He smiled.

“You don’t even like reading much.” She said with a chuckle, “why’d you wanna go there?” She asked softly glancing up at him. “Well… you like reading… so–“ he shrugged slightly “–I thought you’d enjoy it…”

See this was the thing about him. Whenever she had made a commitment to stop thinking about him–leave her feelings for him in the dust–he’d always come back strong, making her feel as if he never wanted her to stop liking him. But what could she do? It seemed as if he never had the slightest interest in being anything other than friends.

She smiled softly, sighing as she opened her mouth to give out a small, “alright.” As her answer to his invitation.

“Great! It’s a date!”

The four words stopped her in her tracks between the horde of students walking to and from to get to their classes.

He only grinned, turning to face her as he walked backwards. “I’ll see you after class!”

She was frozen in place it seemed. Blinking as she watched the retreating back of the boy who had… just asked her out?

Again, confusion had begun to settle in. Was this ‘date’ meant to be a romantic date? Or just– one where they hung out as friends and had coffee?

In her confusion, she had forgotten to ask him about the exact day of which their little ‘date’ was supposed to be on… but she was sure he’d text her everything she needed to know about it, right down to the dress code.

Retracing her thoughts, maybe she was wrong… this might have been the first time he’d ever shown any interest in being anything more than friends… And to be quite honest, it may or may not have scared her…

What would she do if it turned out he really had feelings for her…? DAY 3

“I thought you said you were going to stop liking him.”

She had found Renjun in the art room as per usual, painting away at whatever his heart had decided to explore. The golden particles drifted in from the late afternoon sun as she had just finished up her own after school activity. “I want to… But he’s making it so hard!” she exclaimed, sitting on a table to the side at the back of the room.

Renjun was somehow her only sane friend, and even so, he preferred to stay out of her messy love life with the undeniably annoying Haechan. Not to mention that he couldn’t even talk to Haechan without bursting a nerve. “I don’t understand how you don’t see how annoying the boy is.” He said nonchalantly as he continued to mix and match an array of greens to the trees he had started on. “Just thinking of that should be enough to stir you away from him.”

Sighing in aggravation to her situation, she sticked out her tongue at the back of his head. “I saw that.” He stated, barely even looking up from his canvas. “’course you did…” she grumbled lowly, pouting and looking out of the window.

“That’s just the thing…” she started, her tone soft and her eyes unfocused, “he’s not… annoying…”

Renjun scoffed aloud, nearly keeling over in laughter. “Are you sure about that?” He said in between his dying giggles, turning to finally look at the girl who was now looking at him with an unamused look. “Shut up– you know what I mean!” she cried out in annoyance. He made a face, turning back to his painting and continuing to work on the piece. “Really, when you get to know him– he’s more than that!” she tilted her head back to rest on the cool wall of the classroom.

“Today he actually got me the milk I wanted…” she muttered softly, “It’s not much of course… but…”

“You said the other day that you had to wait a long time to get the milk cause of those underclassmen, so– y’know– I got it for you.”

“But it’s enough for you to stay deeply in love with him isn’t it.” Renjun sighed, knowing that she would start yelling as soon as the thought sunk in her head.

To his surprise, she didn’t. She simply sat in thought in the back of the class, watching as Renjun shrugged and continued with his painting. She mulled it over, what he said, and came to the personal conclusion that he in fact was right. It was no use in fighting the feeling. She really did care for him… a little afraid to say love– but she cared for him immensely nonetheless.

She got off the table and walked towards where Renjun sat with his canvas and patted his shoulder lightly.

“Thanks Renjunnie.”

“I told you not to call me that… makes me sound like a child...” He murmured, rolling his eyes before continuing, “what are you even thanking me for anyways? I didn’t do anything. The feelings were there the whole time.”

Her lips turned up slightly, and she hummed softly before walking towards the door.

“You did more than you think.” She said, turning to look at him once more as she opened the door. He merely looked at her in puzzlement, not understanding just how he had helped her in her quest of love. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”

“Yeah… see you…” he muttered quietly, his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion, before shaking his head as the door fell shut.

“Why are all my friends so weird…”

DAY 4

The living room of her house was spacious.

Very much so that she wondered why it felt as if she couldn’t even get a distance away from the clingy boy.

Haechan had come over to help her with some of her class work she was struggling with, and truly, she couldn’t thank him enough for the help… but why did he have to sit so close to her?

He had been reading a passage out to her from the book, shoulders brushing ever so slightly against one another, causing her cheeks to flare with heat. Every single move he made seemed to make her tense up all the more.

She was never like this! Each time they had studied together, even as much as she liked him, it never caused her to blush or fidget as much as she was doing now.

Maybe it was the effect of realizing that he might like her after all… The last three days were such an improvement in that area of their relationship that it made her wonder if he actually had liked her all along and just decided to showcase it all now.

“And that’s why the tectonic pressure in this area is much larger than here.” He explained– arm stretching slightly over her to point at an image on the book. For some unknown reason, she had held her breath ever so slightly as to maybe become stone in the next few seconds. He turned to look at her– their faces not too far from one another, and it was like time had stopped right in that moment, just to make her realize how much trouble she was in by falling for this forsaken boy. She could feel her face redden to the deep color of the roses on the front porch of her house, and suddenly, all she wanted to do was melt into a puddle right there and then.

Oddly enough, he seemed to be reactionless. It was as if the proximity of their faces had absolutely no effect on his own heart, bringing up the question in her mind once more whether he actually held any feelings for her other than the simple platonic ones.

“You weren’t paying attention were you?”

Her eyebrows raised to her hairline, quite literally, at the accusing statement he had thrown upon her. “I– Hey! I was listening!”

Suddenly every single feeling of embarrassment left her body as she pushed him playfully, as a means to get away from him as well. He yelped aloud, his back hitting the couch. “You weren’t!” he called out, a smile beginning to grow on the edges of his lips, “I can tell when you’re listening and when you’re not! And here, you were clearly not!”

She laughed loudly, throwing her head back as she did so. It had been ages since she had laughed so freely, and Haechan soaked up every single moment of it. His smile softened as he watched she tips of her eyes crinkle up and turn into crescents– the sound of her laughter as melodious as his own favorite song. In the moment, he wished so dearly he could just reach over and kiss her face all over, his heard filling up with affection he wished to shower her with.

Her laughter died down and she simply turned to look at him with a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “I really haven’t laughed that much in a while…” she said softly, watching as he nodded in listening. “I can tell.”

She giggled lightly once more. “Should we go back to studying?” she asked, a teasing smile gracing her features, to which he merely scoffed and laughed at.

“Only if you’ll listen properly this time.”

Another 3 days to go. If he was able to successfully make her fall for him, he’d be able to do all he wanted and more. DAY 5

So maybe accepting a walk home from the person you’re trying to forget about isn’t the best strategy to go with… but– in defense, Haechan had been more the one to tag along home, rather than ask her if she wanted anyone to walk her.

She had gotten used to it… but with the antics of the past week and the upcoming date on the Sunday (Yes he had given her all the information the night before. Yes he sent her every available picture there was of the place. Yes he was very excited and honestly, so was she.), who wouldn’t?

As Saturday was a day where she and the rest of the ’00 liners’–as they all preferred to call themselves (though their whole school year was the ’00 line’ so honestly that nickname was rather stupid)–usually had a game night at either Jeno or Jaemin’s house, both she and Haechan had settled on going to the cute little library-esque café on the Sunday.

The whole way home, Haechan couldn’t help but stare softly as she recounted the events of the day. Again, being in different classes had its perks, as there was always something new to tell each other about.

Every step he took felt heavier. He knew they both were getting closer to her house– every time he saw a bench on the side of the street his instinct would tell him to sit down with her and just talk for longer, wanting to keep all her minutes for himself selfishly.

“So that’s why she was kicked out of the class today– I honestly can’t believe she had the nerve to pull that off!” laughing slightly, she turned to face Haechan, “I’m sure you’d do some stupid shit like that too.”

Haechan snapped out of his short daze if not to cry out words of denial, causing her to laugh even louder at his insistence that he would not blend and eat drink his homework just to get extra time on a project.

“After all, I’m not stupid– I don’t need extra project time since I’m just that smart!” He huffed, glancing to the girl beside him to see if he had gauged a reaction out of her. To his delight, she laughed once more, letting him relish in her melodic laughter. “you’re really full of yourself you know?”

This erupted another fit of laughter and denial to spurt from the two, pitter patting home for the day. “I’m not full of myself! I’m just confident!”, “same difference, Hyuck.” She said between breaths as her laughter finally died down.

He merely huffed and pouted­– turning to the side and glancing at her a few times to gain her remorse for her mean words ; it clearly didn’t work as all she did was giggle softly and shook her head.

The brush of the back of their hands made his heart pound faster. He glanced down to look and there it was, the soft hand he wanted to hold in his so much. He looked back up in a panic– noticing that they were getting closer to her house.

Unknown to him, her heart was just as heavy at the thought of having to part with him for the day. Though she knew tomorrow would be another day that would definitely be spent with him, it made her sorrowful to think of the fact that they’d have to be apart for the night. Cheesy as it may seem.

