#whitney x gender neutral reader

[ruby-serpentis]

horror au! whitney - head canons

pairing: male! whitney x gender neutral! reader

warning(s): death, hauntings, forced marriage, blood

I MEANT FOR THIS TO BE OUT DURING HALLOWEEN LMAO obviously that didn’t happen

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

INTRODUCING...THE 2ND BEST BIO-EXORCIST

how could two ghosts fail to haunt a house and rid themselves of the family? inexperience, simply.

their case worker, bailey, had told them they would have to get rid of the humans themselves. but to never rely on that business card they got with one name scrawled on it: whitney.

river and winter were inexperienced ghosts and their haunting skills were juvenile at best. but it amused you, the child of the people that had moved in.

your father was a man of business and your step-mother was an eccentric artist. you wouldn’t really be at this home if it weren’t for the fact that finding an apartment was extremely difficult near the end of the academic year. so you resigned yourself to spending the summer between your freshman and sophomore year of college with your family and helping them move in.

the house had an old charm to it. and clearly there was a lot of thought put into everything from the wallpaper, to the decorations, to the antiques. it was a shame your step-mother was keen on reimagining the whole house for herself. you would’ve kept it the same, like your father.

when you first moved in, you noticed two women watching you from the attic window. they quickly disappeared, but it piqued your interest and you tried to go into the attic. only to find it locked.

you knew something was up, so you pushed the skeleton key into the lock and watched as it fell out, as if someone had poked it from behind.

after a few days, you were able to get into that attic and see the beautiful, well crafted miniature town. it was a cozy place to be, especially if you were a ghost.

you’d come to run into the couple later on that week. river was frustrated that it seemed the sheets did not work. (why would they?)

but as the weeks went on, the couple gradually grew more and more fond of you. even if they still wanted your family out of their home. winter was more than happy to receive your help in getting supplies for his model town. and river liked that at least you were trying to keep the integrity of the house, much to the disagreement of your step-mother.

things took a terrible turn though when river and winter tried to scare off your parents and their guests with a pretty good haunting incident. it scared the living shit out of you and usually, you would’ve been unphased.

perhaps it was time to call in the expert.

“it’s not a very scary name.” winter says, adjusting her glasses. “how do we know it’s going to work?”

“we’ll just have to try.” river looks at the back of the card, seeing it blank.

whitney. whitney. whitney.

the couple were shrunken down to the size of the model town and in the distance, they could see lights. they followed it, finding a bunch of arrows and shovels.

winter was not keen on doing what he thought they’d have to do. “let’s start digging.” river tosses her wife a shovel.

after what felt like forever, river felt her shovel hit hard against wood. she brushed the debris aside to discover a coffin with the name whitney messily scratched into it.

the coffin starts to shake, giving them the cue to climb out of the grave they had just dug up.

out from the grave popped...a child?

he looked no older than at most 20. he still had a bit of baby fat attached to his face. he looked so...human. like them. and yet the grin on his face was a little unnerving.

“whitney here! at your service! the second best bioexorcist in town!” his voice was a little raspy.

“you...you’re just a kid!” river exclaims.

“a kid?” he laughs. “i can guarantee i am not a kid! i just chose a form that would be suitable to your eyes and your comfort.”

“a kid is going to help us exorcise the people from our home?” winter raises an eyebrow. “what can you do?”

“i can do a lot more than you. like this.”

winter and river would never speak of what they saw when whitney uncovered a sliver of his true form.

whitney spent the next two weeks terrorizing you and your family. and honestly, you were terrified from leaving your room.

it was a little extensive what he was doing. and yet, he was frustrated as to why your step-mother insisted staying. do people just not know that a haunted house is a big neon sign for “get the fuck out?”

and yet, part of him was quite satisfied with the fact that you haven’t left. not yet anyways.

there was something about your particular fear that...really made him feel hot and bothered. especially below the waist.

he loved watching the way your eyes would widen and how you’d run straight for your room, locking the door behind you. he could easily pass through the door and unlock it, open it to give it the illusion of him coming in. but he didn’t. he liked that you thought you were safe from him in your room.

naturally, you were angry with both river and winter. you understood why they wanted you and your family out of your house. but you didn’t think it would ever come at this price.

the culmination of everything in the house comes with a seance. or what your step-mother’s colleague thought was a seance summoning.

what it really was a spell of exorcism, a spell that made the dead beyond dead, forced to float around in an endless void.

you recognized it for what it was. your step-mother was so desperate for validation with her art, within higher society, so desperate for fame that she was willing to kill people, kill souls.

you didn’t know what to do. there was nothing in this handbook for the dead about how to stop an exorcism. and that left you with only one option.

you ran to the attic, desperately searching for the spirit that had been terrorizing your house and family for the past few weeks. you didn’t know its name, only that it had a presence—

“looking for me?”

you look down at the model town, seeing a boy your age lighting a cigarette while sitting on the roof of a home. he takes a long drag and blows it towards you. you quickly swat the smoke away. it smells horrible.

“who are you?”

“who am i? well i can’t say. someone cursed me with the inability to say my name. so you’re gonna have to guess.” he blows his some hair out of the way of his eye. you swore you could see the eye hidden by his fringe being all black.

“i need your help!”

“help?” he smirks. “what help?”

“what do you—!” you took a deep breath. your hands were still shaking however. “i need you to save river and winter!”

“so those are their names?” he takes another drag. “why should i save them?”

“because it’s right?” you were in disbelief.

“yeah, but what’s in it for me slut?”

you felt your cheeks grow hot. what was even the point of calling you that? you couldn’t get distracted though! you could not!

“i…i don’t even know what i could give you!”

“you could give me your body.” he smirks. you feel repulsed by the way he’s looking at you, observing you.

“no!”

“not in that way.” he flicks his cigarette away. “i am kind of tired of being dead, y’know. kind of wanna be alive again? taste things, live things. you just need to marry me! and after my come into the world as a human, that’s it!”

“that’s…that’s it?”

“exactly.”

“there has to be more than that!” you exclaim. “i know that’s not all!”

“sure, i can go on about what else there is to the bargain. but,” he taps on his watch. “time is running out real quickly for your precious ghosts.”

your stomach drops. in the midst of trying to get help, you had forgotten that there was a clock ticking on river and winter.

“can you really bargain with me right now slut?”

you purse your lips and huff. “fine! i’ll…loan you my body i guess.”

“great! you just have to summon me! by saying my name.” he puts three fingers up. you’re able to guess what he means.

“what…what is your name?”

“it’s your…what’s their name? whatever one of your friend’s favorite drinks.”

“lager?”

“definitely not.”

“vodka?”

“gross!”

“okay…pink whitney?”

his face lights up. “second word slut.”

“whitney?” it sounds so strange rolling off your tongue. to you. to him it sounds so right. a little too right. “whitney? whitney?”

that was all he needed.

whitney disappeared, causing you to rush down stairs back to the exorcism.

with a snap of his fingers, he was able to stop the exorcism, saving winter and river from a fate worse than death (literally).

whitney proceeded to terrorize the living, especially your step-mother and her colleague. he was like a conductor leading an orchestra. the chaos moved like a symphony and you yourself yelped when your own shadow began moving on its own.

you were paralyzed with fear, watching everything unfold. you thought you saw everything until now.

before river and winter could question why whitney was free, he disappeared. and you with him.

“(y/n)?” river exclaims. “(y/n)!”

you were suddenly in a different place. it looked…quite cozy actually.

the lighting came from a singular fireplace, which crackled calmly. you approached it, mesmerized by the flames.

“alone at last.”

you turn around, whitney directly behind you. now that you were standing in front of him, you realized that he was…huge! he towered over you!

“take me back!”

“can’t do that slut. you’re mine now.”

“yours? i don’t belong to anyone!”

whitney raises an eyebrow and laughs. “oh you belong to me now. i mean, you agreed to give your body to me. and i fulfilled my end of the deal by saving those sissies called ghosts.” he grips onto your waist, pulling you close.

you squirm when you feel his tongue on your face. he gives a long lick and pulls away. “you taste so good when you’re afraid.”

“take me back!”

“don’t you listen slut?” he scoffs. “you’re mine. which means you will be forced to stay here. did you really think i would let you go after planning everything? leaving the handbook for the deceased out in the open for your step-mother to find?”

“you…you did this?”

“of course! what? don’t think i’m smart enough to?” whitney laughs and leans forward, catching your lips in a hard kiss.

+++ Stress

- - - Control

++ Arousal

you squirm, trying to free yourself. his grip becomes unbearably hard, forcing you to stop. and he bites down on your lip, hard. so hard that he draws blood. using your gasp of pain, whitney shoves his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. you wanna gag when you taste notes of copper.

he pulls away after what feels like an eternity of kissing. you looked so cute with your cheeks flushed, adrenaline running through your body, and blood dripping from your lower lip.

he wanted more.

your nose scrunches up out of disgust, smelling the heavy scent of cigarettes on him.

whitney just laughs.

“you’ll get used to it slut. in fact, you’ll learn to crave it~”

[kai-kurono]

“Sometimes people never change.” GN!Whitney x GN!PC

PC has always been known for their kind-hearted nature and willingness to help others. However, their life takes an unexpected turn when they encounter Whitney, a notorious bully who takes pleasure in tormenting those around them.

Whitney, with their piercing gaze and venomous words, seems to revel in causing pain. They have a reputation for being relentless and mean-spirited, never missing an opportunity to belittle PC and make their life miserable.

Despite the constant bullying, PC finds themselves strangely drawn to Whitney. They become intrigued by the complexity behind Whitney's actions and the pain that may lie beneath their cruel demeanor. PC wonders if there might be a chance to understand the bully's motivations and, perhaps, find a way to break through their tough exterior.

As PC tries to decipher the enigma that is Whitney, they uncover glimpses of a troubled past. They learn of the hardships and challenges that Whitney has faced, which have contributed to the formation of their bitter and defensive personality. PC empathizes with the pain, but they struggle to reconcile it with Whitney's hurtful behavior.

In a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between them, PC makes genuine efforts to befriend Whitney, offering acts of kindness and understanding. However, Whitney remains resistant, rebuffing PC's attempts with harsh words and cruel actions. It becomes clear that Whitney is not willing to change or accept any form of friendship.

As the time progresses, PC experiences a rollercoaster of emotions. They feel frustration, sadness, and a sense of defeat as they realize that their efforts to reach Whitney are in vain. The bullying continues, leaving PC feeling emotionally drained and isolated.

However, through this arduous journey, PC undergoes a significant transformation of their own. They learn the importance of self-worth and resilience, finding strength in their own character and refusing to let Whitney's cruelty define them.

In a bittersweet ending, PC ultimately realizes that they cannot change Whitney. They must prioritize their own well-being and surround themselves with people who appreciate and value their kindness. (Like Robin lol)

Author’s note:

The story serves as a reminder that sometimes, despite our best efforts, we cannot save everyone and that our own happiness should never be compromised for the sake of someone who refuses to change.

I know I didn’t do anything with the whole sex crazed part of Whitney, but idc.

(Continue loving Whitney though because I love them)

[imisscherryboy-blog]

running back 2 u

enemies to lovers - football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 1 part 3

spotify playlist (it’s good i swear)

3k words…………….💀

story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven't been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: !mature themes! (no smut) enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, part 2/3, gn reader, ajax is bi (since it’s gn), alhaitham and kaveh are gay, tbh kaveh kinda ooc imo, ajax is a bad boy ⛓️🥀 california coded

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh), mona, albedo

warnings: mature themes, themes of sexual harassment (not described), reader almost gets kidnapped, drugs, alcohol, smoking, swearing, reader tells childe to kys (satire we in love w him)

★ part 2 of an ongoing series ★

ajax and his mom’s car drove further and further from the empty school. it was 11pm now, and you made your way back to the field to help clean up. the walk to the football field among the poorly lit school lights filled you with a sense of nostalgia—akin to how you first felt when you met ajax. you were snapped out of your thoughts as you saw kaveh jogging toward you.

“hey—you okay? what took so long?”

“oh boy.” this was gonna be a long night.

you drove kaveh and yourself to a nearby denny’s to debrief. you ordered pancakes and kaveh ordered probably the most, intricate, dish on the menu. over sharing food, you two both explained what happened while separated. you went first in retelling the events of taping him up to meeting his mom.

“he’s definitely not over you.” kaveh said taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“dude, i feel like that’s such a mom thing to say though.” you argued.

“oh yeah my son talks about you 24/7 even though you haven’t talked in years!! let’s be serious y/n.” kaveh always knew had to make you laugh.

“i’ll think about it… but i wanna know what happened with you and alhaitham.” you tried to move the conversation away from yourself.

“you will never in a million years guess what happened.” kaveh said, loudly whispering.

“okay, so i won’t guess. what happened?”

“he gave me his number.” he said as his hands flew up to his face. “i’m still in shock.”

“oh my god.” you said, almost in disbelief.

“and that’s not all.. he invited me.. to a party. his party.” at this point, kaveh was practically standing up.

“don’t even lie..” you said.

“oh i’m not lying.” he took out his phone and showed an imessage thread of alhaitham sending kaveh a date and time, along with an address. your hands covered your mouth. he was serious. “and you’re coming with me.”

“yeah right.”

“oh, you’ll be there alright.”

you were there alright. the two of you stood outside the large house, viewing the students and strangers scattered across the lawn. it had been two weeks since the incident with ajax. not a word had been exchanged since then. but you cared more about kaveh, who has always been there for you, than some now stranger that presumably hates you. so you decided to accompany him. ajax and alhaitham were close, so you knew damn well you’d be in for a long night.

“well.. my future boyfriend is waiting inside. let’s go.” kaveh said as you both walked inside. it was a big house to say the least. alhaitham’s parents were some high ranking officials for the state school board, so they had money—and the ability to pull strings at any school they pleased.

“these high ceilings… and oh my god these exposed beams..” kaveh started to ramble on about the architecture of the house. he was into that stuff. you just nodded your head and pretended like you understood. you two walked to the drink table, and you both took a shot of pink whitney (it was disgusting) and a hard seltzer as a chaser.

“’m glad you guys made it.” an unfamiliar voice could be heard behind the two of you before you turned around. it was alhaitham.

“hi alhaitham!” kaveh sounded a little too happy. you also said hi and let the two of them go. you didn’t want to third wheel so you talked to some friends that were also at the party.

you couldn’t find ajax, though.

you hated that he was the first person you wanted to look for in this crowded room.

you figured he was off with someone, but nonetheless continued to keep and eye out for him, to steer clear of him, of course.

“and i just knew off the bat he was a scorpio.” your friend in your government class, mona, said as she took a sip of her drink.

“you’re so talented.” another friend of your’s, albedo added.

“if he was a cancer, it’d be a whole other story. everyone likes cancers..” she trailed off.

ajax was a cancer.

“hey y/n, let’s go take another shot.” mona suggested. “you down?”

“sure.” you figured saying no would leave you alone. albedo followed the two of you. after a couple of shots, mona kept talking.

“weren’t you the one that went with ajax after his last game?” mona’s question snapped you out of your daze.

“oh, yeah. that was me.” you explained.

“you didn’t hear it from me, but ajax’s fan club kinda hates you now..” well that was great. you didn’t even do anything.

“oh for real?”

“mhm, i even heard you two go way back.” albedo added. how would anyone know that..? let alone care that much? you thought to yourself.

“who’d you hear it from?” you asked.

“i heard two girls talking about it in econ.” albedo nonchalantly said.

“oh.”

in that moment, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. you looked to the right of albedo’s head and saw ajax leaning against the wall, beside another guy. the guy was looking at him and talking, but it seemed like the only thing he was focused on was you. he took a sip from his red solo cup as you both held contact for maybe a second, before he looked away. it seemed he was already staring at you.

“y/n?” mona said.

