#they immediately start making out and exchange confessions of love with each other?? then he gets robbed

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I love sim drama

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: newrelationship!jun, afab reader, smut, semi-public indecency (not rlly but they keep getting interrupted), dry humping, oral (m receiving), mentions of penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2545

a/n: finally wrote something for my love jun :D

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you and jun had only been dating for a total of five weeks (give or take a few days). you had been friends for a few years already, but had both shown subtle interest in one another for a long time. it had been jun who asked you out, showing up at your doorstep a little over a month ago with flowers and a confession to match. needless to say, you had accepted him with open arms, immediately becoming exclusive.

your friends had all been ecstatic at the news, having had to watch the two of you exchange shy glances whenever the other one wasn't looking, and laughing at the green in your faces whenever someone of the opposite sex showed interest in the other.

your newly born relationship had been going amazingly over the past five weeks. having been friends beforehand, it was easy to start at a comfortable place, already knowing all small details about each other. it was also very convenient to share a friend group. it meant neither of you would have to deal with introductions or seeking approval from the other person's loved ones. it was all perfect. except for that one thing.

you loved your friends, you truly did. but they could be a bit much at times. you assumed it must've been due to the pre-existing dynamic they knew between the two of you. they had grown so used to seeing you as friends that they had trouble treating you as more than that. despite fully accepting - and even celebrating - the two of you getting together, their thought process didn't seem to go much further than the simple label of boyfriend and girlfriend. which was probably why they could not allow the two of you any privacy.

you knew they weren't doing in on purpose. there was no reason for them to sabotage you like this. but their timing just kept getting in the way.

it had been three weeks now since you and jun decided to take your relationship a step further. on top of having had an innocent crush on each other for all those months, you had also ... deeper desires than that. for lack of a better term, you'd been wanting to jump each other's bones for a long time now. you'd waited for a respectable number of weeks after becoming official to actually act on your desires, except your friends kept getting in the way. every time you and jun were about to finally get it on, someone always got in the way. just like two weeks ago, when you were sitting on the couch of jun's shared apartment.

it started innocently. you were simply watching a movie together, cuddled up like any lovers would be. until a more sinister idea came to jun's mind. he moved any obstacles aside and started peppering your neck with light kisses, wrapping his hand around your waist as if to move you closer to his side.

you sighed, moving your neck to give him more space, "junnie ..."

"god, you're so pretty ..."

he only kissed you for a bit before you grew too frustrated and decided to take a seat on his lap, now facing him.

"shit. are you sure?"

"yes, junnie," you said as you wrapped his arms around you, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him.

you kissed him, making the kiss immediately heat up by sticking your tongue in his mouth. it didn't take long for him to match your energy, allowing his tongue to dance with yours as you moaned against his mouth. but you wanted more. you started a slow grind against him, enjoying the soft sighs he let out at the feeling of your weight above him. you could already feel his dick hardening under you.

you grabbed his arms and snuck them under your shirt, guiding them to your tits and directing him to play with them. he didn't need much convincing, immediately beginning to fondle your breasts as if his life depended on it, now allowing his hips to cant upwards against your own.

you dry-humped for a while, barely being able to maintain the kiss due to your endless moans and breaths against each other's lips. to any outsider, you would've looked like crazed teenagers whose hormones got the best of them, but you didn't care. the simple feeling of jun against you was already making your eyes roll back, with his hardness hitting right against your most sensitive spots as you ground against each other.

but you still wanted more. you were about to remove your shirt and push jun's plush lips to wrap around your tit when you heard the unlocking for a door accompanied by some voices. quickly, you two separated, making yourselves as presentable as possible, jun placing a pillow on his lap to cover his very noticeable hard-on.

"oh! hi guys. didn't know you were home. what are we watching?" it was soonyoung, accompanied by a much quieter chan trailing behind him. the two of them immediately sat around you and jun, taking the remote from the coffee table to turn up the volume, completely disregarding your privacy. the two of you simply exchanged looks of frustration, knowing you were now stuck in a four-way movie night.

~

the next time had been a bit more private. the two of you were now inside jun's room. this time had been a bit more purposeful. you had come there with one goal in mind. you'd bought yourself time away form his roommates (aka your friends), claiming you'd be watching a movie and napping behind his closed door. you'd even dressed for the occasion, making jun's eyes widen as an audible moan left his mouth the moment you pulled off your shirt to reveal a cute little lacy number you had prepared for him.

"holy fuck. come here," he made grabby hands at you from his bed, practically pulling you into him the moment he caught sight of the pretty lingerie you had worn for him.

you sat comfortably on him, kissing him the moment you were close enough. this kiss grew heated immediately, with jun running his hands up and down your body frantically, wanting to feel every curve and cranny in your skin.

you attempted to overpower him, pushing him down to lay flat on his back as you straddled him, grinding against him at an angle that had him throwing his head back and moaning your name.

"baby .. fuck. don't stop doing that. feels so good."

"but i want more, junnie ..." you pouted at him, making him whine at you.

"more? yeah. i'll give you more, baby. just–"

you didn't give him enough time to finish his sentence before you raised your hips, going straight for his sweats as you lowered them. you directed him to sit against the headboard, dick now out and proud for you to see.

the sight had you salivating. you'd felt it through his clothes multiple times before, but the feeling did not do justice to the sight before you. you were practically cross eyed and drooling at him, having stopped all your movements to simply admire it. you knew what they said about guys with big noses, but you hadn't expected this.

"yah! stop just looking at it!", he broke you out of your trance, embarrassed at your shameless staring.

"sorry, junnie. it's just so ... pretty."

"fuck, don't say that," he pushed his back at the mere compliment, likely feeling aroused from your words.

you had planned to sit on him and have him injure your cervix, but the sight was making you delirious. there was nothing you wanted more in this moment than to have the weight of his cock in your mouth, having the sheer size make you gag against him. so, you neared him, lowering your head slowly as if to give him time to halt your movements if he wished.

you made eye contact as you lowered your head, receiving a subtle nod in affirmation from him before opening your mouth, softly licking at his head. you both sighed at the first contact. him due to the light touch, and you due to the deliciousness of his cock so close to your mouth. you licked lightly at him for a bit, disregarding his whines for more. you licked up and down every vein, and then licked all along the head, sucking softly every once in a while. his mewls for you were making you want nothing more than for jump him and ride him until he cried and pushed you away. but you needed his cock in your mouth first. you finally wrapped your mouth around him, lowering your head as far as you could until he hit the back of your throat. the feeling of him in your mouth made your eyes roll back, with his moans making you have to resist the urge to finger yourself as you sucked his dick.

"b-baby ... fuck. don't stop. feels so fucking good."

he groaned at the feeling of your mouth speed up, his voice getting higher by the minute.

until incessant knocks began to bang against the door.

you yelped and jumped back, wiping your mouth before turning to jun with a questioning glance.

"jun-ah! come on! we're going to a movie. you're the only ones not ready."

jun groaned silently before speaking up, "i have plans, kwan!"

"i didnt ask. come on! just wake y/nie up. we'll be waiting downstairs!"

jun groaned once more, rubbing at his head frustratedly before beginning to get up.

"what? you're actually gonna go?", was he really gonna pass up getting his dick wet to go out with your friends?

"if we don't go they'll know we were doing more than just napping. come on," he wasnt enthusiastic at all about his words, but you still decided to follow him, making yourself as presentable as possible before heading down stairs with the man, matching pouts as neither of you got your fill of each other.

~

the next time was a bit more embarrassing. you hadn't been caught trying to fuck thus far, only ever being interrupted by unsuspecting friends who had no idea you were cursing them under your breaths.

this time, you were at mingyu's cabin. your fourteen member friend group had decided to coop yourselves up in the middle of the woods for a week in order to celebrate the christmas season. there were only five rooms, so the split was pretty even. in a very obvious turn of events, you and jun get paired up together, except since there were only five rooms, you had to welcome an extra roommate; minghao. it was an obvious decision, considering jun and minghao's close friendship and minghao's extremely quiet sleeping habits.

you were not planning on doing anything questionable with jun during your week-long stay, but most things never really go according to plan. you hadn't meant to end up on top of jun at 1:35 in the morning, tongues fighting against each other as you frantically ground against his hardened dick. you also did not plan to do so while an unsuspecting minghao was sleeping one bed over. but you had just been so pent up. and jun just looked so good with his messy blonde hair. you had been set up for failure, really.

"hmm. ba-baby ..." he attempted to pull away, but not really making that much of an effort as his hands were still holding onto your ass, helping you in your humping against him. you were lucky these were air mattresses, unable to make too much noise as you committed indecencies above it.

you ignored his complaints, knowing he wanted you just as badly as you did him. there was no way you'd miss out on his dick yet again. no one, not even your friends, would get in the way of you finally sinking on the delicious size of his member. just the thought of it had you mewling against his mouth, angling your hips so that your clit would receive enough stimulation to make you dizzy.

your clothes were pretty disheveled by now. your tank top had been lowered below your boobs in order to allow jun to play with them to his contentment. your shorts had ridden up due to his hands squeezing your ass every so often. his shirt had been ripped off by you a good while ago. his boxers were the only remaining survivor. you were both in a pretty incriminating state.

"junnie ..." you decided to be a little mean as you whispered against his ear, "want you to fuck me ... cant wait anymore. been aching for you so bad, please ... i'll let you hit it raw, just fuck me."

that seemed to break jun's resolve, as he immediately used his manly strength to separate you and attempt to pin you down under him; attempt being the operative word, as he, quite literally, threw the both of you off the bed. he must've miscalculated your distance from the edge of the bed, causing him to make you fall off the bed before almost landing his entire body weight on top you. as expected, this caused a loud noise to resonate throughout the cabin. it was only a few seconds later til the lights in the room were turned on and a few members started barging in, all wondering what noise had come from this room.

"you ... is she naked?!" it was chan, scandalized at the sight before him. you weren't naked, but you might as well have been as your shorts had ridden up enough to show your ass and your tits were almost in full display (were it not for jun's broad chest standing between you and the boys' line of sight).

"y-you! yah! all of you! stop looking at her! get out!", jun barked at them, who had all been standing near the door staring down at you two in shock. he then turned to minghao, "you too! out! go stay with jeonghannie! im tired of you guys getting in the way. i need to be alone with my girlfriend. LEAVE!", it was rare to see jun exasperated like that, but he was met with little resistance as the guys left one by one, sharing a few replies as they exited the room.

there were a few comments of

"damn, fucking while we're all here? based."

"jun hyung is hung, holy shit."

"how come i dont have a girl to fuck in front of my friends?"

"since we already know what's going on, can't we–" "NO" had interrupted jun.

it was all classy shit you'd expect from your friends.

jun then turned towards you, "baby, i'm so so sor-"

"shut up. they already know what we're up to, so i swear to god jun, if you don't fuck me right now, i'll go outside and take soonyoung up on his offer."

he laughed at this before dragging you up to lay you down on the bed once more, "sorry, not really into sharing. gonna make good on my promise now, okay? kept you waiting long enough."

"please just impale me already."

"yes, ma'am."

[shelbgrey]

Okay, hello! I love your work so much and wanted to make a request (if they're open let me know if I've been too rude to you dear) for "being Isabella Swan's big/little sister and being Jasper Cullen's mate." BECAUSE, at first he tried to repress that feeling by acting weird around her, and she hated the way he wrinkled his nose every time he saw her. Another thing, she grew up in Forka with Charlie... That's it, I'm sorry if I threw this too hard in your lap 😔. Kisses 💗

Being Bella's big sister and dating Jasper Hale headcanons

Paring: Jasper Hale X Swan!Reader

A/n: thank you for the request and don't feel bad for requesting, I always love writing for Twilight.

Main master list Emmett cullen story

So first off, I think thst you being Bella's older sister and living with Charlie kinda changes the story a bit. First off there's something special about you, but you living with humans all your life none notices.

You were about two when your parents devorced so when it came to living situations you stayed with your father.

You met the Cullens before Bella even showed up. Like everyone else at Forks High to took notice to the family. You weren't upsets with figuring out their background like everyone else though.

Your first day meeting Jasper was his first day in your history class. The only empty seat left was next to you.

He hesitated as he sat down next you. When he did he tensed up and turned his nose away. You glared at him wanting to know what his problem was. When the bell rang he was out in a flash.

The next few days he didn't show up. When he did he remained silent but didn't turn his nose like you stunk.

Instead of turning his nose away he would silently look at you then turn away before he would get cought. This went on through out the class. You would look at him then look away before he noticed.

The first words you actually exchange words till you had to work on a history project together.

“your name is y/n Swan right?” he asked. You nodded immediately falling for his southern accent. “yeah, and your Jasper”

He smiled slightly. “sorry for being so rued last week” you shrugged. “not a big deal, we all have bad days”

You guys continued to talk and he quickly got comfortable talking to you. He started to fall for everything about you. He knew you were his mate but he started finding small and big details about you that made him enternally thankful it was you.

Jasper took another aproch than his dear brother when it came to relationships. He 'corted' you by becoming friends with you first, you actually became best friends. As your relationship grew you became close to his siblings too, especially rose.

Your first date was the movies and suprisenly you guys just sat there for two hours laughing at the gore in the horror movie you picked.

After your first date he confessed to being a vampire and to his reilef you didn't freak out. He was so scared that you would leave him but he didn't want to lie to you.

“I understand if your scared... But I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie”

I immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I don't care, I still want to be with you”

You started officially dating about a month before Bella showed up.

You don't get along with Bella or your mother, so let's just say you weren't thrilled when you found out she was moving to forks.

During the time she started to settle in at home with you and Charlie you spent more time with Jasper and his family. You told Jasper that you two never got along and the hate and neglect your mother caused you.

The first time Bella saw Jasper is when he was picking you up for school. She kept pushing on who he was but you bairly awnsered. “he's my boyfriend, bella”

Dispite Bella and Edward dealing with their problems you and Jasper have a very strong relationship.

You two may not have much in common but that doesn't mean you two don't show interest in each other's Passions.

Your a movie nerd so he'll happily watch any movie with you. He's a history buff and he's was around for most of it so if he wants to talk about something you'll always there to listen.

Speaking of history, it didn't take long for him to open up about him training new borns and Maria using him.

He's very gentle with you at first, he would hate himself if he ever hurt you, but later on in the relationship he's more confident and isn't afraid to touch you as much.

Speaking of which, his kisses are always full of passion and love. His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead beacuse of how much taller he is than you.

He's always holding your hand. He always needs to be touching you and needs to be close to you. Emmett teases him for being Clingy but it's mostly just an anxiety thing, especially if he's around Humans he needs to ground himself by holding your hand or his arms around you.

If your wondering, Charlie loves him. At first he thought Jasper was weird(much like Edward) but he appreciated how kind and and well mannered he was. He knew he could trust Jasper with you.

Through your relationship with Jasper you had also gained a best friend through Rosalie and Emmett.

Rosalie loved you immediately and took you under her wing. Alice is a loyal friend but your not thst close.

Carlisle and Esme are like your second parents and they love you like your part of the family.

During the events of New Moon Jasper refused to break your heart. He knew that was Edward's plan with Bella, but he's not Edward. Yes they did move but you two stayed in contact. He would call you every day and you'll see each other on weekends.

He came to your graduation during the time the whole family moved then proposed to you a few months later.