As they stood in front of the pathway up to her front door, he debated internally on whether or not he should do what he wanted to do or not, his head spinning at the thought of her maybe thinking he was an idiot for what he was about to do. She smiled up at him, a silent goodbye being exchanged between them, before turning around to walk up the pavement to her house.

“(Y/N)!”

Her feet stopped, and in turn, so did her heart. In a good way, of course, but it stopped nonetheless. She stayed silent for a moment before turning to face the brunet once more. “Yeah?” she asked quietly, a soft smile present on her features.

His mouth dried up. He had nothing to say– stupid! Why did he stop her like that then?

“I– Uh…” he faltered in his words; eyes still stuck on her face. Lips, to be specific.

She tilted her head slightly in question, wondering what was going through that enigma of a mind everyone called Haechan. “Hyuck?”

He smiled and shook his head, opting to grin at her like the idiot in love he was. “Until we meet again tomorrow~” he said in a mock posh accent which made her giggle lightly behind her hand. She merely shook her head and turned once more, walking up to her front door and opening it slowly, turning to give him one last smile before she closed the door.

There he stood like a lovestruck fool in the middle of her driveway as he watched her back turn as she finally walked into the house.

“I wish I had the courage to give you that hug…” DAY 6

Jeno’s house was the choice of the week, Haechan and Jaemin having pestered him into agreement over where they’d all be bundling into for the afternoon.

“I really don’t see why it should have to be my house!” Jeno whined as he stepped into the living room with snacks in hand, “It was already my house last week! It should be nana’s this week…” he trailed off, grumbling as he stepped over the legs of a serious Haechan and sat between the sole girl in their group and Jaemin on the floor. Jaemin laughed aloud, “you have the comfiest sofa!” he hollered out, earning him a kick from Renjun, who’s legs he was sitting in between.

“You’re not even sitting on the sofa,” Renjun retaliated for Jeno, cutting him some slack, “you’re leaning on my legs.”

“Well they sure are comfy if that’s what you’re implying.” Jaemin said, pressing at the buttons erratically as he flurried to beat Haechan at what seemed to be a simple game of mario kart. Hey, anything to beat Haechan right?

“DAMN!” Haechan yelled, causing the girl seated beside him to jump slightly in her seat. Jaemin only laughed, leaning his head up to look at an unimpressed Renjun.

“Hyuck give me the controller, I’m gonna beat Jaemin.” Renjun said with some form of courage to beat the one and only Nana. “Sure you are,” he said, standing up and handing the controller over to Renjun. “Anymore soda anyone?” he asked, stepping to the side to head over to the kitchen. “I’ll have a soda!”, “alrighty! One soda coming right up!” Haechan called out, turning right out to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna run out of sodas at the rate you’re drinking them…” Jeno murmured to her softly, a giggle erupting out of her lips, “fine then– I’ll have a cup of tea instead, ‘s that better?” she asked softly, smiling at the black-haired boy beside her. Jeno smiled back, his eyes disappearing behind his perfect crescents, “I’ll go get you some then.” He said, standing up from his seat to get her some tea.

Walking into the kitchen, he tutted lightly as he found Haechan going through his fridge. “And what if my mom was the one who had walked in?” Jeno stated with a deadpan, rolling his eyes at the idiotic grin his friend gave him. “First off– she’s not home. Second off– your mom loves me!” Haechan exclaimed, closing the fridge behind him after finding nothing of his interest. He picked up the sodas on the counter– before Jeno stopped him. “She changed her mind on the sodas, said she’d have tea instead.” He explained, moving to the cabinets to take out some tea to brew for her, to which Haechan simply hummed in understanding before cracking one of the soda cans open and sipping it.

“So…” Jeno started, turning to face him as he leaned on the counter behind him, “how’s the love quest?” He queried, wondering about his best friends own pursuit of love. “Is she ‘in love’ with you yet?”

Haechan shrugged slightly, “I sure hope she is… if not then I’m not sure what I’m gonna do tomorrow…”

“Why… What’s tomorrow?” Jeno questioned again, tilting his head in confusion. In Haechan’s mind… he looked rather like a lost puppy…

“Date.” The only word that came out of Haechan’s mouth as he stared with a smirk on his face to the boy standing opposite him.

Jeno’s eyes widened significantly, “Date? You mean you asked her out successfully?”

Haechan grinned, “Of course I did!”, he boasted smugly, “only a fool wouldn’t be able to make her fall in love! Especially with the shitty dudes she’s liked before.”

Jeno looked up in glee, “then– after that– my days of hell are over! I won’t have to listen to your lamenting again!” He whined when Jeno exclaimed that, shaking his head, “I wasn’t lamenting, you were the one who complained about my topic of conversation–“ he paused, rolling his eyes at the grinning puppy-like boy.

“Alright fine maybe I was,” he agreed begrudgingly, “But hey! I managed to make her fall in love with me AND score a date in 7 days! My lamenting wasn’t for nothing after all!”

Their shared laughter was cut short by the sound of the slamming of the front door and the cries of both Renjun and Jaemin. Haechan looked up worriedly at Jeno, who in turn gestured him to the kitchen exit.

“what’s wrong?” Haechan asked once he reached by the front door beside the other two boys. “You!” Renjun seethed, turning to glare at the brunet, “She was already trying to forget about you and now you play with her feelings like this!”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Haechan scoffed, “I never played her like shit! I was always honest!”, “Then tell me what this stupid 7 day bet is all about!” Renjun yelled in his face, angry for his best friend who had muffled out in tears the short reason she was leaving so early.

“Bet?” he questioned, truly confused as to the entirety of the situation, “what fucking bet?”

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Don’t play stupid Donghyuck. You were talking to Jeno about some 7 day bet to get her to like you or something–”, “wait, this is all wrong!” Jeno exclaimed, “We never made a bet! Hyuck wanted to confess to her at the end of the week, and that’s why the whole week he had been making proper advances to her…”

The room stilled as the clarity of the situation which was misunderstood settled into their heads.

“I need to talk to (Y/N).” DAY 7

Checking her phone, she grumbled slightly, rereading the message that Haechan had sent to her the evening prior, or rather, spammed her endlessly.

hyuck ♡ : please come tomorrow.

hyuck ♡ : i really really have to talk to you about this :((

hyuck ♡ : please please please

hyuck ♡ : I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come :(((

hyuck ♡ : please? At least consider it?

Sighing quietly as she scrolled through the abundance of messages of theirs from previous sleepless nights, she jumped when she heard the call of the voice she had cried herself to sleep over the night before. Oh his treacherous voice, hurting her feelings like that with the words that came out of his wretched mouth yesterday.

“(Y/N)!” he said, jogging up to her with a grin spread on his face, almost as if yesterday had been a dream and she had simply hallucinated the entire event. But she knew better than to believe him that fast.

Giving him a curt nod, she spoke up before anything could leave his mouth– “Tell me, Donghyuck, what happened yesterday?” she started, face hard with the cut still deep in her heart. His smile faltered, realizing just how much his words had hurt her feelings the day before.

“Do you take my feelings as a joke?” she asked again, looking to her feet in fear of her eyes betraying her and leaving tear stains across her cheeks, “because if you do then i–“

“No!” he cut, knowing that if he let this go on for longer it would only hurt her more, “No, I’d never!”

She was quiet, listening to the sound of his ragged breathing, almost as if the quietness would let her hear the sound of his heartbeat.

“Then what… what…”

He sighed softly, “I was… scared.”

Looking up, she was met with the troubled face of the person she once thought to be the largest of mysteries. “I didn’t want to be faced with rejection, I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you, as a friend or as…” he cleared his throat slightly, turning to the side, “as something more.”

The tension was thick, the street around them continuing on its route of life whilst they both stood in their own quiet bubble. Her eyes softened at his statement, the pieces of the puzzle which was Haechan starting to become clearer by every word.

“And you thought the most logical way to go, was to ‘make me fall in love with you in seven days’? come on Hyuck we’re not in some stupid romance movie–“, Haechan’s whine cut her voice short, “You sound just like Jeno now!” he cried, making her laugh softly, before stepping forward to take his hand in hers.

He looked down at their intertwined hands and looked right back up at her questioningly. “what…”

“If you liked me, you really should have just said so…” she muttered softly, shaking her head with a slight giggle, “If you did, it definitely would have saved us 7 days.”

He grinned widely, “so this… makes us boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?” he asked, grin turning into a teasing smirk on his face, making the girl before him scoff and laugh.

“We’ll see in 7 days.”

[loousir]

(Vampire Story) Chapter Two

Masterlist | Prev. Part | Next Part

All characters depicted are 18+

Warnings: Mention of the v-card word, mention of crazy ex and reader being bi, reader being watched

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The day went on with little incident and otherwise nothing happening. Minimal assignments, everyone was just getting used to the atmosphere of the new highschool year. Lunch for Kai was a different story.

---Kai's P.O.V.---

Kai sighed as he walked out to one of the courtyards that he was told held the cherry tree Darian mentioned. He looked around for a moment and observed the area, spotting the blonde who had invited him. Darian had seemed to find Kai as well, waving him over.

Kai took the spot next to Darian who was looking around for someone. "So, Kai, what brings you to this school?" He asked, looking up to him after. Kai shrugs, not wanting to say the real reason why he was here. "My parents moved here recently and this is the closest place to my house." That was a flat out lie but he seemed to buy it.