“oh, sorry. why don’t we take another shot?” you suggested. something in you wanted to forget about him for a little bit to relieve yourself of the jealousy you felt. you knew that guy was his next victim, and it made you upset that that’s the person he’s become.

you, albedo, and mona took more shots after that. mona was gone by that point, and you were pretty sure you were drunk. luckily for you, you weren’t too much of a talker when you got drunk, you just felt dizzy and tired.

“i think we should go, mona. you need to sleep.” albedo said as he ushered a tipsy mona out of the door. you said your byes and stood at the steps of the house, watching them leave. you shouted a small “text me when you’re home” to which albedo nodded. you checked your phone for the time. it was 11pm now. you figured you should go find kaveh.

you walked along the twisty halls of alhaitham’s house. it felt like everything was spinning. you just wanted to sleep. you couldn’t go home unless you found kaveh. you didn’t want to leave him, and he’d understand if you wanted to go home. you recalled you didn’t see ajax after only seeing him for a second. maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but you felt as if you were being watched. you didn’t know by who, though.

you ended up in the living room again. you sat down on the large couch next to a couple making out, keeping your distance. you put your hands on your face, rubbing your eyes and trying to stay awake. you kept telling yourself that you needed to find kaveh, but every passing second made you feel more and more tired. a short nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

and just like that, you fell asleep on the end of the couch. you would admit it’d be kinda embarrassing to fall asleep at a party like a little kid, but you couldn’t help it. you were in a daze, half asleep and half awake. you could still hear the loud music, but your body was asleep. you saw two blurry figures in front of you.

“let’s take them …”

“my house? …”

“let’s go …”

what we’re they talking about? maybe they were talking to each other. why were they looking at you though? all of a sudden, you felt yourself being lifted up by the two guys. you honestly thought it was kaveh trying to get you back home, but he wasn’t that big. you felt yourself leaning against one of the guy’s arms, as the other one held you up. you felt yourself heading for the door before another guy stopped you.

“fuck are you guys doing?” a familiar voice said.

“oh—they’re our friend. they had a little too much to drink.” the two guys laughed. that was when you realized those two men were indeed not your friends but probably two low lifes trying to take advantage of you.

“y/n you know these guys?” the voice asked you. you nodded your head ‘no’ in response. you felt yourself being pried off by the person in front of you.

“who do you think you are? huh?” the guy that was trying to kidnap you said loudly. you had a headache now. all you could feel was a warm arm around you, and your head resting on.. ajax?

“who even are you two?” you heard alhaitham’s voice now. when those two guys carried you, they felt way too big to be high schoolers, college students?

“that’s none of your fucking business. get the fuck out of our way.” one of the two guys said. you felt a hand grab for you before ajax pulled you away from them.

“it is my business dipshit, i’m the owner of this house.” alhaitham retorted. by now, there was a small crowd around the five of you.

“alhaitham take y/n upstairs, i’ll deal with them.” ajax said as you felt alhaitham after a couple seconds pick you up with ease. usually, you’d be up and well awake by now, but that pink whitney had you paralyzed. you wanted to just say you could walk, but if you did, you’d probably collapse on the spot. contrary to some beliefs, alhaitham wasn’t a bad guy. kaveh liked him for a reason. he wouldn’t jump from girl to boy like ajax did. he carried you up the stairs and stopped in front of a room, before muttering something to himself.. about kaveh? then walking to another room and placing you on a bed, before immediately leaving, shutting the door behind him. you looked around the room before falling asleep. needless to say, it was a really nice room. it had a balcony and a big tv. it was a good size and the bed was pretty comfortable. there was a sports duffel bag on a chair that had your school’s logo on it. there wasn’t any equipment in it, just clothes. were you in alhaitham’s room? you looked a little closer and saw a hoodie laid out on the edge of the bed. it had your school’s name and the number 11 on it.

number 11?

why would ajax’s hoodie be here?

your headache only got worse, especially after almost getting kidnapped. you could heard the commotion downstairs, most likely ajax trying to get those two college guys out of the party. you slowly drifted to sleep.

after what felt like a couple hours, you woke up. you felt severely hungover but you tried to ignore it. it was still dark outside, and the room was cold. too cold. you picked up your phone that was on the charger and saw the time, 4:00 am. you had a couple of notifications but none of them were from kaveh. wait, you didn’t plug your phone in before going to sleep? who plugged it in?

“sleep well?” a voice could be heard from the balcony. the door was wide open, and you looked over. ajax stood at the door to the balcony with a cigarette in his hand, wearing that same hoodie you saw before going to sleep.

“no—what’re you doing here?” you said as you rubbed your eyes, slowly getting up.

“alhaitham had the bright idea to put you in my room.”

oh.

you were in ajax’s room.

“sorry.” you said. it went quiet for a minute. “you shouldn’t be smoking.” you pointed out.

“it’s either this or the oxycontin they prescribed me.” you’d much rather have him smoking a cigarette then.

you were sitting on up on the bed now. you needed to get kaveh and go home. you still were processing the events from last—a couple hours ago.

“you kept saying my name in your sleep..” ajax said blowing a puff of smoke outside.

there was absolutely no way. you felt your face heating up, were you actually??

“just kidding.” he ghosted the smoke.

“genuinely kill yourself.” why’d you believe him so easily? that would’ve been the worst thing to happen to you that night. after almost getting kidnapped. “where’s kaveh?” you asked.

“he’s out, alhaitham’s room.”

oh my god.

you’d need to debrief again with kaveh later.

“where’s alhaitham’s room? i’m taking him and going home.” you stated as you began to look for your belongings.

“how’re you getting home?” ajax asked.

“uber.” you said.

“like an uber’s gonna accept your ride at four in the morning.”

“you gonna drive me then?”

“if it comes down to it, yeah.” why was he being.. nice?

“you shouldn’t be coming to these kind of things if you leave yourself this vulnerable.” ajax said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “you haven’t changed, y/n.”

“well you sure have.” you said under your breath.

“grow up, y/n. just because you’re stuck in the past doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing that i’ve changed.” he had a point, but you’d never say that. “we’ll never be those kids again.”

you chuckled, “at least i can stick to one person. it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at that.”

“who? you can stick to who?”

you. that’s what you wanted to say. that’s what he wanted to say, too.

“nobody—just tell me where alhaitham’s room is.” you wanted to leave. remember how you thought he was being nice?

“down the hall on your right.” ajax said, walking back to the balcony. it felt like talking to a stranger.

you followed his instructions and arrived at the door. should you knock? or just go in really slowly? you put your ear against the door, trying to listen for any, sounds you wouldn’t exactly want to hear. it sounded quiet. you reached for the door handle and slowly pushed down, but it stopped there. it was locked. you cursed kaveh in your head, once again that night. you heard ajax’s agitating, grating voice down the hall, laughing. you just rolled your eyes and tried texting kaveh.

“y/n, it’s not gonna work. just wait until morning and you guys can uber back together.” he had a point. what was a couple more hours? at least you wouldn’t be leaving kaveh either, but you’d be stuck with ajax. that’s not something you really wanted, but it was for kaveh.

“do you have any food?”

you and ajax ended up in the kitchen, eating cereal. you pushed the cinnamon toast crunch around in your bowl as you sat at the island. ajax was in front of you, pouring himself out more cereal. it was quiet for the most part. one thing about the two of you was that you’d both be too scared to be the first to do anything. but that was a long time ago.

“how’s your knee?” you made some attempt at making conversation.

“recovering. what’s it to you?” of course he just had to say something that would piss you off.

“absolutely nothing.” you responded, taking a bite of the cereal. “did you fight those college guys?”

“oh yeah the ones that tried to abduct you and you just let them?”

that pissed you off. it wasn’t your fault, if anything, it was whoever let them in.

“if you did fight them i hope they beat the shit out of you.”

“maybe you should learn how to be more careful at parties. also another reason why you shouldn’t even be here.” he retorted.

“you’re such a bitch, you know that? i came with kaveh because i’m actually a good friend. it’s not like you ever were.”

“don’t start with that shit y/n.” he looked angry now. “i saved your ass and i don’t even get a thank you?”

“thank you. happy?” ajax’s phone started buzzing, it was closer to you than to him, so you saw the text messages.

myqb😘: kaveh’s w me

myqb😘: you should talk to y/n while you have the chance 🤑

myqb😘: and help me clean my goddamn house

that’s all you saw before he took his phone back. what the fuck was with the emoji? and the name?? ajax texted him and laid his phone screen down now. he didn’t see you reading the messages. you and ajax have argued twice in one night, you started to remember why you two aren’t friends anymore. you put your hands on your head, rubbing your forehead. you felt your headache coming back.

“what’s wrong with you?” his look softened a little when he saw your face.

“nothing. just hungover.” you responded.

“you need painkillers?” it was like he read your mind.

“i’ll take some if you have any.” you admitted.

“i got opioids, cigarettes, and tylenol. your pick.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“tylenol.” you said.

“you sure?” he asked. you nodded your head in response. he went upstairs to go get your pain killers. why was he doing this? his face when he saw you in pain made your heart melt. why did it seem like he still gave a fuck about you? more like you two both gave a fuck about each other. you started thinking. you helped him out, and he’s helping you. your headache only got worse.

-> part 3

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Plan B - F!X ☀️✨⭐️ Reader is a friend of Peggy’s who’s been on the team at the SSR for a few months. She hasn’t really bonded with any of the men at the agency, except Thompson, who’s her stupid hotshot mission plan buddy. She also spends a fair amount of time with Daniel, but reader hasn’t gotten to bond with Agent Sousa as much. That might change drastically when the four go out on a mission to try and recover some more of Howard’s stolen tech.

Black Coffee - X ☀️ Reader’s working at a coffee house, and they see plenty of people come in looking exhausted and searching for some caffeine to help. When a new face comes into the coffee shop, he manages to break the all-time record for the person closest to being an absolute zombie. Daniel Sousa’s been working day and night on a case for the SSR, and he’s in danger of falling asleep if he so much as stops moving. But, if he can make it through to the end of the case, it might just turn out to be worth it in more ways than one.

Assistant - F!X ☀️ Y/N is Howard Stark’s assistant, which is never a boring job. They’re in the middle of tearing their hair out trying to manage his crazy schedule when a surprise visit from a certain SSR agent shakes up their day.

New Office - X ☀️ Y/N’s been in love with their best friend Daniel Sousa since they both started working at the SSR, but he’s been hung up on Peggy since the first time he saw her. Now, however, Peggy’s turned him down for a date and he’s gone all the way across the country with a promotion to get some distance from her. Y/N went with him, but will it mean a change in anything more than location for the two of them?

West vs. East - X ☀️✨ Y/N is the LA SSR’s new nurse, a position they finally realized was incredibly important to have around after a few near-misses during the Whitney Frost case. They’ve only been there a week, but an all-SSR picnic and “friendly” East Coast/West Coast competition will give them plenty of chances to make new friends and more.

Sandy and Charlie - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N is starring in her first big picture, a Western produced by Howard Stark. When the actor playing her love interest no-shows, however, they’re going to have to get creative in finding a person to fill the role so the movie can be finished. Fortunately for them, the SSR needs Howard’s help on a case, and are willing to make some deals to get it.

The Unholy Alliance - X ☀️✨ Daniel and Y/N have been staring at each other longingly for months, and Jack and Peggy are tired of it. So, in a moment of history in the making, the two *team up* to find a way to get their coworkers to finally realize their feelings for each other.

No Way To Know For Sure - Part 1 Part 2 - F!X ☁️☀️✨ After a few months of friendship and a few more months of dating, Y/N and Daniel Sousa decided to call it quits when he moved out to LA to open the West Coast SSR. She was focused on her career with no desire to leave New York, her home, the place she had connections and established respect as a female SSR agent, the greatest city in the world. Daniel couldn’t turn down the promotion, and she didn’t want him to. So they parted ways, Y/N telling herself it didn’t hurt. But when Jack sends her out to LA to work with Daniel on a case, she realizes she is definitely not over him.

Date Night - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N and Daniel are ready to relax and listen to their favorite radio program together after a long week at the SSR. Unfortunately for both of them, Y/N’s older brother Jack Thompson has the spare key to the apartment, and he has a history of picking terrible times to drop in on his little sister.

Office Most-Eligible - F!X ☀️✨ When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies’ breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they’d bargained for.

The Ugliest Tie I’ve Ever Seen - X ☀️✨ Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

Drinks With Peggy - X ☁️☀️ Daniel's S/O came out of a program like Dottie's, so they're still learning how to be in a relationship and communicate with the people who matter.

[melody-everbelle]

Michael In The Bathroom (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: Michael In The Bathroom Pairing: Nathan Chen x gender neutral!reader Word count: 701 Warning(s): Angst, panic attacks, mentions of drugs/unaliving/alcohol/cheating/etc. Summary: When Y/N discovers that Nathan is acting flirty towards Mariah, they go to the bathroom whilst suffering from a panic attack. Author's Note: It's been a while since I've last posted a Nathan Chen fanfic. Long story short, I was trying to cope with ChenBell while getting into new fandoms, which meant I lost interest in writing fanfiction for a while. However, now that I'm slowly getting into a new fandom (*cough* Pee-wee Herman *cough*), I have plans to write more of them.

This fanfic was inspired by Michael in the Bathroom from Be More Chill (I hope you don't mind the lyrics change 😅). This is also my interpretation of how Y/N would appear in a ChenBell fanfic.

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You couldn't believe it. Not only you showed up at your boyfriend Nathan's party, albeit uninvited, but you were also shocked to discover that he apparently became flirty with Mariah. Panicked, you took refuge in the bathroom, where you were all alone in your thoughts, all while the partying was going on. Suddenly, you started singing…

I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall I could stay right here or disappear and nobody'd even notice at all

I'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my buddy kinda left me alone

But I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly

Or pretend to check a text on my phone

You walked up to the mirror, where you saw a mirage of Nathan in the reflection.

Everything felt fine

When I was half of a pair

And through no fault of mine

There's no other half there

Now I'm just

Y/N in the bathroom

Y/N in the bathroom at a party

Forget how long it's been

I'm just Y/N in the bathroom Y/N in the bathroom at a party

No, you can't come in

I'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leave

And I'm picking at grout as I softly grieve

I'm just Y/N who you don't know

Y/N flying solo

Y/N in the bathroom by herself/himself/themselves

All by herself/himself/themselves

You checked your phone to look at pictures of you and Nathan together. All those memories you had with him were on the verge of being erased.

I am hiding, but he's out there

Just ignoring all our history

Memories get erased and I'll get replaced

With a newer, cooler version of me

You heard music coming from outside the bathroom.

And I hear a drunk girl

Sing along to Whitney through the door

"I wanna dance with somebody!"

And my feelings sink 'cause it makes me think

Now there's no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore!

Now it's just Y/N in the bathroom

Y/N in the bathroom at a party

I half-regret the beers

Y/N in the bathroom

Y/N in the bathroom at a party

As I choke back the tears

I'll wait as long as I need '

Til my face is dry

Or I'll just blame it on weed

Or something in my eye

I'm just Y/N who you don't know

Y/N flyin' solo

Y/N in the bathroom by herself/himself/themselves

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

They're gonna start to shout soon

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Ah, hell yeah, I'll be out soon

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

It sucks he left me here alone

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Here in this adult battle-zone

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

I feel the pressure blowing up

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

My big mistake was showing up

Splash, splash, splash, splash!

I throw some water in my face

And I am in a better place

I go to open up the door

But I can't hear knocking anymore

And I can't help but yearn

For a different time

And then I look in the mirror

And the present is clearer

And there's no denying, I'm just…

Suddenly, you broke down crying, unable to sing.