Your wedding was unfortunately put on hold due to the who new-born army. It didn't bother you, you understood under the circumstances but Jasper was furious with not only Bella but Edward too. It wasn't their fault, he knew that, but then again Bella made it all about her and ignored the fact the vampires were after you too.

During the battle you were hurt causing Jasper to turn you. He didn't want to and he blamed himself for fighting instead of protecting you.

You loved being a vampire and never once blamed him. And it's a good thing he had experience with New-borns beacuse he was with you every step of the way during your transition.

You had your wedding about four months before Edward and Bella's. You went to Memphis for your honeymoon and stayed out till it was time to go home for the other wedding.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bree survived and since you were now an adult you and Jasper adopted her as your own. Your amazing parents and you three make an adorable family.

Later on in life and when everything was peaceful, no one dying or fighting, you two adpot two twins. They were both infants and needed loving parents.

Jasper is very loving husband and even if being a vampire is hard sometimes you wouldn't change your life for anything.

[michaelsfavgirl]

in the studio

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: After weeks of no intimacy due to his demanding schedule you decide to pay Michael a visit at the studio in a short skirt. Oblivious to the effects it has on him you face the consequences.

Tags: dom!michael, sub!reader, slight exhibitionism, doing it standing up, against a wall, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, p in v, rough sex, creampie, orgasm denial.

Word Count: 3.9k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: Sorry for not being very active these last couple of weeks, uni has started again and it's kicking my butt.

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As you walk through the bustling halls of the studio, your heart swells with anticipation, eager to reunite with your husband amidst his intense recording sessions for his latest album. Despite the excitement, a tinge of concern lingers in your mind, a nagging feeling that something has shifted in his demeanor lately. The late nights and early mornings, the relentless pursuit of perfection—it's all taken a toll on both of you.

You've noticed the change in him, how he's become more distant, more consumed by the music than ever before. It weighs heavily on his conscience, knowing he's neglecting the one person who means the world to him, you. But amidst the chaos of the studio, with deadlines looming and pressures mounting, finding time for each other has become increasingly challenging.

Determined to lift his spirits and offer some semblance of support, you've made the decision to surprise him at work, hoping to inject a bit of joy into his day. As you approach the door to the recording booth, the familiar sound of his voice washes over you, filling you with warmth and reassurance. Inside, you catch a glimpse of him through the slightly ajar door.

“Alright, Q roll the tape again, let’s move on to the adlibs now,” you hear Michael call out to Quincy Jones, the legendary producer, from the booth. His voice seems slightly strained from being in the studio before the sun was even up.

You watch as he readjusts his headphones on top of his head and clears his throat. The melody starts to play throughout the room and he begins to let the music overtake his body. His passion and dedication is evident in every note he sings. His curls bounce with each movement, his expression focused yet illuminated by the sheer love for his craft. 

While he does so you look around the room and you spot a familiar face: Janet, sitting on the couch along with a few more people, Michael's colleagues you assume. She suddenly catches your eyes and smiles warmly, gesturing for you to come in and make yourself known. Gently pushing the door open, you enter the room with cautious steps, mindful not to disrupt the creative flow. Taking a seat beside Janet, you exchange greetings and exhale softly, allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the couch. 

"I'm surprised Mike didn't tell me you were coming," Janet whispers, her voice tinged with curiosity as she leans in closer to you, her words barely above a whisper in the bustling studio.

A wistful sigh escapes your lips as you gaze across the room at your beloved Michael, his figure immersed in the creative process, unaware of your presence. "I wasn't planning to, I just... needed to see him," you confess, longing evident in your voice as you speak of him.

Janet's expression softens, her hand finding its way to your arm in a gesture of comfort. "I know he's been a little distant lately. He's like that with all of us too. Hasn't even called Mom in a while, she's starting to worry," she confides, her concern mirroring your own.

You nod in understanding, your gaze still fixed on Michael, unable to tear yourself away from him. "You miss him, don't you?" Janet's voice interrupts your reverie. she looks at your outfit, immediately noticing the short skirt you’re wearing. You finally take your eyes off Michael and knit your brows in confusion. Before you can respond, she nudges you lightly with her knee, drawing attention to the tantalizing view of your legs. Heat floods your cheeks as you glance down at your exposed thighs. 

“Oh- it’s, it’s not like that” you feel your cheeks heat up as you protest weakly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt in a futile attempt to cover more skin. 

A mischievous glint dances in Janet's eyes as she smirks knowingly. "Oh, spare me the excuses. It's obvious you two haven't fucked in a while," she teases, earning herself a playful swat from you.

"That may be true, but it's not why I'm wearing this, okay?" you retort, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your tone. "It's just a cute skirt," you add, though the words sound feeble even to your own ears.

Janet rolls her eyes in mock exasperation, but the teasing light in her gaze softens into understanding. "Whatever you say," she concedes with a knowing smile, letting the matter drop for now.

With a shake of your head, you try to refocus your attention on Michael. When you turn your head towards the booth you find his deep brown eyes already looking at you. A soft smile curves your lips as you wave at him, feeling a flutter of joy in your chest at the sight of his chuckle in response.

As Michael announces a short break over the microphone, Janet nudges you once more, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Taking the hint, you rise from your seat, your heart racing with anticipation as you make your way towards the soundproof booth, eager for a moment of intimacy with your beloved husband.

Passing by Quincy on your way, you exchange a polite greeting which he returns automatically before whipping his head back quickly, his surprise evident as he realizes you've managed to slip past him unnoticed.

As you slip into the soundproof booth with Michael, the outside world fades away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in a bubble of intimacy. With a flick of his wrist, he turns off the microphone, ensuring that your conversation remains private. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around him, your head snuggling into his chest. 

He returns the affection, feeling how much you’ve been craving his attention that he's unpurposefully depraved you from. Michael returns your affection, pulling you closer, his head resting atop yours as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo, a comforting reminder of home amidst the chaos of the studio. "I know, baby, I'm sorry for neglecting you these past few weeks. You know how hectic it gets here sometimes," he murmurs into your hair, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back.

You nod  in understanding and exhale. The tension of your separation melting away in his arms. "I'm happy you came," he adds, his voice filled with genuine warmth, and you can't help but smile at the sincerity in his words.

"Good, I was worried. Didn't want to distract you too much," His response is a playful squeeze of your waist, accompanied by a tsk. "You could never, sweetheart," he counters, his affectionate gaze lingering on you.

"Although your little get-up might distract somebody else here," he remarks, his voice dropping to a deeper, more suggestive tone. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you lean back slightly, meeting his gaze. His eyes trace over your body, settling on your short skirt, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize his intentions. You can see his pupils dilating even in the dim space. You try to release yourself from his arms to pull down your skirt but before you can do that, he tightens his grip around you, preventing your escape. 

"Not so fast, baby. You'll have some explaining to do when we get home," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. "I knew how desperate you can get after not being touched for a bit, but I didn't expect you to prance around here in your tiny skirt, trying to make me jealous," he continues, his tone sending shivers down your spine and causing you to press your thighs together instinctively.

"What? No, no, Michael, I'm not—" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off  by cocking his head to the side.

 "Shh, didn't you notice how they were looking at you?" he murmurs, tilting his head toward the glass window. Your eyes follow his gaze, catching the embarrassed glances of his producers before they hastily avert their eyes, and you flush with embarrassment, realizing the unintended consequences of your outfit choice. “Practically drooling over you like perverts.”

As you turn back to face Michael, his gaze pierces through you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought you could rile me up, hm?" he challenges, his voice dripping with a potent mixture of authority and desire. You open your mouth to respond, but your mind is too preoccupied with the overwhelming sensation pulsing between your thighs. God, you’ve missed his touch so much. Missed him fucking you spineless on your shared bed over and over again. Your mind drifts and you can almost feel the weight of him atop you, stretching you on his meaty cock. You can practically feel his tip rubbing against your clit deliciously.

Reality snaps you back to the present as Michael's strong hands grip your hips, pinning you against a secluded corner of the booth, a blind spot hidden from prying eyes. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Or have you forgotten your manners?" he demands, his fingers firm against your jaw as he lifts your gaze to meet his.

Stuttering, you struggle to gather your thoughts, your arousal evident in the flush of your cheeks and the erratic beat of your heart. "Aw, poor baby," he coos, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of affection, "can't even string a few words together." You whimper in frustration, attempting to focus amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body, but the slickness between your legs betrays your desire.

"...Didn't wear it on purpose," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible. Michael grins, bringing his face tantalizingly close to yours, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Speak up, sweet girl. Can't hear you," he taunts.

Your gaze drifts to the exposed skin of his neck, the unbuttoned collar of his shirt a tempting invitation for your hungry eyes. You repeat yourself once more, this time slightly louder for him to hear which satisfies him.  "What am I supposed to do with you, hm? I thought you were my good girl, wanted to spoil you for being so patient, but you've ruined that for yourself now," he muses, his tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and arousal.

 you look at him with needy eyes as you hear the word spoil. “I’ll be good, I promise,” you plead.

"Of course you will, or else I'll worsen the punishment," he warns. Before you can react, he spins you around, pressing you against the wall and hiking up your skirt to your waist. Gasping at the sudden change, you look over your shoulder but he groans and twists your head back towards the wall. “Be good,” he commands and sinks down to his knees.

Michael's breath hitches as his gaze falls upon your panties, dampened by your arousal. With a knowing smirk, he nudges your legs apart, revealing the tantalizing fabric clinging to your folds. "So predictable," he muses silently to himself, his thumb pressing against your clothed clit. A whimper escapes your lips, followed by the urgent bucking of your hips, desperate for more friction. He grumbles in response, delivering a firm spank to your pussy, eliciting a yelp from you as you jolt forward, your face pressed into the wall.

"Don't be greedy," he admonishes.

Hooking his fingers at the sides of your panties, he slowly pulls them down your trembling legs, stuffing them into his pocket without hesitation. Leaning closer, he spreads your cheeks, his gaze fixated on your soaked cunt. He licks his lips in anticipation before planting heated kisses on the skin, tantalizingly close to where you crave him most. You fight the urge to beg for more, knowing it will only lead to the opposite of what you need.

Without uttering a word, he wraps his full lips around your throbbing clit, sucking it into his mouth with precision and pulling away with a pop. A whimper escapes your lips as you press your palms against the wall, your body trembling with anticipation. Praying that nobody’s trying to sneak a peek.

Michael watches intently as your sensitive nub pulses under his ministrations, his own desire threatening to consume him. He dives back and flicks his tongue against the slick bundle of nerves. He sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching with each exquisite sensation.

Lost in the bliss of the moment, Michael savors the taste of you on his tongue. Lapping at your glossy folds with his eyes closed. The sweet yet tangy flavor makes him dizzy and for a moment, he entertains the thought of forgetting about the naughty little skirt, abandoning all restraint, and indulging in the primal urge to make you cum over and over again.

But the sound of your sweet whines snaps him back to reality, reminding him of the delicate balance between pleasure and control. Reluctantly detaching his mouth from your throbbing clit, he shifts his weight onto his calves. 

"Please... fuck, please, Michael," you plead, your words tinged with desperation and arousal, the fear of being discovered only adding to the intensity of the moment. Making you unable to string coherent sentences together. 

"What did I say, hm?" His voice is a low growl. "Is it that difficult to follow simple rules, or are you being bad on purpose?" Another sharp slap lands on your drooling cunt, eliciting a cry of both pain and pleasure from you.

You shake your head, unable to trust your voice as you struggle to maintain your composure. Your legs tremble involuntarily, aching to close, but you know better than to disobey so you keep them spread. Michael, ever the attentive lover, notices the tension in your body and grins in satisfaction.

With deliberate care, he brings his right hand to your twitching inner thighs, his touch soft and soothing against your heated skin. The gentle caresses help to calm your racing heartbeat, even as the anticipation continues to build. Meanwhile, he palms his hard cock through his trousers, the friction adding to the heat of the moment.

His fingers move with practiced ease, scissoring against your warm, gooey walls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your eyes roll back into your skull as your pussy greedily sucks his fingers deeper, desperate for the long-awaited stimulation it craves.

Oh, how much you've missed this. While you've tried to satisfy your desires in the past weeks, desperately rubbing your clit raw, nothing compares to the feeling of being touched by him.  And now that your poor neglected pussy is finally receiving some much needed attention you can’t help but gush around his fingers. The wet squelching noises only serve to heighten the euphoric sensation.

You bite your lip to suppress the filthy noises threatening to escape your mouth, determined to maintain your composure. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you resist the urge to look back at Michael, to look at his face as he pleases you, so you try to be a good girl, you keep your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you. Your hand trembles as you contemplate whether or not you’re allowed to play with your puffy pearl that’s aching for some loving. 

As his gaze locks onto your wandering hand, inching dangerously close to your center, he delivers a stern warning: "Don't even think about it." You whimper in frustration, complying by bringing that hand under your shirt to play with your tender breasts, seeking some form of relief from the overwhelming arousal coursing through your body.

He continues to revel in the moment, his eyes glued on your glistening cunt, betraying the depth of his desire. Despite his stoic exterior, he's missed you more than words can convey. Countless times, he's found himself excusing himself from the studio to silently relieve his pent-up longing, imagining the sensation of stretching your pretty hole. Yet, afterwards instead of the satisfying sight of his release dripping out of you, he was met with the sight of his sticky cum on the floor.

Glancing down at his stiff cock, straining against the fabric of his trousers, he realizes he's reached his limit. He’s been holding himself back from ripping your clothes off from the second you walked into the booth with that adorable smile. With your slick coating his palm, he decides he can't wait any longer. 

Though you pout from the sudden lack of stimulation, the sound of him rising to his full height, his warm minty breath tickling your ears, sends shivers down your spine. Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone and shuffling fills the air, followed by the sensation of his leaking tip at your entrance.

You gasp as his precum smears across your folds, mingling with your own juices in a tantalizing blend. His hand wraps around his fat length and guides his bulbous tip up and down your slick slit with agonizing slowness. With deliberate care, he pulls back his foreskin, revealing his sensitive cockhead to your needy heat, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

His palm presses against the wall in front of your face, a silent command for you to lean into it. It's not the first time he's taken you against a wall like this, but this time feels different, more tender, knowing how fervently he's going to take you in just a moment. The juxtaposition drives you crazy. He steals a quick glance at the window, ensuring that no prying eyes are watching, before returning his full attention to you.

With a swift, fluid movement, he invades your tight hole, burying more and more of his meaty cock inside you without giving you a moment to adjust. As he fully sinks into you, his coily pubic hair brushing against your cheeks, he snakes his other arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him in a possessive embrace.

In no time, he's slamming his hips against yours with a fervor that leaves you gasping, your mouth hanging open in a silent plea for more. Your hands scramble to grasp onto him for support, seeking some anchor amidst the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with his massive cock. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, the slight sting of his size stretching you to your limits mixing with the electrifying pulse of desire. Heavy balls slap against your clit as you hold onto the last bits of your dignity, before turn into a moaning mess for him. 

"Missed me, sweet girl?" His gravelly voice whispers right behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your eyes flutter. You nuzzle your face against his hand, lips brushing against his skin in a tender gesture of affection, even amidst the raw intensity of your coupling. With each snap of his hips, your body surges forward, surrendering to the pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. As you trail kisses up his forearm, he smiles at the gesture, goodness you make it so hard to stay mad at you. 