"You know, there aren't many guys like us here. Why wouldn't your parents move to a, oh, I dunno, a not human territory?" Kai shrugged. "No clue, they never tell me whats going on in their life anyways." That was true, Kai is always left in the dark when it comes to why he's sent to do things but once he saw you, he knew why they sent him to this school.

"Look, I don't really wanna talk about my family." He said, pushing his hair back slightly. Darian raises his hands a bit as to say he wouldn't press anymore after the aggressive response. "Anyways, I saw you staring at (Y/n) in the gym this mornings." Kai looks over to him with a skeptical glare.

"He's a virgin."

Kai raises his brows slightly. "What?" Darian rolls his eyes. "Probably in the way you're thinking but not what I meant. He's not marked and has never been drank from. And as far as I'm concerned, he's single." Kai "ohs" softly before seeing you walking along side Andy. You looked over and saw him too, offering a small wave and a smile. Kai returned the gesture.

Good to know he's available.

Darian seems distracted as Kai kept his eyes on you. You and Andy had sat down under one of the weeping willows to eat lunch together. "Darian, are there any other vampires in this town?" Kai asked, looking over to the blonde. Darian nods and locks eyes with Kai. "There's a few. Be careful about them, they aren't exactly here to play nice." He pauses and texts something on his phone.

"And be careful with (Y/n). Im pretty sure he's got some eyes on him that aren't yours." Kai nods and thanks Darian for the warnings. Lunch had passed pretty quickly, Kai asking Darian for more "need to know" information. But of course, things had to be cut short as the bell rang, saying lunch was over.

---(Y/n)'s P.O.V.---

You sighed and fiddled with your pencil slightly while sitting in class. You knew this teacher would be no fun but damn. This was just not it. Kai was sitting in the seat next to you which was the window seat. Both of you were fortunate enough to sit in the back of the class. The teacher was mumbling on about something when you heard something fall. You looked down then looked under your chair by your foot to see a mechanical pencil that wasn't yours.

Right as you went to pick it up, another hand collided with yours, making you glance up. Kai was in very close proximity. "Sorry," he whispered to you, grabbing the pencil. You shook your head and when you both sat back up, the teacher was looking at you and Kai. A couple other students were looking too.

"Sorry Mr. Wells, Kai dropped his pencil."

Kai nodded and held it up as "proof" while you did the classic "Im the teachers pet" routine. Mr. Wells gave a slightly skeptical nod before going back to what he was doing. Kai smirked and looked over to you, catching you looking at him. He winked before turning back to his paper.

You blushed softly before doing the same. Andy was one of the students who had watched it unfold but was the only one who noticed the aftermath. You were ever grateful this was the last class of the day.

The final bell rang and you packed up, waiting for most of the students to clear out before standing. Kai and Andy seemed to have done the same. "Are we still going to that Cafe?" Kai asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he stood. You nodded and stood up as well, looking over to Andy who was waiting by the door for the both of you.

"Let's get going."

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The three of you had made it to the Cafe pretty quickly thanks to Andy. It was a small, family run place that always gave off fall vibes, even in the middle of summer. You placed your orders before talking about the surrounding shops and neighbourhoods. Kai listens intently as you speak, thankful you're telling him about the area.

The moment that you had paused to thank the waitress, Kai took the chance to change the subject. "(Y/n), can I ask you about yourself? Like what you do for fun for example." You were in the middle of taking a drink but nodded none the less. "Yeah, uhm," You pause for a moment and think. "Well..." You listed off a few of the things you liked to do in your free time. One of which was going on picnics.

Kai smiles and watched you as you talk. Andy simple sat quietly and played on his phone, not really interested in making a new friend. "Oh and, Andy is my best friend. I see him as a brother." Andy looks up at the mention of his name and looks between you and Kai.

"What?" You roll your eyes. "If you weren't anti-social for once you would know what I was saying." Andy's lips press into a straight line. He breathes in to say something before stopping himself, knowing you would have comeback for whatever it was. "Whatever. I'll warm up to him..." He mumbled out. You looked to Kai with a smile and a shrug.

Kai smiled a little more as well and takes a sip from his own drink. "Do you think I could know a bit about you?" You asked as he set his cup down. "Sure. But where to start..." You said to start at the same place as you, with likes and dislikes.

"I enjoy reading, and stargazing. I can't think of much else I enjoy doing off the top of my head but..." You smiled and shook your head. "No worries, I'm sure we'll learn more as we talk." Kai nods and Andy looks to the both of you. "Hey uh, I gotta get home soon. Do you want a ride back to your place?" He asked, looking between you and Kai again.

"Please. Is it alright if we cut it short today?" You asked looking up to Kai. He nodded, "I don't mind. There are plenty of other days we can talk." You smiled and stood up, going to wait in line to pay the bill. Andy looks up to Kai. "Hey, uhm, I should warn you about his crazy ex. She's kinda freaky so you might run into her. If a chick with heavy eye make-up and a blonde streak tries to confront you, that would be her." He spoke only loud enough for Kai to hear but he nodded and took the warning seriously. "Thank you for telling me, Andy." He nods and looks to you making your way back over to the table.

"Lets get going."

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1301 (sorry these have been so short, also not proof read)

[thefanciestborrower]

SO! I have, taste headcannons for the fellowship that require sharing and since you lot are a captive audience I’m gonna be showing them to you like a cool rock I found 

Fun fact I had a few irl friends at school help me come up with these under the guise of just wanting to assign foods to the characters. They all saw through that instantly and laughed at me a bit of course but eh what can you do 🤷🏻

F/rodo is strawberries and cream because let’s face it, something sweet and summery is exactly the sort of thing he deserves. Maybe the sweetness gets a little muted after carrying the ring for so long, but he never looses that fresh berry tang 

Sam is a hearty Irish stew no question. Those sorts of stews are always loaded with potatoes, meat, and cabbage, and to me there’s practically nothing more homey and down to earth 

Mmmm I think I decided a while ago that M/erry is an apple pie. Sweet and heavy, with that extra kick of cinnamon spice and maybe just a hint of ice cream

P/ippin was a bit tricky but I’m pretty sure he’d be sweet Irish soda bread with a bit of butter or jam spread on top. I can’t decide which would be better, but there’s definitely some raisins in there because contrary to the general population I love raisin bread and will take any chance I can to eat it 

B/oromir is just a straight up slice of mutton and I don’t think I need to elaborate on why other than I love mutton and he definitely has that gamey flavor 

A/ragorn....I genuinely don’t remember quite what I picked out for him before but I’m leaning towards maybe an elk stew? My grandpa hunts and he used to bring home loads of elk for us to make soup with, and I feel like that’s just got the right vibe. It’s lighter than a proper stew for sure, with more vegetables like peas and carrots and loads of herbs

L/egolas is by far the lightest, tasting mostly of sun sweetened blackberries fresh off the vine, with little herbal undertones. Something like mint maybe, or perhaps even lemongrass. There might even be an almost wine-like quality to the fruitiness if you look for it 

Okay G/imli gave me a bit of trouble, but I think I’d say he’d be fairly close to a pork pie coupled with a good slice of cheese. Heavy and rich and very salty, but an overall simple flavor (either that or a scotch egg because those are also delicious and I might be craving them just a tad right now)

Last but not least is G/andalf, a strong herbal tea, probably green, steeped to the point of almost being bitter. But there’s a few notes of honey in there as well. Overall very strong and earthy, with a subtle hint of sweetness under everything 

[therealvinelle]

do you think carlisle wanted to be a dad or was dadhood thrust upon him

The latter.

He never shows any particular longing for children. When Rosalie speaks of her childlessness, she brings up Esme as one who wanted kids and is making do with the Cullens, not Esme and Carlisle. Carlisle doesn’t go full Father the way Esme does Mother, either, the parent-child dynamic that we see between Billy and Jacob or Charlie and Bella isn’t there. He treats his children like cherished and respected adults who sometimes need guidance, not quite kids. (More on this below.)

He doesn’t seem particularly drawn to kids, either, he lived in Volterra for decades yet his relationship with Alec and Jane is nonexistent, and whenever he meets up with Siobhan and Maggie (Maggie being 15) it’s Siobhan he focuses on.

Plus, and I know no one will be with me on this, but he just doesn’t have the vibe.

To backtrack a bit, how did Carlisle become the father figure in the Cullen family in the first place?

He never set out to become Edward’s father. He turned Edward because he’d grown attached to Elizabeth Masen, and she asked him to turn her son. After that, Carlisle looked at Edward as a potential vampire, and saw all the things Edward could be - a friend, a brother, or a son. He was willing to be a father, but brother or partner would have worked just fine by him as well. Edward got to choose which it would be, or rather Edward decided upon waking up: he took one look at Carlisle and said “yup, that’s my Heavenly Father”.

Then we have Rosalie, she could have been his sister, niece-but-not-daughter-figure, or friend-of-the-family-who’s-part-of-the-coven. Point being, she didn’t have to become his daughter, and yet she did. I can only assume that, like Edward, she chose it. As she found her place in the family, sister and daughter was what felt right for Rosalie in relation to Edward, Carlisle, and Esme.

Then Emmett entered the family, he was Rosalie’s husband, so son to Carlisle and Esme and brother to Edward it is. Alice and Jasper arrive, alright, guess we’re playing house! The coven leader and his mate are mother and father now.