… At a party

Is there a sadder sight than, mhm

Y/N in the bathroom at a party

This is a heinous night

I wish I stayed at home instead

Eating kettle corn

Or  I wish I offed myself instead

Wish I was never born

I'm just Y/N who's a loner

So she/he/they must be a stoner

Rides a PT Cruiser

God, she's/he's/they're such a loser

Y/N flying solo

Who you think that you know

Y/N in the bathroom by herself/himself/themselves

All by herself/himself/themselves

All by herself/himself/themselves

Although no one could hear from outside the bathroom, you felt all of those emotions being poured out from your body. You sat in the corner of the bathroom, taking a quick breather before singing the following…

And all you know about me is my name

Awesome party, I'm so glad I came

[whitneythebully]

Scarce (whitney x gender neutral reader)

warnings: degrees of lewdity (and whitney) are its own warning, mentions of harassment/non con, abusive/controlling relationships, whitney is kinda nice

"Supplies are scarce," The dealer says. "Very scarce. £2000 per dose. Don't try to negotiate. There are plenty of rich kids looking to impress mummy and daddy."

You don’t need to check your wallet, there’s no way you’d be able to shell out £500 on stimulants, let alone £2000. You’re barely managing to scrape by as it is, especially since you took on Robin’s debt.

Between waiting at the Cafe, working on Alex’s farm, and volunteering as an initiate at the Temple, you’re surprised you even have the time to study. But that’s why you need stimulants, to give you the edge you could’ve had if you weren’t forced to work so hard.

You swallow and shake your head, walking away from the dealer without another word. Tears prick at your eyes as your stomach churns, terrified that you might start crying before you can reach the bathrooms.

You don’t have rich parents to impress, but you still want to win. The 2000 pound reward was enough to catch your attention when River was describing the competition, despite maths being your worst subject. God knows you need the money.

The £4000 allowance doled out by the Temple each month is the only thing keeping you from having to sell yourself on the streets. Though the idea of fast cash is appealing, you don’t want to do it. There was a reason you were working yourself into an early grave even though you’ve been told an ‘easier’ way existed. It’s dangerous work, and even if you got over that part, it terrifies you to think of what Whitney would do if he found out.

Sure, he called you ‘slut’ more than he called you by your own name. But you were his. He made that much abundantly clear, not only to you but to anyone who dared touch you in front of him.

You freeze when Whitney flashes into your mind. You didn’t know much about him, not really. But from what you’ve gathered, there’s no way he could help you out financially, or want to help you for that matter. Despite the tears in your eyes, the corners of your lips flicker up into a half-smile. You didn’t need Whitney’s money, you would never ask that of him. But you did need his help.

It doesn’t take long to find him, it’s an hour before class starts and he, for once, is early. Standing inside the school gate, near the entrance, smoking with his friends. You walk to him, shoes silent on the freshly fallen snow.

When you get to him, you reach out and grab onto his sleeve, giving it a gentle tug.

“W-Whitney…”

Whitney looks down at you, his face unchanging as he blows smoke into yours. “The fuck do you want, slut?”

You try your best not to cough, but the smoke does nothing to help your stinging eyes. They fill up even more, making the world blurry with tears. You look down, but don’t drop your grip on his sleeve.

“Oi,” He barks at his posse. “Fuck off.”

“Hey-“ One of his goons starts to protest.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Whitney flicks his cigarette butt at the lean boy before taking a mock step forward, the threat of a punch looming. The boy flinches away. “No? Right, now get the fuck out’ve here.”

They scatter fast after that, leaving just the two of you behind.

“Hey, up here.” Whitney takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him. “Did someone fuck with my property again?”

Your status at school is no secret- it’s probably one of the reasons Whitney noticed you in the first place. He hadn’t been the only one to bully you, though at least he hadn’t beaten you up like some of the other students had.

But since Whitney claimed you as his, only a few people have tried to rough you up like the way they used to. And those who tried, well… They wouldn’t even look in your direction now.

“No,” You say quietly, letting your head lean against his middle for a second. You feel how his chest moves with an intake of breath.

“Someone fucking with you?”

“No,” You haven’t asked for his help before, he’d given it without you needing to ask when you’d gotten beaten up after school, and on Halloween when that man tried to grope you. “Maybe… yeah, I think so.”

“Thinking too hard, huh? It’s not good for sluts like you. Too pretty for that, lemme do the thinking. What’s going on?”

“I… I tried to uh…” You trail off, suddenly embarrassed to admit that you’ve been taking stimulants. “Buy stimulants... and I… I don’t know…”

“Gabe selling them again?” You give him a confused look. “Skinny fucker, short too.” You nod.

“He um… Keeps raising the prices. I can’t… I can’t afford them. I don’t know if it’s just for me but… I can’t...”

“Figured you’d get your big bad boyfriend to shake ‘em down, yeah?” He teases, his voice uncannily soft as he cups your cheek. “Fuck, you’re adorable. Fucking nerd. Yeah, I know that guy. How much is he charging?”

“Two thousand pounds.”

“Fuck that.” He laughs, tugging you close. “You’re not paying a thing to that fuck, got it?”

“Whitney I need-”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll get your pills, smarty. Relax.”

It’s your turn to exhale, your shoulders dropping at his command. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me on your knees, slut.” Whitney smirks. “But I’ll take a kiss, for now.”

Grabbing you by the waist, he leans down. Connection your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth as his hands explore your body. When he pulls away, you’re gasping, and painfully turned on.

“Now run off, I’ve got shit to do.”

You follow his orders, stumbling off into the school as he rolls up his sleeves, and stalks towards the stimulant dealer.

[starlightsearches]

I love the idea of coworker!eddie so much! and now I'm thinking about this nerd this doofus this absolute fucking sweet dork of a man leaning over the counter in between customers and making handmade buttons for the basket by the register to sell. He's got the classic styles, you know, band logos from a variety of genres but the bulk of them lean toward metal, as well as some goofier ones with gross jokes on them. But he makes some personalized ones for you, featuring your favorite bands and pickup lines, including one that says You're my rainbow in the dark because obviously he has to slip a Ronnie James Dio reference in there

He's stupid. He's perfect. I love him.

Mixtape

Yes, god, coworker! eddie lives inside my brain like a little mouse. Here's something I threw together because I love the idea of the pins 😩 Comments, likes and reblogs make me very happy!

Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: language, mutual pining, some angst, this one's a little sad in the end but I'm sure we'll see more of them at some point (if people are interested).

"Hey, asshole."

Eddie dodges the empty cardboard box you lob his way without much effort. He's gotten way better at sidestepping your attacks since he started here. You wish you could say the same for your aim.

"You planning on doing any work today?"

Eddie has the nerve to look offended—like you haven't been running around your whole shift, restocking shit and fixing the displays and helping everyone and their mother find a copy of Whitney Houston—holding a fist to his chest like he'd been stabbed.

"That hurts, baby. I am working. See?"

He shakes the basket of pins in front of him as you lean over the counter, smiling wide. It's that fucking smile that makes so many people buy his stupid buttons—even if they've never heard his any of the artists he's obsessed with, even if they're not worth the dollar fifty you're charging for them.

You set the basket back down, swallowing the butterflies in the back of your throat. "No offense, but I think we have enough Metallica pins to last us through the end of time."

"I was actually making pins for you," he says with falsely-innocent eyes, meeting you halfway across the table, the collar of his worn-out band shirt dipping just slightly until you can see the slightest hint of another tattoo brushing his collar bone, "but if you don't want them . . . "

You hold out a hand, hoping your exasperation might distract him from your wandering eyes. "Show me."

You wish he wouldn't do this—flirt with you so much. Your crush on him was already embarrassing enough without the pins and the inside jokes and his wandering fingers pinching at your sides until you have to laugh. Sometimes you want to scream at him, tell him to stop making fun of you, that you'll get over it if he gives you enough time.

You're not sure if you could ever get over it. Not if he keeps looking at you like this.

Eddie drops the pins into your hand one at a time, tongue caught between his teeth—eyes flashing between your face and your open palm. You do your best to keep your expressions in check.

There's a few band pins—Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, even Wham!, despite all the shit he'd given you about them.

"And for the finale—" he says with a flourish, his fingers just brushing against yours when he drops the little black button into your hand.

"Rainbow in the dark?" You read the words quietly, looking up at him with furrowed brows. He's fidgeting, twisting one of the rings around his finger, biting at his lips.

"Yeah, because, uh . . ." he laughs shyly, glancing down at his hands, "you haven't- you haven't listened to that mixtape I made you?"

Your stomach sinks, and you press your lips together, shooting him a guilty look.

"Oh, come on—" he rolls his eyes at you, and you let the apologies pour out, hoping to wipe the hurt from his expression, even if it's all theatrics.

"I've been meaning to listen, Eddie," you tell him, "but it's your music is really loud and I've got neighbors and I need to get a new pair of headphones for my cassette player . . ."

None of that's true. You've started the tape multiple times, laying back on your bed with your perfectly-functioning headphones on snugly over your ears, and you just. couldn't. do. it. Listening to songs that Eddie picked for you—cute, ridiculous Eddie with his too-tight jeans and wild hair and fucking to-die-for smile—it was like carving your own heart out of your chest with a butter knife. A reminder of what you'd never have.

He stands with his back to you, hands on his hips. When he turns over his shoulder, he won't meet your eyes.

"Well," he says, tapping his knuckles against the glass countertop, "that's from one of my favorites on there. It's always kind of . . . reminded me of you."

"Oh."

You don't know what else to say.

"Anyways," he coughs, but the atmosphere stays heavy with the weight of awkwardness between you, "I guess I'll go unpack some boxes in the back. You good on your own out here?"

"Oh yeah . . . totally."

He sighs, stalking off to the backroom, leaving you with only a sick feeling in your stomach and a pile of pins in your hands.

Part 2 Here

[splitongues]

PATRICK BATEMAN X READER

Patrick Bateman x Obsessed!StalkerReader

Reader is obsessed with Patrick Bateman. Patrick wants to kill them and they want to kidnap him and basically keep him in their basement. Reader is also gender neutral (aiming more towards male)

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of kidnapping, murder, delusions of love and friendship, slight torture, misogyny, bigotry and mentions of homophobia. Thoughts of Dub-Con (this is again for you guys!!!)

READER'S POV

To be honest, you didn't know what attracted you to Patrick at first. He was snarky, constantly picking on you at the office and giving you dirty and almost murderous looks when ever you made eye contact. But then you got to know him more.

It started with the forceful conversations you had him engage in you. It was hard to get him to budge but with a few pokes, you learned just enough. His favorite type of music was pop and jazz with a little hint of rock. He had an obsession with Whitney Houston, a proactive skin care routine (maybe that's why he looked so perfect) and an extremely active work-out regimen.

The lasts bits of information were ones Patrick didn't bother to give you, you unfortunately had to find out yourself. With a bit of hard work of course. After that, you had been infatuated with the man. Unfortunately, any conversation you had after those was short and cut clean. Patrick had even seemed to be avoiding, but no matter, he was simply shy.

But that's what made you so drawn. His social but withdrawn attitude. How he was constantly avoiding human contact and conversation unless it was in some L.A club or when he was doing coke with work buddies. His mocking way of speaking, as if he was looking down at others. There was a time you watched him begin to sweat as a coworker you couldn't bother to remember the name of pulled out his business card.

Patrick was such a complex man, a puzzle to be precise. And you wanted to figure him out. And after you found out what made him tick, you slowly began to insert it into you daily schedule. You'd do the same workout but more intense, bought a more expensive apartment that looked directly over New York's finest and bought a business card even your boss was jealous of.

And to see Patrick's face every time was so enticing and tempting, that you couldn't help but want more. And that's when the other thoughts started to come on. There were two sides to you when it came to Patrick Bateman. One wanted to love him. To fix him. Take care of his every need and coddle him. But another side wanted to hurt him.

To keep him with you, never let him leave your side. You even had fantasies. You catch him when he was off guard, possibly drunk or coked out of his mind with those silly friends of his. You'd guide him out home with you, where you'd give him a nice cup of water to get over the stupor, in which he'd pass out and you'd drag his unsuspecting into your bedroom.

As you peeled his clothing and tied him down, he'd awaken and scream, in which you'd tape his mouth shut. He wasn't allowed to speak yet. And then you could whatever you'd like to him. And nothing excited you more. Having the man writhe under you, in pain or pleasure would never cease to electrify you.

When the thoughts got too much, you'd be left gluttonous and with a damp spot in your pants. It was difficult to keep both sides repressed on a day to day, but you managed just fine. Until one day, where you and Patrick had drinks at his apartment.

You had been a little drunk, having too many glasses of wine to see the stares Patrick had given you. You were slightly slumped in your seat and Patrick leaned towards you with a glint in his gorgeous hazel eyes "Tell me Y/N. What do you think about me?" The smile was painted on his smooth face and with another glass of wine getting you going, you had begun to ramble.

"I had uhh, been drawn to you the first time I saw you. You were strutting down the hall with your headphones on, and a blank stare. I liked that. The powerful look in your eyes, the tall, broad shoulders. I liked that. But some part of me? It wanted to snuff it out" Patrick raised a brow "And what do you mean by that?"

With a little wobble, you leaned closer till it was certain the man could smell the alcohol on your breath "You're so perfect. In every way. The way you talk, the way you look, the way you hold yourself. You're a walking dream. Like a real-life Ken doll. And I wanna ruin you. I wanna break you. And then fix you myself. Maybe in my own image or maybe in a new form. I'd like to take you apart. Like a puzzle I've already solved. There's so much about you that I wanna rip to pieces Patrick"

It's tensely silent in the apartment. Patrick's face has gone right back to his daily blank expression, but those eyes? No no, they couldn't hide anything from you. The glint was slightly stronger, but had something else pared with it. Patrick intertwined his fingers and unclenched his jaw to ask "Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?"

[erensangel444]

competitive nature

jean kirschtein x reader x eren jaeger

modern!au

dni if not 18+ thank u!

i started thinking about jean, and then about eren, and then the thought of BOTH OF THEM

this fic is jean + eren x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: these two would absolutely, positively, wreck you. *sigh*, a girl can dream(it's me, i'm girl, and i'm dreaming about eren + jean ruining me :D

also i made mika a bitch in this but we all know she's all about girls supporting girls because fuck eren(literally and figuratively).

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut; threesome, degrading + praise, slight spit kink + along w/ that mentions of spit, oral(slight fem!receiving, male!receiving), spanking, slapping, unprotected sex w/creampie

word count: 6.3k

summary: it’s funny how mutual friends work. jean + eren are ‘friends’, and they both definitely want to be more than friends with you.

you had met jean and eren on separate occassions. it wasn't until that night that you found out they were friends.

meeting eren; ɪ

you had, begrudgingly, thrown on a pair of pajama pants and a hoodie, trekking across campus to your 10 AM modern philosophy class. your head was pounding, the alcohol from last night biting back with a cruel hangover.

you made it to the room 5 minutes before class, setting your bag down next to your usual seat. you sat down, pulling out your computer, and opening the tabs you needed.

you felt someone shuffle into the chair next to you, the person huffing out a breath, though it didn't sound like the girl who usually sat beside you. alyssa sat next to you most classes, though you didn't particularly like her, the girl giving you unwarranted glares throughout class. 

"is this seat taken?" a deep voice broke you from your thoughts, forcing you to look up at them. upon seeing his face, you instantly regretted not throwing on actual clothes earlier. you realized you probably looked a hot mess, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

he was hot, very hot. you wouldn't mind if he started to sit next to you everyday. you quickly recovered, weary of letting him know how he affected you so easily. "alyssa u-usually sits here," you mentally chastised yourself for the slight stutter, "but i don't really like her, so you're fine," you said, turning back to your laptop.

the boy let out a soft chuckle at your bluntness, sitting down next to you. you felt his shoulder brush against yours for a slight second before he leaned to his right, pulling his laptop out of his bag.

the professor started discussing the lesson, and you typed in time with his rant, the words running across the document in sync with your fingers moving along your keypad. "rough night?" the boy beside you whispered and you turned to look at him.