With his front pressed firmly against your back, he continues his relentless assault on your eager body, his cock plunging into your slick walls with a merciless rhythm that leaves you powerless to resist. Uninhibited, pornographic moans spill from your lips, echoing in the dimly lit room as he drives you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His movements grow more animalistic, his groans mingling with yours as he presses kisses to the nape of your neck, stoking the flames of desire that threaten to consume you both.

"Of course you did," he taunts, his words laced with a mixture of amusement and arousal as he notices your legs beginning to give way beneath you. "Look at you…can barely stand on your own two feet."

Your high pitched whines ring in his ears, the unmistakable scent of sex hanging heavy in the air as your pussy clenches around his thick cock, craving release. his veins dragging deliciously against your warm walls, molding your cunny back to his shape. Whilst he pounds his shaft in and out of you with each roll of his hips his round balls slap against your pulsing nub. intensifying the stinging sensation that drives you closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Mi-Michael, I'm close…oh god, fuck, gonna cum…" you manage to choke out between ragged moans, your entire body trembling with the impending release. Your eyebrows furrow, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure threatens to consume you entirely, your nails digging into his skin in a desperate attempt to ground yourself amidst the ecstasy.

"Gonna stuff you full of my cum, is that what you want?" His voice is deeper now, laced with a primal urgency that matches the frantic pace of his thrusts. You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as you cling to him, your entire being consumed by the need for release. "Yes…yes, please…"

Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, you feel the hot spurts of his cum painting your walls, each thick glob of creamy seed filling you up completely, leaving no empty space as his essence dribbles out of you and down his balls, creating a sticky mess. “God…such a pretty pussy, yeah, that’s it baby, take it.” His groans of pleasure echo in the room as he sloppily thrusts, your cunt milking him fully before he finally pulls out, his cock softening.

As he pants behind you, his breath tickling your neck, you squeeze around nothing, whimpering in confusion. Ignoring his cum oozing out of you, you finally dare to turn your head around. You watch in a daze as he stuffs his wet cock, your slick still clinging to his skin, back into his boxers and pulls up his trousers.

"...What...I-" you stutter, trying to clear your head, only for him to cut you off with a mocking pout and chuckle.

"What, baby? You thought I was gonna let you cum?" He smirks and fixes his hair. Looking so infuriatingly composed as if he hadn't just rocked your world while leaving you a disheveled mess with his seed leaking down your inner thighs.

"But, but you-" you start again, but he interrupts, turning you around carefully and pulling your skirt down lower than it was previously.

"None of that, don't be ungrateful. You're gonna tell me you didn't like getting your sweet pussy stretched, hm?" His tone is teasing yet firm as he tries to make you look as presentable as possible.

"I did, I just thought you'd...you know..." Your words trail off as you struggle to ground yourself, your gaze meeting his through half-lidded eyes.

"Thought I'd let you cum?" You weakly nod in response, swallowing hard.

"Foolish girl," he murmurs, his lips quirking into a small frown as you squeeze your thighs together, still feeling your clit throbbing for release.

"Come on now, let's go. I'll teach you a real lesson when we get home." He wraps his arm around your body, patting his pocket to check for your panties, not wanting Quincy to find them again and scold him like last time.

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[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Hi! Love your posts. Can you write crush headcanons for each of the turtles, like how they develop it, how they may act around them, and maybe ask them out? Thank you! Hope you have a great day!

TMNT crush headcanons:

Leonardo:

• Leo developes slow but meaningful crushes! He's very careful, and guarded of his feelings similar to Raph, but in his own way. His crush starts with feeling inspired by his person of interest, someone who makes him want to better himself in any way by either observing their passions, talents, and skills, or who encourages his limits to discover his own.

• He's thoughtful but very subtle about his affections towards someone, he doesn't exactly want them to know

• Observant, attentive, and a classic romantic is how he is—that last part, in his fantasies, at least. He dreams about being able to provide everything his crush could want or need, even though he can't always do so due to how they live

• Leo asks his crush out after a series of escalating gestures of love so it doesn't really catch them off guard. Asks them to meet him alone to talk because he has something important to say, and then makes the confession.

• "I know you have to know what I'm going to say, you're nervous, I can tell...I probably shouldn't have been so cryptic when I asked you to meet me in the dojo by yourself." He softens his posture a bit, to seem less tense. He'd lit several dozen candles scattered all over the room, partially for himself while he meditated to calm his mind a little, mostly to create an atmosphere. "You've become a close friend of mine despite everything, you know you're always welcome in our home, right? And you can come whenever." There's an awkward pause—he doesn't know how to continue with what he's saying. "Ah, anyways—I was saying...I enjoy your company, I would be honored to show you some stuff I know, in exchange for some of your time. Only if you'd like." God, he hoped that you would.

Michelangelo:

• Mikey couldn't hide his growing feelings, even if he wanted to. And it didn't take much for him to fall fast and hard for his crush; the attention he got was addictive and he wanted to give it back tenfold! He always wanted to feel wanted and accepted by others, so even though he couldn't have that from the rest of the human world, the fact that he had that from you was more than enough for him. He was grateful.

• He's his crush's biggest fan!! If there were merch, he'd wear it proudly even if it embarrassed you

• Creative and artistic; he painted and redesigned one of his old longboards just for you. It had some of his old pop-art on it, graffiti style, random sketches and doodles, and every sticker he could find. He tried to remember everything you liked to put it on the things he gave you, whether it were poster collages he made for his wall art or putting love onto the bottom of a skateboard. Big gift giver, so expect to get a LOT of stuff from him—even sentimental items he's nostalgic over, even if you feel bad to receive those things from him. He has a lot to give. 😌

• Mikey confesses by accident one day when he doesn't even mean to—he's playing around with you as usual and gets talkative when he's feeling excited, so it just slips out. Mid-play.

• "Ha-hah! That's what I'm taking about, I love you, Y/N!" There's a pause where it has to compute for a second. "Wait, did I just say that out loud?" He's serious for a moment—he can't believe he actually said that. But the next beat, he's back to smiling at you, laughing, maybe trying to deflect the hint of embarrassment he felt (which was rare for Mikey). "Yeah, I did say that out loud, I guess. Whoops...oh—now, tag, you're it!"

Donatello:

• Despite his brains and his intellectual nature, Donnie is an emotional person and actually falls in love almost immediately when he encounters that perfect person. He gets stars in his eyes and runs his own compatibility tests through his mind as he learns more about them, and annoyingly, they're stuck on his mind even when he's trying to work on his experiments and projects.

• Helpful, playful, a little stingy with your time lol—when he wants to spend time with his crush, he wants his brothers away because they take the limelight without thinking sometimes. Always offering to help you with homework or if you need anything fixed around the house, he's volunteering for that. Broken cabinet? Fixed. Wifi isn't working? No problem. Pipes under your sink leaking? He's been fixing up the Lair for years!

• Donnie is not shy. Let's say that rn. He's 👏 confident 👏. He's a little bit of a showoff competing with his brothers to snatch your attention, even if it's just games.

• He asks you if you'll have him on a date one night on your way out of the sewers. He'd been looking for the prime time to hit you with the question and was a little nervous to do it with his peers around, so he dropped the question when you went to leave for the night. "I know you're leaving—and this will only take a minute! But I had something to ask you." He lets you get curious. He holds up the keys to his prized possession, the Shellraiser, that he dreamed about driving you around in. "Ever gone on a joyride through New York in a souped-up garbage truck? No?...do you, maybe, want to do it with me? As a friend thing? Or maybe as more than just...friends?"

Raphael:

• Raph was completely UNready to admit he was getting soft for you. Or ready to commit to feeling the uncomfortable—but tantalizing—feelings you gave him. In honesty, for a good long while, Raph didn't let you know in the slightest he was getting his heart stolen over the course of the months he knew you.

• Very much puts off his crush with his prickly demeanor. But underneath that tough exterior, he's secretly taking every chance he can get to try to impress you in the ways he knows how; if there's any heavy lifting to be done, you bet he's volunteering himself out for that before anyone else can.

• Acts too good for sappy things until the moment his crush is being vulnerable—it disarms him, he's a protector at heart. He wants to be your shield from everything bad in the world, which is a lot.

• Raph plays the long game with his crush hinting over and over again he's in love, with no luck at times. It frustrates him but it's a challenge. He won't be outright and say it; everything he does is subtle, but the second your back is turned, he's making it known he's got your attention just to pull one over on his brothers (in good humor!)

• Makes his crush work with him to get the confession out, low-key. He makes you guess until you finally start to piece everything together. He will not be saying it with his words, but he'll definitely show it.

• "Y/N. C'mere," he says. "What're you still doing here this late, dummy? Already said it's not safe to walk home alone." Silence. "Agh, I did it again. Ignore my crap. But I mean it, stop goin' home alone, you know I told you I'd come too. And if I ain't available then I'm making Mikey go. Hear me? Stop acting like it's a burden or whatever..." He's kicking himself mentally for being unable to say what he actually wants to say. He ruffles your hair roughly to deflect. "See, now ya look silly like you act. Come on, let's go. I like you better safe in one piece than ending up in the back of some guy's van."

I lost all of my TMNT gifs from my old phone 😭 The post feels bare without it, but anyways, this is my first post in over a year so i hope it's good! 🐢🐢🐢🐢

[lqfiles]

✰ dating zhong chenle.

a boyfriend.. but not really?

even though you and chenle would be dating, your relationship would be nothing different from how it was before you started dating. in his head, you’re jisung to him but a girl and your relationship status is dating instead of friends..? he just wouldn’t treat you much different than before the relationship change, that means he will still bother you and annoy you on purpose and he will bicker with you and tell you you’re wrong, but you know this time it’s out of affection instead of wanting to start something. the only difference is that you’ll get some relationship benefits such as getting to be affectionate with him and getting favoured by him in some situations.

no one can disagree with you other than chenle.

even though chenle loves to playfully bicker with you and tell you you’re wrong, the minute anyone else does it, it becomes a problem to him. because honestly, who are they to say that you are wrong? or even worse, who are they to even think they can play around with you like that? (because obviously only chenle is allowed to bicker with you) it’s beneficial because even if you are in the wrong, chenle will stick up for you no matter what, and because he needs to have the last word the other’s normally just give up and apologise to you, or to him for annoying him i guess. maybe if they didn’t disagree with you it wouldn’t have happened!

jealous? well no!

chenle is rarely ever jealous, because what is there to be jealous of? he puts a lot of trust in his relationship and you, so with all that trust there isn’t really anything he should be jealous of. someone hits on you? he knows you’ll let them know you have a boyfriend. which is another reason why chenle has a lot of trust in you, because you always immediately tell him of what happened and how you dealt with it. but in the instances that he does get jealous, he’ll make sure you know, straight up telling you “i’m annoyed”. it’s cute because a sulky chenle becomes 100x more affectionate than a normal chenle.

how he asked you out.

it took chenle a while to come to terms that he 100% liked you. he would compare the way he felt when spending time with you to the way he felt spending time with his other friends and conclude that his feelings for you were more than just friendly. after he realised this he would honestly be chill about it, planning to just confess when he felt the time was right. the two of you would be walking outside and as you two parted he would stop you and tell you he likes you a lot, more than friends even. and as he tells you he just wanted to let you know, you’d cut him off with your own confession. everyone say welcome to the new couple!!

kisses.

kissing chenle is an exciting experience. neither of you initiates them, you can just feel when it’s the right moment to exchange one. they’re not regular occurrences, maybe like once a week. but every single time you can’t help the excitement you feel as your faces near one another. then you feel his chapped lips on yours but it doesn’t matter because it gets ignored by the rush you’re feeling. shy hands holding onto each other and lips parting every so often. by the end of the kiss session you’ve managed to turn his chapped lips a bit more glossy, so it’s a win-win situation. you can barely look at each other as you’d erupt into giggles and continue with what you were doing before.

[samwinchestersslut]

(this is my first time ever writing on here so please ignore any typos or stuff that makes no since i used to be a wattpad writer.. but enjoy! :)

sam winchester x fem!reader.

reader x sam confess they like each other after being bestfriend’s for years.

TW : fluff, a few cuss words, mentions of being hurt on a hunt, smut, p in v, eating out. (all i can think of.)

as you, sam & dean sit in the kitchen of the bunker looking for more evidence on sams computer to help your current hunt. you catch sam’s brown eyes looking at you, many times. its like his eyes are burning through you. dean breaks the silence and says

“guys, i think i have something. get in the impala.”

you and sam get up grabbing the same bag, your hands touch at the same time. he glances at you, his face red and flustered, speaking as he pulls his hand back.

“i-i-uhm- i”

you giggle at him as you grab the other bag of equipment going to get into the impala. time passes as you guys drive, dean blasting rock music and you staring at sam, him almost catching you as you look away. as you guys enter some random rusty old building when all of a sudden, the current demon you’ve been hunting with the boys comes out grabbing you, you scream for sam as tears fall down your face. he runs to you saying

“get the fuck away from her!”

the demon smirks chuckling saying

“i’ll do whatever i want.”

putting its hand to your throat choking you as you gasp for air, sam immediately feels his heart drop and aims his gun at the demon, dean comes up behind the demon shooting the demon. you drop to the floor, you look for sam and he grabs you picking you up in bridal style and asking a million questions going outside to the impala he immediately sits you down in the passenger seat asking

“are you okay? did you get hurt? i’m worried about you y/n.”

you look at him, aching in pain. you nod at him and he checks you, you’re fine just some aching pain and you could be patched up. he looks at you blushing.

“y/n.. can i talk to you?”

you look at him making eye contact and nod. he thinks before speaking knowing if he tells you this and you not liking him, he’ll lose you. he sighs as he starts to speak.

“y/n i like you, i’ve liked you since i’ve met you and i really really wanna be with you. i like you a lot and i wanna be your boyfriend. i know that we’ve been best friends for years and this could ruin our friendship. i really do like you, i love you.”

you’re shocked but not too shocked, he’d show signs he did, he was around you all the time, you’d exchange looks time by time, he’d look at your lips as you talked, admiring you. he liked you and you could tell, you liked him back too. you start to speak

“i like you too sam. a lot.

smiling. he starts to kiss you and pulls away

“so you’re my girlfriend? right?”

you smile and speak.

“yes sam, im your girlfriend.” 

as you’re both making eye contact dean comes out of the building raising an eyebrow at sam wondering if he finally confessed his feelings for you.

“don’t start making out in my car, for the sake of me!”

sam scoffs rolling his eyes at deans remark, flustered. time passes and you, sam & dean are in the car in awkward silence going to the bunker. you glance at sam in the rear view mirror, as you go to speak he interrupts you asking with concern

“y/n is your neck okay?”

you look at sam as he asks looking back at you, you make eye contact smiling and nod at him as deans into the garage of the bunker, you go to open your door but sam has already had it open for you smiling. what a gentleman. he grabs your hand taking you inside, glancing at you admiring your features as everyone goes inside, sam takes his coat and shoes off carrying the equipment in as you follow behind taking your coat off along with your shoes going to the restroom.

washing your hands drying them off, you leave going to sam as you see him talking to dean and they look at you like they’ve been talking about you, sam flustered and deans eyebrow raised laughing at sam. you look at sam blushing

“sam, do you wanna watch a movie?”

you ask him, as dean gives sam an eyebrow and slapping his shoulder playful pushing him to you.

