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xhoneygirlxx · 7 months

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We’re Not Friends

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie is just trying to help when he offers to be your date to your sister's wedding, but with all the love in the air will you and Eddie be able to stay friends?

warnings: lots of angst. reader's family sucks. reader's mom makes a comment about her weight. anxiety attacks. reader has low self esteem. fluff. best friends to lovers. fake dating. modern au. (this is titled after an Ed Sheeran song and I also use another one of his songs in the fic, sue me). slight smut. allusions to sex. alcohol consumption. swearing. minors dni!!!!!!!!!! reader and Eddie are both in their 20's. no y/n used, reader is referred to as Birdie. skin color/ethnicity/body type is not mentioned. spelling errors/shitting writing, just pretend you don't notice lmao. also the venue is completely made up and so is the location if you couldn’t tell, im not that creative.

*if I miss anything plz lmk*

a/n: hi my loves!!!! this is one of the last fics on my birthday fic list!!! I want to thank all of you for being patient and being so so supportive of my work. I love you all so much!!! also I do go back to work on Monday so I'm going to try to get as many fics pumped out by the end of the weekend.

And that's why friends should sleep in other beds

And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do

And I know that there's a limit to everything

But my friends won't love me like you do

The turning color of the leaves create the prettiest backdrop, tall trees blooming with orange, red, and a pinch of brown. The ones that have already fallen to the ground get swept up under the wheels of Eddie's car, lifting up and swirling around in a pretty dance, and falling right back into place waiting for the next car.

Although the crisp fall morning is peaceful you can't help but feel like you're living a nightmare. As he soft hum of Eddie's playlist flows through the speakers, you're coming up with a plan to turn the whole car around.

So far you thought about faking an illness, one that would stop the whole journey in it's tracks, only to dismiss it because you couldn't put your best friend through that stress. The idea of pulling the steering wheel also came to mind but you quickly threw that out of the window, not wanting to cause injury to the innocent man next to you or anyone else. Your final idea was one you're sure you could pull off as long as you used all the power within your being. If you pushed your feet on the floorboard hard enough, you could poke them out like the Flintstones and stop the car that way.

Between science and logic, you knew that wasn't possible no matter how hard you wished it would. Instead you'll stare out the window, watching all the pretty trees dance in the wind while you push down the rising anxiety that's forming in the pit of your stomach.

"You good over there, Birdie?" The deep voice next to you shakes you from your thoughts.

Turning your head Eddie's already looking at you with a lopsided grin. His demeanor matches the landscape outside, relaxed and serene. As you look at him you wish you could trade places, be as pleasant as he is.

"Yeah I'm just tired." Trying to sell him your answer, you smile lazily at him even though your response holds more tension than a game of tug of war.

Turning his attention back on the road, you watch as the pavement moves on the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Eddie looks pretty like this, even though you always thinks he looks pretty. Usually he would be a grump having to be up this early, but today he wears his smile like a badge of honor. The dark curls of his hair cascade down his back, while some falls over his shoulders.

He's wearing the same red and black checkered flannel he always does this time of year, the same one you said was your favorite three years ago and it still holds that title. Underneath is a plain black tee shirt, the only one he has that's free of any band name, and a dark blue pair of jeans that have no holes.

He's still the same Eddie, his rings still sit on his fingers and his pick still hangs from the chain around his neck, but it seems that he only gets prettier and prettier as time passes by - like the turning leaves that still hang on the branches of the trees that you drive by.

"I think you're worried about this whole wedding thing," His voice is unwavering, screaming "I'm right" like it always does. "I don't get what's so bad about an open bar and free food."

Although his point is valid, Eddie couldn't be more wrong than that. This wasn't just an event to get drunk for free and stuffed to the gills at no charge. This was your older sister's wedding, the same sister that was the apple of your parents' eyes. Veronica was your arch nemesis since birth, a rival that you had no option but to defeat in order to survive.

You were the outcast of the family, the black sheep if you will, and you had to endure eighteen years of nonstop torture because of it. Your parents, Christine and Tim, were nothing but successful. The doctor and his trophy wife, the star couple in your small community, that had two beautiful and healthy children.

However you were the hardheaded child, the daughter that didn't have a bright future, you didn't carry as much promise as Vee, and your parents made sure to remind you of that every day. So when you moved out three years ago, you made sure to distance yourself as much as you could. But when you received a pristine white envelope with a glamorous invite on the inside, you were roped right back into the hell hole you worked so hard to leave behind.

You could've just ignore it, faked that you were on a trip and couldn't make it but your mother pretty much threatened you into showing up. So that's how you ended up in the countryside right outside of Chicago, driving in Eddie's Toyota Corolla to the Jefferson Manner on a Friday at eight am.

"You're right, Eddie, I should be so thrilled by that. Thank you so much for pointing it out to me." It's snippy with a hint of malice, and your eye roll held enough venom to injure an army of men.

Whistling loudly, Eddie chuckles lightly. "Woah, killer. Relax, I was just tryna help." He's still soft despite your outburst, sweet like your pumpkin spice latte that sits in the cupholder.

Hanging your head, you inhale a deep breath and release it slowly. "I'm sorry, Eds. I just really fucking hate my family."

He switches his attention from you and the road, taking in your saddened features. Reaching his right hand over the console, he places his hand searches for yours and laces his fingers through yours, which you gladly except.

"Don't apologize for that, kay? That's a valid reason for you to not want to go, I was just trying to make you laugh." The sincerity in his voice wraps around you, easing the nerves that go haywire in your body.

His palm is warm like the coffee cups that sit in the cup holders, his voice is as calming as the trees in the wind, and his smile is just as pretty as it was the first day you met him. You're safe with him, the safest you've ever been in your life, and here in the front seat of his car he reminds you of that.

"They just make me crazy, s'why I don't like seeing them." You feel shy being vulnerable, refusing to meet his gaze by focusing on tracing the back of his hand with your free one.

Eddie doesn't mind, instead he reassures you with a quick squeeze of your hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Birdie, I like you a little crazy."

Dimples deep as the sea and smile still as delicate as a flower's pedal, Eddie looks like a painting that hangs in the Louvre. You want to capture this moment of him to have for the rest of your life, so no matter what you can always remember him just like this.

"You say that now." You tease and he eats it right up.

Looking back over to you, he shines his smile onto you, filling you up with the light of a million stars. "And I'll say it till the end of time." There's no tease to it, nothing but truth in the way he says it.

It turns you into jelly, the feelings that swim through your blood stream, and now you've become too sheepish to answer. You decided to trust your touch over your words, squeezing his hand the same way he did to yours, trying your best to communicate the feelings you hold secretly in your heart for your best friend.

The cobblestone driveway leading to the entrance of Jefferson Manner is, for a lack of a better word, beautiful. It is a straight drive to the property, but once you get closer, a large fountain sits in the middle where the arch of the circle driveway starts.

Different colored cars are already lined up, some you recognize and the rest you have no clue who they belong to. Either way it's pretty evident that Eddie 2018 Toyota sticks out like a sore thumb.

The same dread that you left 45 miles back, is now running through you again. Unintentionally, you squeeze his hand harder as your heart begins to pound in your ear and if it hurts him he doesn't mention it. Instead, Eddie gives you one, two, three squeezes and then lets you continue your attempt to stop the blood flow to his hand.

Pulling behind the Mercedes Benz S Class, he puts his car into park and then shuts the car off. Reading your expression the way he always does, he sits in the silence of the car with you until your features loosen up.

"You okay, Birdie?" Even though he knows you're not okay, you still appreciate him asking anyway.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself a few times, eyes clamped shut as you focus on your breathing pattern. Once your head is above water and your heart stops racing, you open your eyes back up to the real world.

Relaxing your shoulders, you let go of the grip you're holding Eddie's hand in. "I'm okay. I'll be okay." Despite answering him, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself of what you're saying.

Another brief pause goes by and Eddie continues to monitor you, sunglasses now removed so not only can he see you but you can see him.

Your gaze is unwavering, the thousand yard stare has fallen over you and you have yet to dig out of it. "Are you prepared for what we're about to walk into?"

The tone of your voice scares Eddie, the emotion being sucked right out of the words that you speak despite the feelings that battle in your mind that he doesn't know about.

"Honey, I'm prepared for anything as long as I have you." For a split second he winces, wondering if that was too cringy but when your face breaks out into a sweet smile he feels better.

The two of you get out of the car, retrieving your suitcases and dress bags from the trunk. When the door shuts you begin to count the steps it takes to get to the big wooden doors of the mansion.

You don't have to ask Eddie for his hand, he's already giving it to you and you gladly except it, gripping on for dear life the closer you get. Despite the beautiful landscape and the soothing sound of the running fountain, you feel like this is the soundtrack that plays before your imminent death.

The tall, thick, wooden doors sit menacingly in front of you, the skeletons of your past standing just right behind it waiting for your arrival. The ghosts that have haunted your dreams, the graveyard of your history, and the phantoms of your family, mingle and laugh right behind this door.

Eddie waits for you, not moving a muscle until you say so, and you silently thank him with a smile. Like a switch, he watches your face change from flight to fight mode. In a flash your looking over your outfit, brushing down the long black sleeved shirt that sits on your torso, and then straightening out the jeans that stick to your legs.

Your hair is the next thing you frantically fix, pushing it behind your ears and out of your face, letting it fall over your shoulders while doing so. Like a buzzing bee, you zone in on Eddie, fixing the collar of his flannel and then smoothing the material of his shirt. With out speaking, you pick off a singular piece of fuzz from his pants and then let it blow away in the wind.

Moving your hands back up to his chest, you center the pick on his chain. Then move his hair, fixing the ringlets that got blown around in the breeze. Once your satisfied, you move back to your spot next to him and sweep his hand right back into your hold. Releasing on more deep breath, you settle your pinched eyebrows and your determined eyes, and let the worst fake smile settle onto your lips.

The smile doesn't reach your eyes the way it usually does, your teeth push against one another so forcibly Eddie wonders if you'll shatter teeth, and you simply look like your in pain. Either way, you push open the big oak door and let yourself inside with him following right behind.

The lobby of the manner is everything you expected, high ceilings, a crystal chandelier, and every single family member of yours gathered around sipping champagne and speaking to each other like a potential client.

Even though it's magnificent inside with the beautiful décor and lively plants, the sight of everyone in their gaudy outfits and cheap laughter makes it feel like an eternal hell.

Eddie must feel the way your shoulders tense because he's quickly leaning into you, his voice just a whisper in the shell of your ear.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have me and I won't let anything happen." He reminds you, his smile is more sympathetic than anything.

Nodding your head you remain smiling, it's awful and it hurts even doing it but if you want to survive the whirlpool of piranhas, then you just have to fake it until you make it.

"If it isn't our lovely Birdie!" The sound of your mother's voice is like silk, smooth and confident, just like she always was. Walking over to you, she holds a champagne flute in her hand and you wonder how much the bubbling spritz cost your father.

The last time you've seen her was last winter, her million dollar smile outshining the Swarovski crystal tree decorations that sit behind her. Your mother has always been beautiful but her insides are rotten, ugly and maggot infested, all hidden behind the mask that she put on for everyone to see.

You gave up a long time ago trying to figure out her brain, finally accepting defeat to the maze that was her mind. Now when you look at your mother all you see is a shell, a hallow covering that has nothing to offer you other than it's pretty design.