"that obvious?" you joked, the boy laughing softly, causing you to smile. "pink whitney's a bitch," you whispered before turning back to your computer, trying to refocus on the professor's words. "so you're a pink whitney kind of girl," he hummed, smirking, "that's very telling,". "hey!" you whisper-shouted, nudging him in his shoulder. "what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, still smiling.

he just laughed, turning back to the professor, but still talking to you nonetheless. "nothing," his hands flitted across his keyboard, "it's just that a person's drink is a large factor in determining what they're like," the boy sighed jokingly. you scoffed, the smile on your lips growing as you turned towards him.

"so what's your 'kind of drink'" you emphasized your words with airquotes, "mr. alcohol connoisseur,". the boy leaned towards you, his breath fanning against your neck, his lips barely grazing your ear.

"i'm more of a bourbon guy myself," he whispered, "but pink whitney is saved for special occasions," he joked, pulling away from your ear with a smile before turning back to his laptop. you couldn't help but blush, turning back to your computer while trying to contain your cheesy smile.

you could feel his eyes flicker towards you throughout the remainder of class, but you forced your line of focus to remain on your screen. the professor dismissed class as you shut your laptop, putting it into your tote bag. you stood up, throwing it over your shoulder, but before you could head towards the door, the boy stopped you with a tap on your shoulder.

"never told me your name," he was smiling at you, "don't want me to be stuck calling you pink whitney, right?". you smiled back at him, telling him your name. "y/n," he tested it out on his tongue before grinning. "very fitting," he said, the cryptic phrasing similar to his words from earlier.

you couldn't help but chuckle, "again, what is that supposed to mean?" you eyed him with a smile. "it's a pretty name, fitting for a pretty girl," he drawled, smirking at you. you couldn't help but scoff at him, though his words did make your heartbeat quicken.

"what's your name mr. drink expert," you asked, the boy laughing. "eren," he said plainly. "eren," you tested it out on your tongue just as he had, elongating the 'n'. "very fitting," you teased, repeating his words. eren chuckled before speaking in a slightly higher pitched voice, "what is that supposed to mean?". you laughed softly, glaring at him playfully, "i do not sound like that,". your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling now.

eren just laughed, the conversation dying down as you eyed each other, blushing. his hand lifted to the back of his neck, rubbing it. "do you wanna go grab a coffee, feel like you could probably use it," eren asked, his eyes lighting up. you just nodded, smiling softly, eren walking beside you towards the door.

"think alyssa will mind if i steal her seat?"

meeting jean; ɪɪ

it was a friday night, and here you sat in the library. there were a few other people sitting at other tables, but the library was empty otherwise, seeing as it was a friday night. your textbook was open, your laptop sitting in front of you as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. 

you sighed, adjusting the blue-light glasses on your face before groaning. you looked at your notebook, squinting your eyes at your rushed handwriting. you typed a sentence on your computer before deleting it. you were forced to come to a pause, unable to figure out where you wanted your essay to go.

before you could become consumed in your self-pity, the doors to the library swung open, slamming against the wall. the librarian’s head shot towards the noise as she glared at the boy who stood in the doorway. he was tall, with ash-brown hair, and brown eyes. 

he winced at the sound of the doors slamming on the wall, holding his hands up and whisper-yelling a “sorry!”. you couldn’t help but smile, watching him walk towards a table and set his bag down on the table. he turned to look towards you, and you looked back down to your computer. 

when you looked at him again, he was still looking at you, smiling this time. you smiled back at him, and before you could comprehend what he was doing, the boy was walking towards your table, setting his bag down in front of your laptop. “mind if i sit here?” he asked, to which you shook your head left and right. he sat down, opening his laptop.

you both fell into a subtle silence, the only sound being your fingers clicking on your respective keyboards. a couple of people had filtered out of the library, only two other people and the librarian in the room with the pair of you. you peeked at each other over your laptops, the both of you smiling softly when your eyes would meet.

“my name’s jean,” he broke the silence, closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. “y/n,” you said plainly, pushing your laptop to the side. “do you not have homework to do?” you asked, motioning towards his closed laptop. 

“eh,” he sighed, grinning at you, “my sociology essay can wait,”. you couldn’t help but laugh, “well if yours can wait then mine can too,” you said shutting your laptop. jean smiled at you before sitting up in his chair, “i really regret taking that class, honestly,” he complained, to which you nodded in agreement. 

“do you like donuts?” you asked, jean humming in a question. your hand fell into your tote bag, pulling out a white paper bag. you pulled out a donut hole, handing it to jean. “i’m not supposed to take food from strangers,” he joked, causing you to laugh softly. “i don’t think we’re strangers, jean,” you smiled at him. jean took the donut hole from your hand with a grin.

you and jean had both opened your laptops again, reluctantly nonetheless, focusing back on your essays. jean held an airpod out towards you, and you smiled accepting it. it was silent for a moment, before devil in a new dress by kanye west began playing in your right ear.

you couldn’t help but smile at the song choice, jean looking over his laptop at you. you looked up at him from your laptop screen, smiling at him. you mouthed the lyrics to jean, grinning the entire time.

‘the way you look should be a sin you my sensation’

jean laughed softly at you, before leaning over the table, his mouth next to your ear as he whispered the lyrics into your ear,

‘we ain’t married but tonight i need some consummation’

you laughed, leaning back in your chair as jean fell back into his seat, grinning at you. you and jean stared at each other, smiling. he raised an eyebrow jokingly, causing you to snort. you covered your mouth at the sound, your eyes wide as jean laughed.

your essay was forgotten once more as jean told you a story. “i swear to god that weed was laced, i have never felt that way in my entire life,” you couldn’t help but laugh at how serious jean was. “i looked at my fingers,” he created a visual for you, by putting his hands in your face. “and i swear to fucking god, it was like they had disappeared,” he closed his hand into a fist. 

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe a little too loudly. “remind me to never smoke with you,”. jean held his hand to his heart in mock offense, “i’m very fun, high or not, might i add,” he grinned at you. 

the librarian cleared her throat, causing you both to look over at her. she was glaring at the pair of you, causing you and jean to look back at one another. you couldn’t contain your laughter when you saw jean trying to do the same. you stood up, grabbing your bag. “come on,” you said to jean, heading towards the door.

he scrambled after you, jogging towards you before slowing and walking beside you. “where are we going?” he asked, looking at you. “well i’m hungry, and i’ll need coffee if i’m gonna finish this essay,” you explained, turning down the hallway. “and i barely saw you write any of your essay, so i think you probably need coffee too,”. jean nodded, his shoulder brushing against yours.

you had ended up in a cafe not too far from campus, you and jean sitting at a table near the window. needless to say, you hadn’t gotten much more of your essay finished, but you stayed at the 24-hour until cafe until 3 in the morning, over-caffeinated & smiling as jean walked you back to your apartment.

friends helping out friends; ɪɪɪ

the strobe lights flashed from the ceiling, shoulders bumping against yours as you jumped up and down to the beat. though you had been reluctant to come at first, you were glad you finished up your homework and decided to go.

you stopped bouncing for a moment, grabbing sasha’s shoulders, and leaning into her ear. you attempted to yell over the music, “i’m gonna go grab a drink,” sasha nodding before yelling back a “be safe,”. you smiled in response, pushing your way out of the mosh pit. 

you had made your way to the kitchen, not realizing how out of breath dancing had made you. you walked over to the counter, grabbing one of the red-solo shot cups before pouring in tequila. you deserved to let loose and have a little fun after the week you had. 

you shot back the alcohol, your face contorting at the slight burn. “okay, i see you miss pink whitney,” you heard from beside you. you already knew who it was, a grin making its way onto your face. eren continued with a smirk, “seems we’ve switched to,” his hands reached for the bottle beside you, “tequila...for tonight, though,”.

you smiled at eren, “as a very wise man once said, pink whitney’s saved for special occassions,”. eren grinned at you before holding his arms out for a hug. you obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck, eren’s arms around your waist. he smelled like vanilla, and his arms caged you into his muscular body.

you both pulled away as you grabbed another red solo shot cup, holding it out to eren in question. he shrugged with a “fuck it,” smiling at you. you grabbed another cup for yourself, pouring tequila into both of them and handing one to eren.

“on 3,” eren said, his eyes twinkling. “on 3,” you affirmed, counting down. “1...2...3!”, you both raised the cups, letting the alcohol pour down your throats. eren let out a soft “woo!” before grabbing your hand and dragging you back out towards the main room.

he held your hand as he pushed through the mass of bodies, looking back as though he needed reassurance that you were still there. you smiled once his eyes met yours, eren smiling back.

the song changed to rehab(winter in paris) by brent faiyaz, eren’s hands falling to your hips. he lifted them for a second, hesitating as he looked at your face for any disagreement. you just nodded, eren visibly relaxing as his hands rested on your hips.

your fronts pressed together, the bass from the song thumping throughout the room. you looped your arms around eren’s neck, grinning before rapping the opening lyric to eren.

“i got too many hoes,” you drew out the last word, eren laughing before joining in, “but they ain’t you,”. his hands navigated to your backside, resting on your ass. he pressed his forehead to yours as the song continued playing. 

“if you ain’t nasty don’t at me,” eren smirked with that lyric, attempting to push your hips closer into his. the song continued, your desperation growing as you reeled from everything eren was doing; his hands on your ass, his smirk as his forehead pressed against yours, his hips softly pushing into yours.

the song ended, eren’s eye contact unwavering as the song shifted to something faster, eren pulling away in response. you and eren danced for a couple more songs, but you eventually pulled eren out from the center of the room and headed back towards the kitchen, wanting another drink to make your buzz even more delightful.

walking into the kitchen, you saw a familiar figure, yelling out to her. “sasha!” you grinned, possibly too happy at the sight of your friend. you were a happy drunk, the slightest thing bringing the brightest smile to your face. “was looking for you,” she said with a smile, hugging you. you turned to look at the boy next to her, gasping once again with a smile.

“and connie!” you unlooped your arms from around sasha, hugging connie. eren laughed from behind you before walking over to a bucket full of ice and pulling out two bottles. he handed one to you with a mutter of “smirnoff alright?”. you nodded in response, grabbing the bottle from eren’s hands. you, eren, sasha, and connie stood in the kitchen for a little while, conversating, soft laughter flowing in between the conversation. 

“y/n?” you heard your name from across the kitchen, turning at the sound. you were met with an all-too familiar face, smiling at the sight. “jean!” you cheered, walking over to him and giving him a hug. “jean?” you heard from behind you, turning around to be met by eren, who was raising an eyebrow.

“eren, what’s up man,” jean said almost plainly, holding his hand out. eren and jean came into a half-handshake, half-hug, eren patting his back maybe a little too hard. “i didn’t know you knew y/n,” jean said to eren, the boys sharing an intense stare.

eren nodded, holding back a smirk, “we have philosophy together,”. jean nodded, both him and eren looking back down at you. you could feel the heavy tension, trying to think of a solution to ease the aura between jean and eren. 

“i don’t know about you guys,” you said to jean and eren before turning to sasha and connie, “but i need to sober up, wanna go to moe’s?” you suggested.

the five of you ended up walking the couple of blocks down to the 24-hour diner, eren on one side of you, jean on the other. the restaurant was pretty empty, the hostess immediately sitting you in a booth. “jean, why don’t you sit next to connie, so y/n can sit next to sasha too?” eren suggested the unnecessary sitting arrangement.

“or you could,” jean grumbled, staring at eren in contempt. “yeah, but i suggested it,” eren rationalized, holding back another smirk. jean rolled his eyes, sliding into the booth next to connie. sasha looked at you, raising an eyebrow before sliding in next to you, eren sitting on your left. 

“hi, welcome to moe’s what c-” the waitress started, “eren!” she smiled as you turned, looking to the boy next to you. eren looked away from you and towards the waitress, “oh hey mikasa,” he said plainly, “didn’t know you were working tonight,”. “yep!” she cheered, still looking only at eren.

“i’ll see if i can get you a discount,” she mused, eren only nodding in response. though you hadn’t noticed, eren was to preoccupied, looking at you, analyzing your face as you looked at the menu. the waitress’s face deflated, her tone becoming more monotone, “what drinks can i get started,”. “can i just have a water, please?” you asked, looking up at the waitress.

mikasa had noticed the way eren was looking at you, a certain distaste towards you boiling in her heart. she refrained from rolling her eyes, but still gave you a mild glare nonetheless. you looked back down to your menu, eager to ignore any unwarranted confrantation.

mikasa had come back later with drinks, taking food orders at the same time. it was now 1 AM, the table littered with plates and numerous cups. sasha leaned further back into the booth, her body slumping as she rubbed over her stomach. “so good,” she sighed, causing you to laugh. you nodded in agreement, “for real,” you groaned, pushing your plate to the side.

you all left cash on the table, navigating your way to the door of the diner, the bell ringing as the cold air brushed against your faces. “get home safe,” sasha waved bye as you repeated a ditto, walking the opposite way of sasha and connie with jean and eren. “i can walk you home,” eren offered with a smile, jean butting in with a “me too!”. you nodded, letting out a simple “thank you,”. 

after walking for a little bit, you had finally made it to the entrance of your apartment complex, turning around to face eren and jean. “thanks for tonight,” you smiled softly, both jean and eren letting out an in-sync “of course,” before not-so-indiscreetly glaring at one another.

you could see the anticipation radiating off of both boys, eren shifting his body weight from his heels to the balls of his toes, jean fiddling with the ring on his pointer finger. “would you guys want to come in?” you offered, your tone soft.  “yeah, of course,” “i mean only if you want,” both jean and eren started before glaring at one another again.

you pulled out your keys from your purse, unlocking the door before holding it open behind you for eren and jean. the elevator ride up to your apartment was silent, the bells ringing once you arrived on your floor. you tried to quietly put your keys into the keyhole of your apartment door, weary of getting another complaint from your neighbor about how loud your keys were at night. 

the three of you walked into your apartment as you threw your purse down onto the table, offering to get some water for jean and eren. you came back with two glasses, sitting down at your kitchen table next to jean and eren.

“so-” “i-” both jean and eren started, the tension between them finally snapping. “i swear to fucking god, jean,” eren groaned, kicking him underneath the table. jean winced, yelling back at him “what are you, fucking five years old?”. eren rolled his eyes, scoffing, “you fucking ruined tonight, me and y/n were having a great time...alone,” he enunciated the last word.

you wanted to tell jean that you were glad he had come, but he was already talking before you could do so, “yeah? cause it seemed like she was real happy to see me, i think she was getting pretty bored,” he glared at eren. eren opened his mouth for a rebuttal, but you stopped him before he could.

“guys!” you said in an authoritative tone, both boys turning to look at you. “i invited you both up here for a reason,” you said a little more quietly, looking down at your hands. “you mean-” jean started, his words falling into a huff of breath. “want us both?” eren asked, causing you to look at him with a blush as you nodded.

“so greedy,” jean chirped, and you looked away from eren and towards him. “can’t just have one, huh? gonna make me share you with this asshole?” you looked back down to your hands. eren gripped onto your chin, forcing you to look at him. “unlike jean,” he spat the boy’s name, glaring at him before turning back to you, “i can be civil if it means i get to fuck you,” you whimpered at his words.

“been waiting all night,” he sighed, his hand letting go of your chin as he moved in towards your neck. he littered kisses on the expanse of skin, muttering into your neck, “been waiting since that first philosophy class, whitney,”. you couldn’t even laugh at his joke, too occupied with the feeling of his lips on your skin. 