Now, I don’t think the Cullens are secretly not a family, that the whole thing is a front brought on by contrivances. They make it clear again and again that they see each other as family, and they prove several times they’ll go to bat for Edward. And since this is a post about Carlisle I’ll stress that he even refers to newcomer Bella as being like a daughter to him.

The coven has its dysfunctions, yes, anyone who follows my blog knows that I think it’ll break up sooner or later, but that doesn’t delegitimize what they do have.

I think Carlisle is the father figure because that’s what the Cullens need him to be.

Edward was orphaned and alone in a brave new world, and immediately latched on to Carlisle. This isn’t the post to get into their relationship, suffice to say that he needs Carlisle to be his father and would not cope well with Carlisle saying “Fatherhood, huh, woof. Yeahh about that, kid...”

Of course, Carlisle thought of him as a potential son before turning him, but all the same this turned out to be what Edward needed.

Rosalie and Carlisle's relationship is also best reserved for a post of its own, but in a nutshell her parents were social climbers who viewed her beauty as their ticket up the social ladder:

“It was my mother’s job to keep our house — and myself and my two younger brothers — in spotless order. It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favorite. I didn’t fully understand at the time, but I was always vaguely aware that my parents weren’t satisfied with what they had, even if it was so much more than most. They wanted more. They had social aspirations — social climbers, I suppose you could call them. My beauty was like a gift to them. They saw so much more potential in it than I did. 

 (...) 

[I was] happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty dresses. (Eclipse, page 90)

Enter then Carlisle Cullen, who has no interest in her beauty, no ambition on her behalf. He gave her this life she never wanted, yes, but in doing so he also saw something in Rosalie Hale that was worth it all, that he wanted to keep around for eternity.

Rosalie was very happy with her life, but even when reminiscing about how amazing it all was she is able to recognize that her parents loved her beauty, not so much Rosalie herself. Did she want that affection, of course, what child wouldn’t. But, I find the fact that she let Carlisle become her father telling.

I think he’s the father she wished Mr. Hale had been.

Alice is... complicated, but a big part of what she gets from being with the Cullens, from the high school routine and all the clothes, is personhood. She’s an inhuman entity with no memory of being human, and her visions make her even less connected to the physical world than other vampires are. How do you carve out a sense of self around that?

To her, performative humanity as a Cullen is just that, it’s her getting to be a person.

In that regard, having Carlisle around as a person to relate to, a father figure to give Alice Cullen the person substance, is precious.

Jasper doesn’t need a father, but he is in need of guidance and a confidante. Carlisle is implied to be this to him in Midnight Sun, when Jasper needs to be talked down from doing something rash and Alice’s response is to put him in Carlisle’s office and wait for Carlisle to come home and talk sense into him. Carlisle just smiles wryly and trots up the stairs to do what is apparently the not unheard of Jasper wrangling. I can see why the father/son thing comes naturally to them.

I think Renesmée to an extent will also fall under the umbrella of Cullens who act like baby birds around Carlisle, as explained in this post.

Emmett and Bella have no such void being filled by Carlisle. Do they see each other as family, sure, Emmett especially considering how many years they’ve been together. 

(Also, yes I’m aware I didn’t include Esme’s relationship with the kids in this post, that’s not to dismiss her but because anon didn’t ask.)

[makeadealwithdean]

‘tis the damn season - part 2

‘tis the damn season (a college/hometown au) - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Tags (series tags, but updated by chapter): fluff, light angst (more like awkwardness), mutual pining, john winchester’s a+ parenting, taylor swift vibes

Summary: It’s Christmas break, and Y/N is headed home for the holidays. But with her hometown, comes thoughts of her high school boyfriend, Dean, and what they might’ve had if she’d taken the other road. When she runs into Dean, she can’t help but wonder if they can rekindle the spark between them.

Word Count: 1.4k

Divider: @firefly-graphics

a/n: i gotta say, i’m really enjoying writing this series. i can see it all play out in my head, which i’m LOVING. also, a made a playlist specifically for this fic, which is linked down below. but here’s a playlist for my deangirls who are also swifties. xx

Main Masterlist // Playlist

AO3 // Part 1

It was a few days later when Y/N finally allowed herself to think about Dean Winchester. Not that she hadn’t thought about him often ever since their conversation at the bar, (she had), but she’d tried really, really hard not to. But when thoughts of Dean kept on popping into her head, literally, every ten minutes, she eventually gave up on fighting it.

Thinking back on their conversation, she could tell that Dean had been, at least, happy to see her; though, she wasn’t entirely sure “happy” was the right word to use in this situation. He’d definitely acted nervous, and though their chat had gone well, it wasn't entirely without awkwardness.

Not that the awkwardness was unwarranted. It definitely was, but she found herself missing the times where it seemed like nothing could ever be awkward between them. This wasn’t a new feeling; she tended to experience it every time she came home. The idea that she and Dean were in the same town always played with her mind, but things felt different since she’d actually seen and talked to him a few days before. She hadn’t felt this close to him since they actually had been close a few years prior. She recognized the danger in allowing herself to pine for him; yet, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was the right person— it had simply been the wrong time.

And maybe Dean was feeling the same thing, because it wasn’t long before her phone buzzed, and up popped a message notification from a name that hadn’t been on her screen in a long time. She scooped her phone up from the bedside table and settled back on her pillows before unlocking the device.

Dean Winchester: Hey Y/N, it was really good to see you again the other night. I know it’s a long shot, but is there any chance you’d wanna meet me for lunch or coffee or something? I’d really like to talk to you again.

Y/N stared at the screen in disbelief. To be fair, she wasn’t sure why she was so shocked. With the way the conversation had gone and the way Dean had acted, maybe she should’ve been expecting something like this. Still, an impromptu, little conversation at a bar was vastly different than a planned meeting of any kind, and frankly, going on this “date” (was it a date?) would open a whole new can of worms that she couldn’t guarantee she was mentally ready to deal with. On the other hand, hadn’t Dean already opened that can by sending this text to begin with? One might argue “yes,” he had, and if that was the case, what was the harm in meeting up with him?

Her thumbs danced over the screen of the phone in her hands as she pondered how to respond to him. She typed out and deleted several messages before finally settling on:

Y/N: Hi Dean, I wouldn’t mind meeting for coffee. I think it’ll be good for us to catch up as friends. Just let me know when you’re free :)

There. That would solve the “date” confusion. She’d always been a fan of making intentions clear before meeting up with a person. It annoyed her when guys would ask her to “hang out” with them – what did that even mean? Was it just as friends or were they looking for something more? And since they were usually, in fact, looking for something more, it irked her that they couldn’t just suck it up and call it a “date” – cowards, in her opinion. In any case, she didn’t have an issue clarifying, especially given the history between them. Better safe than sorry.

She hit send, staring at the screen for a second before she caught herself waiting for the text bubbles to appear. She didn’t want to sit around and wait for his response. To do that would be like throwing herself off the same damn cliff she had the first time around, and that was not what she wanted to do. It was bad enough she agreed to meet with him, but her good nature was telling her that she needed to give Dean a chance to apologize, or at least to explain. She knew, in her heart, that Dean hadn’t meant to hurt her, and that had to count for something, she thought.

Her phone buzzed, and despite her insistence not to care, she snatched it up off the table yet again and unlocked it.

Dean Winchester: Awesome, I’m free anytime on Sunday. If that works for you?

Y/N’s mouth twitched upwards in a tiny smile against her will. She could practically hear Dean’s “Awesome” out loud– it was just one of those things he’d said so often while they were together, she didn’t even have to strain to imagine him standing in front of her, those very same words falling off his lips, drawing her back in. Imagining him in front of her, she could already feel herself reverting to her old state of being, the same way she felt about him back in high school.

Catching it and forcing herself to come out of it, she checked the date on her phone. Thursday. That left about four days, counting today, until Dean wanted to meet again. Surely, she could get a handle on her emotions by then. She wasn’t an angsty teenager anymore, and she liked to think she was a bit more stable emotionally than she’d been in high school. She checked her calendar, just to be sure, but of course, her schedule was free. Other than catching up with one of her high school best friends on Friday, she had absolutely nothing planned– the best way to spend the winter break, in her opinion.

She opened her Messages app once more, and tapped on the thread she had with Dean. She smiled a little at the “Awesome” again, a little surprised he didn’t use the “:)” with it, and began typing.

Y/N: Sunday works great for me. I’m also pretty free that day, how about 4:30 or 5pm? Unless you’d rather meet earlier…

She sent the text, staring for several seconds until the gray bubbles popped up, signaling that Dean was typing. Within a few seconds, another message appeared on her screen.

Dean Winchester: Sounds good. Sunday 5pm at that coffee shop downtown. Hot vanilla latte on me, or whatever it is that you want :)

There it was– that little “:)” that Dean was so prone to using. It was stupid, but seeing it again, from him, felt reassuring. And he’d remembered her coffee order, not that it was super complicated anyway, but it’d been years. Still, that was just Dean– painfully oblivious on some fronts, but on others, surprisingly observant.

She sent back a simple, thumbs up emoji, and immediately got the urge to text that high school best friend she was seeing tomorrow. She opened her message thread with Charlie and typed as fast as her fingers would allow:

Y/N: Bitch, you’ll never guess who just texted me.