“y-yeah”

he says nervously rubbing the back of his neck going to you, as you two walk to his room he looks back at dean not knowing what to do to see dean turned back with his hands all over his back and making kissing noises. as you go to look back sam rolls his eyes at dean and pushes you gently in his room closing the door.

“sweetheart, what movie do you wanna watch?”

as he asks you what movie you want to watch, you start to think and realize you wanna watch ‘the notebook.’

“the notebook.”

he looks at you grabbing the remote to his tv turning the movie on. you sit on his bed as he said he’s going to get popcorn.

time passes by. you and sam are in bed watching the movie as he puts his hand on your upper thigh. you move closer to him, putting your leg around his. he gets flustered as you do so moving his hand down your leg. as the tension builds up sam looks down at you as you look back up leaning in kissing you, he grabs your waist moving you into his lap.

as he moves you into his lap you feel his dick getting harder against your arousal, he hungrily kisses you as he unbuttons your pants pulling them off you as he pulls away. he looks at you as he takes your shirt off along with his from the help of you.

sam grabs your hips as he flips you over on top of him. he looks at you, taking off your underwear throwing them on the floor. sam gets on his knees in front of you pushing you back by your legs, he opens your legs putting them on his shoulders and starts kissing your thighs going in to your heat kissing and sucking. you gasp moaning as he does so.

you tug on his hair as his grip on your thighs tightly keeping them open as he eats you out, sucking and licking on your heat. you moan as he sticks a finger in your hole, slowly at first going faster as he puts another in. grunts leaving his mouth as he fingers and eats you out, you moan arching your back as he does so.

as he feels you going closer to your orgasm he stops, pulling his fingers out and looking at you. you whine breathing heavily. he unbuckles his belt, removing his clothes looking at you as he kisses you gently. he grabs your waist positioning his tip to your hole, looking up at you for approval you nod as he pushes in you.

moans and grunts, skin slapping takes up the room. he goes faster as he fondles with your breast, he licks your nipples as he goes faster in you grunting. your walls tightening around his dick, as you feel yourself getting closer. he rubs your clit fucking you. you gasp and say

“i cant, sam! i’m cumming!”

you saying going dumb from his dick, he grunts as he feels you cumming on his dick, he lets you ride your high as he pulls out cumming on your stomach. he falls down beside you breathing heavily. grabbing your hand, as he says

“you are okay?”

you nod in reply breathing heavily. sam goes to his bathroom grabbing a wash rag cleaning you up, he smiles admiring you praising you as he does so with words. sam grabs your hand laying with you cuddling. you lay on his chest and he rubs your back smiling as he says.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

you reply back, time passes and you’re both asleep after the exhausting day and night.

thank you for reading i know this wasn’t really good!! but i’d appreciate requests!! :) love u all 💗

[heartss4val]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie before dating. (fem reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 1/2

— Caspian introducing you to him as a friend, and Edmund being absolutely awestruck by everything about you so much so that he forgets to even tell you his name. He is visibly blushing and stuttering, unable to meet your eyes.

— Him slowly becoming more comfortable with physical touch, but ONLY if it's coming from you. But once he gets comfortable, he's always trying to find an excuse to be closer to you.

— "Accidental" hand touches (which are totally on purpose) when both of you are reaching for the same book. Then getting flustered and immediately pulling away before reaching for the same book once more and brushing hands AGAIN.

— Reciting Shakespearean quotes to each other. You two can have a whole conversation with just quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, or even A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But the quotes just keep getting more and more suggestive until you're both just absentmindedly flirting with each other without even realizing it because it just seems so natural.

— Him teaching you how to play chess, which ends up being a mistake once you two have your first chess game. Because he just ends up staring at your concentrated face, thinking you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. So he just absolutely FUMBLES. Putting his king in danger, not taking your free bishops, trading off his queen, etc. But he's okay with it because it just means he'll get to see your face light up once you realize you're winning.

— Eye contact across a crowded room. His eyes just naturally gravitate towards the most alluring thing in the room.. which happens to be you. And exchanging smiles once you realize he's staring at you. The amount of hours he's spent admiring you from afar.. he can't keep count.

— If you happen to be shorter than him, every single insecurity about his height VANISHES. The height difference ends up being a great source of enjoyment for him. He's never really the tallest in the room, so he gets some sort of pride and confidence from the height difference, even if you're only an inch shorter than him. Either way, the teasing will be astronomical.

— Him finding a way to touch you one way or the other. Picking a petal out of your hair, comparing hand sizes, or sharing an umbrella. He'll make an excuse like, "My hands are so cold, feel them." but he doesn't pull his hand away.

— Hang out's that start to feel more and more like dates. Because what kind of "best friends" lie their head in the other's lap while reading, or cuddle in the library, or give each other "TOTALLY PLATONIC AND FRIENDLY" kisses on the nose and cheeks?

— His siblings noticing that he smiles a LOT more often around you. Like he's full on blushing and fidgeting.. a blind man could tell that he likes you. Peter always finds a way to tease him about it.

— Lucy being his wingwoman because YES.

— Susan, Lucy, and Peter making bets on the two of you. Like who's going to confess first, who will initiate the first kiss, and even who will propose first. Mind you, these bets were all placed BEFORE the two of you started dating.

— Him not even realizing that he's gushing about you. Like you're all he ever talks about. Always managing to bring you into a conversation. Like, "oh, Y/N would love that." or "Y/N loves that story too. She has an impeccable taste in books, doesn't she?" He makes it wayyy to obvious..

— Unsent letters. UNSENT LETTERS. Hear me out. Him just pouring out his feelings for you, and everything he loves about you, and describing every minuscule detail about your appearance, and writing a list of your favorite things. And he laminates them and everything, writes your name on the top of the letter as if he's going to give it to you, but he never does. So his stack of letters about you, and only you, are always growing on a never-ending pile on his desk.

— Star-gazing to clear your minds, with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder. Except his eyes aren't looking at the stars, they're trained on you, thinking about how beautiful you look in the pale moonlight.

∙ a/n woop woop! first post! hope u enjoyed it. not sure when the next update will arrive, but summer break is soon sooo?? ill probably write again once finals are over AUGH.

∙ okk, au revoir! val tuning out.

[strniohoeee]

matt and reader are bestfriends, they are also deeply in love w/ eachother but they would never admit it. one night matt asks her to go on a night drive on the Hollywood hills and chris and nick are suspicious. matt stops on a hill after grabbing some takeout, they go eat outside the car while it starts raining so they run in the car and sit in silence still laughing hearing the sound of the rain, things start to get tense and they confess and have a heavy makeout session, it is also her first kiss and he's very gentle (but also a bit handsy) then they go home and continue what they started (maybe slight nsfw non sex but something)

can you do it long? i love long one shots ! 🤎

Drive

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N are madly in love, but they are so in love they are blind to it. Matt takes reader on a drive, and things start to take a little turn🫂

Warnings⚠️: Erm…heated make out session, groping, and a handjob😄

Song for the imagine: Picture Perfect- Jhené Aiko

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

You are picture perfect to me

So I keep you in a frame

Keep that frame in my brain

I’m not exactly too sure on when I fell in love with Matt, but all I know is this feeling started to control my life. If he was with another girl, if he mentioned a possible date, if fans said he was liking other girls' posts. My love for him was too much that it sometimes made me ill

I was so afraid of Matt not liking me back that I just kept this to myself, and occasionally asked my friends back home for advice.

He was my best friend though. We always went out and hung out together. Oftentimes we saw friendship edits of us, and rarely did we see shipping edits of us.

This made it clear in my head that the way we acted only came off as friendly, so therefore Matt didn’t like me.

It hurt though. I wanted him to like me, and I wanted him to look at me the way that he looked at some of these girls that would walk by.

I kind of had a feeling that Nick and Chris knew I liked Matt. They would always look at one another, or whisper to each other and then text each other while watching Matt and I.

I remember the day their suspicions started

We were at the beach, and I was standing up getting ready to head to the water, and a girl walked past Matt, his eyes immediately following her every move

My head snapped to watch him, and my eyes dropped. Immediately wanting to run away, Chris and Nick watched this interaction happen and knew something was up

But regardless him and I stood really close

“Hey Y/N would you maybe want to get something to eat and go for a drive?” Matt asked me as I was sitting on their couch scrolling on my phone

“Uh yeah that sounds fun” I said getting up and slipping my shoes on

Chris and Nick were in the kitchen, and exchanged glances at each other.

I walked to the kitchen to grab my purse

“Are Nick and Chris coming” I asked him

“Uhh no I figured it could be just us two” he said smiling at me

My eyes shot between Chris and Nicks, and then I turned around

“Oh uh yeah okay” I said to him

“Mmm have fun FRIENDS” Nick said putting emphasis on the word friends

“We will” I said walking down the stairs

It was such a beautiful night out, not too cold and not too warm. I had hopped into the car, and Matt put it in drive

“Canes?” He asked looking over at me

“Ouu yes that sounds so good” I said plugging my phone into the aux

Rain by SWV started playing, and I immediately started bobbing my head to the music

“I like this song” Matt said

“Oh SWV is amazing. They got some good r&b love songs” I told him

“I’ll have to give them a listen” he said looking at the song again

We got to canes, and ordered our food

“I say we go up to Hollywood hills and eat outside” Matt said looking over at me

“Yeah that sounds nice” I said to him

We got our food, and Matt started driving

We got up to the hills, and parked in a little secluded area. We left the car on, so that we could have more light as we set the food on the hood of the car to start eating

We were eating and just enjoying each others company

“You know that hat I’ve been dying to get my hands on but it was always sold out” he asked me

“Yeah” I said swallowing and taking a sip of my drink

“I finally fucking got it” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Was it worth it?” I asked him

“Not really….I look fucking stupid with it on” he said laughing. This made me giggle and playfully roll my eyes at him

“And what did we learn from this?” I asked him laughing

“That I’d probably do that again” he said giggling

“Matt! You gotta do better” I said shaking my head at him

We both finished eating, and we were just sipping on our drinks chatting while leaning on the hood of the car

“I need to film a YouTube video” I said to matt

“Yeah you’ve been slacking” he said

“Hey! Be nice I’m out of ideas” I said to him

“Let’s film a video together” he said offering

“Ou that’s not a bad idea” I said

“We should-

Before Matt could finish his sentence it just started pouring on us. Like torrential downpour

“WHAT THE FUCK” I screamed

And matt was trying to get the keys out of his pocket to unlock the car, and when he finally unlocked it we both jumped inside

We started dying of laughter at how shocked we got, and how we got soaked

“That shit came out of nowhere” Matt said wiping his eyes and brushing his hair back

“I know right like what the fuck” I said using tissues from Canes to dry my face and hands

“I got jumpscared by fucking rain” Matt said laughing, and I started to laugh so hard at the way Matt was laughing

“Oh god” I said wiping my eyes and holding my stomach

It was still pouring, and we were just now sitting in the silence listening to the rain beat down onto the car

The silence started to get tense, and almost awkward? I was looking around and avoiding Matt’s eyes at all cost

“Can I say something” Matt said randomly

“Uh yeah go right ahead” I told him

“I really fucking like you….like bad” he said

My head snapped his way, and I looked into his eyes

“You like me??” I asked him while pointing at myself

“Like a lot….like you’re all I think about when I wake up, and you’re my last thought before I go to bed” he said reading my face for an answer

“Matt I have liked you for so fucking long. Like the way I feel about you causes me pain in my chest” I told him

“I was so scared to tell you” he said

“Scared to tell me? I was so scared to tell you” I said to him

“I should’ve seen it all along” he said and looked down to my lips

“Can I kiss you?” He asked me

“Matt I’ve never kissed anyone before” I said looking at him

“I’ll teach you, come here” he said motioning with his fingers for me to come in closer

I leaned in, and lightly licked his lips before leaning in, and I leaned in as well shutting my eyes

Matt’s lips crashed onto mine, and it took a split second for me to realize before I started kissing him back. Immediately fireworks, and butterflies in my stomach

He pulled away and looked at me before he went back in and started kissing me again. He put his hand on my cheek, and slowly slid it down to my neck lightly pulling me in

I had opened my mouth for Matt to start slipping his tongue in, and he got that idea real quick. We both started to make out. It was hot and sloppy, and this was turning me on big time

He moved from my lips down to my jawline, and then to my neck leaving kisses

He pulled away and looked at me, at that point the rain stopped

“Wow” I said looking at him

“Look the rain stopped…we should head home, and uhh you know” he said winking at me

“Yeah sure” I said snapping back to reality and putting my seat belt back on

Matt drove us back home, and when we got inside we were both giggling and holding hands. As he walked us to his room. We passed Chris and Nick on the way, and we both waved at them and kept it moving

Matt threw me onto the bed and crashed his lips onto mine. We were making out and he started to caress my breast

“Oh matt” i sighed out

“Fuck you moaning my name is so hot” he said kissing my neck

I reached down, and started to palm his growing dick

“Oh fuck Y/N” he said shutting his eyes

“Matt that’s so hot” I said lifting up to kiss his lips

We made out for a little while longer while getting handsy

“Matt come on let me give you a handjob” I told him

“Baby…” he said biting his lip

“Pleaseee” I said kissing his neck

“Okay baby” he said kissing my forehead

He laid back lifting his search up a little bit

“You have to tell me how you like it because I’ve never done this” I told him

“Okay baby I’ll show you” he said

He slid his pants down a bit and then his underwear to allow his cock to spring up

“Oh Matt” I said biting my lip

“What baby?” He said looking over at me

“You’re so fucking hot” I said

“Thank you baby” he said lightly blushing

“So show me what you like” I told him

“Grab my dick” he said, so I grabbed his dick, god it was so heavy

“Now spit on the tip” he said looking over at me

“WHAT” I said shocked

“You heard me” he said

I leaned up and spat on his dick

“Now use your hand to rub the spit all over my dick” he said

I spread the spit from his tip down to the shaft

“Perfect” he said shuttering

“Okay now stroke up and down you can grip harder” he told me

So I grabbed his dick harder, and started to stroke up and down

“Good, now when you go back up squeeze the tip before you go back down” he said

So I did exactly that, and Matt shut his eyes moaning my name

“Fuck now you can go faster, so I can cum” he said biting his lip

I gripped his dick and started to jerk him off harder

“Fuck fuck I’m going to cum” he said as he started to shake a little bit

“Keep going baby fuckkk” he moaned out

I kept stroking his dick faster, and with a moan of my name his lower abdomen contracted and he came all over my hand and his lower stomach

“Fuck Y/N you’re so good to me” he said kissing me

He got up and cleaned himself up, and I cleaned my hands. We jumped back into his bed and put some cartoons on before we fell asleep.

The End

Im rolling out these requests like my life depends on it 🫢🖤 for whoever requested this I hope I didn’t disappoint 🥰

-J💅🏽

A/N: I have 5 tattoos🤞🏽

[firelinphd]

Their S/O is a bimbo | Headcanons

female reader

-> You love wearing long hair, long nails, makeup, jewelry and fashionable clothes, and you have more of a cool and extravagant attitude.

-> Mikoto Aiura, Shun Kaidou, Metori Saiko, Kusuo Saiki.

Mikoto Aiura

Kachow ! She’s a gyaru. You two immediately got along when she arrived at school without even knowing you both liked girls. It was randomly brought up in a conversation, and she joked about how you two should be dating. And you did.