“b-bedroom,” you stuttered, eren pulling away from your lips. jean lifted you from your chair, and you wrapped your legs around his hips on instinct. eren trailed behind you, smirking at you, his eyes burning holes in your face. you nuzzled your head into jean’s shoulder, unable to hold the intense eye contact.

before you could process, jean threw you down onto your bed. he peeled off his shirt after, eren doing the same as both boys towered over you. you sat back on your arms before letting out a ‘fuck’ at the sight before you. both of them were toned, incredibly so. you lifted off from your arms, kneeling on the bed before you ran your hands over their abdomens.

eren’s hand gripped your wrist, pulling it off of his body as you raised one eyebrow in confusion. eren smirked down at you before he spoke, his voice low, “it’s unfair if only jean and i are undressed princess,” his hand let go of your wrists, his fingers falling down to the button of his jeans.

he pulled the pants off of his body, only wearing his boxers. “sad to see it go, but i think it’s time we take this pretty little dress off,” jean said, agreeing with eren. you sat up on your knees, your dress falling to mid-thigh. you grabbed at the bottom of it, pulling it up your body and over your head.

you heard groans from both boys as your breasts fell from the dress. you hadn’t worn a bra, deciding to be more bold with your outfit choice. “fuck,” eren sighed, “so pretty,” his hand groping your breasts.

you saw jean starting to walk away, and you reached out for him with a whimper. “don’t worry,” he reassured you, sitting on the bed before leaning against the headboard, “not going anywhere c’mere,”. you shuffled back to sit in between jean’s legs, your back against his chest. eren followed like a lost puppy, laying on his stomach in between your legs, before his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on the hardened pebble. 

“s-shit,” you whimpered, jean chuckling from behind you before his mouth was on your neck, suckling on the skin. “did you ever think of me?” jean muttered into the skin of your neck, and you moaned at the feel of eren and jean’s mouths on your skin. he started to repeat himself, “did you ever think of me when you played with your pretty little pussy in this bed?” his voice was deep. 

you nodded eagerly in response, whimpering out, “yes, yes! thought of both of you,”. “show us then,” jean said, pulling away from your neck, “eren, sit back,” he somewhat ordered. eren groaned, but pulled away from your breasts, nonetheless. 

“let eren see, show us what you would’ve done if we hadn’t come home with you tonight,” jean quipped, his voice gravely. you nodded, biting your bottom lip before bringing your hand down to your clit. an explicit fell from eren’s mouth at the sight of you touching yourself, and you could feel jean’s bulge pressing into your backside.

you rubbed your clit in earnest now, desperate for orgasm. you began to thrash slightly in jean’s hold, jean noticing and gripping your wrists, preventing you from reaching that peak. you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes. “were you gonna cum without asking?” jean asked, pouting mockingly. 

you shook your head left and right, eren speaking up, “liar,” he said plainly, smirking at you, “weren’t even gonna ask us, you were just gonna take it like a greedy slut,”. he tilted your head back into jean’s shoulder before his face hovered over yours, eren spitting into your mouth. “swallow,” jean commanded from behind you to which you obliged.

“you know what eren,” jean started, his hand trailing down from your left breasts, towards your thigh. “i think you’re right,” his hand traced up your thigh, right next to your center before falling back down. “i think she is a slut,” he said, announcing the last word with a harsh slap on your clit.

you yelped, twisting in jean’s hold, one tear falling down your cheek. “fuck,” eren sighed, leaning towards you, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “she’s crying,” he smirked, his tone filled with delight. “can’t take it, huh?” eren said. you shook your head in response, staring at eren. “c-can take it,” you reassured, “w-wan’ it”, you whimpered.

“it’s all yours,” eren murmured against your skin, kissng down your body. he reached your dripping center, rubbing a finger through your slit with a groan. “so fucking wet” he said airily, before licking a stripe up your slit. he was sucking on your clit, alternating between suction and harsh kitten licks. 

his focus on your bundle of nerves had prevented you from noticing his finger that toyed with your entrance. he began to slip it inside of you and only then did you notice. “so tight,” eren marveled, grinning up at you. “only one finger and she’s sucking me like a vice, jean,” he said to the other boy, talking about you as if you weren’t there. it made your feel even more hot and bothered.

jean groaned from behind you and you could feel him push his hips up into your backside, his bulge evident. “think you’ll be able to take me inside?” jean teased, grinding into you more. you nodded, moaning loudly as eren slipped a second finger in.

“so loud, baby,” jean drawled, slipping two fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he said plainly, to which you obliged. eren was now pushing his fingers deeper inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot, his pace quickening. at the same time, he was placing kitten licks on your clit, the slight stimulation along with his fingers sending you into overdrive.

jean pulled his fingers from your mouth, a line of spit connecting the digits to your lips. “watch out, jaeger,” jean said, bringing his fingers down towards your clit. eren obliged with no rebuttal, moving his tongue away from your clit, jean’s fingers taking their place. 

“f-fuck,” you moaned before sighing, jean rubbing slow circles on your clit. his slow movements offered a grueling opposite to the fast pace of eren’s fingers. you couldn’t focus on the complexity of their actions, to consumed in the pleasure that those very actions were giving you.

“c-close!” you yelped, jean’s fingers rubbing quicker circles on your clit. eren’s pace remained fast, a squelching noise sounding throughout the room. “come on,” jean murmured into your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on the expanse of skin, “be good and cum for us,”.

you looked down to find eren’s sea green eyes already looking up at you. he smirked at you, that being the final push you needed. you squirmed in jean’s hold, your hips thrusting up in a static way. when you began to twist from oversensitivity, jean pulled his fingers away from your clit, and eren slowly pulled his fingers from your dripping hole.

“wanna taste?” eren teased, looking at you. you nodded, opening your mouth slightly. eren placed his fingers on your tongue, your lips wrapping around their circumference. you could taste yourself on his fingers, and you whimpered at the lewdness of the entire situation.

“so dirty,” eren groaned, pulling his fingers from your lips. “jus’ gonna leave me out,” jean grumbled from behind you, turning your head to face him. your neck craned awkwardly, but you ignored it because jean’s lips were on yours.

he pulled away with a smirk, looking over to eren. he pushed you up from where you sat in between his legs, one hand pushing your head down into the mattress. your ass was up in the air, jean still behind you. “i get to be inside her,” jean proclaimed from behind you. you looked up to see eren’s facial expression twist, “fuck if you do!” he sputtered from above you.

 you couldn’t take their bickering, you just wanted more, wanted them. “p-please,” you whimpered, so quietly that jean and eren almost hadn’t heard you. “just want something, anything,” you slurred, your drool falling onto the pillow. both boys scrambled at that, eren now standing in front of the edge of the bed, jean still behind you. 

jean lifted you up, setting you closer to the edge of the bed. you were on all fours now, eren’s cock now in front of you. he had taken off his boxers and you hadn’t notice before, but now you couldn’t help but notice, his hard cock right in front of you. the tip was a raspberry color, and leaking his arousal. 

before you could lower your mouth down to the tip, jean pulled you up by the hair. “gonna take care of us both, yeah?” he drawled in your ear, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance. you nodded, “y-yes!” you whimpered. jean laughed softly behind you before he pushed inside of your leaking hole.

“fuck,” he sighed, drawing out the ‘u’. “so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned. he bottomed out, allowing you a moment to adjust. he had let go of your hair now, letting you fall back onto all fours. you looked up at eren, the boy smiling back down at you. “come on, suck my cock, angel,” the boy beamed from above you. 

you nodded, wrapping your mouth around the tip of his cock. you licked at the underside, before prepping yourself to take his cock further down your throat. jean pulled almost all the way out from inside of you before thrusting back in harshly. the power behind his thrust made you almost ricochet forward, eren’s cock slightly deeper down your throat as you moaned loudly. 

“yeah, fuckin’ take it,” jean groaned from behind you, thrusting in and out of you now. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, along with the sound of you choking on eren’s cock and a collection of moans and groans. “so, so pretty,” eren admired you, his hand latching onto your hair.

“think you can take more?” he asked sincerely, looking down at you. you nodded as best as you could with eren’s cock in your mouth, as best as you could with the way jean was pounding you from behind. you let eren guide your mouth on his cock, your whimpers being muffled by his length.

he had pushed your head all the way down to the base, your nose brushing against the skin of his pelvis as you gagged once. jean had toned back the intensity of his thrust, mumbling, “that’s fuckin’ hot,” as he watched you take the entirety of eren’s cock down your throat. 

eren lifted your head off of his cock, smiling down at you, “did s’good,” he praised, his eyes taking in your pretty pink lips covered in spit, your lust-blown eyes looking up at his. jean took the moment to resume his harsh thrusts, pulling you back up by your hair once more. your back brushed against his chest as you moaned loudly, jean’s cock sliding against your walls.

your hand fell to eren’s cock, stroking him as best you could, trying not to become too consumed with the pleasure jean was giving you. “you like it?” jean groaned into your shoulder, biting the skin. his voice was shaky, and with the way his thrusts were stuttering, you could tell the pleasure was overwhelming him the same way it was you.

“l-love it! god lo-love it so so much!” you all but yelled. jean’s hand came barreling down on your ass. you lurched forward at the stinging contact, yelping before biting down on your bottom lip to contain the gurgled moan that threatened to fall from your mouth.

“think she liked that, jean,” eren said, looking at the boy behind you. jean took eren’s words as intiative, leaving another slap on your ass, this time rubbing at the skin softly after the harsh contact. “fuckin’ slut,” jean hissed from behind you, his hand still holding onto your hair tightly. “you like getting slapped around,” eren leaned closer to you now, his lips ghosting over yours.

he thumbed at your cheek, giving you a soft smile. before you could process it, his hand was coming in contact with your face, a slap being left on your check. the contact stung, but you reveled in it, desperate for more. your tongue had lolled slightly out of your mouth, moans falling from your lips along with slurred whimpers of ‘please!’.

jean let go of your hair, allowing you to focus your attention back on eren. your hand wrapped around his cock, your mouth suckling at the tip as your hand stroked where your mouth couldn’t reach. “so fuckin good-shit,” eren groaned from above you. you looked up to be met by the image of his head thrown back. he looked back down at you, his cheeks flushed pink, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth slightly agape.

“f-fuck gonna cum!” jean panted from behind you. “please!” you begged, “w-want it deep inside,” your words were slurred as you sucked on the tip of eren’s cock. your head bobbed on eren’s cock more enthusiastically now, desperate for him to reach his high the same time as jean. as you sucked on his cock, eren’s moans falling from his lips more freely now, one of jean’s hand had navigated its way down to your clit.

your body shivered at the feeling, jean rubbing fast circles on your bundle of nerves. “g-gotta cum first, angel,” his hips were stuttering, but he attempted to remain at a steady pace. with his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of you and his fingers playing with your clit, you came undone on jean’s cock. 

your second orgasm hit your harder than the first, the intense feeling causing an intense shudder to flow throughout your whole body. “gonna c-cum!” eren yelped from above you before his hot seed flooded your mouth. you swallowed as best as you could with his cock still in your mouth. you pulled off his cock, swallowing his cum, grimacing at the taste nonetheless.

jean was still thrusting in and out of you, his pace slowing as he got closer and closer to his high. “pl-please jean! need it,” you moaned loudly. jean’s hands gripped at your hips so harshly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had bruises on the skin the next morning, but you wouldn’t mind. it was all worth it when you heard jean coming undone from behind you, one long groan and then soft whimpers following.

“fuck,” he sighed, pulling out of you. your body slumped as you lay flat on the bed now. jean pulled you to lay against his chest as he rested against the heaboard. “watch, jaeger,” he said, still slightly panting in recovery from his high. “shit,” eren groaned at the sight of jean’s cum dribbling out of your hole. 

“bet it looks so good, huh?” jean drawled, hand rubbing circles on your left thigh. eren just nodded, his eyes laser-focused on your pussy. you panted, relaxing further in jean’s arms. eren had left for a moment, your eyes closing. he came back with a wet wash cloth, patting softly at your center, wiping the mix of your slick and jean’s cum from your inner thighs.

“did so good,” eren praised as he cleaned you up. “i think that was some amazing teamwork, on all of our parts” you joked. jean chuckled from behind you, eren smiling. “i could eat a grilled cheese,” eren said mindlessly. “come on,” you said, lifting your head up from jean’s shoulder before sliding to the edge of the bed. you stood up before slightly wobbling. you sat back down for a moment before you heard jean and eren snickering from behind you.

you laughed, turning to them with a playful glare, “shut the fuck up!”

fin

thank you 4 reading!! it took me a while to write the smut, but i’m glad this bad boy is finally finished:D

get some rest + take care of yourself!

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horror au! robin - head canons

pairing: male! robin x gender neutral! reader

warning(s): obsessive behavior, stalking, reader being a neglectful friend, masturbation, smoking (cigarettes), knives, slut shaming, killing, blood, robin holds intense resentment towards reader

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life! if you or someone you know is dealing with these behaviors, please seek out someone reliable for help whether that be someone in your support system or a professional. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

introducing...the new ghostface!

friends. that is all you guys have been for the past 18 to 19 years. friends and only friends. it’s been over a decade and nothing has gone forward. he loved you on one hand. you were his darling friend, the light of his life. you took on his debt and despite how hard it was, you came through every. single. week. he wished he wasn’t so weak but he did as much as he could to help you. after all, a small amount of money was still money. and even if it didn’t go to bailey’s payments, it could go to tailoring your clothes or your wardrobe or haircuts or riding lessons. he was satisfied to help you.

he didn’t like being left behind though.

it wasn’t a secret that robin adored you. he basically worshipped the ground you walked on. but outsiders can see that it wasn’t exactly reciprocated. you treated robin as nothing more than the outsider he already was.

you had managed to crawl your way up the social ladder, further reinforced by your relationship with whitney. life was...good. you were able to meet bailey’s payments on time and a few smart business decisions have led you to having a rather steady income of money. you got to live a more casual life now, no longer hustling.

you had friends, a partner. a nice life going for you.

without robin of course.

you visited him in his room. cuddled him, played with him, watched him play. sometimes you would lash out at him and use him to complain. he didn’t mind. he was your friend. he was here for you.

sometimes you didn’t like to play fair though. or even just for fun. you would get up close, tickle him, give him those sultry eyes that made him melt. or, on the rare occasion where you sat with him at lunch, you loved rubbing his thigh, moving closer and closer until he had you stop, face hot with embarrassment. he needed to make sure you were preoccupied after he left before running into the toilets and locking himself in a stall.

he would imagine you on top of him, with those sultry eyes and that signature smirk, cooing and telling him that you wanted him as you bounced on his dick. it was enough to send him over the edge only after a few strokes.

robin is quick to clean himself up and go to the class early to study. but his thoughts always trailed back to you and only you.

eventually, you occupied every crevice of his mind. you, you, you. you who were a friend. a good friend? not so much. he was starting to think that he was nothing more than pure entertainment to you, something to distract yourself as you complied to whitney’s demands and even rubbed it in his face sometimes.

he didn’t understand why he felt so...so...so angry sometimes! hand shaking, body trembling anger. he was great at hiding it though. but he just didn’t know why he was angry and what to do with it.

until, of course, he killed one of whitney’s friends.

it was an accident. or at least that’s what robin tells you. no, of course he doesn’t tell you that he killed whitney’s friend. it’s not like you care anyways. that particular person was an asshole to you. you simply lit your cigarette, took in the smoke, blew it out, and sighed. “good riddance.” a small smile crept on your face.

he didn’t tell you that the kid pulled out a knife and robin simply took control of it and stabbed him multiple times. it was the perfect way to get his anger out. stab after stab after stab, blood gushing from the wounds and spraying onto robin. his hair was messy and droplets of blood dripped down his cheeks.

he was horrified to see what he had done. dropped the weapon immediately, felt panic settle in his body. and yet, no one was around. pure dumb luck if anything.

robin took the knife with him, hurriedly walking back to the orphanage. he took the forest route over for safe measure and made a beeline for the bathroom to wash the blood off and the blood out of his clothes.

upon seeing the bruises he had, bailey simply sneered. “guess that useless waif finally learned how to fight back.”

robin spent days thinking about it, thinking about how the light left the student’s eyes. he could remember everything vividly, how they laughed at him and how they had the audacity to dishonor you. calling you a whore. a slut. you weren’t any of those things! it was just whitney’s influence...right?

and yet, the more he thought about it, the more it began to hit him. you have always been a slut and a whore. if anyone was a testament to that, it would be him, robin the orphan. you loved offering yourself but never fully giving yourself away. you would lewdly touch him in the cafeteria or while you guys were playing games. there were even times where you grinded up against him as he held you in his room. and what’s worse, it was as if you knowingly would bring whitney back to your room and moan as loud as possible for his name. his fucking name.

it took robin weeks to finally settle on the fact that he resented you. for a lot of reasons. like being able to get popular and for people to stop bullying you eventually. or just for feeling free. or smoking and causing his room to inadvertently smell like smoke. purposely fucking with whitney against the wall.

you’d also just...abandon him. leave him. hang out with someone else. you didn’t even come over anymore to mess with him. he missed your touch and how you would tease him. never did he think he would say that but he did.

some days you’d hang out with sydney, help around his dad’s shop. beckon a customer to the back to demonstrate a toy or follow whitney out into a nearby alleyway to test a strap on.

other days you were whitney.

and there was the occasion where you’d be with kylar. which was strange because you didn’t like him. among the many things you complained about to robin were kylar following you around and trying to get you into the cupboard.

robin wasn’t sure about him. but he sound found that kylar would become his greatest ally.

he had endured another blind fit of rage, completely white. he saw only white. he couldn’t recall anything aside from the squishy flesh breaking under his knife and his heavy breathing. fucking bastard. another one of whitney’s friends.

he didn’t expect to hear a gasp and turned his head fast in the direction of the noise. there was kylar, watching. was that...awe in his eyes? such a strange thing.