Pulling you into a hug, you're hit with her scent. She smells like Dior and cashmere, the Chanel outfit that sits on her body scratches your skin, and the pearl necklace she wears jabs you right in your collarbone.

"Hello mother, thank you for inviting me to such a wonder occasion." You instantly revert back to your old accent, the same one your mother instilled into you from the time you could even under stand the English language.

A faux laugh comes from her bright red lips, "No need for that, darling, you're always welcome." Her manicured hand waves at you in fake genuineness.

The smile on your face continues to show and you hate to think it matches hers. Even with the sweet tone you use and the gentleness of your actions, the blood that runs through your body continues to boil the longer she stands there.

Eddie on the other hand stands next to you completely and utterly amused by your fake performance. The snort he lets out when you continue to use your "eloquent" voice is quickly covered up by a sniffle.

Like a vulture, your mother's eyes are quick to zero in on the curly haired man next to you. "Excuse my daughter for her bad manner of not introducing us, I'm Christine."

The minute her hand reaches out for a handshake, you're heart stops. This is the one thing that could make or break this whole trip and it was the only thing you didn't prepare your best friend for. Many years of your life, you were trained that a handshake is all it takes for someone to learn about you.

Without skipping a beat, Eddie simply picks embraces her hand like a prince out of a Disney movie and places a kiss to the back of her unwrinkled hand.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Christine, I'm Eddie. And might I say how beautiful you are."

He's all dimples and doe eyes staring at your mother, a true prince charming in his red flannel and jeans. His voice is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, it's smooth going down your throat and it warms your belly better than any blanket can.

That warmth is now tingling your body, a frenzy of butterflies flapping around in the walls of your heart. It clearly works on your mother as well but unlike you she doesn't hide it very well.

"You're really the charmer, Eddie." It's flirtatious and alluring, the same voice she put on for every pool boy your father ever hired.

Annoyance and anger floods through you and you know that your eyes would be shining green to anyone with a trained eye.

While she clutches her pearls and eyes Eddie like he's a four course meal, you intervene into the conversation before it can continue.

"Where's daddy? I'd really like for my boyfriend to meet him." You bat your eyelashes like a pageant queen and your arm acts like a python wrapping around Eddie's, making a mark on what is yours.

"Oh you're father's around here somewhere, you know how he is." She dismisses, taking a drink from her glass and swallowing down the golden liquid quickly. "So how long have you and Birdie here been dating?"

"It's going to be two years next month. Isn't that right, honey?" Eddie turns to you and gives you a playful smile.

Looking back at him you hope he can see the misery that hides being your eyes, a white flag of surrender.

Your mother on the other hand doesn't care about your answer, that's why she didn't ask you. She's reading Eddie, trying to see how much she can push your so called boyfriend until she gets what she wants.

"Well that's just wonderful, young love is a beautiful experience. You have to be careful with Birdie here, she's known to leave the nest quickly." It's a jab, a spiteful and mean comment headed right for your gut.

Eddie doesn't miss the way you're lips falter for a second, the flash of hurt in your eyes. It kills him watching you stand there and take all the comments from your mother like stray bullets.

Turning his attention back to your mother, he gives her a smile, one that you would know as a wicked one but to a stranger would seem kind. "I don't think that will be a problem. Birdie knows where her home is."

It's a direct warning, a clear sign to your mother to not mess with you or what is yours. Just him sticking up for you like that makes your stomach twist in excitement, a feeling you've grown so used to over the course of friendship with Eddie.

"Well, I'm glad she finally found her place then." Your mother responds coldly, clearly hearing the bite in his tone. "Why don't you two go find your room and get settled in, rehearsal dinner is in a few."

Before retreating into the large crowd of family, your mother turns back to you in one more attack.

"Oh and Birdie, wear something that will hide that stomach. Don't want anyone to assume you've been knocked up."

Once you've found your room, you all but rush Eddie inside slamming the door behind you. In the quiet safety of your suite, you can relax your shoulders that have been sitting high since you've arrive.

"Jesus Bird, you weren't lying." Eddie says as he flops himself on the queen sized bed.

You don't respond, instead you squeeze your eyes shut and try to calm the heaviness of your breathing. Behind the darkness of your eyes, little twinkles of stars flash from how hard you have them closed, the swooshing of your heart continuing in your ears like angry waves of the sea.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself over and over again, trying to erase the cruel words of your mother and the images of disgusted family member's faces out of your mind. You're not sure how long you've been standing by the door until a hand grasps at your wrist lightly.

"Birdie," Eddie's coax goes unanswered, "Come on, Birdie."

Warm calloused hands travel to the plump of your cheeks, lifting your face up just enough that he can see you. Finally opening your eyes, you're relieved to be looking into the golden whiskey pools of his.

Smoothing his thumb over your cheek he doesn't say anything, just lets your breathing calm down. Here you are, in the nice room behind the shelter of the locked door, and he's here.

Breathe in. It's okay. Breathe out. You're safe. Breathe in. You are here. Breathe out. So is he.

It's enough to let your feet move on the plush white carpeting, while Eddie leads you to the bed with the tug of your arm. Sitting on the plush mattress on crisp linen sheets you're grounded, and with the heat of Eddie sitting next to you and his hand in yours, you're anchored.

The rehearsal dinner goes over well enough, the Irish mule helping with every single speech that's given and every horror story of your childhood that is told. Luckily for you, Vee didn't ask you to be in her bridal party so you didn't have to attend the actual wedding rehearsal, and even better you won't have to deal with her for the real thing tomorrow.

Eddie does great at dinner, he talks to your father who surprisingly likes him, both getting along over their love for vintage cars. Your soon to be brother in law and his groomsmen also get along with Eddie, they laugh and cut up most of the time while clinking beer bottles together. Not to mention every single woman there wanted to get into his pants, swooning at everything he said and giving him the 'fuck me' eyes while doing it.

You hated it, every single minute of it. Like always you were ignored, simply looked over until some story was being told where you were ultimately the joke of. Any time someone asked you what you were doing with your life, you were met with cringing smiles and snickering laughs.

Four separate times your mother commented on your dress, the way it fit, the price value of it, and how it really wasn't a good color on you. All of your sisters friends rolled their eyes and whispered back and forth while staring at you, aunts and uncles acted dumbfounded when you told them that you were a freelance writer for a small music magazine back in Indy, and your cousins made comments about how badly you look since the last time you saw them.

It didn't matter anyway, even if your sister asked how you managed to get a stand up guy like Eddie to agree to be with you, in front of all of the guests. You had to remind yourself that you were there for the free booze and food or whatever the hell Eddie said in the car on the way here.

This wasn't a popularity contest for you, it was simply you being forced to do something against your wishes because your mother said so. You asked yourself why you even listened to her in the first place while letting the brown liquor burn in your stomach.

Why was it so important that you even showed up here? Why did you have to come to the awarding ceremony of favorite kid when you knew you weren't going to win? Why would you even set yourself up for such failure just because your mom said so?

Well, you're answer came when a flushed faced Eddie was laughing with your grandparents at one of the round tables in the corner. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his head was leaned back so you had a clear view of the neck you loved so much.

Then you looked over at your sweet looking grandparents who laughed loudly at whatever was said. Your grandmother had her hands on her cheeks, shaking her head back and forth, and beaming brightly. Your grandfather smiled around his cigar, big round belly jumping with laugher, and his cheeks smooshing up against the frames of his big glasses.

You didn't come here to win a competition. You didn't come here because your mother threatened you within an inch of your life if you didn't. You didn't come here because you thought it would be fun.

You showed up because you wanted to prove to the people who doubted you for so long just how happy you were. You wanted to prove that happiness doesn't come from the amount of money in your account or how many rooms sit in your house. You came here because you wanted to prove that they were wrong, that the grass on the other side of the fence could be green too, and that someone who grew up differently that you could still do amazing things.

Eddie was someone that your father would've had you kicked out over bringing him home in high school. Eddie was the boy your mother would tell you to stay far away from. Eddie was the kind of guy that your sister wouldn't look twice at because of who he was.

But right now, during the beautiful dinner the night before your sister's wedding, your best friend/fake boyfriend has them all wrapped around his guitar calloused finger.

Not much has been said between you and him, especially when he was the man of the hour. You're not really complaining though, you're happy that he made a good impression with them. When the night began to settle into your bones and the alcohol started to make you tipsy, you slyly walked up to Eddie and tugged on his sleeve to let him know it was time to go.

On the walk back to the room, you sway slightly with every step you take, balancing on the walls with one hand while the other holds your strappy heels. When Eddie stops and turns to the door of your room, you all but smack into him with clumsy steps.

While he fumbles with key, you're in blissful content with your eyes closed. The kick of the lock and the turn of the handle doesn't even pull you out of your daze, instead you hold your arms out like a mummy and feel around until you find Eddie's clothed back.

You can tell Eddie is laughing by the large breath that passes through his nose and the tell tale sign of him kissing his teeth. Large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding you into the doorway that you can't see.

Your cheeks are warm, the smile on your face is permanent, and the buzzing in your heart makes you feel light on your feet.

"Alright mummy, lets get you into bed." Letting go of his hold on you, you feel him slightly brush past you to close the door. His voice sounds like the way stars look, sparkling and bright, twinkling all around.

You giggle, eyes still shut and your nose scrunched up. "M'not a mummy but I could be if ya want."

Putting your arms out, you lean back and forth on your feet to mimicking what you think is a mummy but looks more like a zombie.

"Baaaaahhhhh, I'm a mummy. Be very afraid." You deepen your voice, dragging the syllables of every word to make them come out slower.

Eddie must be entertained because the sound of a loud raspberry comes from where he stands, the clear sign of him losing the grip on the laugh he'd been holding in.

Cracking one of your eyes open, you hope to find him with rose cheeks and dimples flashing, the look you love so much. Instead you see him, beaming at you without the shine of his canines. It's an admiring smile, one where your eyes go all gooey and your smile is simple yet dipped with so much love.

Opening your eyes all the way, you let your arms down slowly to rest by your sides, a meek look painting your face.

"Did I do good?" You ask, even though you didn't really want his opinion.

"I think you're perfect." It comes out even, smooth like the hilltops in December covered in a layer of the purest snow.

The two of you sit there for a while, soaking up the glow of each other and letting it sink into your souls. For a moment you wonder if he feels it too, the spark that you feel whenever he's around. You wonder if he feels like crying simply because he loves you that much. You wonder if he wishes this whole dating thing wasn't just a lie and that it was true, the same way you wish it was.

Once the moment ends for him, he's clearing his throat to clear any lovesick daze that's left. "I guess we better head to bed, huh?"

Scratching at the back of his neck, you try with everything in your power to not look down where his turtle neck rode up, where the patch of mouth watering hair trails from his belly button to underneath the waist of his pants.

A part of you wishes you stuck it out longer, stayed in your seat at the dinner table just to see him in his outfit longer. He asked you to help him pick it out this morning and when you think back to it, you get flustered with thinking how domesticated it felt. Making him try on different shirts and jumping for joy when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a turtleneck he swore he'd never wear. The khakis you pulled out of his suitcase was the cause of so much laughter and the pink tinge that sat on the rounds of his cheeks.

God, he looked so good, especially with his hair pulled back and the dangled earring that sat in his ear, but now it would all be a memory for you to file away in the back of your brain.

Eddie had already started taking off his dress shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed bent over and messing with the knots that kept the laces together.