Obviously, you two catch the attention when you are alone, even more when hanging out together, and even more when holding hands or showing PDA. But you do match, even though Aiura always claim she’s a gyaru and not a bimbo.

You often like to match as you like the same type of clothing. You often end up buying the same exact pieces of clothing (and if you’re the same size, sometimes only buy one and just exchanging it) and jewelry. Once, you even showed up with the exact same phone case without talking about it before.

Still, it wouldn’t be funny to date someone exactly like you. And this is why you cherish the little differences you two have. As she is more outgoing and touchy, you’re a bit more laid back and cold. One is a dog person, the other is a cat person.

Concerning her powers, you think she is impressive, but as you both already catch the attention enough, it often annoys you how many people follow her around and how she sometimes ignores you because people asked for her service. But she tries to make some effort to calm it down for you.

Overall, you both are having a great time dating since you like the same things and can relate to each other’s stories. Still, it does happen that it gets feisty since you two don’t have the same personality, bug which couple doesn’t have some downs ?

Shun Kaidou

Obviously, despite having liked you for a whole year, even before you became a part of the Saiki squad, Shun never confessed to you. Nendou actually snitched on him, right in front of his face, and you replied casually : « Should’ve told me sooner, we would be dating. »

No one could really believe it -except Saiki obviously, even though you weren’t as obsessed as the other girls he could hear thoughts of- but you did go on a date with him and became a couple after that. Opposites do attract.

For you, you’re dating someone that drowns you in compliments. For him, he’s dating someone way better than him and that he doesn’t deserve. As Shun gets obvious about it, despite trying to hide it, you keep comforting him about it, even many months after you guys have started dating.

It doesn’t help him that he overhears random people making comments about you two whenever they walk past you holding hands. But you always quickly call them out and tell them to mind their own business. It’s too bad that Saiki can’t tell Shun that he has powers, because he could reassure him even more that you truly love him.

Despite you two not having the same interests, you always show each other what you like to do and hang out together. You painted Shun’s nails and he absolutely loved it. So he took you to his hideout. You didn’t get his little IRL dungeons and dragons thing, but you were willing to act like a damsel in distress for him.

One thing that you both never mention to your friends is how Shun is impressed by how you manage to put on a so great makeup that makes you look so pretty and how he sometimes stares at you doing so.

Overall, you two are the portrayal of that girl dating a skinny gamer guy with unbrushed hair. Shun loves giving you affection and compliments (and also how he’s never overdressed if you’re around), while you never judge him on his interests and never leave him touch-starved.

Metori Saiko

As he had been used by many girls like you before for his money, Saiko didn’t like you to begin with. I mean, he does think that he needs to buy people so they would like him, but his father ended up telling him they were mean girls.

However, he noticed that you were a part of the Saiki squad, which was already suspicious to him, as they were all always telling him they didn’t want his money. But the day you told him : « Don’t try to buy me, or I’ll kick your ass. » he knew he only liked Teruhashi because of her ‘power’. And he still had a type. And the rich guy always gets with the pretty girl.

After that day, he randomly decided that you were the love of his life and you just got along with it, you thought if was funny. Well… until he actually changed and you started liking him back. You seemed pissed off as you confessed to him, but he found it amusing.

It actually didn’t shock anyone when you showed up at school holding his arm, neither did it shock them when you got out of his limousine at the front gate. His father thought you were another gold digger, but he was surprised when he realized that you just liked looking pretty without being an actual mean girl.

Obviously, Saiko buys you anything you want even after the 60 times you told him he didn’t need to. You gladly accept it, but you still feel bad. I mean, he even takes you to fancy restaurants only, because « a girl as classy as you shouldn’t go to some random ramen place ». You know, that place he actually loves.

Even after a few months into the relationship, he still doesn’t believe that you’re actually not from the high society. « Everyone else looks so boring. They’re all peasants ! But you look so stylish. You’ve finally found the place you belong to. » It is charming, but it does make you roll your eyes. He sometimes sounds so insensitive ?

Overall, you two get along very well and objectively match, looking great, being touchy with each other… after all, you both started by not liking each other, if just makes the relationship spicier. All the more, people are greatful that you make Saiko a more likeable guy, even though you have to get through a few fights to make it work.

Kusuo Saiki

Don’t get me wrong, Saiki absolutely loves you. However, for someone that doesn’t want to catch the attention, maybe dating you wasn’t the best idea. It isn’t worse than whenever he is with Teruhashi, but it still is enough to bother him.

Whenever you two are on a date, even though people wouldn’t forcefully walk to you, they would at least stare at you a few times. Saiki did change the world to make people think that he doesn’t look extravagant, but he didn’t change it for bimbos.

It took a while for Saiki to realize that he had feelings for you, as he keeps denying that he even has friends. However, it was obvious to him that he was nervous around you, despite being able to hear your thoughts.

But you were caring, kind to him, polite to his parents, and despite having a crush on him -that he obviously knew about- you didn’t harass him and try to get his attention, like those other girls who liked him too.

As you were a part of his group of friends, it took him a whole year to confess to you. Well- actually, you confessed to him one day, after you thought you had lost interest in him. « Don’t laugh, but I used to have a crush on you. Like, on my friend ? That’s so weird. » You thought he was telling his first joke ever when he told you he liked you back.

But still, after all these months, you guys keep it discreet at school and only show that you two are a couple behind close doors. Even though Saiki isn’t into PDA and you respect it, he does know when you feel bad or sad and shows you a bit of affection even if your friends are around, like holding your hand or rubbing your back.

Overall, despite you being a bimbo and him being a discreet and cold guy, the relationship works well, as you both respect each other’s boundaries and way of life. Saiki himself and your friends were all surprised at how well it worked, but they can’t deny that it does.

i might write a second part with aren, kokomi, hairo and reita 😳👉🏻👈🏻

[emry-stars-art]

Just read the whole 'how Andreil pans out' ask and all I'm saying is that I love the idea of Andrew Courting Abram and Abram just absolutely misses that it's what is happening. Part of it is just a cultural difference, Evermore and Palmetto have different courting cultures perhaps?

Another part is that Andrew really does not act all THAT different. He's giving Abram gifts but like Andrew is always giving Abram stuff? It's not new? Yeah they had dinner together but that's just like what they......do?

Another another part is just Abram not even considering himself as someone worthy to be with Prince Andrew like that. He wasn't worthy before and after Evermore and everything I could imagine he feels even less like a person let alone a person who deserves Andrew's positive regard.

IDK I just love the idea of Abram at some point like 6 months into Andrew trying to court him seeing that behavior somewhere else, being told that's how nobility in Palmetto court others, and going to Andrew like "Have you, perchance, been trying to court me?"

Andrew setting his glass aside and looking up from where he's seated, "For 6 moons Abram, glad you've finally noticed." - @jtl-fics

jtl I. Wish. You could have seen my face as I read this, this is so hilarious and heartbreaking and lovely all in one and I’m in LOVE okay i love this so much. And we can totally make it work ahhhhh

Like yes! Yeah! Andrew’s already a gift giver, it’s just what he does as far as Abram’s concerned, and they spend so much time together that dinner isn’t strange those are perfect points. Like to the court it’s starting to become obvious - maybe in the kinds of gifts Andrew gives, or some other small things that are new, yes, but Abram has always taken these things in stride and usually his lack of judgement when Andrew tries new things or changes in little ways is a huge relief but not this time Abram PLEASE

Finally Andrew just bites the bullet and goes for a gesture that’s way more out of character and harder to mistake, which might look something like this (and thank you @leedee013 for tags about them giving each other flowers that I LOVED):

And Abram can’t really form his thoughts into words because like you said; he doesn’t think he should be allowed something like that, there’s no way he’s ever EVER going to assume that Andrew is trying to confess or clue him in to a courting like this, even if it’s in his head now

But then Lady Reynolds sees Abram later heading back to the castle/wherever he stays carrying this bouquet of carnations (fascination), narcissus (honesty/truth) and acacia (hidden love) (let’s not look too closely into these flower meanings lol, i picked the first ones I found and I’ll field all further questions with ‘artistic liberty’ 🫶) and they’re pretty close friends by now so she’s immediately like “oh my GODS Abram who gave that to you”

And Abram quietly says “the prince”

And Allison’s won like three separate bets between various other people of the court and she’s elated

But maybe she takes pity on him when she realizes exactly how clueless Abram is, so she does her best to explain everything and finally, Abram begins to allow the possibility that maybe Andrew is doing all this on purpose. But he would really rather like to be certain.

And of course I had to draw your little exchange but I did it from memory so apologies for the changes in dialogue but I love it:

ANYWAY from there, when it’s cleared up, it’s just them being dumb and sweet and grasping at straws for how to be in love and natural about it (because they’re both very private people and a good number of average/expected acts of courtship aren’t necessarily in their wheelhouse) 😭🥹 and not to add yet more hurt/comfort but Andrew is so so determined to figure out a way to assure and reassure Abram that he knows what he’s doing, yes Abram is worth it, yes he’s doing these things because he wants to. If he didn’t want to he wouldn’t be doing it in the first place. And I’ll bring it back around by using my previously mentioned artistic liberty to say that yes Prince Andrew loves having his hands held/kissed (just by Abram naturally) and Abram figures this out and absolutely uses it against him. They love each other your honor

Okay anyway thank you for the ask, I’m SO lucky to have such brilliant people in my inbox 🥰

[giuliadesu]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | bang chan

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chasing that feeling by tomorrow x together

if it wasn’t for the giddiness you felt bubbling inside you, you wouldn’t have believed in the turn of events the last few days brought.

it was the last day before christmas holiday in the school where you taught english. the day was slowly moving towards a cool yet pleasant evening, with kids scurrying around to bid goodbye to teachers and friends before heading home, and faculty members stopping by a bit longer to chat before the long awaited break.

snow had started to coat the streets of seoul a couple of hours prior to your exit from the premise of the building. a smile crept over your face, as you enjoyed the feeling of the cold flakes gently landing on your skin, making your way to the metro station to head home.

after that, it was a flurry of events: chan had visited your apartment (thanks to the spare key you gave him) and left a small envelope on the console table near the door; it contained train tickets for a small skiing location in the gangwon-do prefecture, along with a tiny note handwritten by him.

“hey pookie! the guys and i have rented a cabin in this small village for the holidays, come join us! and no, we don’t accept a negative answer ♡ i’ll pick you up at the station”

you had just enough time to change into more comfortable clothes, pack a suitcase with warm clothes and your skiing gear, grab the presents for the boys and off you were towards the train station! 

you and chan had a bit of something going on, it was clear to everyone. the fine line between friendship and romance had started to get more and more blurred, with both of you making clear moves and statements that made it obvious you were in love with one another — despite not having confessed yet.

it was easy, considering you were both big on physical affection; hugs, naps together, holding hands whenever, soft kisses placed over cheeks or foreheads, tons and tons of cuddling… the kids were almost exhausted of hearing you say that you were just friends. friends didn’t behave like that and didn’t look at each other like that.

they were just hoping that the amounts of mistletoe hanging around the cabin and the festive atmosphere would give you the final push.

the 25th was a very sunny day, the majority of which was spent outside in the snow — whether skiing, snowboarding or simply chilling together.

then, after dinner, you all gathered on the carpet to exchange gifts, a warm glow coming from the lit fireplace. unsurprisingly, you and chan were sitting one next to the other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, while your hand would occasionally come to rest over his thigh.

while the other kids were busy opening the matching sweaters you’d gotten them (and throwing a tantrum over who wore it better), you took the chance to give chan his very own christmas present.

it was a small box, and just from the outside he realised it must have come from a very expensive jewellery brand. he sent you a glare, to which you replied by sticking out your tongue.

the black ribbon came off together with the lid, revealing the equally dark inside of the package. resting on a velvety cushion was a silver dog tag, engraved on both sides. the first thing chris noticed was how it perfectly matched the style of his chain bracelet. then, the quote on the front caught his attention: together forever, never apart; maybe in distance, but never at heart. the back also had something etched on it — the korean names of his friends.

his eyes shot up to meet yours, and you swore they were almost glossy.

“i don’t even know what to say… it’s just perfect.”

then he lifted you up from the floor and put you on his lap, hugging you tightly. you returned the hug immediately, your arms going around his neck.

“you don’t have to say anything. just know that the sentence speaks the truth and you are so, so loved.”

his grip tightened even more around your mid and you smiled in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. he found himself willing to chase the feeling of your lips, although he knew it was not the moment.

“put it on for me, please?”

later that night (or was it the wee hours of the morning?), well past the time everyone had gone to bed, chan found himself in the kitchen, trying to make a hot chocolate. he regretted not wearing a shirt over the short, grey sweats he used to sleep the second some hot milk droplets landed on his chest.

“you should be more careful when cooking, mister bang.”

he jolted in surprise, and you couldn’t hide the giggles that left your mouth.

he was about to retort, but when he turned around and saw you wearing his very oversized hoodie over your definitely-not-wintery pyjamas, the words died in his throat.

“do you want some hot chocolate?”

the way your eyes lit up pulled a chuckle out of him, and he went to grab a second cup from the shelf. while he had his back turned to you, you went and hugged him from behind, your arms snaking around his waist and resting on his abs.

“thank you for inviting me here. i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun over the holidays.”

one of his hands came over your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, don’t mention it! that’s what… friends are for, right?”

you felt a slight tinge of weariness in his voice, and you couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment in your chest.

“right, friends…”

a relatively comfortable silence fell over the small kitchen of the cabin. while chris finished preparing the beverage, you stayed glued to his back. you could feel his warm skin, the way his muscles moved with every action, the faint sound of a song he was humming.

chocolate now safely poured inside the mugs, the boy turned around.

“wait here a second for me, yeah?”

without even waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter; then he disappeared in the living room, where faint lights from the christmas tree created shadows over the walls.

he came back a few moments later, a small box in his hand. it was very similar to the one you presented him a few hours earlier.

“i know i should’ve given this to you before, but i didn’t want the guys to make fun of me.”

he laughed while coming closer, and you instinctively parted your legs to allow him to stand right in front of you. the dog tag caught on the dim kitchen light. you smiled.

he started humming a tune again, probably to ease the nerves. you recognized it as chasing that feeling by txt.

you couldn’t contain the giddiness bubbling inside you while carefully unpacking the present. the white box contained a bracelet, whose very thin chain matched that of the necklace you’d gifted him, and the small charm dangling from it was of two hands making a pinky promise.

wordlessly, yet with a warm smile across your features, you moved your arm in front of chris, the bracelet in your other hand. while he was hard at work at unclasping it and wrapping it around your wrist, you caught a glimpse of the two words etched on the back.

“… is it a confession?”

“only if you want it to be.”

the smiles on both of your faces were already enough of an answer, yet the moment needed something more.

one of his hands cupped your cheek, while one of yours gently took a hold of the dog tag.

chris stopped one millimetre away from your lips, still giving you the chance to turn down both his confession and the kiss.

“na sungmyeonga, come and kiss me, i just keep on chasing that feeling.”

with a slight tug on the necklace his soft lips landed on yours.

it was a sweet kiss, all smiles and giggles. your hands came over his wrists while both of his were now holding your face.

and boy, did you both chase each other’s feelings with your mutual pining!

the next morning, no one was surprised to find the both of you sleeping on the couch, necklace and bracelet on full display. apparently, the smiles on your faces were enough for everyone to know that you finally belonged to one another.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Eddie Munson Drabble

Word count ; 6.9k

*Edited.