“i...i-i know how to get rid of the body.” he mutters. “le-let me help.”

with kylar’s helped, they got rid of the body and as robin was about to rush back to the orphanage, kylar gripped onto his sleeve, asked him how he managed to do it, to kill. robin didn’t know the answer. “i-i...i just got tired.” he purses his lips. “being picked on. forgotten.” his voice sounded bitter when he said the word forgotten.

kylar seemed to understand immediately. “m-meet me at the park tomorrow.”

“huh?” but before robin could object, he was gone.

that day at the park changed everything. robin became aware that kylar didn’t like him. but he found that having a partner in crime would help. robin would do the killing and kylar would clean up. maybe kylar would even kill once in a while. and to top it all off, they came to an agreement that they wanted to pick off the people around you one by one.

“we’ll need disguises.” robin said. “i know a place.” so he took the smaller boy to the forest shop. it was an old costume, two of them. one of them fit robin snugly while the other needed some tailoring for kylar. they came with masks. “this will do the job.”

the next few weeks were...chaotic, to say the least. you didn’t know what was happening. people were disappearing left and right. sure you didn’t mind that a few assholes at school got clocked. if anything, you would say they deserved it. they had it coming with their activities.

and yet, feelings of dread would settle within you almost every night. something was off, amiss.

your feeling of dread was right when you walked into the changing rooms behind the counter. you were trying to find sydney. after all, someone had decided it would be funny to pour acid over your clothes and you needed a new top and bottom.

and yet what you stumbled upon was horrifying.

there was blood all over the walls, splattered. slumped over was sydney’s body, his eyes blank and his glasses broken. his necklace was broken, as if pulled off, and discarded next to his hand. above his head, written on the mirror in blood, was simply the word SINNER. ++++ Trauma

your popularity drastically declined because it was clear as day that you were at the center of all disappearances (which people now presumed were just murders with sydney’s untimely death). you didn’t know what to do.

robin would sit quietly and listen to you complain and you wouldn’t notice how he looked...bored. he was listening, sure, but his mind was preoccupied with the next target he had lined up. whitney would be his white whale, his moby dick. and he had another plan lined up as well, unbeknownst to kylar.

you also started getting cryptic calls, calls from an unknown person. they’d call the landline (you didn’t even know that people still used them), asking for you, giving you mild threats that would eventually involve to threats that made your insides feel like jelly. and not in the good way when whitney would actually go down on you and you’d look down at him as he did it.

you even saw a figure in a mask, a white mask wearing black clothes. they’d appear on the streets after you left the brothel, heading back to the orphanage. you mostly thought it was your imagination since you were always tired and your mental health was not the best.

you begged bailey for help, saying that you were being harassed. sometimes, it even felt like you were being watched. he only scoffed. “that’ll be an extra £3000. think you can handle it?” he raises an eyebrow as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

you can handle it. surely. money was only temporary. safety was of the upmost importance.

except you ran out of funds. you were barely making the weekly rent with your own debt on top of robin’s. and you had to give up the safety aspect. and you knew the police wouldn’t do anything. briar liked you but he wouldn’t do anything either. maybe darryl can help? but it might cost a lot of money and you didn’t have that.

robin listened to your complaints, listened to your fears. he loved how your voice shook with fear as you talked to him, tears welling up in your eyes. and eventually, as he told you it was his bedtime, you said, “please. can i stay with you?”

“uh, sure.” he smiles. and he adored how you shook in his arms that night, cuddled into him, afraid. your body eventually stopped shaking but he couldn’t stop looking at you, seeing how the moonlight brushed against your skin. he held you close. kylar could only wish for this. you had trusted him enough to sleep in his arms. and he wouldn’t want anything else besides this.

in a time of distress, you had come to him. come to robin, your friend from the orphanage. the boy you had always been friends with. and it was nice to not be neglected for once.

robin was...very surprised to see that kylar had a mansion. he didn’t expect the small boy to live in such a daunting house. it was also kind of rancid too but he wouldn’t say anything. ironically, the orphanage was better than this.

“we-we can use the basement for our final plan.” he smiles. “it’ll be perfect. i-i will take care of my beloved-”

“no. i will.” robin looks at him and sees his grip tighten on his knife. “listen, (y/n) trusts me more than they trust you. all they know is that you’re a creep.” he ignored the glare. “you can take on whitney. you did it during halloween right? well, just do it again. whitney won’t see you coming.” he smirked. “it’s perfect, really. and after you get whitney-”

“i chase you guys here. i know, i know.” kylar grumbled some incoherent after that. but robin didn’t care.

that night, you were more relaxed than normal. well, aside from complaining to robin about how you didn’t see whitney today. would you ever shut up about him?

normally whitney wouldn’t leave you hanging. but this time he did and you were concerned. not that he would care.

you screamed when the door barged open, a figure in a mask and black clothes being the person who interrupted you. and they were holding a sharp, glimmering knife. they went for robin first. “get out! run!”

“bailey! bailey!” yeah sure, he was no good. but he should be of some use right- oh. you gasped seeing that he was tranqed, out of commission. “no, no, no! bailey!” you felt tears brimming in your eyes.

“oh (y/n)!” a voice chimes. it sounded exactly like it did on the phone.

“fuck this.” you manage to weave your way out and run out of the orphanage. where were the orphans? why weren’t they here? was it just you and robin alone-

“(y/n)!”

you screamed. “don’t do that!”

robin gripped onto your shoulder, pressing down a wound at his abdomen. “come on! let’s go!” he began guiding you down the street and into a rather creepy looking mansion. how have you never seen it before? you came here often.

“it doesn’t matter what you’re thinking! just get in!” robin pushes you inside and he makes a beeline for the basement. you don’t think it’s the smartest idea until hearing a hissing sound upstairs. maybe the basement was fine.

robin closed the door behind you both and you screamed. “whitney! oh my god!” you ran over, looking at him. his eyes were slightly cloudy and he had some dried blood on his clothes. it seemed some of the cuts he got were only shallow. you removed the gag and untied his hands. “whitney! can you hear me?”

“fucking!” he muttered. “fucking kylar! that little bastard!”

“kylar? kylar? do you think kylar is behind this?” you look at robin, who is slumped against the wall.

“maybe? no idea. i mean, he’s only been stalking you right?” he sounds sarcastic.

“now is not the time to be witty!” you help whitney out of the chair.

“i can stand on my own slut.” the blond shoves you off and teeters slightly before regaining balance.

“and now i’m trapped in a basement!” you eventually sat down, trying to catch your breath. “what the fuck!”

“you said it.” whitney searches his pockets before pulling out a box of his smokes.

“don’t smoke in here.” robin glares at him.

“and why not?” he puts a cigarette in his mouth, holding it between his lips.

“because you’re going to give us all second hand smoke, obviously. (y/n) can’t exactly give you blowjobs if their lungs are black like yours.”

whitney let the cigarette fall out of his mouth. never had robin been confident enough to say such a thing, to fire back. he mumbled something incoherent.

the silence in the room is heavy. well, it’s silent aside from the heavy breathing from all of you. “how long do you think that creep has had his eye on you?” whitney finally asks.

“no idea.” you shake your head.

even after he had gotten stabbed, you didn’t bother to check up on him. maybe if you did, you would realize that the blood was only beet juice with a corn starch slurry and a drop of red dye.

the door bursted open again and you screamed. there he was, the killer. ghostface you might say. only because he was wearing the mask of that popular slasher everyone was thirsting over. “well, well. look what we have here.” they say.

“fucking bastard. i’m going to-”

“WHITNEY!”

the sound of a knife leaving the flesh filled your ear and you watched whitney hunch over, holding his stab wound. it didn’t...seem lethal. “you’re still drugged up. know how i can tell? your moves are sluggish.” the person laughs before looking at robin. “have you been sitting there the whole time? get up!”

“geez.” robin dryly laughs as he stands, normally. as if he hasn’t been injured.

“here’s your knife.” the figure puts another knife into robin’s hand.

“wait a minute...fuck! that’s hampton’s knife!” whitney exclaims. “you! you killed hampton!”

you felt the blood leave your face upon hearing that, glancing between the two figures. “wait...robin...” your voice came out as a whimper.

“w-will you kill him already!” the other figure exclaims before removing his mask and hood, taking deep breaths. “it’s hard to breathe under that thing.”

“kylar!” you glanced between the two of them. “robin...is that even blood?”

“oh! this?” he wipes some off of his skin and licks it. you ignored the feeling of heat below your waist seeing his tongue skillfully lick the liquid off his finger. “beet juice. corn slurry to thicken it. looks like the real thing at a distance you know.”

“y-you two.” your voice cracked. you were strong. the strong orphan. robin’s protector. right? a protector never let their fear show through.

kylar tosses robin a white box. “hi (y/n).” robin speaks in that familiar, haunting voice. a voice you only held over the phone.

“fuck! you two!” you felt like crying.

“yeah. obviously.” robin bends down, looking at whitney in his eye. he brushes his fringe aside using his knife, letting the edge graze his skin. “looks like you’re bleeding out.”

whitney spat at his face. “it’s going to take more than that to kill me.”

“and yet,” robin drops the box and opens his free hand. kylar presses a dart into his palm. the orphan is quick to immediately push the dart into whitney’s neck. “you’re all drugged up. not much of a delinquent now, are you? does the drug make the blood thinner?”

“i-i think so.” kylar closes the door behind him.

“well then.” robin smirks.

“robin...robin please!” you beg.

“oh (y/n). it’s too late. i mean, this is what you get for neglecting me for him.” he sneered. “whitney of all people? who treated you like trash? harassed you? coerced you? he’s fucking terrible!”

“like you’re better? or kylar?” it came out before you could stop it.

“actually, yeah. even kylar is better than whitney.” robin twirled the knife in his hand. “i guess you like to be treated like shit, huh? i could treat you so much better! but no!” he stabs whitney who lets out a scream of pain. “you had to go for the one person who made your life a living hell!” he stabs him again. and again and again and again and again.

“robin! robin stop!” you were covering your ears in an attempt to block out the sound of your boyfriend screaming. but it barely did anything.

“and you rubbed in the fact that you were seeing whitney! fucking him in your room! always telling me how much you enjoyed it when you forced you to your knees at school! rubbing me at school! teasing me while we played video games! even rubbing up against me while i worked at my lemonade stand! you had the audacity to be such a fucking whore!” stab. stab. stab. stab. stab.

whitney stopped screaming. and it meant one thing.

robin was panting, blood all over his shirt and splattered at parts of his face. thankfully none got into his mouth. “and you ignored me. you neglected me even though you said i was your friend.”

“pl-please. i’m so-sorry-”

“sorry isn’t enough (y/n)!” he stands, once again twirling the knife in his hand. “you only came to me for your own validation! i was only your friend when you could use me to vent! you even persecuted me! blamed me!” he laughs. “i’m not your doormat anymore.”

your breathing became quiet and tears threatened to spill. robin’s voice was usually sweet, quiet, gentle. and yet, here he was. there was nothing but malice and resentment and anger, dripping off his words like poison.

“f-finally. my beloved.” kylar mutters before robin stops him.

“remember the plan. have to make it look like whitney killed everyone. it will be so easy to frame him.” robin smirks. “and that includes real wounds.”

“fi-fine. i’ll go first.”

robin clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “no, no, no. me first. and if you go first,” he lowers his voice to a whisper. “you can get (y/n) first.”

kylar’s eyes brightened. “fine. go ahead, stab me- OW!”

“it’s going to hurt obviously.” robin pulled the knife out.

“you guys are absurd!” you exclaimed. “you really think the police will believe this?”

“they’ll believe us more than you. i mean, let me think about it...you are on record. you got arrested during multiple brothel raids.” robin pretends to think before stabbing kylar again. “if anything, we could also frame you!”

you closed your eyes, covering your ears, trying to block out the scene. you didn’t want to see. you didn’t want to be here. this was all just a bad dream. that was it. an extensive nightmare. you will wake up, safe in robin’s arms. and robin would be the sweet boy you’ve known since you were kids.

“ro-robin! you need to stop!” kylar whimpered. “i-i’m feeling a little woozy here!”

“well that’s too bad.” robin delivers one final stab, pushing the knife as deep as possible into kylar’s chest. he smiles as he pulls it out and watches kylar collapse onto the ground.

you slowly open your eyes upon hearing footsteps, watching robin walk over. he bends down and cocks his head to the side. “look at you. so frightened. so...weak.” he scowls. “just like me. or at least, how i used to be.” he laughs, holding up the knife in front of your face. “at last, i finally have you.”

“ro-robin. please.” you let a few tears slip.

“you’re so lucky i still have a soft spot for you.” he smiles. “and now, you’re also all mine. i can treat you better. better than any of these assholes.” he gestures to the limp bodies behind him. “so what do you say? i mean, you kind of have no choice.” he twirls the knife in his hand.

you swallow the ball in your throat. “i-i’ll be yours.” you managed to whisper.

“good, good. we’ll have so much fun together~”

[uncpanda]

Requests are Open!

Today’s prompt List is brought to you by my itunes library. I decided to take titles of songs and song lyrics and use them as theme prompts! I hope you enjoy them. 

The way today’s requests will work is as follows. Pick a song, and send in a number and a character. In three to six weeks you should have a one shot (Depends on my work schedule) . If you would like to be tagged in your request please make sure to leave it with your username. If you would like the reader to be Gender Neutral please let me know, I tend to default to female. I do not write male readers. 

I have decided to open 30 slots for the song recs, and I also have 5 slots for people to request original ideas. Please remember while I may hint at things I do not write NSFW. 

If you don’t see the character you want written on the list below please feel free and message me to see if I write for them! Thank you and have a great day! Prompts and Characters are below.

1) Almost Maybes- Jordan Davis 

2) Look What God Gave Her -Thomas Rhett 

3) Die a Happy Man- Thomas Rhett 

4) The House that Built Me- Miranda Lambert 

5) Tennessee Whiskey- Chris Stapleton

6) Your Man - Josh Turner 

7)  You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive- Patty Loveless 

8)  Forever and Ever Amen- Randy Travis 

9) Don’t Forget to Remember Me- Carrie Underwood 

10) What Makes a Good Man- The Heavy 

11) Something More- Sugarland 

12) Running on Sunshine- Jesus Jackson 

13) Nobody- Dylan Scott 

14) All My Ex’s Live in Texas- George Strait 

15) Whatta Man- Salt-N-Pepa 

16) Just Like Fire- P!nk 

17) Fantasy- Mariah Carey 

18) Gettin’ You Home- Chris Young 

19) Good Directions- Billy Currington 

20) It’s 2 A.M.- Shemekia Copeland 

21) Life Changes- Thomas Rhett 

22) Mine- Taylor Swift 

23) Man in the Mirror- Michael Jackson 

24) Skinny Dippin’- Whitney  Duncan 

25) Settlin’ -Sugarland 

26) Stronger  - Kelly Clarkson

27) T-shit- Thomas Rhett 

28) That Don’t Impress Me Much- Shania Twain 

29) This- Darius Rucker 

30) 10,000 Hours -Dan + Shay 

31) Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham! 