The smile that once held your lips high and proud, now weigh down in a sad frown. Even after the success of the dinner and proving everyone wrong, you are now brought back to the reality of what you and Eddie were. Just friends.

"Since I'm a gentleman and I can't see to get these shoes untied, I'll let you shower first." His voice comes out strained from how hard he pulls on the knotted strings.

You don't say anything, quietly nodding your head before shuffling over to your suitcase that sits by the closet. Grabbing a sleepshirt and some shorts, you go to move around the lanky man that can't get his shoes off no matter how hard he tries.

Without a sound, you kneel in front of him, placing your clothes somewhere off to the side. Taking his calf in your hand, you place his foot on your thigh. Delicately, you remove the first shoe and then the next.

"Y'didn't have to do that." It's quiet but not enough to be a whisper, still you shrug.

"I didn't but I wanted to." It seems so simple when you say it, even though deep down inside you wanted that last piece of your fantasy before it goes away for the rest of the night.

"Will you help me with my dress?" You ask him, standing on your feet and turning so that the golden zipper is facing him.

In the mirrored closet door you can see him and how he hesitates for a moment, shaky hands lingering in the air before they close in on the gold slider.

The sound of the metal teeth unlatching from one another fills the room, clouding the unrhythmic beat of your heart. You try to remember the feeling of him on the sacred part of your skin, the way his light touch tickles you and makes goosebumps rise. You want to memorize it like your favorite song, so that when you leave this place and the fake nature of this whole thing goes away, you still have something to think about on those bad days.

It ends too soon for your liking, his hands retracting right back to the sides of his body like a measuring tape. With the fuzz of your tipsy has now wore off but the sting of everything still remains.

Giving him a small smile and muttering a thank you, you hide in the bathroom where the sound of running water hides the muffled cries that leave your throat.

Waking up felt more painful than any hangover you've ever had. The pain of Eddie's bare back facing you was heartbreaking. You force yourself not connect the freckles that litter his skin or trace your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades.

It's a sight you've seen plenty of times and sharing a bed is something you've done more than enough that you're not uncomfortable. Yet your heart squeezes, wrapping itself up in the tightest loop so that it hurts to even breathe.

The sound of his soft snores only makes it worse, imagining what he dreams about and if it's you.

You use all of the willpower that's left in your body, marching over to the small kitchenette that sits in the corner of the giant room. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you try to focus on the swirl of dark liquid mixing with the coffee creamer and how they mix together so perfectly. Without much of a peep, you slide the glass doors that lead out to the balcony and sit down in one of the plush chairs.

You look out over the mountains of colors, tracing over the lines of trees that go on for miles. Although pretentious, you think Veronica did an excellent job and choosing this location.

Sipping on the hot beverage, you watch the clouds in the blue sky go by, wondering what it would've been like if your sister asked you to be a bridesmaid. You imagine that the two of you would've actually gotten along and maybe even laughed together. You envision what it would've been like to have your mother compliment you in your gown and how it would feel to take a picture with your family where all the smiles were real.

Tears begin to burn the back of your eyes, falling rapidly like a fall rainstorm. The skin of your cheeks burn slightly from the heated trails of water that fall. You're sad and incredibly so. Within the first twenty four hours of being here, you remember how much of an outsider you really are to these people.

Even with the company of Eddie, someone that truly loves you, you still can't help but feel so fucking lonely. To put on the mask you wore for many year back on and pretend that the man standing next to you is yours to claim is harder than any other time you had to do it.

This time you weren't really faking it, the love that you showed to him, the happiness you felt with him was real, just the titles weren't. With the cool fall chill, your coffee has gone cold but your tears keep coming.

"You made yourself a cup of coffee but not one for me, and this is how I find out? That's just mean." Eddie's curly hair pokes out from the small gap in the sliding back door that he's created.

His eyes are squinted from the harshness of the morning sun but his cheeky smile is forever unwavering. Sliding a space big enough for him to go through, he stalks out onto the small space in his plaid pajama pants and a hoodie he must've thrown on.

Trying your best to cover up that you've been crying, you wipe the back of your hand across your cheeks, but Eddie still catches your movements.

Instead of embarrassing you, he sits down in the chair across from you and looks out over the balcony.

"You okay?" It's a simple enough question, one that you can answer with one word and he wouldn't pry for more information to not overwhelm you.

Sniffling, you shake your head yes and then move your gaze to where his is. "No, yeah, m'good. The view really does something for me." You say, chuckling just a bit at your own joke.

Eddie also laughs, only this time it's not as genuine as it usually is, just a hard exhale through his nose.

"Yeah, sure does." He agrees, letting his eyes follow the red and orange of the tree tops.

A calm silence falls over you two, only the sounds of the birds that fly and the ruffle of the leaves can be heard from where you sit. It's peaceful.

"You know, I really thought this weekend would be different." It comes out of your mouth as easy as the breeze that blows. Still your eyes stay trained out in front of you and past the mountains of trees.

Eddie doesn't respond but the hole that he burns through the side of your head with his eyes tell you he's listening.

"When I was little, I used to imagine the day Vee got married. I would fantasize that maybe one day we could be close enough that I could enjoy this day with her and we could be sisters for once." You exhale an uneven breath, moving your sights to the cup that still sits in your hand.

"I just wanted all of us to be a family for once. I wanted my mom to actually act like she liked me, for my dad to say that for once he was proud of who I was, and for Veronica, I just wanted her to say she's happy that I'm her little sister."

Just like that, every single thing you've carried since you were little is now out in the open, whipping around in the wind like the dead leaves. Even with the amount of burden that's been lifted, the pain still remains the same. It all hurts, stabbing you over and over again in the scars that you worked so hard to patch up.

Eddie doesn't say anything and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything at all. You watch him pull out the pack of cigarettes he had nestled in his pocket and place one in between his pretty pink lips.

Another second goes by and he's flicking the wheel of his lighter, shielding the flame away from the wind so he can light it. When the end of the smoke burns red, he takes a big inhale and then lets the cloud of smoke out.

"I know what I say won't matter," He starts before taking another drag of his smoke, "But these people don't fucking mean anything."

"They're you're family and I get that but they don't fucking deserve you, they never have. A fake boyfriend, a new haircut, or a cool job shouldn't define their love for you. They're shitty people who were blessed with an amazing person and they didn't even realize it."

Eddie looks at you the same way he speaks, with nothing but truth. You let the words settle in your mind, letting them soak in, in case you forget.

The tears that once ceased start to flow again, except this time it's from relief. It feels good that someone else sees your worth, to know someone actually holds value to you.

"It kills me that they treat you the way they do, that they can say all those things without batting an eye. I know why you asked me to come here and I know I have a job to do, but man do I want to rip them all a new asshole."

Although he speaks with fire behind the words, you have to laugh from the thought of the actions. The moment you giggle, his own smile forms.

"I hope you know that I love you and when everything is done and over with, we'll give them the bird." To make his point, Eddie raises his middle finger high into the sky.

Repeating his actions, you hold your own finger to the sky and smile happily while doing it.

Letting his arm fall back down into place, he pats the tops of your thighs and stands from the chair.

"That's my girl, now let's get ready for an open bar and free booze." Holding his open palm to you, he helps you up.

The wedding reception was what you thought it would be, drawn out and boring. The only saving grace of the whole thing was Eddie's commentary, the scruff on his face tickling you every time he leaned close to your ear.

A lot of the things he was saying was probably just to make you feel better but you did have to agree, the dress Veronica picked out was a bad rip off of Princess Diana's and it shouldn't have seen broad daylight.

You did however get choked up when the vowels started, not because you were happy with your sister but because you wish that were you and Eddie up there instead.

All and all it was okay, even though one of your brother in law's aunt's wore a hat so big you couldn't see past it most of the time.

The wedding reception though was beautiful. The décor of the manner looked exquisite against the maroon coloring of all the bridesmaids dresses. The tables had beautiful bouquets sitting in the middle and you can't help but laugh imagining your father cutting a check for all of them.

To much of yours and Eddie's delight, there is an open bar that is stacked high with pricey alcohol. Again you laugh thinking about your father having to pay the tab, which you and Eddie will be happy to run up.

So far this is the most the two of you had fun, both laughing and enjoying the company that's around you. The table you've been stuck at is also occupied by other family rejects that enjoy the titles they've been given.

Eddie's hand hasn't left your thigh, which you're more than happy about, and every so often he flexes his fingers squeezing the meaty flesh.

You feel good, the boost from the drinks and the feeling of your best friend makes you bloom like a flower in the spring. You watch as he talks to the people at your table and how his hand moves with enthusiasm. You trace the muscles in his neck and watch his adam's apple bob up and down when he speaks. Your chin sits in the palm of your hand as you watch him be himself like he always is.

He's so beautiful, he always has been, and in this moment he gets to be yours. You don't have to think about what anyone else thinks, you don't have to question how the two of you look from another's perception, because you know that your heart bleeds for him and it always will.

Eddie's your home, he's your best friend, and he's your person. You think back to what he said to you this morning and how he called you a blessing but you think he's wrong. Eddie is the true blessing. He's sweet, he's smart, and he's so fucking caring it's disgusting. Behind all the jagged features and dark clothes, he's nothing but a giant teddy bear that wears his heart on his sleeve.

"Birdie." He smiles at you, all goo and mush it makes your heart skip.

You hum in response, still sitting in the same position, looking at him as if he were a painting.

"You wanna dance?" He blushes, embarrassed by the request and you feel like you're back in junior high.

"You, Eddie Munson hate dancing." You say, scrunching your nose cutely.

Laughing loudly, he nods, "Yeah, I know, but I'd dance with you."

That breaks you out of your daze, breath catching in your throat. "O-oh, yeah. I'll um dance."

Again he stands, holding a palm out to you so he can help you up. Leaning you to the dance floor, you can't help but feel jittery despite the wine that you've consumed.

Once out on the floor, he pulls you into his chest. Strong hands grip your waist through the silk fabric of your red dress and you desperately try to fight the need that rises in your guy.

You stand stiff, unsure of what to do with yourself and Eddie's quick to help you, placing your hands around his neck where they lay contently.

He looks good tonight, even better than last night, and you hate how it makes butterflies flap around in your stomach. The black button up shirt sits nicely on his torso, wrapping his arms so deliciously you want to take a bite out of them. The black slacks he wears fit nicely and you wonder if he had them tailored and you have to ignore the want to undo the sleek black belt with a bright golden buckle that holds them up. Again his hair sits in a low bun and that silver chain peeks out at you from underneath his collar.

"I can't believe you asked me to dance to Ed Sheeran." You say breathlessly, still nervous with being this close to him.

Eddie snorts, lopsided smile forming on his lips. "What, a guy can't like Ed Sheeran and metal? That's gatekeeping, sweetheart." He teases.

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore that tingle that settles in your cheeks. "Whatever you say, Munson."

"I'm serious, Thinking Out Loud was in my top ten last year." The two of you hold eye contact until you can't take it anymore, both bursting into laughter at his admission.

"That's something you shouldn’t repeat." You sputter at him and he laughs even harder.

"Hey, I like this song, okay?" He defends, still swaying back and forth with you.

Raising your hands in defense, you pull back on your clowning for the sake of your friend. Placing your arms back around his neck, you lean your head on his chest and try to hear the beat of his heart.