“…I’m sorry. I’m flattered, really, but I just don’t really know you that well.”

The moment those words escaped her lips, Eddie was crestfallen. As confident as he tried to come off, leaning against the hallway just after club activities, in front of the love of his life, hearing those words were enough to make his small grin falter.

She didn’t know him.

Y/n, in her club outfit, couldn’t meet the man’s intense stare. She was fiddling with her shirt and her gaze was glued to the ground. The main indication of embarrassment, though, was that her cheeks flushed and darkened. At first, when Eddie was delivering his heavily recited confession, he took it as a good sign. But now, he realized that she was just trying to find her words.

Eddie cleared his throat and stood up straight. His body was rigid and his head was still digesting the revelation. Sure, it’s not like he’d ever had a real conversation with her before, but… Eddie had tried. He wrote secret admirer letters, too scared to reveal himself yet, and watched from a distance when Y/n opened them and became a blushing mess. He left small gifts, too, like when he noticed she needed some new pens and pencils. Sure, Eddie had never made it known that it was him leaving love letters and tokens of affection, but clearly, the woman had yet to realize. 

“Well, uh… I, uh - we can always… get to know each other,” he mumbled, his cheek flushing when he realized he’d have to grovel. “I just… I, uh, like you. A lot. And I’ve been the, uh, person leaving you stuff in your locker, and…”

Y/n deadpanned, and Eddie clammed up immediately. He shoved his hands into his ripped jean’s pockets, some of his rings still peaking out. He shuffled his foot against the ground, and he was sure he would have a heart attack if things didn’t go his way. He noticed how Y/n paled, though, and wondered if he finally got through to her.

She took a step back, clutching her schoolbag to her chest. She still couldn’t meet his eyes and grew even more tense. “O - oh. So that’s… you?”

“Uh, well, yeah. And I mean every word of it.”

Y/n could remember the first time she received one of the letters and gifts at the start of the school year. At first, her heart accelerated with excitement at the idea of someone having a crush on her. The handwriting was total chicken scratch and barely readable. And yet, the words were so flowery and beautiful, things she’d never been told before. 

‘I like the way you dress.’ 

‘You have a gorgeous smile.’

‘You have the most desirable personality.’

‘You look so cute when you’re with your friends.’

‘I’ve liked you for so long and I want to be something more.’

Y/n almost did fall for the secret admirer, so very tempted to leave a letter in exchange. And yet, that’s when she noticed. How, instead of sweet, general compliments, they became specific. Too specific. It made sense that it was a classmate of her’s, so she hardly minded the comments about her falling asleep in classes, but they became so much more.

‘I love it when you run your fingers through your hair.’

‘I overheard your conversation about the new song you like. I bought it as soon as I got home.’

‘I didn’t like the way Patrick was looking at you. I think he has a thing for you.’

‘I find it cute when you have a hard time changing your shirt in a rush for club time.’

And yet, still, she paid it no mind. Each morning, she tried going at school at a different time in hopes of catching who was responsible for being a complete stalker. And yet, no matter how early or late she arrived, it was always there. It was like they always knew where she was.

And then it became even worse. They were anxious, cruel, paranoid. The letters, instead of sweet compliments scrawled on torn notebook papers it became angry, jealous essays. The first few times it started happening, she read the letters. But what she read burned into her retinas and after a few days, she feigned an illness to get away from it.

She stopped reading them, but in a way, that made her even more scared.

‘Stop talking to Patrick. I don’t want to do anything rash because I love you, doll, but you make it hard to not beat the shit out of him.’

‘I don’t like how much you hang out with your friends. You’re too close to Max and Lucas. They have some shitty altier motive.’

‘I really wish you’d stop wearing teeshirts to school. Remind me to leave you one of my sweatshirts so you stop walking around with that much skin showing.’

‘I’m sorry I’m so jealous, doll. It’s just that we’re made for each other and I hate seeing anyone look at you. If I could, I’d burn out everyone else’s eyes so only I could see you.’

‘I love you.’

Y/n was petrified. For a while, she lived ignorantly although cautiously. She figured that if she stopped reading them, the letters would disappear. Her stalker would disappear. But, instead, here that stalker was. Standing in front of her as if they weren’t a complete psycho that threatened her. and her loved ones

When Eddie first confessed, she didn’t connect the dots at all. He seemed too nervous and shy. Too innocent. They'd never interacted before, so she saw no reason for him to be the stalker. And then, when the revelation left his lips, it took every fiber of her body not to scream and run away. She’d never been the judgmental type and only knew of Eddie Munson. But clearly, he was creepy and insane and a freak.

Y/n knew not to push the limits. But she also knew not to be a pushover. She had enough confidence and slash or fear to know that giving any reciprocation for his feelings would make things worse, but so would being rude and abrupt. From the letters and gifts, Y/n knew that Eddie Munson was dangerous.

“I - I’m sorry, Eddie. I really am,” she whispered, barely audible. The man had to hunch over slightly to hear, especially with how crowded and loud the conversations in the school hallway were. “It’s just… I think you’re - well, you’re a little… creepy. The letters, um, were a little… too much.”

Eddie listened intently, although his brain short-circuited when he was once again rejected. He was scared that, for a moment, she was rejecting him because of his reputation. But, if it was just because of the letters…

Y/n was quick to realize Eddie heard what he wanted to hear. He interpreted how he wanted to interpret.

He answered with more energy than she’d hoped. "Oh. I mean, if that’s all… I can always stop. I just, uh, think we could be some power couple. I’ve, uh had a couple name in mind for years.”

“Y - years?” Y/n squeaked, once again taking a step back. 

The students were beginning to disperse and the hallways were becoming empty. Everyone was heading home. Except for some exhausted teachers and friend groups, they were completely deserted. Y/n was petrified. The man standing before her was completely delusional and was seemingly refusing to take no for an answer.

Eddie tilted his head, quirking a brow. He took a step closer, eyeing the woman up and down. He easily caught on that she was a little frightened, but he didn’t think much of it. She was just confused. Maybe all of the rumors fucking Patrick and his friends were spreading around were getting to her.

“Yeah, years. I, uh, promise, doll, this isn’t just a crush. I love you. So, so much. I mean, I already planned the wedding out in my head. I was thinking something small, quaint, cute. I’d put a little more of my own flair into it, but I really only give a shit about, uh, making you happy. I mean, I thought I’d ask you once we started dating, but I overheard you talking about it with Max during a sleepover, so —“

“What?”

Eddie paused, grinning bashfully as his cheeks reddened. He had unknowingly rambled. Sure, Y/n was still baffled by the interaction, but he was sure she’d come around. She just had to. But, in reality, Y/n was on the verge of tears. She was shaking in her boots. She’d known he stalked her at school, but to know that he knew where she lived - it shook her to her core.

Eddie Munson was dangerous.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.”

“Y - you know where I live?”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. The cogs turned, trying to decipher what was wrong. Especially now that he noticed how she continued to shrink away and how glossy her eyes were. He swallowed thickly. And that’s when it hit him.

In a panic, he raised his arms and waved them defensively. “Wait, doll, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not a bad guy —“

That was all Y/n needed to hear. She choked back a loud sob and the tears started spilling. She couldn’t think straight, taking a few more steps away from Eddie Munson. And when he tried swiping at her to bring her back to him, she dodged, hiccuping.

Eddie grit his teeth. He tried desperately to grab her shoulder, her bag, anything. All of his confidence converted into sheer panic and concern, because in his mind, things were supposed to go a lot smoother. She was supposed to fall at his feet with love like he constantly did for her. They were supposed to kiss passionately as the mental music swelled.

And yet, instead, he could do nothing but watch, one hand outstretched toward where she once was, as she darted down the hall.

Y/n ran like her life depended on it, because in her mind, it did. She wanted to call the police immediately and get a restraining order. And yet, she didn’t want to be anywhere that she knew he could find her. That eliminated not only the school, but her home.

As she pushed open the front door of the school, she peered over her shoulder. Eddie Munson wasn’t there. 

She hopped onto her bike. Her trembling body barely registered enough, and as she set off, she almost ran right into a large van. It probably belonged to the janitor. And, as she swerved through the parking lot and sped up the small hill, she glanced over her shoulder to see that Eddie Munson had finally burst out of the school entrance, panting and panicked.

Y/n gulped down, realizing she’d have to pay attention to the road. The rest of the parking lot had been bare, which made her think that surely he didn’t have a car. She’d surely have the upper hand in escaping. Besides, if she got home, she could just retreat to her parent’s warm and loving arms and call the police.

She was scared for her life. From how violent his previous letters had been, and how he carried a terrible reputation, she was worried he’d do something. He’d actually hurt her, or even worse, some of her classmates. She pulled up to a red light. She intended on going straight home, but seeing as she knew the local area well enough, she instead forced the bike onto the sidewalk and took a hard right.

She entered the more urban part of town. That wasn’t really where she lived, but some of her friends did and she knew the area well-enough. She kept speeding down the sidewalk, occasionally swerving to avoid tiny children and cute teenage couples. But, generally, the ride was urgent and almost calming.

That is, until she glanced over her shoulder and recognized the same beat up van trailing only slightly beside her. It was eerily slow, driving no more than ten miles an hour. The engine continuously sputtered. Y/n’s gaze was glued to the van in horror. What confirmed her suspicions even further was that, through the dark glass, she instantly recognize the messy trusses and gothic ornate fashion of Eddie Munson. 

They made momentary eye contact and it sent chills down Y/n’s spine. The man looked equally as panicked as he did dead serious. His hands were gripping the steering wheel and his eyes bore into her. There was just as much of a mean, determined glare as there was a pleading expression. It frightened Y/n to her core.

When Y/n’s attention returned to the front of her, though, she let out a gasp of fright. She planted her feet on the ground desperately, trying to force the bike to stop. She’d come up to the end of the sidewalk and was about to crash right into a large tow truck that was racing down the street.

At the last second, she turned the bike a sharp left. A screech escaped her lips when the sudden turn brought the bike crashing into the ground. She skidded off and tumbled right into the street. She heard a small crack and pain shot through her ankle. There was also a searing sensation agains the cheek that lay flat against the dull pavement. Her head was pounding as she twitched, her legs completely tangled with the bike.

She pushed her hands into the asphalt, weakly pushing herself up. Some blood dripped onto the ground from her cheek and she knew she’d be riddled with bruises by tomorrow. She was only vaguely aware that the van had come to a screeching halt. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

She peered up, rather disgruntled from the position she was in. Her entire body had scratches and skid marks. She peered up in horror, just in time to recognize Eddie Munson as he leaned over. His face was masked by his soft curls, and she couldn’t see his expression.

His hands looped under her armpits and he lifted, grunting slightly. A fearful, pained scream escaped her lips as she was lifted from the wreck. Her hair fell in her face, and she let out a grumble of agony when the bike was untangled from the wreckage.

At least one ankle was twisted. However, she wasn’t even given the chance to test it out, because Eddie wasn’t just helping her up. He was holding her limp form and making his way to the other side of the car. Even with how tattered and distressed she was, she connected the dots the moment he set he her against the car and went to open the passenger door.

Her eyes widened and she could barely move. But it didn’t matter so much as to what she couldn’t do. It was more so of what she had to do that impacted her. Both ankles tung from her weight and she almost crumbled right then and there. But when Eddie hummed, completely absorbed in opening the passenger side door and pushing some things off the seat, she attempted to limp away.

She let out a gasp of pain as she moved her feet, which drew Eddie’s attention back to her. He abandoned what he was doing, wide-eyed and worried. “Fuck! Y/n, doll, you’re hurt —!”

It didn’t take much effort to reach out and grasped at her. He grabbed her shoulder. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat, loud enough to be heard several blocks down. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs, even when it was muted by Eddie’s hand. His long, black nails dug into her injured cheek. Y/n pawed at him as he forcefully started pulling her back toward the van.

Tears sprung from her eyes again. Eddie kept mumbling nonsense that Y/n didn’t particularly want to hear.

“Just cooperate, dammit! I - I need to —“

“Hey, freak, the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Eddie seized up, but Y/n sure as hell didn’t. She tried to pull his hands away, and yet they only tightened. That was, until her vision cleared and she realized standing before her, was the chief of police, Sheriff Hopper. He had a gun pulled from his hip and had it trained on Eddie’s figure, even Y/n blocked most of it.

Eddie squealed girlishly. A small crowd from the nearby houses  formed, and disturbed mothers gasped, holding their urbanized children to them. Y/n had never been happier to be in the richer side of town, because clearly, that was where to be when someone attempted to kidnap you.

“Let her go! Hands in the air and against the vehicle, now!” Hopper demanded, twisting the safety off.

Eddie could not have been more terrified. He exchanged wary glances between the officer and the love of his life. It was just a misunderstanding. He was helping her —!

Y/n bit down on his hand, and Eddie yelped. Immediately, the woman pushed herself free. She collapsed to her knees instantly, though, and despite the mark on his hand, Eddie’s brain blanked and he went to reach for her. That was, until he woke back up to the cocking of the gun.

“H - hey, man, it's not what you think!” Eddie pleaded, pale in the face. He raised his hands instantly, occasionally glancing at Y/n, who was desperately crawling to the officer’s side. His heart burned with regret. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “I was just helping her —“

“I said, up against the vehicle! Now!”

With Hopper’s free hand, he reached onto his waist and pulled out a walkie-talkie. He pressed the button, eyes not abandoning Eddie’s trembling form as he did, in fact, press himself to the vehicle. Eddie’s mind blanked as he tried to think of an escape. A deep frown was etched into his frazzled features.

“Hey. We need an ambulance and another dispatch up here at Locust Street. Now.”

With that said, he reattached it. His glare bore into Eddie’s back. The man was desperately trying to think of anything that would convince him. “Y/n, please! Tell him it ain’t what he thinks it, uh, is?”

The officer grunted in disbelief. He lowered the gun when he took the final step and fished around for handcuffs. Eddie’s brain short-circuited in that moment and he brought his elbow into Hopper’s face. The man released a low yelp, caught off guard by Eddie’s sudden defiance. But Eddie didn’t just stop there. He swerved toward the officer and pushed his chest.

Hopper wasn’t letting himself get pushed around that easily, though. He let out another curse, not moving an inch when Eddie pushed him. Instead, he grabbed his frail wrists. One hand reached for the hilt of his gun and he removed it, about to shoot.

However, Eddie threw his entire weight toward the large man. Hopper lost his footing. He shot, but the bullet ricocheted off the large van. Eddie let out another yelp as both of them tumbled to the ground. Y/n screamed again, but by then, a concern mother appeared beside her and helped her up and away to safety.

Eddie let out a growl and punched the cop. Hopper, though, forced them to roll until  Eddie was the one pushed to the ground. Hopper punched the man in the face, blood spewing from his nose. Eddie’s arms flailed until his hand located the gun. 

He always said he’d never end up like his father, but he’d do anything for love’s namesake. He knew how to use the gun. And, as Hopper’s fist continued to punch the lying hell out of Eddie’s face, he realized if he didn’t shoot, he’d end up in prison. And as romantic as the idea was, with how resistant and misunderstand Y/n was to his affection, he doubted they’d have some jail-themed wedding.

He dug the gun into Hopper’s waist, and realization dawned on the man’s expression. He swiped at it, but Eddie shot. And instead of being deadly, the bullet lodged into his leg. Hopper let out a groan and Eddie was able to push him off with ease.