She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long for a response. It seemed like no matter where she was or the time of day, Charlie always had one eye on her phone. Unbelievably, tech-savvy and also a huge night-owl, Charlie did a lot of work from her phone and laptop, so the absurd amount of time she spent on her phone really wasn’t that bad. Sure enough, the gray typing bubbles appeared soon, and within seconds, a new message appeared.

Charlie: girl who??? spillllll

Y/N: Dean

Charlie: WHAT??? dean WINCHESTER?

Y/N: Do you know another Dean?

Charlie: ASKJSKJSK do you need me to get him?? what does he want??

You swiped back to your and Dean’s thread and took a couple quick screenshots of the conversation. You sent them to Charlie, double-checking you were sending them to the right person before tapping the send button, and waited.

Charlie: omg so wait– you saw him already?

Y/N: Only for a second, and it was an accident. Ran into him while picking up food for my family at the bar.

Charlie: okay, well, you’re telling me absolutely everything in person tomorrow. deal?

Y/N: ofc, duh <3

She rolled over and snuggled into the pillows, out of habit, hugging the teddy bear that she’d had practically since birth. She’d known Charlie almost as long– middle school to college is a pretty long time to be best friends with someone. Even though she didn’t see Charlie in person as much as she’d like to– different colleges and all– she knew when she saw her the next day, it’d be like they’d never been apart at all.

She could hardly wait.

Part 3

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[maria-akira]

how you meet the ahs boys + their reaction while you're having a class - PART 1

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hey yall im back again 🧍🏻‍♀️ is this what you call a headcanon?? idk BAHAHSHHA. anyways i've had this idea in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it to yall, so i hope you guys like it 😌

these also have a little back story on how you guys meet !!

also, special mention to @tatestripedsweater for helping me give ideas with jimmy's part !! thank you so much mwah 🥺❤

warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

please excuse any errors !

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~♡ TATE LANGDON:

before the pandemic, you and your family have moved into the murder house.

the house gave your family a very odd vibe, but nonetheless all of you had to bear with it because it was sold for a cheap price.

but when the pandemic arrived the country, you were stuck at home 24/7. thus, classes were online.

you met tate because of your father. tate was one of his patients and the both of you grew close.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

tate would randomly barge in your room while having a class and you would jump out of shock.

"Jesus, Tate. Stop scaring me like that!"

tate would giggle and lay on your bed, observing the lesson that the teacher rambled about.

while you're writing notes, he would stand up and take a chair from some part of your room and sit beside you.

knowing that tate is clingy, you would warn him not to bug you and behave while you listened in class.

of course, he doesn't listen and he would place his head on your shoulder and eventually would cuddle you.

"Taaate, please let me focus."

luckily, you always keep your camera off.

"Mmm, no. I enjoy bugging you."

~♡ KIT WALKER:

one time, you were driving to school on your own and you were almost running out of gas.

luckily, you saw a gas station nearby and decided to get a fill before heading to school. and there, you met kit.

when you first laid your eyes on kit, you thought that he was the prettiest man ever. you couldn't let this chance slip, thus, you exchanged numbers with him.

you talked all day and night, the both of you were so inlove with each other and you finally decided to introduce him to your parents.

your parents loved him and you were so, so happy.

but when the pandemic came, it affected your relationship with kit.

since all schools and unis were closed down, everything went online.

when kit stayed over, he couldn't spend a lot of time with you because you had to attend classes early in the morning, till afternoon.

"Can you stay in bed with me for a little bit, darling?"

unfortunately, you woke up late that day and you missed 10 minutes of your first class. and just like that, you were stuck to your desk until afternoon.

"Kit baby, I'm sorry. I'm late for my first class. Maybe later, okay?"

as much as kit hated this whole online class thing, he would always find a way to cheer you up.

thus, he would cook you breakfast and bring it over to your room.

"C'mere, I'll feed you while you listen and write down notes."

~♡ KYLE SPENCER (PRE DEATH AND POST DEATH) :

PRE DEATH:

madison, your friend, had bugged you all week to go with her to this college frat party near your house.

you weren't the party type. you loved staying at home, watching netflix or reading some sort of fan fiction on wattpad.

but you hated being single. so, this was your chance to actually get a boyfriend.

when you arrived at the party, you immediately hated it. everything was so loud and everyone was drinking, it was definitely a new sight for you.

you were sitting on a couch that was in the balcony, with a red cup that was filled with punch. you loved being away from the commotion.

this is where you met kyle, it was love at first sight. the both of you had so much in common and you thought that he was the man of your dreams.

you exchanged snapchats and from there, you were partners-in-crime.

you and kyle had stopped going to parties ever since the pandemic arrived, which means you got to see each other less.

since the both of you were students, both of your classes went online.

one time, kyle had no classes for a day and he decided to surprise you.

that day, you were having an online presentation. both your camera and microphone were on.

"Rene Descartes was the Father of Modern Philosophy—"

as you were presenting the slide show, you were cut off by kyle's presence infront of your desk.

"I brought you food, baby!"

you would shush him and suddenly turn off your mic.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. My boyfriend arrived and I—"

kyle would go beside you and kiss you on your cheek, your classmates and teacher cooing over it.

"Miss, you better give my girlfriend a good grade."

POST DEATH:

*pretend that he survived the bus accident and had a coma, because we arent involving witchcraft here*

kyle and his fraternity were on a bus that was going to some college event at school.

on the way there, you guys snapped each other and his friends would talk to you as well.

unfortunately, they got in an accident and the bus was flipped over.

a few students, including kyle, survived the accident.

when you heard this news, you cried your heart out and you didnt talk to anyone in your family.

you and your family visited the hospital and you rushed to kyle's room, it broke your heart to see tubes in him, with machines that beeped like there was no tomorrow.

when the doctor said that kyle was in a coma, your heart sank in the deepest part of your body.

this made you stay 24/7 with him until he was discharged.

when he was discharged from the hospital, he was not his usual self. the bubbly, energetic kyle was gone. instead, he was so confused with everything.

kyle's mom made him stay with you until he got his memory back, and you were more than glad to help.

but this took a toll on your studies because your classes were online due to a pandemic.

everyday in class, you would let kyle sit beside you and let him observe what you were doing.

"We're in Science class, Kyle. You were really good in Science, you helped me alot with my homeworks."

most of the time, you would help kyle develop his speech and his writing. but it was difficult for you.

"S-Sci... S-Sci-en.. ce?"

"Yes, Kyle! Good job, now one more time."

~♡ JIMMY DARLING:

ever since you were a kid, you loved going to carnivals, your parents would always bring you there every weekend.

there were carnivals almost everywhere, and your family brought you to all of them.

to you, each carnival was unique. the clowns and magicians in each carnival had different tricks up their sleeve.

but as you grew up, these carnivals slowly went out of business. except for one, which was elsa's cabinet of curiosities.

you decided to visit it one day just for a trip down memory lane, you never really had expectations for this place.

when you arrived there, there were a few people that were seated.

the show started and it instantly made you smile, they reminded you of your younger days. oh how you wished to be a child again.

you watched through a few acts, and the last act was a man named jimmy darling

when he came on stage, you locked eyes with him. there was something about him that really struck you.

after the performance ended, jimmy ran over to you and got your number. from there, you always talked and you would visit him regularly.

the regular visits stopped when the pandemic struck the country, forcing entertainment establishments, schools and unis to close down.

for the mean time, all your classes went online. you told jimmy that he could stay with you until things went back to normal.

on an early tuesday morning, you were in english class. jimmy was with your parents preparing breakfast, and you were falling asleep while your teacher discussed about the odyssey.

unlike tate, jimmy would always knock on your door. as his mom always taught, never enter anyone's room without knocking.

jimmy would giggle at your sleeping sight, your head lowered and your hair messed up.

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up! You're in class."

jimmy's timing was perfect. as he woke you up, you were called by the teacher.

"Miss Y/N, Do you think Odysseus was loyal to his wife?"

obviously, you panicked. but jimmy was there to save you. since jimmy was fond of reading, he finished the book and he whispered the answer to you before you could turn on your mic.

"No, Ma'am. Odysseus had an affair with Calypso and Circe."

once you got your teacher's approval, you turned off your microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky that I'm here to help you."

jimmy would joke and you would jump up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"I'm always lucky to have you, baby."

~♡ DANDY MOTT

at a young age, you were exposed to different types of fabrics. denim, silk, corduroy, neoprene. they name it, you've probably seen it.

your mother worked as a fashion designer. she managed to open a shop in the city and it was a great success for you and your family.

your mother has styled famous models. because of this, the shop was promoted and broadcasted all over the country. one day when you came from school, you saw a long line outside the shop.

that day, the staff count was low. there were only 5 employees instead of 10. you didn't exactly know why, so you decided to help.

after what felt like several hours, the long line finally dissolved into 2 customers, which was a mother and her son. they looked through the shop and the mother instantly loved everything.

her son, on the other hand, was trying on this lilac tux that your mother made.

you assisted her son and when you locked eyes, the both of you smiled. you entertained him throughout his shopping spree and the both of you never broke eye contact.

this was how you met dandy. he made the first move by getting your number, and of course you gave it back.

from there, the both of you talked day and night, even when you were in school.

since dandy's mother, gloria, loved your mother's shop so much, she would invite you and your mother regularly to her mansion.

gloria and your mother got along very well, and it was like gloria was your second mother.

so when your mother went to paris for a fashion show, she let you stay in gloria's mansion until she came back.

but to your dismay, your mother was not able to come back due to a pandemic that was all over the world. flights, establishments, and schools closed down.

of course you were sad, but you didn't worry so much because gloria treated you like her real daughter.

classes were online and you were forced to attend them everyday in the shared room you had with dandy.

since you had to get ready for class early in the morning, you would quietly get out of bed because dandy was sometimes a light sleeper.

it was around 8am and you were in math class. in your school, cameras were required to be turned on at all times. you thought this was a shit rule, but you had no choice to comply.

you were drawing some circles with a compass for an example that was being discussed by your teacher, when all of a sudden dandy was beside you.