The scent of him floods your nose, cologne and smoke, whiskey and linen, and you wish you could bottle it to keep forever.

"Why do you like this song anyway? It's kind of basic." You mutter at him.

His shoulders lift in a shrug, and he takes a moment to respond. "Honestly, I like it cause it reminds me of you."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you remove your head to look up at him.

"Wha'do you mean?" You mumble, eyes searching his for some sort of answer.

Looking bashful again, red tints his cheeks and ears in a blush. Sticking his tongue out to wet his lips, he hesitantly answers.

"I always felt like he said everything I couldn't, ya know? Everything I ever wanted to say to you, he put in a song."

It feels like the whole world stops, that time freezes and it's just the two of you. You're in shock and for some reason you can't wrap your head around anything he's saying.

"What?" You say harshly and again he shrugs, shying away from your burning focus on him.

"Reminds me of you and everything I ever felt about you. I always wanted to call you mine but if you hadn't noticed, I'm a chicken shit."

You don't say anything, instead you stare at him with your mouth wide open. Eddie starts to loose his cool, frantically flexing his fingers against the material of your dress, looking around at anything but you.

"Sorry, I - shit, I really fucked this up," He doesn't get to finish his sputtering apology because you quickly smash your lips into his.

His lips taste like brown liquor and chapstick, like love and forever, and you can't believe you waited this long to experience it. Two heart sync as one, two people fall together like the leaves outside, and anxieties are finally laid to rest.

You hate that you pull away first but the need for air is too much. Eddie bends enough so that his forehead leans on yours, both looking into each other eyes living in the moment of your blissed out hearts.

"Tell me if I'm being too forward but do you wanna get out of here?" He flirts and you respond simply by pecking his lips once more.

"Thought you'd never ask."

thank you all for reading!!! love you guys <3

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

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sunnysoulzz · 6 months

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I need some Rodrick x ftm reader if you can!! Mbe some smut? I'll take anything no one makes ftm reader stuff with Rodrick :(

I’ll try my best 🫶🫶 I’m not an expert so I’m very sorry if I get stuff wrong :’(

Rodrick x ftm!reader

Contains: reader in diff stages of transitioning, smut, lmk what I missed lol, also not proofread

Smut under the cut!

Idc what anyone says, HES SUPPORTIVE ASF. He’s punk asf bro, he fell in love with YOU, so he really doesn’t care how you present yourself. (Also he’s SO bi, he fell in love with you before you started transitioning AND after you started transitioning, like bro fell in love twice)

If you started dating him before you transitioned he’d gladly accept you, though he’d probably use the wrong pronouns at first. Plz slap him, he feels really bad abt it :(

If you started dating after you transitioned he’d probably be taken aback, but still absolutely adores you, it doesn’t change anything for him.

100% let’s you wear his clothes, he’d probably just hand you his shirt when you are hanging out at his house because he’s awkward but lovesss seeing you wear them.

He’d help cut your hair (it probably ended up uneven but yk-)

Definitely calls you handsome when he’s flirty, he’s so the type to lean in the door frame and just say “hey handsome”

If your family wasn’t supportive he would help you sneak out 🙏

I can imagine you helping him put on makeup, because you had the experience from before you realised you were trans, and plus he likes it when you do it.

Before you had surgery he’d 100% eat you out while calling you a pretty boy. And after you got bottom surgery he’d call you a pretty boy while sucking ur dick lol

He’s so touchy, he’s always trying to get his hands on you so when you got top surgery he was a lil sad because that meant he couldn’t touch ur nipples for a while :( but once it was healed he would definitely touch them non stop LMAO

You guys probably tried anal even before you got bottom surgery, he wanted to experiment yk and was just like “well once/if you get bottom surgery, that means we are gonna switch to anal right? So why not try it now?”

If you don’t feel like having penetrative sex because you just don’t like your body atm, he’ll gladly fuck your face instead :)

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pretty sure this is my first time publishing a male!reader FIC? I can’t remember 💀 but! Definitely first time I’ve written for a trans reader :) I hope this works, sorry it’s short I didn’t know what to add 😭

#rodrick heffley smut #devon bostick #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x reader #rodrick smut

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hiro-doodlez · 6 months

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LIST OF ENGLISH ACRONYMS AND ABBREVIATIONS (the random letters that people use sometimes)!! FEEL FREE TO USE AS A REF (reference) SHEET!! In alphabetical too!!

Tone indicators at the bottom!

GENERAL:

AFK- away from keyboard

AKA- also known as

ASAP- as soon as possible

ASL- American Sign Language

B4- before

BC- because

BF- boyfriend

BFF- best friends forever

BTW- By the way

BTS- Behind the scenes/back to school / that one band

BRB- be right back

CW: content warning

Cya- see ya

DM- direct message

DW- dont worry

EZPZ- easy peasy

FB- Facebook

FW: flash warning

FAQ- frequently asked questions

FYI- for your information

GF- girl friend

GG- good game

GJ- Good job

GL- good luck

Gnite- good night

GTFO- get the fuck out

GTG- got to go

Gud- good

H8- hate

HBD- happy birthday

Hella- really

HMU- Hit me up

HW- Homework

IDK- I don't know

IDC- I don't care

IG- I guess / instagram

IK- I know

IKR- I know right

K- okay

Lmao- laughing my ass off

Kewl- cool

Kk- okay

Lol- laugh out loud

ILY- I love you

ILYSM- I love you so much

IMO- in my opinion

IRL- in real life

IYKYK- if you know you know

JFC- Jesus fucking chrkst

Jk- just kidding

L8R- later

LMAO- laughing my ass off

LMK-let me know

LOL- laughing out loud

Mkay- mm okay

NE- Any

NE1- anyone

NGL- not gonna lie

NM- Nothing much

NP: no problem

NSFW- not safe for work

NVM- nevermind

NW- no worries

Obv- obviously

OFC- of course

OMW- on my way

OP- original post(er)

OTP- one true pairing

Ova- over

Pic- picture

Pls-please

Plz-please

POV: point of view

Ppl- people

Prolly- probably

QOTD- quote of the day

R- are

RB- reblog

Ref- reference

Rly- really

RN- right now

RP- role play

RPG-role playing game

RT- retweet

Sec- second

SH- self harm

SMH- shaking my head

SMP- survival multiplayer server (Minecraft) / social media platform (?)

S.O- significant other

Sui- suicide

Sus- suspicious

STFU- shut the fuck up

T- testosterone

TBA- to be announced

TBF- to be fair

TBH- to be honest

TF- the fuck

Thnks- thanks

Thx- thanks

TLDR- too long didn't read (usually a summary)

TMRW- tomorrow

TOS- terms of service

TTYL-talk to you later

TW: trigger warning

Vid- video

WTF- what the fuck

WYD- what are you doing?

YOLO- You only live once

YT- YouTube

YW- you're welcome

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If the one youre looking for isnt here, either i forgot or its a fandom! Id suggest looking it up if youre confused!

Extra note: if you see 8 in one of the acronyms, then it usually is used as an “ate” sound. So h8= ate, gr8= great ect.

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TONE INDICATORS:

/aff- affectionate

/c- copypasta

/cb- clickbait (?)

/f- fake

/gen- genuine

/genq- genuine question

/half joking

/ij- inside joke

/j- joking

/lyr- lyrics

/lh- light hearted

/lu- little upset

/neg- negative

/nf- not forced

/nm- not mad

/npa- not passive aggresive

/nsrs- not serious

/p- platonic

/pa- passive aggresive

/pos- positive

/q- quote

/r- romantic

/ref

/s- sarcastic

/srs- serious

/t- teasing

/th- threat

I HOPE THIS HELPS!! and if i forgot to add one feel free to send an ask ^^

#hiro.txt #abbreviations #english help #tone indicators

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avidread3r · 10 months

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Who else is there besides me?

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Note: (gender and ethnic inclusive) you're just a whore lmao. I don't really write but lmk ur thoughts or yknow thotz...sorry I'm lame just like this title. Y'all aren't together so no infidelity it's just you're his. In his mind you're his, so yeah. MINORS DNI PLZ AND THANKS 😊

Imagine sitting alone with miguel while he lectures you on the importance of your safety and you're trying so hard to focus on what he's saying. But the pleasure of the vibrator plugged inside you is overwhelming your senses.

Miguel slowly trails off noticing your odd behavior; glassy eyes, clenched thighs, heaving chest, slight sweat shining on your face. All behavior he's been familiar with. He starts saying things that don't make sense just to see if you'd notice but you just slure back a 'uhuh', 'mhmm', 'yeah sure' in response.

He's figured out your dirty secret and can't help but think about what he could do to you right now. Knowing you'd just be so flustered if he said anything, perhaps even whine about needing him to help you and fuck you until you're cumming on his cock. But then he takes in how your breathing gets heavier and your thighs clench harder when the intensity of your toy increases, only thing is, you don't have anything in your hands and by the looks of it, nothing to control said toy.

That leaves the question 'who tf is controlling the thing that's has you unraveling and fucked out like a whore in front of him?'

He doesn't know if it's his jealousy or his cock that's growing at the thought.

so...yeah kinda blacked out while writing couldn't be as descriptive as I wanted but I tried :) also hoping my grammar is okay

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv fanfiction #atsv imagines #atsv #atsv spoilers #drathalthotz

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hyunglinesprincess · 11 months

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BTS REACTION TO: Giving them a bj around other the members

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS

***Lmao these were supposed to be short reactions and I ended up write a whole ass essay for each***

WARNINGS- lewd language and scenes, oral (male + female receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism, blowjob, deep throat, drunk sex, degradation, bukkake, orgy, 69, food play, mxm, lots of cum eating, unprotected sex, rimming, and I think that’s it if I missed anything lmk plz!

a/n: Sorry this took sooooo long, college and work are kicking my flat ass. Anyways, I use the word "frenulum" so in case you don’t know what that is it’s an elastic band connecting the foreskin to the penis glans (tip). It can also be used in dental terms but in this case it’s not (obviously lol). Taehyung and Namjoon include 69. Tae’s standing 69 in case it wasn’t clear. Also in Yoongi’s reaction, all of the characters are drunk but are able to consent. ALWAYS MAKE SURE TO ASK BEFORE PREFORMING ANY SEXUAL ACT!

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Kim Seokjin

For the past 2 weeks you have been begging Seokjin to let you suck him while he was playing video games. But Jin constantly shut you down in fear of being heard by his members.

“Jinnie please I promise I’ll stop if you get too loud please please please!” You whine watching his roll his eyes at you.

“No Y/n the members are going to hear and they will never let me live it down.” He softy spoke. You then sigh and throw yourself on the bed mumbling some curse words that Jin slightly smiles at. He then turns around to face his screen putting on his headphones waiting for the other members to join.

“Namjoon-ah finally we’ve been waiting!” Jin shouts into the microphone after 10 minutes. You chuckle at his childish antics and argue with yourself about whether or not you felt like listening to Jin today. After much debate (not really it was like 5 seconds later) you decided you wanted to be mischievous.

You quietly got up and walked over to him, stopping right behind his chair. You place your hands on his shoulders gently massaging him. He smiles up at you and turns his head to the right to place a quick kiss on your arm. This makes your heart to melt and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his head. As you massage you slowly began going lower. Hands reaching his chest and abs. Jin mutes his mic and says “Princess what are you doing?”