32) Toxic-  Britney Spears 

33) There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back- Shawn Mendes 

34) Sucker- Jonas Brothers 

35) Miss Independent- Kelly Clarkson

36) Lady- Brett Young 

37) It Won’t Be Like This for Long - Darius Rucker 

38) High Hopes- Panic! at the Disco

39) Death of a Bachelor- Panic! at the Disco 

40) Where You Lead I Will Follow- Gilmore Girls Theme Song 

41) Undisclosed Desires - Muse 

42) Meet Me In the Woods - Lord Huron

43) Don't You Tread on Me-  Matt Maeson

44) So Good- Joan

People I’m writing For 

1) Aaron Hotchner

2) Steve Rogers

3) Bruce Wayne

4) Dick Grayson

5) Derek Morgan

6) Jason Todd

7) Rafael Barba

8) Matt Simmons

9) Lex Luthor (Smallville)

10) Barry Allen

11) Tony Stark

12) Elijah Mikaleson

13) Marcel Gerard

14) Klaus Mikaelson x reader 

If you think of anyone else you can either message me or drop and ask in the ask box to see if I’ll write for them :)

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: ̗̀➛ rules !

—♡ i won't write !

gore / extreme injuries

nsfw

pedophilia

incest

yandere (nothing against people who write yandere content, i just personally find it uncomfortable to write)

—♡ i will write !

fluff

angst

suggestive (on occasion, this is mostly a fluff blog tho!)

oneshots

scenarios

headcanons

character interactions

x reader (reader will always be written as gender neutral unless a request asks otherwise)

character x character

AUs

general / platonic content

—♡ characters i'll write !

♡ please forgive me if there is a character you wanted to request but isn't on this list! i just have my own preferences of who i write and which ones are easier.

◦ kanto ◦ red, green, blue, yellow, brock, misty, lt. surge, erika, sabrina, lorelei, lance

◦ johto ◦ gold, silver, kris, falkner, bugsy (platonic only), whitney, morty, jasmine, claire, karen, ethan, lyra

◦ hoenn ◦ brendan, may, wally, roxanne, flannery, winona, tate & liza (platonic only), wallace, steven

◦ sinnoh ◦ dawn, lucas, barry, candice, volkner, cynthia

◦ unova ◦ hilda, hilbert, rosa, nate, cheren, bianca, hugh, cilan, chili, cress, elesa, skyla, iris, grimsley, shauntal, caitlin, n

◦ kalos ◦ calem, serena, prof. sycamore, alexa, viola, korrina, clemont, valerie

◦ alola ◦ hau, lillie, gladion, prof. kukui, prof. burnet (platonic only), ilima, lana, mallow, kiawe, acerola (platonic only), guzma, plumeria, mina, hapu (platonic only), kahili

◦ galar ◦ hop, bede, marnie, leon, sonia, milo, nessa, kabu (platonic only), allister (platonic only), bea, melony (platonic only), piers, raihan, klara, avery

◦ paldea ◦ nemona, penny, arven, clavell (platonic only), jacq, dendra, miriam, katy, iono, tulip, grusha, rika, giacomo, mela

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Jack Thompson Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Welcome to the Neighborhood! - Part One  Part Two - F!X ☀️ Jack Thompson is moving into a suburban neighborhood to conduct surveillance on a man named Charles who lives across the street. Thompson needs information, but when is over-friendly next door neighbor drags him to a neighborhood barbecue he gets more than he bargained for.

Like I’m Gonna Lose You - F!X ☁️☀️⭐️ Y/N is one of the best science agents the SSR has ever seen. She started dating Jack Thompson a few months ago, when he finally got past his “men are superior” mindset. Now, a new issue arises for the couple when Y/N gets a shot at a mission in the field.

Baker’s 200 - F!X ☀️ Peggy and Sousa are finally getting married, and Y/N volunteered to make all the cupcakes and cookies for their engagement party. It’s a big order though, so she’s gonna need a little help. Fortunately, her husband Jack Thompson is around to help get the job done.

Told You - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N is an SSR agent on a mission with Ray Krzeminski and her boyfriend, Jack Thompson. Jack learned a while ago that he should never bet against Y/N, but Krzeminski still has a few lessons to go.

Newspaper - F!X ☀️ Y/N and Jack Thompson have been married for a while, and have recently made it to the other side of the ordeal with Whitney Frost and Vernon Masters. Now, as Vernon Masters’ coconspirators are going through their lengthy trials, the members of the group who still have some power are doing everything they can to discredit the SSR agents who brought them down. Fortunately for Jack, he and his wife have a bond like none other.

Kitty Captain - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N adopted a new cat from her niece, and tonight’s the night her boyfriend Jack meets the cat. Unfortunately for Jack, the cat doesn’t take well to someone distracting Y/N and taking attention away from giving pets and food. Jack’s going to have to make amends unless he wants the new cat making his life hell.

Partner in Crime - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N is a SHIELD agent on Coulson’s team, recently returned from a long deep-cover mission. She’s hoping to get some much needed rest when a call from Coulson shatters those hopes. What starts as a frustrating experience with a seriously out of touch time-traveler might turn out to be exactly what she’s been hoping for.

Uncovered Feelings - X ☀️ Peggy and Daniel have been ignoring and avoiding their feelings for each other forever. Everyone in the office knows it, and all they want is for the pair to stop longing and finally get together. When Y/N finds them having a moment in the bullpen and decides to spy, however, PeggySous might not be the only couple finally having a breakthrough if Jack Thompson has anything to say about it.

Hospital - X ☁️☀️⭐️ Daniel and Peggy have finally admitted feellings for each other, and Y/N didn’t want them wasting a single second before finally going out on a long-awaited date. As one of the couple’s best friends and a long-time SSR scientist, they sent Peggy and Daniel off and promised to shut down the office safely. However, when Y/N picks up an emergency call to the office about a certain blond New York SSR Chief, they have some serious decisions to make about someone they haven’t always had the best relationship with.

Sleep Talker - X ☀️ Y/N and Jack have been friends for a little while now, and Y/N’s had a crush on him almost as long. Despite that, their relationship has been firmly in the friends category. That might just change, however, when they’re both stuck working the night shift together at the SSR.

Knockout Gas - X ☀️ Y/N is a scientist at the SSR and has been dating Jack Thompson for a while. They decide to tag along to the SSR on a weekend with Jack, since he has some work he needs to do and they have an experiment they want to keep working on. Unfortunately for Jack (and the SSR’s lab organization), Y/N has a tendency to get to Howard Stark levels of crazy when they’re in the zone and determined to get an idea to work.

Head Cold - F!X ☀️ Jack Thompson’s a notorious workaholic who doesn’t stop for anything, even a cold that’s almost completely knocked him out. Thankfully, Y/N’s around to make sure he takes care of himself, and she’s not about to let his stubborn nature win.

Scotch on the Rocks - X ☁️☀️ Y/N is a bartender at one of the best dive bars in New York, and really loves their job. Except, that is, for the nights when Jack Thompson comes in to hassle them. Things may change, however, when Y/N gets closer to Jack than they ever planned on getting.

Road Trip  - F!X ☁️☀️⭐️ Y/N followed Daniel to LA when he left, thinking it would be an escape from all the headaches in New York. Then, the headache followed her to LA. And got himself shot. Now, he needs to go back to New York, but since he's still recovering from a few bullets to the chest, he's not cleared to fly. It's also not the safest thing for him to drive across the country by himself, so he'll need somebody to go with him. And Y/N is about to get roped into doing it.

Loveable Asshole - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Jack have always had a flirty relationship, but every time Jack tries to take it further by asking Y/N on a date, she shuts it down. He usually doesn't let it bother him, but when the pair gets stuck working the night shift together, he's determined to finally understand.

Welcome Back - X ☀️✨ Jack's been recovering in the hospital and at home for the last month since he got shot, and now he's finally allowed back in the office in LA. Y/N has been dating Jack since before all that, and after such a long month full of hardships, they get Rose, Peggy, and Daniel's help putting together a surprise welcome back party for Jack as a break from everything they've been going through.

Fallen Angel - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N has been working with Peggy since the start of the Howard Stark case, and now she’s sitting in an interrogation room facing Daniel, Dooley, and the man she thought she might love, Jack Thompson. But when he disappoints her just like all the other men in the office who made assumptions about her and her association with Stark, is there any chance for him to repair the relationship? Or are they done forever?

How Not To Impress Your Future Inlaws - F!X ☁️☀️ Jack Thompson and Y/N are undercover at a gala, looking for Vernon Masters. He’s not there, but they might just find someone (or two someones) worse, especially since Y/N has a giant secret crush on Jack Thompson and is in the middle of pretending to be his girlfriend for their jobs.

A Reverse Steve Rogers - X!F ☀️✨ Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it’s going to be interesting.

Matchmakers - F!X ☀️✨ When Y/N is the first female agent allowed to work the night shift, side by side with Jack Thompson, Peggy and Daniel want to make sure she doesn't miss the hint.

The Most Important Mission of All - X ☀️✨ Jack and his SO have been dating for a long time, and now he has something very important to ask.

History - F!X ☁️☀️ Jack's ex-fiance left New York and moved to LA to start fresh after she realized he would never see her as an equal. Now, however, their paths might be crossing again, and Jack Thompson's managed to have a lot of growth since the last time they saw each other.

What The Fuck Is A Grid System - X ☀️✨⭐️ Jack Thompson's a New Yorker, dammit, and when Peggy and Daniel leave him to find his own way through the winding streets of LA with only some shaky directions as guidance, he might need a little help from a local to see him through.

[bentforkent]

earth-shattering, red roses

penelope garcia x gender neutral!reader

a/n: here is my very hesitant, very obscure, and very late submission for @veraiconcos​ fic challenge. is there a market for penelope x reader fics? dunno, but there should be. penelope rights. 

tagging sweet @gaystevie​ 

content warnings: none - this is half fluff, half angst :) 

word count: 1842

in which you’re penelope’s online friend and she develops a crush on you. 

“and then i just,” penelope pauses to hold up a pair of campy earrings to the camera, “pick out some earrings, and i’m good to go!” after putting the jewelry on, she turns her face to model. her hair is pulled back into a bun, adorned with some fluffy hot pink hair accessory. 

“looks cute, pen,” you muse, watching her pose on your tiny phone screen. penelope looks at you with a wide smile. there’s a piece of your hair sticking up and out of place, and she desperately wants to reach out and smooth it out. her thumb twitches.

 “alright my sweet soulmate,” she starts with a smile. you know what’s coming.  “it’s time for me to head to work.” 

you pout at her pixelated face. “already?”

“unfortunately, dear,” she says, but despite feeling reluctant to hang up, her words come out as cheery as ever. 

“alright, penny. have fun at work,” you say, and as soon as she acknowledges your farewell and offers her own, the screen goes black with nothing but a tri-tone to signal the end of the call. 

 you and penelope met seven months ago on some new, groundbreaking virtual world game. penelope’s character was a fairy, with wings that glowed so much she had to have paid extra to have them. (she hadn’t. she just hacked into the fairly new and easy-to-bypass code and given her character the virtual wardrobe of her dreams.) she made a point to keep true to herself, even through her tiny computer alter-ego.

 the two of you often floated in the same circles as you played the game. you were funny, always typing something witty into the chat, and she quickly found herself very fond of you. she let her fingers hover over her keyboard before typing out her first message to you. after the whole “fisher king” fiasco, she respectfully refrained from contacting people on the internet, resigning herself to admiring from afar. but you were different. you had interacted with penelope already, exchanging compliments and working together to solve quests in the game. you knew her, and she knew you, but direct message felt like a new realm. it felt...intimate. 

when you replied to her first message, a simple “hi penelope!” with a butterfly emoji attached for good measure, penelope nearly flew out of her desk chair; she was so excited.  she quickly typed back to you, punctuating with approximately two million exclamation points and a link to her own personal social media. you smiled widely to yourself watching penelope’s chat appear on your computer screen. 

over the next months, you and penelope had become practically inseparable. well...virtually, at least. you lived much too far from penelope, and penelope much too far from you.  your distance spanned one timezone and a handful of states, but with how often you two talked, you always felt close. you learned her favorite color, her favorite movie, her favorite tv shows. she learned your guilty pleasure snack, your nighttime routine, and your favorite song to drive to. after 12am, you’d whisper into the phone receiver about your day, telling her about everything that bothered you or brought you joy. penelope revelled in these chats. listening to you was the best part of her day. this was your friendship, and it was good. 

 but recently things had been ever-so-slightly different. penelope lingers on a phone call even though she is exhausted, just to hear your voice. she proof-reads her text messages multiple times before sending them out--who does that? the red heart emoji is fast becoming her most used, taking the place of the pink one. the pink one is platonic, it’s always been platonic, and the red one is romantic. how is this happening? often, penelope lies in bed, imagining you’re laying against each other with your hands entangled. she reaches and rests her hand on the other side of the bed, where you would lie if you were there. sometimes, when she’s really tired, she believes she can feel you.

when thinking about this, penelope’s chest feels tight in the most exhilarating way. she’s confused, naturally. the last time she felt this way was when she thought she had real feelings for derek. (she’d buried whatever feeling that was way deep down in the depths of her brain.)

 could it be love if you had never touched? no. no, penelope is a romantic, but she’s also a realist. this can’t be love, not yet. but...a crush. the realization of the word seeps into her bloodstream, setting each cell in her body on fire. it’s a nice fire, a warm fire, a fire that flickers in pink flames. penelope spins around a few times in her work desk chair. 

gee, how lucky is she that she’s got her own little cave here? no one to interrupt her private moment of reckoning...although, now that she thinks of it, it’s not much of a “moment” from the outside. it’s not like her cheeks are stained red and there’s a sign on her forehead that reads “i have a crush!” any one of her coworkers could walk in right now and have no clue anything is any different. (penelope forgets that she’s terrible at hiding things and that she works with trained behavioral profilers.) she pauses a minute, staring at the door, half-expecting hotch to walk in and chew her out for not looking up white males in nebraska, or something. 

 penelope smoothly rolls her chair over to where her cell phone rests. she really shouldn’t be making a personal call at work, she thinks, but she also really shouldn’t have hacked into reid’s work computer and changed everything in english into tagalog last week. penelope can’t remember the last time she genuinely cared about the FBI’s rules. (in her defense, it took spencer like--half of a second to figure out what the unfamiliar language was, and a whole work day to understand it. she was teaching him!) 

 she picks up the phone, grinning as she swipes through recent text notifications of you updating penelope on your day. she finds the “call” button quickly, and waits as it begins to ring.

“penelope?” you question upon answering. “i’m at work, i can’t really talk right now.” you sound happy, despite the intrusion penelope knows she’s providing.

 “no, i know,” penelope replies, twirling a pen in her free hand. she taps her foot quickly. “which is why i’ll make this super quick.” she drags out the word ‘super’ like it tastes like candy.  “i have a crush on you. an earth-shattering, red roses, big crush on you.”

“oh,” you gasp, surprised. “oh! yeah!” you shake your head quickly, as if trying to wake yourself from a dream. all penelope can hear on the other line is the swooshing of air. “yeah, penny, me too. definitely me too. by that i mean, i have a crush on you too.” you’re stumbling, tripping over the words in your haste to get them out, but neither one of you seem to notice. all you can tell is the grin on your face is starting to hurt your cheeks, and all penelope can tell is that if she pulls her knees any closer to her chest she might squish herself. 