As Eddie stood, he still had the gun in his grip. He wanted to shoot the cop again, but Hopper was writhing in pain. He turned the gun to the fearful, ushering mother and Y/n. They watched, and Y/n tried her best to push her body in front of the mother, but she insisted. 

However, Eddie never shot. Instead, his ears peaked when, in the distance, he heard the squeals of police sirens. He grit his teeth and backed up as far as he could until he arrived at the driver’s seat. From then on, he stepped inside and slammed both doors. 

The adrenaline hadn’t worn off yet, but the fear still sank back in. There was a change in plans. He started the ignition, and as a scream bubbled from the love of his life’s throat, he sped off to god knows where.

Y/n thought that there was no way in hell Eddie would get away. But the officers were far more concerned with saving their fallen comrade and getting Y/n to a hospital for her wounds, so that left Eddie to his lonesome.

A few days later, Y/n knew Eddie escaped as she watched the hospital television. She could tell because the cops had located his van in the middle of the woods, with no Eddie, no gun, nothing. He was on the run. But, at least with his name on the news, Y/n could only hope that meant he couldn’t get to her.

Weeks passed. Y/n felt safer. People had given her condolences and she felt like she stood out. But nobody had ever treated her cruelly. Even when Patrick took a few days off school, she hardly suspected anything had happened except the common flu. 

No more letters, no more gifts, no more stalker watching her every move.

It was like a weight had been taken off her shoulders.

There was a pep in her step on the bright, sunny morning. Her friends greeted her as she made her way to her locker. She would’ve felt worse, but Hopper had recovered seemingly faster than she had. She was freed.

At least, that was until she swung open her locker and from inside, a very ornate letter fell out.

Fear struck through her heart all of her sudden. She watched as it fluttered to the ground. However, she’d never received an actual envelope. It was always a single sheet of paper. And, through the envelope, she could see brilliant pinks and reds. It was an actual card.

It had to be from her friends.

She shakily shoved her backpack into her locker and leaned down, picking it off the ground. She just had to know. She peeled open the letter, slowly, dread consuming her.

It was from a friend.

It was from a friend.

It was from…

She pulled it out, allowing the envelope to fall to the ground. Nobody else was paying her any heed. Nobody would suspect anything, even if it was from Eddie Munson.

She examined the front and back. The front had several hearts with expressions, the largest one with a wounded leg. In cartoonish letters, it spelled,’ Get better soon!’. On the back was nothing but a Hallmark copyright, a solid red color. She felt relieved. It seemed not as suspicious.

Maybe it was delivered for Patrick. They’d been growing closer lately.

And then, she opened it.

All of her hopes were dashed because she didn’t need to even read the letter to know it was Eddie. It was his familiar chicken scratch handwriting, although it was shakier than usual. There were other ornate details in the card, but her focus primarily set on the words he’d written.

‘Y/n, doll, love of my life. I’m sorry things turned south like this. I’m just happy your injuries have healed. I can’t express in words how sorry I am. I just didn’t explain as well as I should’ve. I’m not dangerous. I love you truly. I’d never hurt you! I know what they say around town and on the news, but I only ever wanted to be loved. Especially by someone as perfect as you.

‘This whole damned town has forced my hand. None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to listen to what I said, not just hear. You interpreted everything wrong!!! I don’t blame you, though. You didn’t do anything wrong. I get how you misunderstood everything.

‘On that note, though, I’ve had to resort to more drastic measures. I’m supposed to be by your side, kissing you and holding you by your locker before our shared class in pre-calc - yes, we shared that class -, but instead, I have a ransom that only you can fulfill.

‘See, with me as we speak, I’m holding Patrick - I truly hate his guts, you know - hostage. I assume you’ve heard, although I haven’t been able to keep up with the news when I’m more focused on keeping an eye on you. And you can always try to call the cops, but there wouldn’t be enough time.

‘In exchange for Patrick’s life, you have to meet up so we can disappear from this wretched place. I have a gun ready to shoot him as we speak. And I know you always walk into school at the same time now since you aren’t trying to catch me placing the letters inside your locker — Oh, sorry, I was supposed to keep this short, you know?’

By then, there was barely any space left of the card, despite how tiny he’d tried to make his handwriting.

‘Well, be here by eight-thirty sharp or there’ll be a bullet through this asshole’s head, okay? Meet me beyond the football field in the woods. Keep walking until you find a picnic table and wait. I’ll know if you bring anyone with you.

‘I’ll see you soon. I miss you so so much.

‘With love, your Eddie.’

Y/n should’ve been screaming and crying. But, instead, she knew she’d cave. She was paralyzed none the less, but she’d cave. As her mouth went dry, she peered over her shoulder at one of the school clocks.

It was eight-fifteen. Classes started at eight-thirty. Eddie was smart. Smarter than the erratic, delusional man was taken for, especially considering how sloppy his violence was and how shitty his grades were rumored to be. Her heart sank in realization. Cops could never reach in time, and Eddie would hear the said cops in the distance. She was left with no choice.

She pushed the envelope into her locker, stone-faced and defeated. Her shoulder drooped and her eyes became glossy. She would honestly prefer death to being kidnapped for the sake of her pride. Pain was worse and Eddie surely had a sadistic side if he was willing to kill.

As she slammed the locker and turned, she jumped. Max was there, concern etched in her features. She tilted her head, noticing her friend’s jumpiness. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Y/n eagerly nodded her head. “Um, yes. It’s just… cramps. I’m going off to the bathroom. Actually, is Patrick okay? I haven’t seen him around school for days.”

Max quirked a brow. “You mean that basketball player you’re friends with?”

“Yeah.”

Her face fell and she strained a smile. The woman couldn’t meet her eyes, and Y/n realized. Somehow amidst her obsessed news-watching addiction, she’d missed it. Patrick was missing and Eddie Munson had taken him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know… I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll find him.”

Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the ticking clock. The high school was large, but not too large. But, as the clock ticked to eight-twenty, she knew once she made it through the front entrance, she’d have to run. She couldn’t risk being even a few seconds late. In her head, she could already imagine poor Patrick’s body bleeding out in the middle of the woods.

Max nodded her off, saying some good-bye word. But Y/n could barely hear from how fast the blood was rushing through her body. She sent one last tight smile the woman’s way before dashing down the hallway. People dodged and made way not asking questions. They were too tired to give a shit about some random student that had an urgent pace.

She burst through the front doors. The cool summer breeze hit her and shivers rolled down her spine. Some people called to her, but their voices went through one ear and out the other. She followed the outer walls. As she continued, less and less people were around. And by the time she arrived at the football field it was completely deserted.

She paused as she passed through the large gate. She saw what Eddie meant. Across the field it opened up to the wilderness. There was but a meek wooden fence with one entrance into the wilderness. She’d heard of Eddie’s notorious drug deals, and this was probably where it happened.

Yes. Eddie Munson was a drug dealer. And that meant he could get any drug he needed for… kidnapping.

She almost felt embarrassed by the prospect. It was like she had a big head for thinking that anyone would ever want to kidnap her. Hell, it was an amazing occurrence as it was when she got her first love letter in her locker. Her life had been mostly void of romance. Well, if ‘romance’ was even the right word.

She started crossing the football field. She wanted to preserve her stamina since she was sure it couldn’t be any later than eight-twenty-five. To her, it was like she was walking down the prison hallways to death row. Her inevitable doom. And as she spaced out, feet doing their own thing, she couldn’t help but reflect on her life. 

Nobody ever thinks they’re going to be the one on the news. The victim of a crime. People live their day-to-day lives thinking that it would never be them. They weren’t the ones that would be robbed or attacked or murdered or kidnapped. And yet, somehow, Y/n had been the one to attract Eddie Munson’s attention. Not one of the popular cheerleaders, not the pretty gossip girls, not the talented artists, not the musicians or scientists or anything that Eddie would’ve been attracted to.

Instead, it was her.

She crossed into the wilderness. It was even more silent even with the occasional scuttling of squirrels and chirps of birds. Her footsteps seemingly echoed as she mushed onto the slightly damp grass and small twigs. She kept walking, only vaguely aware of the obvious trail that led over a short hill.

She kept walking. After she passed over the hill, she saw it. The dreaded picnic table. Her heart stopped and she was quick to survey the area. She paused, listening. She heard nothing. She wondered if she was alone, or if Eddie had been lying and didn’t even have Patrick with him.

However, Patrick was missing. And that was his handwriting.

As she went over to the picnic table and slowly sat, eyes glancing around wildly, her mind churned with an explanation. Was there another picnic table deeper in? Was Eddie waiting for the direct chimed of the bell or his watch? Was he waiting for others to show up, or for sirens to call?

She gulped. Her hands enveloped her upper body in a hug that should’ve given her an ounce of comfort. But, instead, she sat there, trembling. It was supposed to be good. Eddie Munson was supposed to have given up because she was too much trouble to pursue.

But perhaps her hopefulness had been naive from the start.

Snap.

She swiftly turned, eyes wide. Standing there, body barely peeking out from a large tree, was Eddie Munson. He had that same damned expression from when he confessed. Slightly flushed cheeks, a small shy grin, and hands that were fiddling with his coat.

The only difference was everything else. His hair was wilder than usual. He had a certain odor to him and some of his clothes were torn. He clearly hadn’t washed an ounce of his boy in a long time, clothes included. Even his glinting silver rings had dirt smudged on them. In one hand, he held the same pistol he stole from Sheriff Hopper weeks, hell, maybe even months ago. And, slightly peeking out of his jean pocket, Y/n noticed a knife.

Y/n seized up. Maybe that was her chance to scream and run for help, but Patrick couldn’t die for her sake. And Eddie knew that. There was more confidence in his walk as he approached the picnic table, and his eyes flitted hungrily over her entire form. 

Y/n felt so violated.

Eddie stopped at the opposite side. He slid into the seat although he still had his arms withdrawn and the gun pulled back, a lingering threat that she wasn’t going to get away with any attempted attacks. Eddie tilted his head, a dreamy, lovesick haze coating his dark eyes.

“I just knew you’d show. You’re too much of an angel to let poor ol’ Patrick die. I’ve missed you, doll.”

His words slurred, and he took his time. He didn’t stutter was much. And he hoed with confidence and joy. He was anxious, but it was the residual effect from being in the presence of his ‘crush.’ Y/n’s skin crawled, and as a few tears spilled from her eyes, a frown tugged at her lips.

This time, she could actually meet Eddie’s intense stare. There wasn’t any getting out of the situation. And there was no reason to be shy around a man she’d come to loathe and fear so very deeply. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt in anticipation.

“Where’s Patrick? Let him go.”

Eddie’s face fell ever so slightly as he glanced her up and down. “We reunite after all this time, and you’re only here for Patrick. I get it, doll. You’re scared. Maybe you hate me. But you shouldn’t!” He waved his arms wildly above his head and Y/n flinched. Eddie noticed though, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, listen. We can clear the air later, doll, but we don’t have much time to waste. Uh, I gotta admit something, though.”

Y/n’s face fell even further and she gulped. She wiped away her hot tears, not having the voice to say anything.

“I was kinda worried you wouldn’t show at all. And, like, I had all these drugs that I was pretty much put out of business for since, uh, I’m kinda a criminal now… Well, anyways, I was a little anxious and angry and I took it out on Patrick just a little. Just yesterday, actually, since I was having a hard time sleeping and all that. And, like, he was scared and I was angry and… I took out a sort of insurance policy on the guy. To make sure, no matter what, even if I got caught, I’d take him down with me.”

Y/n’s heart stopped and she gripped at her mouth. A sob broke through and she wasn’t sure what to do. She was scared shitless. Was Patrick already dead?

“Now, before you get on my case about all this, he isn’t actually dead. He just… will be in about a, uh, few hours. Maybe if you cooperate the police can swoop him up and attempt to save him. I don’t really know. I actually, uh doped him up with some Batrachotoxin. That shit’s what the Indians used in poison darts. It was only a little, though, I swear, doll! It’s slow acting since I only doped him up with some. Makes it easier to transport him with him not struggling, actually.”

Y/n felt like she was going to faint. She wanted to scream. But,, this deep in the woods, away from where the classes were being held, would anyone even hear? Or was her fate decided the moment she agreed to show?

But, if there was even a chance of Patrick’s survival, she’d take it.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie tittered, waving his hand dismissively. “We should probably get going now, huh? You aren’t looking too good. Believe it or not, chloroform smells pretty sweet and taste even sweeter. So, uh, it’ll be a pleasant experience, ‘kay?”

“Please…”

Eddie’s eyes widened as Y/n finally opened her mouth. She couldn’t help but rise to her feet. She stumbled out of the picnic table, but Eddie didn’t make a single move. He knew that she knew that if she ran off, he’d just go over to the guy and finish him off, and he’d make his grand escape. He was offended none the less that she wanted distance, though.

Eddie stood up, almost seeming terrified. Regretful. Y/n noticed this, and as Eddie pocketed the gun and instead pulled out a bottle and cloth, she couldn’t help but beg further.

“Eddie, please! Patrick doesn’t deserve this. I - I don’t deserve this! A - and if you don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell. You can live your merry life on the run, figure something out, a - and —“

Eddie sent her a glare and she clammed up. All anxiety and playfulness dissipated into pure irritation. He sighed, and as he soaked the cloth with chloroform casually, he shrugged. His age was glued to her frozen, trembling figure. “Doll, I’d rather die than leave you. Don’t you get that? I can’t live without you. I love you. You think I want to do this? No. It’s just ended up this way, uh, ‘cause you didn’t accept my feelings. And that’s fine, so don’t feel bad! But, uh, I ain’t giving up on you that easily.”

Y/n wished so badly to run. Patrick was fucked anyway, right? He’d die in a few hours. She doubted any surgery could prevent his demise. And yet, as Eddie stalked toward her, all anger morphing into joy just from being within her presence, she waited.

But then, when he was but a few feet away, it was like fear took control and she turned. A scream tore at her lungs. Her legs burned almost instantly. However, as she attempted to make her escape, an arm looped around her waist and another flew to her mouth. 

Except, instead of a hand, it was a damp cloth. And it did smell sweet. 

She struggled, but Eddie was stronger than before. He was roughed up for sure but he must’ve been working out for this. It terrified her. As she twisted and turned in his hold, it was like her energy was fading. Not as fast as Eddie would’ve hoped, but also not as slow as Y/n wanted. She pawed at his leather coat.

Her head was pressed next to Eddie’s, and his hushes echoed in her ear. “Just calm down, doll. Everything’ll be okay. I promise. W - we can escape to fuckin’ Canada or something, get a job, get a house, get married, have a few kids maybe… O - or not! It’s totally cool if kids aren’t your thing. I - I just wanna make you happy, doll. I swear.”

As Eddie continued to rant, seemingly not having an off button, it hit her. A bout of drowsiness had snuck up on her and she could barely keep her eyes open. Her struggling ceased since she needed what strength she had solely for keeping herself standing and leaning against Eddie’s body. He was warm. The chloroform smelled nice.

Her thoughts even slowed and her mind blanked. She kept breathing in the scent, and her eyes slowly shut. Even so, though, Eddie’s hold didn’t falter. Before she lost conscious, though, she attempted to reach for the gun at his hip. And yet her fingers did nothing but twitch in dismay.