You ignore him and keep going until you reach his crotch. Gently squeezing and groping his hardening cock. As you move in front of him you hear the muffled shouts of Jin’s name coming from the headphones. Jin gives you a nod of approval after accepting his fate and turns on the mic to respond to his members. With that you get on your knees not wasting any time to pull down his shorts. He lifts his hips to help you fully remove his clothing. During that process his hard cock smacks you right in the face. You look up at him with a knowing smile. His ears start to turn red that the fact he was caught not wearing boxers under his shorts. That shyness lasts about 2 seconds before he’s fully hypnotized by your warm wet mouth engulfing his cock. Jin’s eyes roll back but quickly snap back as he lets out an obvious moan. He hears the voices on the other side of the headphones quiet. “Um hyung a-are you ok?” Poor Jungkookie asks shyly.

Jin panics and says “Uh yes I just stubbed my toe on my desk.” He throws his head back as you start sucking his balls while stroking his cock. The boys question him again when they hear a very loud slurping noise in the background.

“ARE YOU GETTING HEAD RIGHT NOW HYUNG?!” Jimin screams. The rest of the boys gasp and laugh until a shy voice speaks up to say “can we see hyung?”

You somehow manage to hear and you freeze. Jin looks down at you worried, scared you might stop because his members crossed the line. You stand up slowly careful not to bump your head. Turning around to turn his webcam on and then turning back around to face Jin. You lean down to his mic and say “Kookie you wanna see your Jin-hyung get his dick sucked? How naughty but since you asked so nicely, I’ll put on a nice show for all of you.” You take Jin’s headphones off and turn back around to set them on his desk. You glance up at the screen to see all the members starting wide eyed both of you. You smile at them innocently and order Jin to roll his chair back slightly. Just enough room for both of you to be in the frame. As you kneel back down, Jin tries to hide his excitement and newfound arousal. You grab his dick roughly and let a large glob of spit land on his tip. Seokjin moans at the feeling and throws his head back as you take in as much of him as you can. Bobbing your head up and down roughly while massaging his balls has Jin screaming and whimpering.

“Y/N-ah please slow down, I’ll cum too fast if you keep going like that!” He whimpers grabbing at your hair in an attempt to slow you down. You continue the fast pace until you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat.

“Ahh Y/N f-fuck fuck that feels so good” he moans as he tries to catch his breath. You pull off of him making sure to swallow all his cum before getting up again. Giving Seokjin a small peck on the lips while he calms down. You walk over to the camera and stick your tongue out to show you swallowed everything. Then you hear two moans. You dart your eyes around to see Namjoon and Yoongi mid-orgasm.

“Fuck that’s so hot Y/N you’re such a good girl” Namjoon groans. His voice sends electricity straight to your pussy which causes you to clench your legs together. Jin chuckles and suggests the brilliant idea of inviting all of them over. To which of course you agreed.

That night was spend with you getting passed around like a fleshlight but you couldn’t be happier ;)

Min Yoongi

"Yoongi-ah I love you so much!" you shouted in his ear while attacking his face with kisses. Yoongi giggles at your cuteness with pure adoration in his eyes. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his free arm he pushes loose hairs out of your face.

"You had too much to drink my love." Yoongi kisses your nose which makes you giggle.

"You guys are so cute it makes me sick." Taehyung says making a disgusted face. You roll your eyes and flip him off. "Hyung you are so whipped you know that?" Taehyung responds back smirking. You get up from Yoongi's lap and walk over to him. Standing write in front of him your lean down to his obviously aroused face.

"You're just jealous that he has someone to choke on his dick every night, while your alone with your hand." You say slowly inching closer to his face until your lips are an inch apart. "In fact, all of you are jealous, I've heard your failed attempts at making Yoongi think he’s too good for me." You snap as you look at the boys sitting around you. Each boy looking shocked, confused, and for some reason turned on. You walk back to Yoongi and before you sit on his lap you get an brilliant idea. "Why don't I show you why Yoongi will stay with me?" You rest your hands on his knees for support as you lower your body down to its knees. Yoongi makes a shocked sound and tries to stop you. You slap his had away, scolding him. You quickly unbuckle his pants and pull them down just enough to release his dick and balls. He’s still a bit soft but you can’t wait. You dive your head down to engulf his soft dick. You suck harshly making him snap his hips up.

“My love what has gotten into you?” Yoongi groans. His hardening dick twitches as you suck on his tip. “Oh fuck right there my love that’s so good” he moans as you flick your tongue on his frenulum. He’s jolting and shivering as you suck on his tip.

“Fuck baby you like it when I suck your cock in front of your friends?” You tease him. He whines at you to keep going as you tap his cock against your tongue. You fulfill his wish, not wanting to make him angry. You lightly bite down on his tip which sends Yoongi into overdrive and a second later you feel his hot cum shoot out. You quickly pull him out of your mouth and let him aim. His cum hits your face, tongue, and neck as he aggressively milks every drop. You turn around to walk to Taehyung. Once you reach him you pull him up so he’s standing right in front of you.

“Clean me up” you demand. He looks at you shocked and then looks at a fucked out Yoongi who gives him a nod of approval. He dives down to clean Yoongi’s cum off your neck. He moans at the taste and moves up to your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your trying to savor the taste of both of you. You suddenly break the kiss. “Sit back down you pathetic slut!” You push him off so he lands back on the couch. Taehyung moans at your action grinding his hips up as a signal for you to touch him. “Wait your turn whore” you spit at him. As you turn around to scan the rest of the boys, you see some with their pants across the room and some with a hand down their pants. This makes you giggle.

“So, who’s next?”

Jung Hoseok

(this gif got me barking bro i swear)

You were currently sitting in a giant couch inside Hoseok's greenroom. You were watching the medium sized TV with a big smile on your face as you watched the members perform Yet To Come. Singing along to the lyrics with a little bit of tears coming down. As they finish up, you can hear the crowd screaming for their beloved boys. You feel so proud of Hobi, in fact you felt so proud you had the perfect gift to give him. Quickly taking off your clothes only leaving panties on. You sit on the couch with your legs tucked under. You try to muster the best innocent look on your face as you hear footsteps getting closer. As the door opens you expected the beautiful heart shaped smile to greet you but instead you got ambushed by a stampede of 7 normal boys from Korea (lmao). "AHHH WHAT THE FUCK!" you screamed trying to cover your boobs.

"AHHH WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" Jin screams.

"BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO SUPRISE HOBI, WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" you scream back.

"YAH! Everyone shut up, people are gonna hear us. Jimin-ah close and lock the door." Namjoon demands. "Y/N why are you naked?"

"I was proud of my Hobi so I wanted to surprise him with sex, but I wasn't expecting all of you to walk in." You respond back to him shyly. Hoseok walks over to you and hugs you. He leans down to kiss your earlobe. Then he starts sucking on it which catches you by surprise and makes you moan. You cover your mouth and you feel him chuckle against your neck.

"Oh angel you like this don't you, you like when the boys are eye-fucking you? You like that your fat tits are out in the open for them to see?" He says slapping one of your tits. You yelp and moan for more. "Aw baby you're such a little slut, as much as I'd love to make you cum, its my reward." He smirks while rubbing your boobs. You're left with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Hobi giggles and sticks his thumb in your mouth. You immediately close and start sucking his thumb lightly. "Fuck you're so dirty" He moans and palms at his hardening cock.

"Hobi give me your cock please, I want to taste you." you whine. He smiles and pulls his thumb out of your mouth, dragging his wet finger down to your left boob.

"Fuck ok, guys she's gonna suck my dick, if you don't want to watch leave right now, if you do take off your pants and stand around her." Hoseok says while helping you remove his pants. You finally get his cock out and waist no time to taste him. Taking hold of the base, you lower your head taking as much of his cock as you can. He moans and throws his head back. You start hearing belts unbuckle which excites you. You can feel yourself getting wet and pull off your boyfriend’s cock.

"Hobi please let someone touch me" you whine.

"Ok ok yeah someone please touch my angel so she can get back to work" He replies frustrated. You giggle as you hear footsteps fighting to reach you first. You feel someone pull your panties down and then feel multiple hands touching you. Hobi gets impatient and pushes your head down. He moans loudly as he fucks up into your mouth. He groans at the sounds of the your gags and whimpers. You're so focused on his cock that it takes you a moment to realize someone is sucking on your clit. You attempt to scream but the giant cock in your mouth muffles it. "Fuck angel does that feel good? You like Jin's tongue you nasty slut?" He groans out. You whimper in response. That whimpering only last for about 5 seconds because it’s cut short by a load moan ripping from your throat. Jungkook then spits on your asshole and shoves two fingers inside. “Holy shit angel you look so fucking hot taking Jungkook’s fingers in your ass.” Hoseok groans.

"She's so tight hyung is she an anal virgin?" Jungkook moans.

"No she loves getting her ass pounded." Hoseok replies while petting your head. "I recommend eating her ass, she taste so fucking delicious." Jungkook's cock twitches in excitement in hearing that. You hear other members complaining that they want to taste you.

"Just take t-turns please." You say stuttering because Jin is still working his magical tongue on your clit. He then decides to harshly suck on your clit making you scream against Hobi. With that you feel multiple tongues sliding around your rim, with a couple poking inside. You shudder in pleasure and try your best to continue the messy blowjob. You are constantly gagging on his cock making him moan at the vibrations. Hobi pushes you down all the way and holds you there until you tap on his thigh. He lets go to let you breathe. As you disconnect from his cock a string of saliva hangs then breaks landing on your chin.

"Fuck you are such a messy whore angel." Hoseok moans as he smears the spit down to your tits. You go back to work on his cock trying to time his orgasm with yours. His moans become higher pitched and his stomach start contracting. You follow in his footsteps and soon after both of you hit your climax. Hoseok's cum fills your mouth quickly as you swallow. Jin licks your pussy clean and stands up. Hobi turns you around to face all 6 men and the sight that your met with is something you'd never forget. All six men stripped completely naked with their heavy cocks in their hands. Their beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat that made you drool. You motion for them to come closer to you and they immediately followed. Each other them vigorously pumping their harden cocks, eager to paint you with their cum.

"Please cover me with your cum" you whine while rubbing your clit. Hoseok chuckles at your eagarness and starts flicking your nipples. For the next 5 minutes the only sound that could be heard were moans. You violently rubbed your clit as all six men finished on you. Their cum hitting your face, boobs, thighs, pussy, and stomach. You look up at Hobi at the same time he looks down at you and you smile.

"Thank you for the reward angel, I love you."

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon was currently pushing the members out of the dorm because tonight was your second anniversary. It was almost comedic seeing him desperately push the boys out the door while tripping multiple times in the process. “WEAR A CONDOM NAMJOON-AH!” Yoongi screams before Namjoon slams the door shut. He leans against the door letting out a loud sigh.

“Finally some alone time.” He says looking up at you. You smile back at him and motion him to walk towards you.

“Baby hurry up we only have 2 hours before they come back and I’m craving that thick cock in my mouth!” You exclaim and Namjoon zooms towards you which makes you laugh. He lays down on the couch and pulls down his sweatpants. “Oh? Are we doing what I think we are?” You question while taking off your clothes.

“Baby I love you, I really do but you need to hurry your cute little ass up and get that pussy on my tongue.”