"Dandy, sweetie, what are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.."

dandy would pout at the lack of attention that you were giving him. since he loved holding your hand, you let him hold your other hand that you didn't use for writing.

"You're doing Math instead of cuddling with me!"

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i'm actually super proud of this omg !! i hope yall enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺❤

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[magicxc]

Sweetness

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Steve x Black!FemReader

Summary: New to the neighbourhood, reader gets a special welcome from Steve.

Word Count: 5078

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Hand Job, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex

A/N: This fic has been bouncing around in my head for quite some time and I was finally able to articulate my thoughts long enough to see this through. *does happy dance* This steamy piece is every bit inspired by @queenoftheworldisdead​ and her Home for the holidays fic, so I recommend y’all give that a read. Enjoy and lemme know whatcha think!!

Moving always sucked for me. When I was eight years old, I moved during the middle of the school year because my parents got a new house. New district, new school, new friends. I guess that wasn’t too bad. Children are fickle as is. Up next was highschool. The eldest of three gave me privacy privileges that allowed me to move downstairs into our basement. It seemed cool until I had to drag damn near my entire bedroom down the steps by myself. Bitches, all of them. A little help would’ve been nice, but what also made things worse was the fact that I cracked my bedframe on the way down. The only good thing about that incident was that it made for a really cool, not so true, story about me getting some action. It’s safe to say my highschool life became a little lively afterwards. Then came college. Yes, my dorm came partially furnished, but it didn’t make the setup any easier. I- I guess when I think about it, all accidents aside, it really all just boils down to laziness. There’s so much lifting, and sweating, and exerted energy. It’s tiring. But at least I own up to it. I genuinely hate unnecessary labour. 

And that brings me to now. Four years later and a degree in hand, I think it’s time to leave the nest, so to speak. Although late night cramming, frat parties, and shitty cafeteria food was a vibe, I think I’m ready to have my own space where I don’t wake up to my roommate getting her guts rearranged. I mean, get it in where you can but preferably when I’m not there. Shortly before graduating, I spent my final days on campus house hunting. My ultimate preference was to find something in a nice area, have ideal yard space, with close proximity to the city, and for the love of God, have a big kitchen; because ya girl likes to eat. Which is why I felt like I landed my dream home in Hillwood. 

Thankfully my family was a great help to me moving in, this time around. Three days and two sore muscles later I was, for the most part, good to go. There was still a lot of setting up to do and rearranging of the general area, but the only thing I was missing was my vanity table. It took a little longer to ship but the large counter space and the IG ready lights made the wait oh so worth it. And now here I am, leaning out onto the railing of my porch as I patiently wait for my delivery because according to my email, it’s been shipped. Yeah, I’m one of those. Standing outside I feel the chill, autumn breeze caressing my warm skin as I gaze out into the open air, my heart swelling with pride as I reflect on my life’s journey. 

Too into my thoughts, I barely register this random man approaching my steps. It puts me a bit on edge, and I was all too ready to tell him how he was getting just a little too comfortable until I eyed his friendly grin. Fuck, why is pretty privilege such a thing. 

“Howdy neighbour” he says as he comes to a slow stop just beneath the steps. “I’m Steve and I thought I’d come on by and welcome you to the neighbourhood”

Steve? As in Rogers? Didn't they leave his ass on the moon? I mean, it does sorta look like him. Minus the fluffy looking beard and the extra muscle mass and those big, veiny, han- hold up. I’m staring and it’s safe to say he’s noticed; not that I care. Fuck, I wonder if any other moon men live in the neighbourhood. I wouldn’t mind some eye candy. 

“Steve” I like the way that rolls off my tongue. I wonder what else I’d like to roll off my tong- and there it is again. Dammit, I'm not gonna last long like this.

“Nice to meet you. This where you been hiding out?” 

“Yeah, let's go with that,” he said chuckling. “So, what brings you to Hillwood?” Steve asks. 

“Cheap prices” I said shrugging. “Thought you were on the moon?” I questioned. 

“And I thought it was courtesy to exchange names after an introduction,” Steve countered. 

“Touché Steven” Standing up straight, I gesture for him to climb up the steps and offer him my name as I slip my hand inside his. 

There’s a roughness to his palm, his thick fingers the size of sausages and I can’t help but imagine where else I’d like to feel them. We shake on it, his squeezing a little firmer than necessary, but I welcome the grip; liking the feel of his strength. It soon dwindles down to a light swaying and some minor eye fucking, either of us unwilling to let go. Eventually our handshake comes to a gentle stop as he repeats my name back to me.

Caressing my knuckles with his thumb, Steve begins “you know, if -“

Easing my hand from his grip I make my way inside to answer the phone, shouting back a quick “one sec.”

I hear him mumble out how he was saved by the bell and I find it too cute that America's hero, who was out here fighting in literal wars, gets a little shy over me. 

I reach the phone and see that it's my sister, who’s probably calling to remind me of our family video session. And as much as I hate to tell the moon man goodbye, my family will kill me if I miss another gathering. The last time we scheduled to get on a call I completely forgot, finding myself drunk as hell at one of my college's local bars. I was ten shots in and a few licks shy from the lime wedged into the strangers mouth. Why in the fuck I answered my phone is beyond me, but my drunk mind thought it was cool. Tongue out and nipples in reach, it’s safe to say that my parents weren’t impressed and my siblings have since refused to let me live it down. So, unfortunately I can't ditch this meeting to oogle mr fine on my porch. But, I genuinely love our get togethers and the way that we make time for one another even when we can't be in each other's physical presence, so I don't mind. Hanging up the phone, I make my way to the door to see if I can put the moves on this beefcake of a man before I let him go. 

“It was very nice to meet you Steve, but I have to get going. Let's exchange numbers so that you can show me around the neighbourhood sometime?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” he smiled. “By the way, what’s your favorite pastry?”

“Ohhh you’re gonna get me food? You know the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach!” I exclaimed.”

“I thought it was through love and loyalty,” Steve challenged. 

“No, not even close. It’s through food. You’re in the twenty first century now, things are changing.”

“Clearly, I have a lot to learn.”

“Yeah, clearly. But I do like cheesecake,” I mused. 

All playfulness leaves Steve’s face and he gives me this blank expression. “Y/N,” he says slowly, “cheesecake isn't a pastry.”

“But it's sweet.”

An awkward silence follows and I’m point two seconds away from feeling slow, like damn just say what you’re thinking. 

“That doesn’t make it a pastry,” Steve protested. 

“My bad, is it a cake?”

“Actually, it’s a tart”

“Steve, get off my porch.” 

I didn’t actually want an answer. Not that I mind him putting me on, but people normally pick up on my sarcasm. And why the hell is it called a cheesecake, if it's not a cake. His laughter cuts through my poker face and I find myself in a fit of giggles at his boyish charm. Apparently there’s this whole subdivision of desserts which Steve spent the next several minutes delightfully explaining. And I loved his excitement which is why I held back on my next joke. Since we’ve only just met and he doesn’t understand my sense of humor, I don't want him to shut down on me. 

The incoming video call breaks our conversation and I shush him with a quick peck to his cheek and a door to his face. Running to the couch, I pause, realising what I’d done. And I just had to laugh because I didn’t regret it for a second. I plop down on the cushions just as I hear Steve's retreating footsteps and press answer. 

“Good to see you sober,” my sister teases. 

“Shut the fuck up Ashley.”

“Y/N,” my mother lectured. “Just cause you’ve moved out of the house doesn’t mean you’re exempted from whoopings. Watch your mouth.”

“Yes ma’am,” I apoligised. “My bad, but please tell Ashley shut up about that. I feel embarrassed as is.”

“I fEeL eMbArRaSsEd As Is,” Ashley mocks. “And you should be.”

“It’s always the last child that's the most chaotic,” my older sister chimes in. 

“Girls please, do not start this. We just started the damn call,” my dad criticized.

And that's how the next hour my evening went. Some bickering here, some gossiping there, and an overall update of everyone's daily life. And I fucking love these intimate times with my family because it makes being out here a touch less lonely. I do enjoy having my own space, but sometimes I miss being in the house with them. Fighting my sisters on who gets to take a shower first or bitching about who ate who else's leftovers. Another peak moment from our conversation was them agreeing to spend the weekend out here with me, to really break in the house. It also helps to have the extra hands here to help set up my vanity table, but they don't need to know that right now. 