 “okay, cool,” penelope says through a smile. 

 you give a breathy laugh. “i really do have to go, though. i’ll definitely talk to you later, though. bye, penny,” you say, and hang up before giving penelope the chance to quip a witty goodbye. 

 you like her back, penelope thinks, the harps playing in her head making her feel like a juvenile pining after someone on the playground. her stomach flutters. the angelic voices in her head are singing, something that sounds like a warbled, choral version of “i wanna dance with somebody” by whitney houston. she closes her eyes, and relishes in it. 

after a second, the stark silence in penelope’s office startles her into reality. 

what is this?

what is she doing?

 oh, fuck, she thinks. tears well in her eyes. what is she doing? this is so unrealistic, penelope thinks, berating herself. you’re far away, only connected to her through a phone screen. it’s a great sentiment to have this sweet crush, yeah, but it’s not practical. not real. it’s not like penelope would ever be in a position to pack up and fly to you, and after hearing you gush about your job just the night prior, she knows you certainly feel the same.

 and then she feels like shit for even calling, for even telling you that she felt this way. it would cause nothing but problems. penelope pauses, in her brain. no, it wouldn’t even cause problems! being with you is so incredibly far-fetched that there isn’t even a “will they, won’t they” debate. any problem is solved with a simple “won’t they.” no, this wouldn’t cause problems, but it would cause heartache, and she should’ve known better. penelope thinks she’s feeling a bit of that heartache now. she sniffles, toying with a tiny plush pig she keeps perched on her desk. sometimes penelope just gets blinded by the butterflies. it’s her best trait and most fatal flaw.

 there’s a knock at her door. derek. 

 “hey babygirl,” he says, pushing open the door and leaning into the doorframe. “what are you doing for lunch?” 

 with her back turned to him, she rubs at her eyes delicately, trying very hard not to mess up her makeup. “uh, i brought my thermos. soup,” she says, clawing desperately at the bubbly personality she can feel slipping away from her for today. she’s just down in the dumps. 

 “hey, what’s wrong?” derek asks, instantly picking up on her sour mood. he steps into her office and closes the door behind him. 

 penelope turns to him, eyes rimmed in red, and gives him a half smile. derek, sweet derek, always so in tune with penelope, is looking at her intently, worry written in every crease of his face. penelope always feels lucky to have him, but especially in this moment. in a rush of emotion, she stands, flings her arms around his neck and pulls him in to a tight hug. 

 derek chuckles. “i love you too.” 

 penelope pulls away with a half-hearted chuckle, swatting the air as if to get rid of the negative emotions plaguing her office. “you come in here with your big muscles and your pretty face and somehow you’ve got me crying in your arms.” she laughs again, slightly more enthusiastic this time. 

 derek pulls her to his chest again, holding her there without words. penelope lets out a deep sigh, releasing every single emotion she just ran through. 

she could deal with those later. she could deal with her royal mess with you later. right now, it didn’t matter. what mattered now was her office, her lunch, and derek morgan.

“derek?” she asks, voice small. he turns to her, prompting her to speak again. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

[whitneythebully]

Luxury (whitney x gender neutral reader)

warnings: degrees of lewdity (and whitney) is its own warning, but! mentions of harrassment/non con, abusive/controlling relationships, whitney being kinda nice for once

Your short little maid dress was ripped, thanks to some handsy patrons, and your feet were aching from being in crammed in heels since the Cafe opened. Not to mention how cold it was, and how dreadful the walk back to the orphanage had been.

You knew that taking the bus would be faster, but you couldn’t afford to spend even a dollar on something so frivolous. You’d take all the bus trips in the world, you told yourself, but only after you paid your debt for the week, and bought everyone gifts for the holidays.

To make matters worse, you were propositioned on the walk home. The sun was only just setting in the sky, but that didn’t stop a lanky man in a red convertible from pulling over beside you as you walked. He honked his horn and yelled for you to get in, telling you he’d make it worth your while if you could show him a good time. By the time you managed to stammer out that you weren’t selling, the man was livid.

He followed you for a solid minute, his convertible moving at a crawl so he could shout abuse at you, calling you a cock-tease, screaming at you that you were asking for it, parading around in such a short little dress.

You didn’t let your tears fall until after he had peeled off, not wanting to let the bastard see how much the words hurt. If life were easier, you wouldn’t have to wear shit like this just to make enough tips to scrape by.

By the time you reached your block, you didn’t have any more tears left to cry.

As you walked closer to the orphanage, you noticed someone leaning up against the side of the building. A lit cigarette dangling from their fingers was all it took for you to realize who it was.

“Where the fuck’ve you been?”

“W-Whitney? I was working.” Whitney says nothing, blowing smoke into your face instead of responding. After a few beats, you begin to wring your hands together. “...Have you been waiting long?”

“I’ve seen you hanging ‘round that freak in the library.” He interjects, taking a few fast steps towards you.

“Sydney?” You stumble back, tottering on your heels, but you refuse to take a step away from him. He’d only see that as a sign of weakness. “He’s my friend.”

“I don’t fucking care. He wasn’t at school today. And neither were you.” Whitney stares down at you, so close that you have to stare up at him to make eye contact. For a horrifying moment, you think he might put his cigarette out on your face. He had used your arms before, singeing you through your school shirts back before you started dating.

But he doesn’t. He flicks the butt away, letting it sizzle out onto the snowy pavement.

“So you better be real sure you were at work and not fucking around with that freak.”

“Sydney's an initiate at the temple, like me. We pray together and hang out at school, but that’s all.” You avert your eyes, a sigh falling from your lips. This was the last thing you needed after the shit-storm that was today.

You hated having to miss your classes, and you hated the detention that followed even more. But some days you simply can’t afford to go to class, especially with the holidays coming up.

You had to cut costs everywhere, even if that meant cutting down the time you spent not earning money. Going to school didn’t cost you anything, but it took up precious hours you could spend working.

If you worked hard during the day, you wouldn’t have to resort to walking the streets at night. Hell, you’d drop out of school completely if it meant you wouldn’t have to start selling yourself like Bailey expected you to do.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all you do together. Look at how you’re fucking dressed.” Whitney sneers, looking you up and down. “What, is the little church mouse into roleplay? Does he like it when you dress like a pretty maid for him?”

You shake your head in defeat. “I can’t do this tonight.”

You try to walk past him, but he blocks the way. Whitney's taller than you by at least a foot and broader than you could ever even dream of being. Usually, the size difference between you two makes your heart race and your thighs clench, but right now it’s only an irritation.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Something inside you snaps, the exhaustion from the day is still there but the surge of anger you feel is enough to give you one last book of energy.

“I’m tired, Whitney!” You’ve never yelled at him before, never expected to. And judging by the way he freezes up, he hadn’t either. Pushing past your initial shock, you continue. “I’ve been working all day, getting leered and pawed at by customers and having to face it all with a smile because I need the money! Everything hurts, I’m tired, and I just want to go to bed!”

“The fuck?” His face contorts into a snarl as he roughly grabs you by your waist. “You’re my bitch, and I don’t fucking remember giving you permission to whore yourself out.”

“I don’t have the luxury of being yours!” You yell, face red and hot despite the frosty temperature. You try to pull away from him, but he tightens his grip. “I… I’m not even making enough to scrape by as it is, and Bailey keeps raising my debt and-” Your voice cracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

It’s only then that your exhaustion comes back, hitting you at full force. You let out a sigh, shoulders slumping and eyes shutting. It’s taking every ounce of willpower to not melt into sobs. So much for being out of tears.

“Fucking idiot.” He grumbles, tugging you forward and making you stumble. Your arms move up to brace against him as your head bumps into his chest. He’s warm, despite the snowflakes floating around him, and you know if you let yourself relax, you’ll fall asleep right here and now. “Should’ve told me.”

“It wouldn’t change anything.” You murmur into the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling around it.

“How many times do I gotta tell you you’re mine before it sticks in that stupid head of yours.”

You don’t know how much you believe him. Sure, he didn’t let other people hurt you anymore, but you doubted his protective streak came from the kindness of his own heart. He probably just didn’t want anyone else’s sloppy seconds. But even if Whitney’s view of love was warped, he cared for you. And God knows you care for him as well.

A coldness settles over you, but you push it away by snuggling deeper into Whitney’s chest.

“I’m real tired, Whitney.” Your chest shudders as he pulls you closer to him, his grip so tight it could bruise. “I’m running out of ways to make money without…”

“Shut up.” He gives your hair a reprimanding tug, cutting you off. “No slut of mine is gonna be working the streets. Just let me take care of it, yeah?”

“Whit-”

“I didn’t ask for your permission, so keep your mouth shut. I take care of whats mine, you hear?”

You allow yourself to enjoy his comforting grip for a few moments more, before pulling back enough to meet his eyes. “Okay.” You murmur, grabbing onto his arm and leading him up the stairs to the front door. “Come take care of me, then.”

[classicrockshenanigans]

Hi, can I get a David bowie one please? Maybe something where the reader is also a singer? Thank you so much!

Pairing: David Bowie x Singer!Reader (reader is gender neutral)

Word Count: 1,534

Summary: Reader performs at a nightclub. They close the show with a haunting cover of “Heroes”, not knowing that the man himself is in the audience.

Warnings: Smoking

Author: Whitney

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 Also, reminder that requests are open!

Your heart pounds as you get ready to take the stage of the small club. It’s nerve wracking to take the stage even though you’ve performed here at least half a dozen times. You peak out from behind the curtain at the small crowd gathering around the stage. With all the lighting focused on the stage, and the cigarette smoke circling around the room it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly how many people are out there. 

The manager ushers you out there, and you get a bit better of a look at the crowd. It’s not as busy as you’ve seen before, but that doesn’t do much to ease your nerves. You wave to the crowd, feeling a little silly when you do so. Still the crowd welcomes you warmly with a few familiar faces looking up at you. You smile as you make your way up to the microphone.

“Hello, I’m (y/n),” you introduce yourself. 

You open the show with one of your original songs. You strum your guitar softly as your voice carries through the club. People listen intently, their eyes glued to you as you sing. The insecure side of you worries people are bored, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. The club that had been so loud just moments earlier, is captivated into near silence by you standing on the stage. Your voice lulling the chaos into peace. You do a couple more of your own songs before setting your guitar to the side. You make your way to the piano, taking a seat on the bench before clearing your throat.

This was the part of the performance you were the most concerned about. David Bowie was one of your favorite artists, and you’ve always considered singing one of his songs. 

One night while you were at your house tinkering on your own piano, you’d inexplicably begun playing “Heroes” in a low key. You’d sang the song in a whispery tone, and the way it sounded to you was so sad. You’d felt confident that it would add something to your performance, but as you sat on the stage preparing to cover the song in the same way your confidence was faltering. You consider making a small introduction, maybe provide an explanation. But as your hands begin shaking, you realize it’s now or never.

You begin playing the familiar tune on the piano. It’s a shock to you that your voice doesn’t quiver a bit when you begin singing. Instead you’re as confident in the words as you would’ve been if you’d written them yourself. You end your performance with this song, to a surprisingly enthusiastic response. You shyly bow and thank everyone before leaving the stage.

It takes a while for you to get calmed down. You step outside the club to the small alleyway to smoke a cigarette. Still feeling buzzed from your performance, your hand shakes a bit when you lift the cigarette to your lip to take a deep drag. You  lean your head against the wall as you exhale the smoke. The street seemed to exist in a completely different world than the club. It’s quiet and dark in the alley. Only the streetlights on the blue neon sign of the club provided any kind of light, and where you stood around the corner even that was muted. You close your eyes as you feel yourself slowly begin to unwind.

“I liked your performance,” a man’s voice interrupts your silence.

You open your eyes, and pull your head forward from it’s previous resting place against the wall. In the split second it takes to do this, you’re prepared to chase off some unwanted drunkard. Instead you see a thin figure leaning against the wall opposite of you. The blue neon hitting his angular face reveals his identity to be David Bowie himself. You want to say a thousand different words of praise, but instead you simply smile in an attempt not to seem starstruck. 

“Thank you very much,” you smile. 

“I must say I’m particularly fond of the last song,” he smirks. 

 “Me too,” you agree. “It’s my favorite. Although, I was afraid I might butcher it.” 

“Not at all,” he leans forward. “I’m a little envious I never thought to sing it that way.” 

Your heart is racing, sending a rush of blood to your cheeks. You know in the light you probably look purple, and for some reason your brain wants to replay a children’s film in your mind at this moment. 

“No need to be envious,” you tease. 

He steps forward, taking the cigarette from your lips. He takes a drag from it before giving it back. 

“Perhaps the next time you perform, I could join you,” he suggests. 

Your eyes widen at the suggestion. All you can think to do is nod. You flick the cigarette onto the ground, and finally find your bearings again. 

“I would love that,” you agree. 

He chuckles as you let your admiration show for the first time. He pulls his coat closer to his thin body. 

 “Next time then,” he promises. “I get to choose the song though.” 

“Of course,” you smile. 

He starts to walk away, but then hesitates. He turns to you again with a small smile. 

“Do you come to this club frequently?” you ask, hoping all of this wasn’t just empty promises. 

“I do,” he nods. “Although, I hope that won’t affect your performance. I quite like listening to you sing.” 

“There’s nothing that could stop me from singing,” you promise. 

He smiles, “Good to hear it. So many people are quick to give up on their dreams.” 

“That’s the great tragedy of life, I suppose. Probably more so than death.” 

He nods thoughtfully, for a moment his eyes seem to look just past you. You don’t interrupt what seems to be a deep train of thought. Instead allowing him to pull himself back into the moment. 

“There’s a little cafe down the street, the people there don’t really bother me,” he explains. 

You nod, still a bit oblivious to what he was implying. 

“Would you like to go with me to get some coffee or something?” 

A small gasp leaves you, but then you try to regain your composure. As though you always meet famous people, then of course get invited to go somewhere with them. Just another day in your very exciting life. 

“That would be nice,” you agree. 

He offers you his arm politely. You try not to die as you intertwine your arm with his, and he begins leading you down the street. 

“Won’t anyone miss you?” you ask as the neon lights from the club fade, and everything is bathed in streetlights. You knew he didn’t come to this club alone, why would he? 

“I’m sure the fact that I’m missing will come to their attention at least once.” 

You laugh, “I’m sure more than once.” 

“It will be fine,” he assures you.

Your mind is swimming with questions. You look up at him. His hair is combed back rather neatly, and his mismatched eyes watch the street carefully. He looks different than you’d imagined he would. Somehow he seems incredibly alert and relaxed at the same time. 

He leads you to the small corner cafe, and you take a seat at the back booth away from the window. A waitress comes by to take your orders, there’s a glint of recognition in her eyes as you both order coffee. But she doesn’t say anything. Finally seeing him fully in the light, you’re struck by how handsome he actually is. 

“I like being able to move around freely,” he says unprompted. “It’s always a delight to meet people who will go along with that.” 

“Everyone should be allowed to live freely,” you agree. 

There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you. You steal glances at one another, smiling when one of you is caught. The waitress brings your coffees and sets them down. You add cream and sugar to yours, noticing how closely he seemed to watch you as you did so. There’s a curiosity in his eyes you didn’t expect. You bring the mug to your lips, taking a careful sip. 

 He’s the first to break the silence, “So, you wrote the first songs you performed?” 

You nod, “I did.” 

“Very good,” he compliments. You feel your cheeks blush a bit. 

“Thank you,” the insanity of it all seemed to hit you for the first time. 

“I own all of your albums,” you blush at the confession. “I suppose you could say I think you’re rather good as well.” 

He laughs at this, “Thank you very much.” 

You take another sip of your coffee. You want to ask how you ended up here in his company, his eyes seemingly locked onto you. Watching every move you make as though you’re half as interesting as him. Somehow you fear that questioning the moment will absolutely ruin it. So, you sit in the cafe sipping your coffee and allow yourself to indulge in the moment. 

There’s a hope lingering in your chest that perhaps this will lead to more than just one cup of coffee.