“Yes sir” you say playfully saluting. He giggles at that but quickly shuts up when you hover your dripping pussy over his face. He get impatient and grabs your hips to pull them down harshly. You scream as he devours your pussy like a madman. He flicks your clit at lightning speed making you shake uncontrollably. Your orgasm quickly builds up and before you realize it your squirting on his face. He moans as you spray his face with your juices. Sticking his tongue out to catch as much of his favorite drink before it’s all out. When you finally come down from your high he laughs and you turns your head back to see what was so funny.

“Damn baby you soaked my glasses” he says still laughing. He takes them off and throws them on the coffee table.

“Joonie don’t throw your glasses like that, this is why you break them” you tease. He smacks your ass to try and shut you up but it backfires as he saw your ass jiggle.

“Mmm fuck that’s so sexy baby” he moans out. You shake your ass a little to get him worked up. He dives right back into your wet hole, sticking his tongue deep inside you. This time however you wanted to make him feel just as good. You were too lazy to remove his boxers so instead you rip them open. The act makes Namjoon jump but his attack on your pussy remains just as strong. You grab his cock and waste no time to deepthroat him. He moans into your pussy causing vibrations. He jiggles both of your cheeks as your bob you head up and down as fast as you can. Both of you so into your intimate act, you don’t realize the boys has unlocked the door and walked in. You only notice when you hear a high pitched squeal. Both you and Namjoon look up in shock as you see his brothers staring at you with wide eyes and hard cocks. Namjoon freezes not knowing what to do. You think for a second and decide that making your Joonie cum is more important than facing 6 horny boys. You duck your head back down to suck on Namjoon’s tip. He moans but immediately clears his throat feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop moaning Joon, let them hear how pretty you sound when I choke on your cock.” You say in a raspy voice due to the intrusion of his cock in your esophagus. He whimpers in response and starts moaning out with little break in between. You look up at the flushed boys to give them a little smirk before going back down Namjoon’s cock, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time.

“Baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” Namjoon screams. “Don’t fucking stop please milk my cock dry.” Of course his wish is your command. You drop all the way down and open as wide as you can, grabbing his balls and sucking them into your mouth as well. Sucking as best as you can with a dick and balls in your mouth. Namjoon squeals at this new sensation. “OH MY GOD IM FUCKING CUMMING BABY!” He screams out. You can feel the hot cum shoot down your throat, it’s over filling and dripping onto the couch cushions. When you feel the last string of cum shoot out, you pull back up creating a popping sound. Namjoon shudders at the feeling. You gently get off of his big body and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As your walk back into the living room you see your seven favorite boys staring at you like they got caught doing something illegal.

“Tf are you looking at?” You questioned with a confused glare.

“I didn’t know you could fit my dick and balls in your mouth.” Namjoon says with a weird expression on his face.

“Oh you didn’t? Huh weird.” You shrug. “Do you wanna see how I learned” you ask. They violently nod their heads yes still in shock of your newfound talent. “Ok well first I need a volunteer so I can demonstrate, any takers?”

At the speed of light, seven hands shoot up to the sky.

“Mmmm guess I’ll just have to show you individually then.”

Park Jimin

(Look at him🥺 I just wanna squish his cheeks)

“Jimin-ah don’t worry it’s gonna be ok” you softly coo in his ear. BTS was currently in their private plane on the way to America. They were scheduled to preform at the Grammys and the nerves are starting to hit Jimin hard.

“I know beautiful, I’m just worried we would have done all this work and somehow I’d mess it up.” He says into your chest. You hated how much he doubted himself. You hold him tight and pet his hair.

Pulling away from the hug you hold onto his face and say “Jimin stop thinking like that, you have worked too hard to let the nerves ruin it all. You guys are gonna do amazing, your gonna make everyone fall in love with your beautiful voice.” He gives you a small smile and kisses you. You kiss back harder and it makes him moan. “Why don’t I help calm your nerves handsome?” He nods shyly while looking around. He makes eye contact with the members who were watching this interaction.

“It’s ok Jimin-ah, let her relax you.” Jimin looks at Yoongi surprisd that he said that so casually.

“Are you guys ok with that?” Jimin asked, voice cracking in the middle. The rest of members smile and nod. Jimin motions you to continue.

“Ok handsome, sit on the table but face me, I want them to see how well I can take your cock.” You direct and tap on the table. He follows your orders with shaky legs. You unbuckle his pants and yank them down, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. He moans at the cold air hitting his erection. You grab his cock at the base and tap it against your tongue. He jumps at the sudden contact. “Honey, relax stop being so jumpy.” You say before fully engulfing his dick in your warm comforting mouth. Jimin let’s out an exaggerated loud moans and immediately looks over at his members. Jungkook catches his eye when he notices his hand is inside his pants moving violently. Making eye contact with him and moaning louder to tease him. You look over and see the stare down and it makes you a bit jealous. So you pull off and invite him over. “Kookie come help me suck his cock.” Jungkook hesitates but soon runs over. You and Jungkook take turns sucking Jimin’s cock.

“Oh my god beautiful, that’s so sexy. You look so hot sharing my cock with Jungkookie.” Jimin gasps when he feels both tongues moving quickly directly on his tip. “Oh fuck yeah move those fucking tongues faster, you dirty sluts” he moans out trying to take control but fails when he sees you and Kook making out with his cock in the middle.

“God that’s so dirty, but I love it.” Hoseok adds trying to get a better look. Jimin calls the rest on them over and lays back on the table. Still moaning from the tongues on his cock. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s cock and shoves it in his mouth. You catch a glance at the act and moan against his skin. That makes Jimin burst his cum all over yours and Jungkook’s face.

“Hyung your cum tastes so good” Jungkook whines while licking his lips clean. The rest of the hyung line and Taehyung jerk off and cum on Jimin’s face. Jimin being the dirty slut he is, opens his mouth wide to accept all the cum. He swallows with a big smile on his face and sits up to look at you.

“You feel better?” You question while cleaning him up.

“Much better, thank you beautiful. I love you so much.” He says and kisses you with tongue.

“I can taste their cum” you say making them laugh. “I want more.” You say with the straightest face ever.

Kim Taehyung

“Ah fuck love that feels amazing!” You moan out. For the past week you’ve been on cooking duty ever since you lost a bet with Jin. You really thought you could beat him in Mario kart 3 times in a row. Obviously you don’t know yourself well enough because you came in second each round. Now you’re stuck making dinner for all seven members for two weeks. But Taehyung being the sweet boyfriend he is, decided to come and watch you cook to keep you company. He didn’t help for obvious reasons (that man cannot cook) but he stood by you the whole time telling you interesting stories. You enjoyed his company, if felt very wholesome and sweet. That is until he got a random urge to eat you out. He walked behind you while you were cutting carrot slices and pulled your shorts down, chuckling at the fact you were wearing SpongeBob panties. “What? I thought they were cute” you say barely audible.

“They’re adorable darling, they make your ass look cute.” He says then takes a little nibble on your right but cheek. You squeal in surprise. He pulls your panties to the side and digs in. Loud noises fill the room as your pussy start creaming on his tongue. “Your cream tastes so good darling, I could eat it forever.”

“Taehyung I wanna, fuck that’s so good, make you feel good too.” You can feel him smile against your pussy. He stands up and rips off his shorts and shirt. You look at him confused but the look turns to shock as he lifts you up and flips you upside down. “AHH OH MY GOD TAE WHAT THE HELL!” You scream out.

“Just suck my cock darling.” He says before going back to eating your pussy. You scream at the new position somehow feeling the pleasure more intense with all the blood rushing to your head. “Darling what did I say?”

“Sorry love” you say before quickly taking his cock in your mouth. He moans in pleasure and leans against the counter to prevent himself from losing balance. His attack on your pussy only getting faster.

“Holy shit!” Immediately recognizing Jin’s voice both you and Taehyung stop what your doing and look towards the voice. To your surprise the six members who were supposed to be playing video games had now walked in on your porn-worthy act. “Yah don’t do that in the kitchen, we are gonna eat that food you know.” Jin says still shocked from the sight. Neither you or Taehyung wanted to move. So being the horny couple you are, you keep going. Only this time, you are the one in control. Sucking hard on his tip making him let out the most beautiful whimper. He tries to go back to eating you but the pleasure you are giving him is making his knees weak. Jin notices and walks towards you, he holds onto Taehyung to keep him supported. “Keep going” Jin says nodding his towards your pussy. Taehyung hesitates but lightly puts his mouth back on you, but the friction was not strong enough causing you to grind your hips. “What are you doing Taehyung-ah, get in there.” Jin demands and pushes Taehyung’s head roughly against your begging pussy. You scream at the sudden change and take his cock deeper down your throat. Taehyung moans into your pussy causing your legs to shake in a powerful orgasm. Your screams send Taehyung into a mind-numbing orgasm. He doesn’t have time to react when he sees Jin grab an abandoned carrot slice and swipe it on your slit, gathering all your creamy juices. He guides the slice into his mouth, moaning when he tastes you. You shudder at the taboo act.

“Not fair hyung, we wanna taste too.” Namjoon whines.

“Then what are you waiting for? Dinner’s ready”

(Wow I’m going to hell for this one)

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook and you are so excited for movie night with the members. Every Saturday, the members meet up at one of their houses to watch a ton of movie and eat a shit ton of snacks. This specific night was your turn. Jungkook came a few hours earlier than the rest which was not shocking considering he basically lived at your place. You had everything set up, the huge tv in your bedroom displayed multiple streaming apps to choose from. Your big bed covered with throw blankets and pillows. The boys usually hosted their movie night in the couch but you had a California King mattress which you got solely because Jungkook loved trying different positions. So why not get a huge bed to try them out right? “Oh Kookie, Hobi texted. He said he’s picking up the rest of the boys from the store and they’ll be on the way.”

“I have an idea bunny.” Jungkook smirks mischievously. You raise an eyebrow at him. “We have about an hour before they get here, so I was thinking we could try deepthroating again.” He says casually. You look at him shocked.

“You’re insane you know that?” You respond but obviously agreeing. You lay in your bed with your head hanging off. Quickly feeling the blood rushing down. Jungkook wastes no time to pull out his cock, not even fully removing his shorts. You open wide enough for his cock to fit but then contract your throat to let it pass down.

“Oh fuck bunny I can see my imprint on your throat.” Jungkook groans. He brings his tattooed arm to touch the bulge in your throat. He twitches when you groan realizing he’s deep inside. Wanting to keep him there forever. But of course you need air to survive. You tap his thigh three times and he pulls back to let you breathe. You cough for a couple seconds and give him a thumbs up signaling your ready. He slowly guides his cock down your throat agains. Then a loud bang followed by multiple footsteps coming up stairs rings in your ears. “Fuck bunny they’re here sooner than I thought.” Jungkook says trying to gently pull out. But you lifts your arms and grabs onto his ass, locking him inside. You start moaning like crazy making him shudder with pleasure and fear that your going to get caught. Before he can say anything, the bedroom door burst open.

“Hey lovebirds we- oh shit” Hoseok curses. The rest of the boys stop dead in their tracks. Poor Jungkook looks horrified but continues moaning when he feels you tighten your throat. You motion for the boys to come see your amazing skill. As they walk towards you, Jungkook let’s you breathe. But you immediately put him back in. He groans as he feels his high building up.

“Oh my god I can see his dick!” Jimin exclaims. You smile slightly and point to your throat. You gesture them to touch it which leaves them feeling oddly aroused. Taehyung is the first to touch it.