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Finally, the weekend rolls around and currently my family and I are littered around the front room television glued into Netflix’s most talked about series. I probably wouldn't have made it past the first round of the show, but that's a discussion for another day. Debates, assumptions, and even bets get thrown around with promises to finish off the series the following day. And it's safe to consider their money gone because I'm great at predictions. Sometime later we find ourselves in a heated game of taboo, in which I leave with a face full of tears and a sore ass loser. This night is for the books. Because if I thought the bar thing was bad, I haven’t seen nothing yet and knowing my family, they will never let me live this down. But in all fairness, I'm very competitive and my dad sucked as a game partner. Like straight up shitty with his hints. I think he should pay my cable bill to really make it up to me. You know, something light - nothing too crazy. 

I promised myself a shower, to cleanse the stench of loser, and as water trickles down my back, I take in a deep breath to inhale my essential oils in hopes of relaxing my achy muscles. Combined with the steam of the shower, the mist of the oils work deep into my pores and I feel my limbs droop in relaxation. Lathering up my towel, I swipe across my skin, scrubbing it spotless. Continuing to wash myself, I rinse off the excess soap and step out of the shower thirty minutes later; feeling clean and every bit of exhausted. Moisturizing my body, I slip into my night dress and make my way downstairs to the kitchen for some herbal tea to really set the mood of tranquility.

Stepping into the kitchen, I hear several knocks at my front door and according to my stove, it's 12:33. So whoever is on the other end clearly doesn’t respect my sleep. I think about ignoring it off the fact that they’re here unannounced, but my thoughts drift back to my family and I'd hate to disturb their slumber just because I'm awake. Walking over to the door, I take a look through the peephole and sigh in annoyance because clearly the moon man doesn’t care about the time. A second round of knocks pitches me out of my spot and I find myself unlocking the door to see a beaming Steve on the other end. 

“It’s midnight,” I stressed. “What is it that's so important that it couldn't wait until morning?

“Cheesecake,”  he muttered. “I’ve been busy these past couple of days and I finally had some free time so I whipped em up. I couldn't really sleep and I needed something to keep my mind busy. Plus they’re even better when fresh,” Steve stammered on. 

“Steve -“

“And I missed you. I know that we’ve spoken here and there, and texted back and forth, but I just wanted to see you again. You’re hilarious and I could use a laugh tonight,” he murmured. “And I see now that I didn’t think this through.”

“Steve enough,” I objected. “I'm awake now.”

I lied, I'm actually very much tired, but I felt bad for him. I know how it feels to have an overactive mind that prevents sleep, so I don't mind chatting him up for about ten minutes. Plus, he made me cheesecake. When my roommate used to wake me up, in the middle of the night, the only thing she had to offer was her problems. So this seems like a fair trade. Stepping aside, I open up the door a little wider to let him inside. 

“Y/N, I'm sorry for intruding,” Steve started. “Honestly, sometimes I forget that I dont keep the same hours as regular people, but you really don’t have to.”

“Steven, I'm awake now. Just come inside.”

“You literally look anything but,” he chided. “Luckily for you, I can fix that.”

“Oh yeah? How you gonna fix that?” I query. 

“With this,” he exclaimed, holding up the box of cheesecake. 

“Well fix away neighbour cause now you’re letting all my air out,” I gesture inside the house. 

“As you wish.”

After Steve steps inside, I close the door and direct him toward the kitchen, where he places the tArT on the counter and begins describing his baking process behind it. I zone out for a bit, hungrily staring at the dessert. It’s topped with a red, cherry glaze that he smothered on top, with chunks of cherries littered in between, and I cannot wait to taste it. But maybe tomorrow because I genuinely don't care to right now. I always used to joke that I wanted a man that was good in the kitchen, but I'm realising now that I may not want the consequences in the form of extra calories; especially if he plans on giving me midnight snacks. Damn him. 

“Where are your knives?”

His question throws me out of my trance and I have to remember to keep this short before I fall asleep at the counter. The last time I did that, I was in the middle of begging my professor to curve my grade after pulling an all nighter. Sometime between him denying me and my eyelids fluttering, the next thing I saw after I woke up was an empty chair and kindly worded post it note. Not to mention future awkward conversations between us for the remainder of the semester. I haven’t known peace since.

“In the drawer over there,” I pointed out. “But Steve, I really don’t have much of an appetite tonight.”

“Then we’ll share.”

Clearly I'm not winning this argument and neither do I care to. Besides, I'm way too tired to try. 

After plating the cheesecake, I take a seat and watch as Steve brings a small forkful to my lips as I reluctantly take a bite. The creamy goodness immediately melts into my mouth and the graham cracker crust adds a nice texture to top it all off. Not to mention the cherry glaze. It's a little on the sweet side, but a very nice combination overall. I moan out my delight and I swear my eyes roll all the way back. I hear laughter beside me and I send him a glare because I can already tell that this is the beginning of the end for my self indulgence. Taking the fork from his hands, I swoop in for another bite of the cake. With a mouthful, I murmur my praises as Steve deserves it.

“I see why you disturbed my peace now, this was so worth it,” I joked. 

“Thank you,” he laughs. “It makes me want to make you something else. I haven't had a lot of people to cook for these days.”

“Well you can cook for me anytime,” I raved. 

Taking the fork from my hands, Steve takes the final bite of cheesecake left on the plate and drags it across his tongue in a final sweeping motion. I hadn't realsied that I’d stop chewing until I heard a light chuckle from him and I whipped my head around to check the timer on the stove because it's about that time for him to go. 

Stepping closer to me, Steve cups my face in his hands and tilts my head back, ever so gently. And I know I was lying before, but I'm fully awake now and a tad bit confused on where this is going. 

“Y/N, I know we’ve just met, but I like you. There were many opportunities that I’ve missed in my love life by putting the superhero thing first. And I don't intend to do that again.” Steve admits. 

To say that I'm shocked would be an understatement. All I expected was a slice of cake tonight, not a confessional. He’s handsome and a little corny in that forties sense of humor kind of way. And I'm not against a relationship with Steve, but this is really throwing me off. Either that or maybe I’m still tired. I expected at least two more weeks worth of flirting before Steve popped the question honestly. 

“So, are you -“

“You don't need to answer right away,” Steve interrupts. “But I just want to make my intentions crystal clear with you.”

“I’m actually speechless,” I laughed out. There is some giggling between us which eventually dwindles into an intense stare off. And I find myself leaning into his palm as his thumb strokes my cheek and maybe it's because I'm drowsy, but his light touches lull me into comfort. 

Leaning forward, Steve presses a firm kiss to my lips and I let him as I snake my arms around his waist. His lips are soft and sweet from the cake while his gingery aftershave attacks my nose in the best way possible, making me hungry all over again. Steve darts his tongue out and I slowly ease away, with zero intentions to take this further. But of course my pussy has a mind of her own and who am I to turn down this fine man's advances. 

Grasping onto his shirt collar just a little too tightly, I pull his face back to mine and bring him in for another wet kiss. I drag my tongue across both his lips and he takes that as a sign to open his mouth and swallow mine whole. His tongue feels hot against me and my body starts to tingle. Raising my hand around his neck, I yank the hair on the back of his head, earning a low groan from Steve. Pushing my tongue up, I slide it alongside his, flicking it and stroking it as I relish in the warm, velvety feeling.

Eyes half closed in pleasure, I peel them open and draw back once more to see Steve’s face riddled with lust. Lips moist from our make out session, and his chest heaving heavily, his eyes are now a dark shade of blue and all of this spit swabbing has my pussy throbbing. 

Placing one hand on the counter and the other on my knee, I graze my fingertips up to my thigh, and stop just shy of my hips. My night dress has ridden up from the angle, enough for him to see that I’ve gone commando, and I raise my hips just enough to pull it up completely. Steve was once holding my stare, but now my pussy commands his attention and I'm ready to see just how well this captain follows orders. 

Spreading my thighs apart, I perch both feet on the legs of the stool and sink my fingers into my cunt. There’s a moist stickiness already there which makes it all the more easier for me to thrust in both fingers effortlessly. Arching my back for a better aim, I let out a low moan and suddenly Steve is on his knees before me. 

“How about you taste a dessert of mine,” I taunted. “It's not a tart per se, but it's definitely sweet.” 

Draping my legs over his shoulder, Steve needs no further instructions as he hooks his arms around my thighs and dives in; slowly sucking on my clit as I angle my arm underneath my thigh to continue my lazy thrusting. My head falls back and I allow quiet whimpers to tumble from my lips, careful not to wake my family. Speeding up in pace, my hips push forward in a pitiful attempt for more friction as I curl my fingers upward, hitting that sensitive spot inside me. 

Digging his fingers into my skin, Steve swirls his tongue around a little more frantically when he senses my climax nearing. Using my other hand, I run my fingers through his hair and a sharp nip on my bud causes a surprised shriek to follow. I didn’t quite like the sensation of pain, but looking down, I see that my body thinks otherwise. To my surprise, there's a small puddle that's trickling beneath me and while my orgasm wasn’t earth shattering, it did make me feel fuzzy. Drips of desire continue to add to that growing pool as Steven gently removes my fingers and licks them clean. Sucking onto them longer than necessary, he pointed out that, “I agree, you are sweet.”

“Have you ever known me to lie?” I quip. 