Eddie chuckled his arm around her waist loosening. Instead, he reached up, running his fingers through her hair briefly. 

“Aw would you look at that, doll,” he cooed.

He yielded no response and Y/n’s head slumped into he crook of his neck. Eddie’s heartbeat erratically, and he couldn’t help but take in a large sniff of her hair. It smelled so good. He’d only ever been able to do that when she was asleep. And yet, having her in his arms, so very close to him, was like heaven.

“God, Y/n. I love you. I’m so lucky.”

[harus-simp]

Ricky as a boyfriend

-Ricky x reader-

Warning: none

Author's note: well this is technically not a request but after speaking with it with my 🐯 anon it inida gave me some ideas 👀, so this goes for you pookie :))

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How would ricky act as your boyfriend?

(This men would be the death of me I swear to God)

So I'm convinced he would be a little bit awkward and shy at first

I mean he's not too extroverted in itself but not too introverted with people he knows

So I'm sure he'd behave the same on a relationship

You both first met on your language academy as you were both foreigners

Initially you hadn't approached each other due to shyness and just don't knowing how to start up a conversation

Like what were you supposed to ask? Enjoyed the lesson? No, that'd be embarrassing

So you opted to see when the situation would come were you both could establish some contact

And the universe seemed to be on your side as you were both paired to make a research about korea's history to understand more the cultural aspect of the country

So he approached you quietly tapping on your shoulder to get your attention

You both started to talk about the project and exchanged numbers just for the sake of your grade

Totally not because you wanted to talk 👀

After you finishes tho, you kept talking and found you actually had a lot in common

So you started to hang out and eventually caught feelings for you as he found you so reliable and someone with whom he could act as himself :))

His confession was actually so romantic?

Like the put lots of efforts on it

He took you to the beach where you both spend the day just swimming, playing and messing around

Then you started to walk through the sand as the sun was setting, he stopped making you look back at him asking him what was wrong

"Is everything good?"

He took your hands in his giving you the most adoring gaze and a small smile

"Please be my girlfriend"

You accepted immediately and my boy here didn't waste a single second and brought you closer pulling you into a soft kiss

He really took his shot 👀

His favourite dates are probably coffee dates or tea dates, he just enjoys sitting with you and talking about anything

Although you end up talking most of the time, but he just loves to hear your voice <3

He is a man that likes to spoil his partner, so he'd buy you gifts once in a while

They could go from little necklaces to clothes to much simpler things such as flowers or taking you out to your favourite restaurant

Speaking of clothes, he's love to see you wearing his clothes, he'd think you fit them better

He's really young and rich, TALL and handsome

So if you are smaller than him he'd find so cute how big his hoodies were on you

And if you are taller or the same height as him he'd find you incredibly gorgeous and beautiful, you could be a model couple together 🤭

When he's away for too long he misses you like hell, so he'd have a picture of you as his wallpaper to look at it whenever he wants

The picture was really simple: you cuddling a plushie he had gifted you, finding the scene too adorable he couldn't help but take a photo

Now does he get jealous?

Yes (a lot)

Does he show it?

No

But he does glares with deadly eyes at whoever is flirting with you

However, if he sees you are uncomfortable he doesn't doubt to make an intervention right there

And you do know he's jealous, he literally stops speaking to you with this sweet tone

And just spaces out a lot

But a few kisses here and there will solve that in no time 😘

Also he's just a rizzler and a tease 💀

When he wants to kiss you he would just stare down your lips making you so nervous and giddy

"Stop being a jerk!"

"Make me stop"he says as he smirks and gets even closer to you

Nah you just *puff*, you are now officially a tomato 🍅

He would eventually kiss you taking your chin and tilting your head upwards to have a better position

You end up laying on your back with your hands wrapped around his shoulders and his grabbing your waist ;))

Yeah things got definitely a little bit hot there 😳

But all in all he would be a sweet lover that would love you unconditionally, you made him feel so loved and appreciated

So yeah a really nice boyfie he would be <3

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[crazystargirl]

jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥

NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED!

pt.2 || pt. 3 || pt.4

pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader

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author's note ♥: LMAO HELP I JUST REALIZED I REUSED ONE OF THE IMAGES FOR HERE AND THE MASTERLIST BUT ANYWAYS writers block has been a bit of a bitch lately but i managed to finish this at dinner. help my food took so long to come and it tasted terrible :((

After conversing with Neteyam and Spider for a bit longer, you noticed Lo’ak still wasn't talking, at least he stopped fidgeting and seemed to be listening to yall's conversation.

Right as you were about to open your mouth to ask why, Neteyam beat you to it

"Hey lil bro! Why so tense still?"

You were not lying when you thought that Lo’ak turned like a deer in headlights

"Uh nothing, just thinking, saving my energy for later"

"Pshhh yeah right, all we're doing is setting up camp tonight and sleeping so what's the real reason?" Neteyam retorted

You and Spider both exchange a look of suprise, you guys had never heard Neteyam call Lo’ak out like that. 

Lo'ak was once again saved by Jake this time as he announced that you guys were about to arrive and to make sure no one had anything dangling out 

Damn every single time you were about to find out what Lo’ak was thinking about, someone saves him.

As you guys landed, everyone started to get off the ikrans. As jake went to help everyone get their stuff off, spider came over to you and helped you off.

"Dad's gonna set up camp, do you guys wanna explore a bit?" Lo'ak said, coming up beside Spider

"Yeah sure, let's just not bring Tuk" Spider says

You look up at the boys confused, "why not?"

"Well she usually just slows us down and we have to bring her because Dad says so" Kiri says coming to stand beside you

"Damn alright lets go then" you say as Spider takes your hand

Kiri sees that and sees Lo’ak narrow his eyes at the gesture, goddamn if Lo’ak liked you then why wouldn't he just confess

As you guys explored you found a few pretty flowers that you wanted to pick. Spider saw you looking at them and took you over and picked them

"Guys hurry up! We don't have all day, dad's gonna get mad at us if he sees us gone for so long!" Kiri says looking back at you two.

Spider puts the flowers behind your ear and grabs your hand. Kiri hears Lo’ak scoff behind her as you two make your way to the sully kids

"Lo’ak if you’re going to get annoyed with Spider’s flirting try making it less obvious, do you even know if the two are dating?" Kiri huffs, clearly annoyed with Lo’ak's behavior

"Well I've never asked but by their behavior with each other i doubt it, spider flirts with y/n all the time but i have never seen her once reciprocate his gestures" Lo’ak retorts with an eye roll.

"Hey i think we should head back now, it's getting late" Spider says as you and him make your way to them.

You all agree and make your way back to the camp area

Neytiri immediately starts sorting you all into to groups to sleep in

"Lo'ak, Spider, and Neteyam go over there, Kiri and y/n in there, and Tuk you can sleep with me and Jake"

You all nodded and went to your designated tents

As you laid down, you see Kiri come and sit beside you. You prop yourself up on your elbow, "What's up?"

"Nothing really, i just wanted to know if there was a specific reason you're never allowed out the lab?"

"Oh well honestly I'm not sure. It has to do partly because your mom isn't the biggest fan of us but other than that I'm not sure…"

"Oh alright, i hope Norm lets you come out more, i missed you"

"Me too, good night Kiri"

You fall asleep quickly due to not being used to so much physical activity but Kiri laid awake for a while.

She realized she had forgotten to ask you about how you felt about Spider. She loved Lo’ak and all but honestly she did not think that you two would go well together

Not only that but you seemed oblivious to both boys feelings, so how was she going to break it to you gently that you were caught in a love triangle between your best friend and her brother?

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[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

I Want (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

(A/N: I gotta be honest this was inspired by a Lil Nas X song, I was originally writing this for Secundo but it got way too soft for how I plan on portraying him, so who better to write about than our sweet boi Copia! Would you guys want a Secundo fic? Thanks for reading!)

You sighed, slumping down on your desk, glancing over at Copia's closed door. He was currently in there having a meeting with Terzo about God knows what. You were really hoping that you would get a chance to have some alone time with Copia before your day was over. "Well you certainly don't look happy." Swiss muses, leaning down to make eye contact with you. "Is someone taking up your time with your precious Papa?" You simply roll your eyes at his remark.

"You know it's nothing like that." You absentmindedly start straightening things out on your desk, trying to keep the blush off your face. Swiss groans loudly, laying dramatically across your desk.

"When are you both going to accept that you're in love with each other, the tension is suffocating." You couldn't help but audibly scoff.

"You can't be serious. There's no way in hell Copia's in love with me."

"He's right." You let out a small shriek as Sodo started talking next to your ear. "We've all seen how the two of you are together.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Copia suddenly bursts through the door. His eyes narrowed as his gaze switched between Swiss and Sodo. "You two aren't causing her any trouble, are you?" They both shake their heads.

"Sodo just startled me Papa, I didn't realize he was here." He gives his two Ghouls one last stern look before heading back into his office. "Did you two really come all the way down here for this?"

"No, we came down here to ask you for a favor." Sodo sits on the edge of your desk. "We have to travel into the city tonight to perform a ritual, Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil are going to be reviewing this ritual so Copia's pretty nervous."

"We were hoping you could convince him to let you ride over to the venue with him, help steady his nerves a little bit." Swiss jumps to the point of what Sodo was trying to ask you.

"You both know he would never agree to that, he likes to be by himself before rituals."

"He wouldn't agree to it if it was one of us, but you, (Y/N), that man would give anything in the world to spend time alone with you." You were still very skeptical about this plan, you crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair. "Come on, I know you want to spend time with him too. Sitting alone in a car with Papa, maybe he'll even want to hold your hand. Maybe, he'll even find the time to confess his feelings-" You cut him off by shushing him, Swiss was borderline yelling at this point and you knew there was only one way to shut him up.

"If I say yes will you guys leave? Terzo's not going to be happy if you keep interrupting his meeting with Copia." They both give you expectant looks. "Fine, if that's what will make you happy, I'll talk to him after his meeting."

"Have fun." Swiss sings at you.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Sodo gives you a clap on the shoulder as he passes by. You nervously began bouncing your leg, checking the time every three minutes. You nearly jumped out of your chair when the office door finally opened. You watched Terzo and Copia exchange a handshake, Terzo wishing him luck at the ritual tonight and Copia telling him that they would talk soon. Terzo bids you a good rest of your evening as he heads out, which left you alone with Copia whose eyes were currently locked on you.

"Can I talk to you for a moment my dear?" You nod, Copia motions for you to follow him into his office. He carefully shuts the door behind you. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you tea? Coffee?"

"Papa, you're making me feel like you're about to fire me." You say nervously. His eyes immediately widen at your statement.

"Oh, no! Nothing like that at all, (Y/N), you're the best assistant I could ever ask for." He pulls up a chair next to you. "Are my Ghouls treating you alright?" He holds one of your hands in his.

"Is this about how Sodo scared me earlier?" He nods and you laugh. "Your Ghouls treat me perfectly, they're my best friends."

"That's a relief, seeing Sodo and Swiss together is usually trouble so forgive me for being so concerned." He chuckles.

"I honestly think it's really sweet you were concerned about me Papa." You give his hand a gentle squeeze. Looking at him now you could see the nervousness in his eyes. Swiss and Sodo weren't lying, he was terrified. "Is everything alright? You seem awfully stressed."

"I just hope this ritual goes really well tonight." He says with a sigh.

"You're going to be wonderful like always." You lean in a little closer to him. "And if you would like someone to hold your hand and help you through it I'm more than happy to volunteer." The two of you exchange a smile.

"It would be an honor for you to accompany me to this ritual tonight."

"It's a date." Copia's grin grows.

"It's a date. Meet me back here by six, alright?" You nod, giving his hand one last squeeze before you left his office to go get ready. You had to stop yourself from skipping down the hallway you were so happy. You had the perfect outfit in mind for the occasion, you had been looking for a reason to wear this. You planned on being elegant yet sexy. Yes, this was your first official date with Copia, but you also had to follow through on your promise to Swiss and Sodo of distracting him from his nerves. You decided to head back a little earlier than necessary, wanting to ensure that you weren't going to be late. You were met with the sight of Copia pacing in front of his door.

"You look very handsome Papa." You say with a smile. Copia was at an obvious loss for words, jaw hanging open as he took in every inch of you.

"(Y/N), you look absolutely wonderful... Wow..." Copia couldn't stop staring, causing you to blush. "Are you ready to get going?" You nod, slipping your hand under Copia's arm. He smiles warmly at you, resting his hand on top of yours. The two of you shared in some pleasant conversation as he walked you down to the garage to take one of the cars for the night. He opened the door for you, you slid to the middle of the bench, wanting to sit as close to him as possible. "I hope you don't mind riding alone with me to the venue."

"I don't mind at all, it's nice getting to spend time with you." You rest your hand on his shoulder. Copia slowly started to lean in towards you, you cautiously copied his motions. Just as his lips were about to meet yours he pulled back, clearing his throat.

"We should probably be on our way." You could hear how flustered he was by his tone alone. You headed off, your head resting comfortably on Copia's shoulder as he drove. "You know it's really nice having you around. I always get so nervous before shows, especially when it's going to get analyzed. They could decide after tonight that they don't want me as Papa anymore."

"There's no way that's going to happen. You're an incredible Papa, I'm sure the Ministry sees that too." He rests his hand on your leg, you smile at him.

"Can I be honest with you?" You nod, giving him your full attention. "When I originally got offered the position I didn't want to be Papa. I still don't know if this is what I want even now."

"Is there anything that you know you want?"

"I want... Someone to love me, who needs me. It's great being Papa, but it's also very lonely." You found yourself smiling down at your lap listening to him. He wanted exactly what you did. You pulled up at the venue, security meeting you at the car to escort you and Copia into the building. He definitely seemed much more relaxed than when you had left the Abbey. That addictive swagger you were used to seeing on stage was starting to come out. Swiss gave you a nod as you walked past him, following Copia into his dressing room. "(Y/N)." Hearing him say your name instantly catches your attention. "After tonight can we make plans for me to take you out on an actual date?"

"Copia, you can take me on as many dates as you like." You say with a small laugh. He makes his way over to you and pulls you into a tight embrace. "You're going to do amazing tonight."

"With you here I absolutely will." The way he was holding you caused your heart to race, knowing that you were physically there with him was the only thing that was allowing Copia to hold himself together. All of the stress and the pressure of being the head of the ministry, you made it all worth it for him. You got to watch closely from the side of the stage, the crowd was eating out of the palm of his hand. Copia was born for this role, there was no denying that. You went through a wide range of emotions watching him out there, even if you weren't out in the crowd yourself you were right there experiencing the ritual along with them. You hadn't realized until everybody started to head backstage, sometime during final bows while you were applauding Copia and all his Ghouls tears had started streaming down your face. This was something you would never forget, a memory you could share with the man you loved more than anything else. He continued waving at the crowd until he was entirely out of view from the stage, the second all eyes were off him he turned to you.

"Copia that was incre-" You were cut off by him grabbing you by the hips, lips crashing into yours in a way that instantly took your breath away.

"I need you to be by my side, is that something you can do?" You nod, absolutely speechless. "I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Copia." He laughs with excitement, pulling you to him once more. In the background the faint sound of the Ghouls screaming out in happiness could be heard, some were pissed they lost their bets but happy for the two of you regardless. You wanted Copia more than anything else, it was nice to know he felt the same about you.