“Fuck I can feel that.” Jungkook moans. The rest of them starts poking and massaging Jungkook’s dick through your throat. He lets out a high pitched moan and shoots his cum down your throat. Gently pulling out and flopping down next to you on the bed. You clear your throat and say,

“So who’s next?”

The movie night was long forgotten.

Sheesh that took FOREVER! But anyways I hope y’all enjoy reading this. Hope this wasn’t too kinky for you haha but if it was sorry. Next time read the warning. But yeah, I’ll get started on the next writing soon!

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE)

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beefboyandbabygirl · 8 months

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IM LITERALLY HERE JUST TO TEST BABYGIRL ON FICS LMFAOO most of these are older/more obscure-ish(?) so good luck~ (no cheating okay)

mingyu smut where he's the reader's knight and he ki//s people for her and they have bathtub sex

reader and jihoon are idols and in fear of being caught in a hate scandal, they start fake dating and fall in love

joshua angst fic where he keeps getting into street fights and reader patches him but the only reason he's getting into all of the fights is to help other people

chan and reader are exes but stay friends and reader keeps on going on dates and tells chan about them and it drives him crazy

jihoon is a painter and helps the reader with their insomnia

jihoon soulmate au where they share a hair color and jihoon keeps dying his hair and pissing off the reader

wonwoo is a racecar driver and the reader is his engineer and their dads worked together also racing and reader and wonwoo aren't close but wonwoo keeps trying to get closer to reader

ceo!reader who walks around her apartment naked and hoshi's window looks right into her apt but she also becomes his boss and then they fuck

this might be kinda mean djfskal idk how long you've been reading lol but if you know all eight of these then you are insane /pos

okay so i definitely havent read ALL og of these but ive read a lot! some of them ive also just read the descriptions of and theyre on my tbr lol

This is “grasp the thorn” by @/ssinboo! This took my a while to figure out because i last read it a long time ago lol, but im glad u reminded me that this exists.

Sounds familiar to me but i dont think ive read it!

this sounds like “hoax” by @/lovelyhan to me? except he’s the one who patches the reader up and not the other way? idk if its this one u mean but if not i dont think ive read it! (hoax is fucking incredible though top 10 fics ever)

This also sounds familiar to me but i don’t think ive read it?

Haven’t read this!

This is “to dye for” by @/wooahes! havent read this yet but the description immediately caught my eye

This has to be “momentum” by @wonlouvre. also havent read this yet but im a sucker for a streetracer au

A classiiiiiic “high-rise” by @/sluttywonwoo (who i worship fr)

plz lmk what the ones i didn’t get are because they sound soooo good! also if i got any of them wrong lmao

-love from bbygirrrl

#personal #answered #jj <3

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existing-is-bothersome · 5 months

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So um yeah finally making one of these hello and welcome to hell. Have fun because we’re all gonna be burning together for the rest of time.

Some ground rules:

I do drawing request but I won't draw nsfw and If I dont want to draw something plz respect that

Please do not argue about things on my posts

Please do try to keep as much nsfw out of my posts as possible

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You can call me Marz or Mako

Minor

Demiromantic Asexual

Any pronouns but preference towards he (its just the fastest to type lmao)

Chaotic neutral

Does art and occasionally animation

Has the worst tagging you will ever see

No real posting schedule

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I like asks and don’t mind spam liking and rebloging

Blog is LGBTQIA+ and Neurodivergent friendly and mostly family friendly

Most of the content will probably be lmk

My requests are open I mostly do character and outfit designs and I can draw oc’s and fanart

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I wish there was a way to just be able to flip between the base game worlds and not see the others while still having the content from all the packs, I feel like I get overwhelmed having a bunch of worlds to deal with but I still wanna have access to all the CAS and build and buy stuff that come with the expansion packs. If anyone knows of any mods that would do that plz lmk lmao

#sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims

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arthenaa · 1 year

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To be or not to be (CHAPTER 3)

Auror! Sebastian x MACUSA Auror! Fem! Reader

Chapter Summary: You're finally inside the bureau and get introduced to the other two representatives from France and Thailand, joining you along this case. You get in close with the footage from the actual crime and seemed to have noticed something else.

Chapter Masterlist

Chapter warnings: mentions of blood and discrimination, there's also physical hurting of a child at the end, mentions of killing someone and a dead person. theres also sebastian and reader action but its subtle like deez nuts im so sorry i cant help it. anyways so far its all about the lore <3

a/n: enjoy plz even tho this is barely edited lmao. will edit tom. lmk ur thoughts.

You hear Sebastian's gasp of amazement at the sight before him.

"Woah."

Well, you couldn't argue with his sound of awe. As soon as you stepped inside, a magnificent sight greets you. A large tree situated at the center of the grand hall creates this majestic and nature feel of the whole building. It springs up and seems to be never-ending as a hole in the ceiling allows it to venture past the building's limitations. An encasement surrounds the tree, protecting it from wandering hands.

You feel the magic before you could even step closer to it. You feel its raw and powerful core, a feeling you once got the moment you held your wand. You see little specks of light floating around the magnificent tree— further enhancing its beauty.

"Damn. You don't get to see a tree like that back at home." You hear Gladys mutter beside you, eyes still trained on the gigantic specimen before you. She continues with a chuckle. "This is something Beauvais would probably lose her mind over."

You chuckle in agreement at the mention of the wandmaker. Trees like this were a source of raw and core magic. They were often planted in places sacred and solemn. This was an utter shock to you though. You just didn't see a tree blatantly planted in a place where wizards dwelled as well.

You further analyze the interior, noticing the receiving area for guests on the right side of the hall. You watch with curiosity at the numerous creatures dressed in formal wear roaming around the halls to the floating candles that surround the whole room.

It honestly didn't look like how MACUSA was from the inside. This felt more homey and welcoming. Like you were staying over at an inn with how warm the overall atmosphere felt. There was however a professional feel to it still. You suppose it's because the bureau is situated within a town where wizards lived and dwelled as well.

You glance at Ominis as he extends his hand out as if he was feeling for something you couldn't see. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"The magic here is strong." The blonde mutters. You've read from his file that the British assistant excelled in magical tracing as well as he felt magic more differently and sensitively than others. While attuning and focusing on certain traces took a while for you, you were still the most skilled out of your peers. You just had years of practice in mastering that field. This man however felt everything from what you heard but still lacked in terms of tracing distinct traces. He'd be a valuable asset to you, for sure.

"Yes." You hear Corazon agreeing from the front of the group. You were too enamored by the beauty of the interior to notice that the Datu had already had her eyes trained on your little group. You still felt oddly uncomfortable with the way the babaylan standing beside her was staring at you. "It comes from the Balete tree. It's the rawest form of our magic and acts as a combat and defense system against potential threats. Keeps the community safe. It's why we're able to stay underground for so long."

"I see." Sebastian nods, passively commenting as he tucks his hands inside the pockets of his coat.

They continue to lead you to the area behind the tree where three archways forming in a coordinate axis are situated. One is situated to the north while the other two are on your west and east. Corazon continues to walk forwards into the northern hall with Ysmeria and the elf a few steps beside her.

You match pace with Captain Alcantara beside you, eyes trained on the long hallway in front of you. You pass by other wizards who turn to give a curious stare and a respectful nod to the authorities escorting your group. You can't help but feel oddly uncomfortable at the numerous stares you're receiving.

The investigation division captain turns to you with a curious glance. "Nervous?"

You're startled by his sudden start of conversation but you respond with a sheepish smile, nonetheless. "Somewhat. The stares are something I'm not used to."

Elias chuckles. "It's fine. We rarely get visitors for this particular reason and everything else is kept under wraps by the Datu. No one knows exactly what we're doing with the whole situation yet besides us and the higher ups so rest assured it's mostly out of curiosity."

You don't know whether you should sigh in relief or not but with the added smile of reassurance that the captain sends your way is enough to put a calming effect on your mind.

The Datu stops at the end of the hall where a huge double door stops you from surveying what was inside of it. It was certainly a sense of deja vu from your previous meeting back at Ilvermorny. Corazon turns to Ysmeria with a nod before stepping aside to let the witch do whatever it is that she needed to do.

The babaylan turns towards you with a short glance. "I hope none of you are iffy with blood."

The cryptic message leaves the four of you with confused looks on your faces. You would almost think that it was a threat but with the way the corner of her lip gently raised, you would assume it was a joke.

She looks oddly scary for someone joking about ... blood.

Not until, she pulled out the weapon attached to her hip, resting the blade on her hands as she turns it back and forth before facing the sharp edge against her palm and making a swift cut on the skin.

Gladys takes a step back at the sight while the others remained silent. She then faces her palm on the flat side of the blade, murmuring a language that almost sounds similar to parseltongue. You see Ominis tense at the words.

As her palm slides down the blade, a swirl of writing lights up on the metal surface. It glows at the touch of her blood before the whole flat side of the blade is illuminated. It gleams for a few seconds before the door makes a rumbling sound. You take a step back, startled by the sounds before a pair of hands catch your back.

You glance to your right to see Sebastian peering down at you. He smiles gently at your face filled with apprehension. "It's okay."

He whispers towards you with a look of comfort seeping into his smile. You gulp at his words before turning back to the door in front of you. You watch as the handles of the door begin to extend like a bark of a tree before slightly curling up like an object was expected to be placed on it.

Ysmeria places her blade on top of the handle before rubbing her bloodied palm against the surface of the door with exquisite design. There was a lapse of silence before the door brightens a gold color. You watch as it traces a certain pattern on the door before you hear a lock click from the inside. Ysmeria takes her sword from the handles, watching as it turns back into its original state before the doors are pushed open on their own.

Corazon turns to you with a professional smile once again on her face. "Apologies. We had to reassure that we had the safest room possible when discussing important intel. This was the best possible option as it connects directly to the Balete tree and a babaylan can only access it."

Just as the four of you would respond to your gestures of understanding, a cough resounds throughout the empty hall. Your heads turn towards two figures stood inside the room.

A man and a woman.

The man raises his hand to form a wave with a cheeky smile, greeting you all while the woman only gives you a half-lidded stare from her spot beside him.

"Ah! Right." Corazon claps her hands at the sight of the two before turning towards the four of you. "I know introductions are in order but first please do situate yourselves amongst the room."

You take a step inside the spacious hall, eyes wandering as you take in its architecture and interior. You notice glass surrounds your feet and the room seems oddly empty despite being spacious enough to house a thousand people.

You find yourself between Sebastian and Gladys, adjacent to you is the two unknown figures, one of which seems to be eyeing your companion. You turn to Gladys who seems to be uncomfortable at the woman's stares.

"You okay?" You ask her as she locks eyes with the woman who sends her a smirk before crossing her arms over her chest and facing Corazon with a smile. Gladys does not respond to your question.

"Alright. Now that all of our representatives are here, let me introduce you to one another." Corazon rubs her hands together as she studies the people who will lead the investigation. She purses her lips for a short pause before smiling once more. "Let's start off with our Thailand representative. Sent by the Ministry of Magic and Wizardry for Thailand and approved by the Southeast Asian Wizardry Congregation to represent as their primary representative is Hathaikan Anant."

The woman sends a calculating gaze towards your group before nodding in greeting.

"She specializes in undercover missions and intel gathering. Particularly, in the field of potions." Corazon adds with a proud smile. Hathaikan chuckles.