Smirking, he raises to his feet and pulls my dress up and over my head, tangling my hair in the process. A fluffy mess atop my head, it’s a bit of an indication of what's to come next. Grabbing my neck Steve then smashes his lips to mine, our noses brushing together softly, which is a stark contrast to the rough way he’s kissing me. Pulling back, he leans his forehead against mine, with a stare that’s determined. Almost a promise of sorts, a promise to ruin me, a promise I hope he fulfills. 

“Our first time’s really gonna be in the kitchen baby,” Steve speculated unbuckling his belt. “I think I love you already.”

“What's wrong with the kitchen? Is this not the place you come to eat,” I added, undoing the top button of his jeans. 

Tugging his shirt over his head, Steve flings it to the side saying, “and I’m ready to eat again.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“The next time I find my face buried between your legs, I promise I ain’t letting up until your legs are shaking from all the pleasure I’m giving you,” Steve answered. Tracing his fingers across my jaw, he firmly grips it continuing, “and just when you think you can’t take much more, I'm gonna come up and massage those pretty tits of yours. Pulling, tweaking, sucking, and rubbing just right, until I bring you to the edge again; all but ready to dive into your next orgasm. But I’m not gonna give it to you,” Steve taunts, leaning in closer. Placing his mouth next to my ear, he whispers, “I’m not gonna give it to you because the next time you cum, it's gonna be on my dick and I ain’t stopping until you’re fucked out and pumped full of me,” he finished, nibbling on my earlobe. “But for now, for now princess, I just wanna hammer home.”

At some point throughout his little monologue, his jeans were on the floor and my fingers found themselves back inside my cunt, lazily thrusting. Slickly combining the mixtures of his spit and my juices together, I'm somehow more turned on than I was before. 

Looking down at his member for the first time I grow a little nervous because I wasn’t expecting the moon man to be packing like this. With a swollen mushroom tip, precum leaks to the side trailing the red veins that lines his dick. Swiping a streak of precum from the tip, I scoop it up and into my mouth, moaning at the taste. It's warm and salty, but nowhere near as sizzling as I feel right now. So I draw our mixed fluids from inside of me and smear it onto his dick, using the rest of his precum as extra lube as I slowly begin to pump him. His breath hitches, stomach sucking in from the friction and I drive my hands lower fisting up and down the entirety of his shaft, as my breathing picks up. 

Taking my other hand, I nestle them between my thighs once more, but this time they’re circling my fiery bundle of nerves. Steve tightens his hold on my jaw and my leg finds a place atop the counter, giving me more room to plunge my fingers deeper. My clit in one hand and Steve in the other, I pick up my pace - stroking him swiftly, delighting in the small whimpers falling from his mouth. Taking my thumb, I apply a slight pressure over the head of his dick, instructing him to, “tell me what you want daddy”

“I want to be inside you,” he answered. 

“We’ll come on home then,” I demanded, dropping both my hands. 

Steve wastes no time as he grabs his dick and drives it straight forward causing me to shriek a lot louder than I intended. Hand still placed on my jaw, the other grabs a hold of my hip and sets off on an ungodly pace. My arms wrap around his neck for dear life and it takes everything in me not to scream my pleasure, opting to bury my face into his neck instead. 

“Oh shit doll, I have my own little super soaker huh?” He grunts in my ear. “It's a wrap for you Y/N, cause you ain’t going nowhere after this,” he swore. “You hear me?”

Sinking my teeth into his skin, I frantically nod my head yes, way too scared to give him an actual answer. 

“Nah baby I need to hear you say it. You’re mine,” he growled with a particularly harsh thrust, causing my eyes to damn near roll out of their sockets. 

Raising up from between his neck, I press my lips firmly to his croaking out that I’m yours, with a disgustingly loud moan as the angle of his hips hits my g-spot just right. 

At that, I hear a door creak open and I notice a flash of light pour into the hallway; and if there was ever a time for the earth to swallow me whole, now would be the time. This doesn’t seem to deter Steve as his movements start to pick up in speed. 

There’s a lewd sloshing sound in the otherwise quiet house and I look up pleadingly toward Steve for him, to at the very least, slow down. He pays me no mind and I decide that maybe captain ass needs a verbal plea. 

“Steve, please stop. My family is asleep upstairs,” I beg. 

“Good. Maybe they’ll get a chance to see who you belong to,” he hisses back. 

I hate him so much. Unwrapping my hands from his neck, I use them to muffle my screams as Steve refuses to let up, thrusting into me with a vengeance. My breaths come out in short, heavy pants as I feel myself on the verge of cumming. Squeezing him tighter, he must feel it too because he drops his hands from my waist and begins to rub figure eights on my clit. Shifting away from him, he twists my face forward, his warm breath fanning my face, as he proclaimed, “ain’t no running from me doll.”

Begging and praying not to be heard, I find myself lying between that very fine line of pleasure and scared. But maybe that's what makes it feel so good. The thrill of getting caught. Meanwhile Steve is muttering in my ear, like a fly that buzzes during a barbecue. And as pissed as I am at him, I find myself reveling in the satisfaction he’s forcing on my body, almost forgetting all about my dilemma until I hear speaking from up the stairs.

“Who’s down there?” My dad asks. 

Tears swell up in my eyes as I silently beg him once more, but all I get is a toothy grin in response. 

Mustering up what little energy I have left, I manage to rasp out, “it- it’s me.”

“Y/N, I know you ain’t down there eating after one in the morning,” he sighs. “Just don’t be down there all night.” 

“O- okay,” I croak out. 

There’s a brief silence that follows and soon the light turns off and a door closes shut. The tears in my eyes overflow and run down my cheeks as I bite into my palms, muffling my scream, and I feel my orgasm hit me like a mack truck. Pounding steadily away, Steve follows not too far behind with his hot seed flooding my walls. Slumping my body, my hands drop to my lap and I feel every bit of tired, fucked out, and sore, but most importantly angry. 

Grimacing toward Steve, I push at his abdomen ready for him leave and he yanks on my jaw for the umpteenth time that night, at this point, surely leaving a bruise. Facing me toward him, he pins his pelvis to mine, dick still hard inside of me, as he reiterated, “I meant it when I said that you were mine.” 

[stephantom]

A friend of mine died this Tuesday. I just found out. He was 69, he’d been fighting cancer and I knew he thought it was close to the end a few weeks ago. I wish I’d said something more to him. So idk I just want to talk about him for a bit—maybe this isn’t the place to memorialize him, maybe I should post on his twitter but I don’t feel ready for that, I just want to let out some thoughts to the void / to people who didn’t know him.

He’s well known in some circles as Dink but we always just knew him as Alan. I met him at my husband’s professor’s charity event—she was the head of an organization to protect retired race horses from slaughter, neglect, and abuse. Alan had been a longtime supporter of the organization and they’d become friends. Years ago he’d taken her to some wrestling matches and she got hooked. He was also a professional gambler, which my husband thought was fascinating, so they got to talking, and he invited us to a wrestling event. We agreed. Skeptically.

It turned out wrestling is awesome, of course. And this was probably the best possible first match. It was a PWG All Star Weekend, back when they were still in a little VA hall (packed with folding chairs, selling beer by the pitcher), so much insane talent from the wrestlers, so much fun and passion from the crowd, just an incredible vibe all around. Alan got us front row seats. My mind was blown. At the end, he encouraged us to go talk to the wrestlers as they were packing up. Tell them you enjoyed their work. Buy a shirt. Make friends.

Alan was friendly to all the wrestlers and most of them seemed to know who he was. So did the bouncers and the other fans and the people running the thing. Alan was a pillar of the indie wrestling community. He was there for the founding of PWG. He drove wrestlers from the airport, bought them dinner, even gave them a couch to crash on if they needed it. Once or twice, he ran his own promotions, but he said he couldn’t keep doing it because it’s just so expensive. Like throwing a wedding, he said. You don’t do it to make money, you do it out of love.

My husband and I stayed with him at his home in Vegas once. We were there to join him for a Ring of Honor event (filmed live and a very different atmosphere from what we were used to!). We got dinner with one of the wrestling tag teams, along with their entourage of students of wrestling. It was very cool to get some perspective from them (although the main guy said at one point that he didn’t like to give secrets away that would break the illusion and that maybe he was kind of old-school in that way—which was itself interesting to me, but I digress).

Over that weekend, my husband and Alan and I chatted about lots of things, like how Alan got into gambling as a kid, how his love of wrestling has changed over the years, his dog (such a sweet dog!), and our favorite movies (his was The Princess Bride—he talked a lot about Andre the Giant and how great he was; come to think of it, I think Alan reminded me a little of him; he was a big guy, very tall, with big bushy hair and a kind of slow, calm way of talking).

He was pleased that I got so enthusiastic about wrestling, and then bemused when I wound up suddenly much more obsessed with rock climbing, a world he didn’t know. I think he wished I’d stick with wrestling and get deeper into it, but alas my interests have a mind of their own. Even so, he sometimes commented supportively on my climbing videos, which still makes me smile to think of.

He was a deeply generous, humble, honest, friendly and down to earth guy who loved to share what he loved and never stopped doing the things that made him happy. I hope I can still be so involved in a community around something I love as I get older, like he was. I’m glad I knew him.

It sucks that he’s gone, it really really does.