"A pleasure to be working with you, Datu." Her voice rings out like a sickening sweet flavor that leaves a bad taste on your tongue. You can't help but be apprehensive as her eyes turn into slits as she smiles with 'innocence.'

Corazon then turns to the man beside him. "This is Regan Moreau. Sent by the Ministry of Magical Affairs for France. Specializes in defense against the dark arts."

Regan sends a look of familiarity toward Sebastian who only sends a forced smile towards him.

"Did he just say France?" Ominis leans slightly to his left to whisper to Sebastian who hums out a yes. It seems as though Regan had heard Ominis's question as he sends a smile back at him.

"Of course we have, Sebastian Sallow sent by the British Ministry of Magic. Excelling in the form of wand dueling especially against dark wizards as well as his affinity to dark magic." The Datu nods towards him. Heads turn towards him, eyes trained on his figure as he mumbles a quick 'hi.' You snorted at the awkwardness before coughing as you feel his arm nudge harshly against your rib. "Then sent by Magical Congress of the United States of America, Y/N Y/L/N. She specializes in magical tracing which will come quite in hand with Hathaikan's field."

You lock eyes with Thailand's representative who tilts her head, eyeing you up and down before winking. You look away in embarrassment.

"Last but not the least, we have our own agency's representative. Hiraya Rivera as your field medic and guide." Corazon motions her hand toward Hiraya who only nods her head in greeting. You could see her vibrant energy overflowing with the way she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Elias had to subtly pull her down by the arm, appearing to look unbothered by ball of energy beside him. "You'll all be commanded by Captain Elias Alcantara throughout the entirety of this case. Am I clear?"

A resounding "Yes, Ma'am" is heard throughout the hall. Corazon smiles at the sounds of agreement before pulling out her wand. "Now that's out of the way, let's head on to the real reason why we're all here."

With a flick of her wrist, the wand transfigures into a staff before she uses the end of the wooden pole to thud against the glass pane beneath your feat. Within seconds, the room darkens and the glass illuminates causing you all to take a step back.

Corazon transfigures her wand back once more before swishing it into the air. You watch with bated breath as the room fills with mist. It surrounds your feet and the walls around you— almost blocking your vision. Its Sebastian that alerts you back to the present situation.

"Projection magic." He whispers beside you. You turn your head slightly toward him. He notices it and continues. ".... What she's doing. It gives a visual aid of a scene or an event. We use it often at the headquarters."

You face him with an amused stare. "... I know what it is."

You could only describe the face he made in the next few seconds as a child who had tried to show off his brand-new toy thinking it was him who only had it but then sees the whole class with the very same toy. He gaps at you like a fish out of water before pursing his lips and grumbling in annoyance. You could almost giggle at his childish demeanor but you suppose laughing at a time like this wasn't the best exact decision to make.

So you only smile.

You begin to notice the interior of the hall change from its traditional style to a more grandiose interior. It was a ballroom certainly but held more of a traditional Spanish-inspired feel to it. You then begin to hear chatters as ghosts of people start to appear around you.

You would almost be scared shitless at the faceless figures if you weren't aware with how this type of spell worked but you knew that this was an effect of what the projection spell was focusing on.

"This came from a memory vial sent by our informant." Ysmeria was the one who speaks up as she takes a step forward. She then gestures with her hand towards the man at the center of the ballroom. "Watch closely."

The movements appeared to be in slow motion. You watch as a man with clear features— one you deduced as the victim of the attack, converse with the blurred figures around him.

Just as he lets out a boisterous laughter, a woman dressed in the traditional Baro't Saya, emerges from the other end of the hall, pulling out her wand and casting what you can already tell as the Killing Curse.

The green light travels slowly, passing in front of you before hitting the man directly in the chest. The man flies from the impact before hitting the floor with a loud thud. You hear howls of pained and panicked screams from the sight of a dead man.

Then the projection stops.

Your eyes turn back to Corazon who had her hand raised, tip illuminating before she drops it back down and motioning her hand towards the scene. "Thoughts?"

It's Regan who speaks first. He walks toward the projected corpse of what once was a lively man. He crouches down, head tilted as he analyzes the man lying before him. "A direct hit. It's certainly cast with intentions."

You nod in agreement before hearing Sebastian chime from beside you. "Wizard on Muggle crimes are always led by a demonstration for power. Causes like this are common from past cases."

Hathaikan hums from her spot before walking toward the suspect who still has her wand raised. Arms tucked behind her back, she eyes the emotionless look plastered on her face. "Correct, Mr. Sallow, if she was a pureblood fanatic."

Hathaikan sends a sarcastic smile toward Sebastian who only looks away in annoyance. You furrow your eyebrows at her behavior.

Hathaikan then continues. "However, the files have already deduced that Regina Salazar is an activist for half bloods and seromahi born wizards. She has an affinity for humans."

Your purse your lips in thought. She was right.

The motives and background couldn't align. Either there was something that had her in a sudden change of heart or she was that manipulative, to begin with, but according to the case files, Regina was continuously passionate about allowing an easier process and a welcoming environment for the human minority of the wizarding community.

Murder for demonstration of superiority was certainly out of the question.

"We can't rule that out yet." The Datu corrects your thoughts. "Regina is still a pureblood. Raised by one of the most traditional families in the community. She was honed to feel superior than others. We still have to consider this as a possible motive."

The others fall silent at her thoughts. You suppose exhausting every possible option would be the best approach to this.

And that you did.

As you try to make more sense of the scene in front of you, your eyes catch a still figure amongst a panicked crowd. Normally, you'd pass it off as a shocked witness but with the way, his shoulders were hunched and his body language that spoke as if it was far from the emotion of fear and surprise, you knew this was something else.

"There." You point at the blurred figure on Hathaikan's right. The group turned toward the area where you pointed as marched to the faceless figure. "His positioning. I-It's not right."

Sebastian tilts his head at your observation. "It looks like a shocked witness. It doesn't really give off any other information besides that."

Regan, fortunately, takes notice of your insinuation. He points to the figure. "The head. It's tilted towards Regina as if he's watching her. Normally, if you're paralyzed by fear, it attunes to the rest of your body as well."

Gladys adds in. "The instinctive urge for flight. He would've taken a step back already."

Corazon locks eyes with Ysmeria who nods at the theory presented.

Hiraya chimes in all of a sudden. It almost startled you with how quiet she's been so far. "There's one here as well. Same body language."

The group turns their head to a faceless figure of a woman on the far left of the hall but situated at the front of the center aisle. She stood the same way as the man had. Face directed toward Regina.

"Is there no way to uncover the faces of these people?" Ominis asks as he raises his wand, the red tip scanning his surroundings.

"I believe not. It happened all too fast." Captain Alcantara makes his entrance into the conversation. His eyes scan the two added accomplices to their list of people to find. "The informant was only focused on the scene at hand, hence the faceless figures."

"Wait. Am I hearing this right?" Sebastian clarifies for the rest of the group. "Are we deducing that this is a murder done by not only one but a possible group of wizards?"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

The added two observations definitely provided more context to the scene of the crime and while dark wizards planning to take over No-Maj communities was something quite common in your line of work, never had you experienced a situation where a wizard loving human would murder a muggle out of plain sight. An influential one nonetheless.

Wait.

Influential?

"Wait!" You exclaimed, startling the others at your sudden rise of voice. You turn towards them with wide eyes. "Didn't the case file say that he's of influential standing? Connections with the King of sorts?"

"A general and an adviser to the King of Spain." Hathaikan has her full attention on you, arms crossed over her chest as she lifts a hand to rub her pointer finger against her chin in contemplation.

"This isn't just a murder, isn't it." Ominis catches your drift. You let out a shaky sigh as looks of dread fill the faces of the locals in front of you.

Gladys voices your thoughts with a flick of her coin.

"Its a fucking assassination."

"It's all over the paper."

A gentle thud of the paper against a wooden surface alerts the woman having breakfast. At first, she sends him a glare before sighing as a motherly look flashes across her face.

"Enzo. Eat." She gestures to the food laid out in front of the table. She takes a sip of the coffee before a harsh slam against the table burns her tongue.

She doesn't flinch and only peers at the young man standing in front of her with cold eyes.

"I didn't agree to this." Enzo voices out with a shaky tone. Tears well in his eyes as his hand grip the edge of table tightly within his grasp. "This— This is not what she would've wanted."

The woman sounds out a burst of laughter, malicious enough that it sends the young boy standing at his full height. Suddenly, he's aware of stares directed at him. One from the living area, coming from a man, and the other by the stairs, from a woman.

"Y'know," The woman smacks her lips as she feels the burn on the tip of her tongue. "It's crazy how the pain only settles after. It doesn't even hit you hard. It's a slow process."

The woman then stands up, posture elegant but menacing. Enzo takes a step back.

"Pain isn't even the only thing that settles after." She continues as if she's only telling a story. Enzo gulps as she makes calculated slow steps toward him. "There's scars. Trauma. Fear. All that stuff."

"P-Please—" Before he could even speak out his plea, a hand surges out to harshly grab his cheeks. He lets out a yelp in pain as the woman pulls him towards her.

"You don't get to tell me what she would've wanted." The woman hisses as her nails dug against the skin of his cheek. He whimpers as he claws at her wrist. "This is everything she should've had as well as the rest of you. I'm doing this for a cause, Lorenzo."

The way his name rolls out of her tongue leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Tears had already begun rolling down his eyes before he could even stop them. Noticing his scared expression, a motherly smile settles once again on her face.

"Should we teach him a lesson, Ate?" The woman from the stairs suggest with a smirk. The man seems to agree but a cold lifeless stare is only sent back to them as a response.

"Know your place, Vida. Juan." She calls out. The two cower in their places before she turns back her attention toward him. She releases her harsh grip on his face, opting to gently caress his cheeks as if he hadn't almost crushed his face together with just one hand.

He looks up at her in forced obedience.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Enzo?" She utters in such a false warmth of security that it almost lulls the young boy if he wasn't used to it by now.

"Yes," He pauses for a second before he continues to address her. "Aunt Regina."

"Good boy." She giggles as she pats his head in a calming manner before pulling him in her arms.

He used to feel safe in this very cocoon of warmth. He used to remember her smiles differently but now it had all begun to bleed into the cold surface of her pain.

"I'm glad you understand." She reassures him, swaying them back and forth together, creating an allusion to a happy mother and son. He allows himself to rest against her, eyes empty and hollow.

There was a pause before her next words shakes a chill down his spine.

"Cause I was afraid I'd have to kill you too."

It didn't even sound like a threat. It was as if she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He tenses and he knows she noticed. The swaying pauses and she pulls back to crouch in front of him. The fear intensifies as he stares at the empty hollow of a woman in front of him.

Eyes almost dark and empty of life and a smile curved up so eerily, she stares at him with what seems like the most haunting things he'd ever seen. The next few words further intensifies his fear.

"We certainly don't want that, do we?" Her voice is warm but gives off the feeling of coldness. He can't take his eyes off her.

"After all, a mother can't kill her son."

A/N: IM DONE W CHAP 3 THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE despite being lazy af im so sorry honkai star rail was so fun. NEW CHARACTERS AND A SNEAK PEEK OF THE MAIN VILLAIN !!! hope yall liked it, <3 the drama is starting hehe. LMK UR THEORIES PLS 🙏 also tysm for the support on this fic. its my baby. SEE U ALL ON CHAP 4 !!!!

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