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hiiii

could you write carmy x reader where she’s a high school friend and carmy always had a crush on her (but he thought she had a crush on mikey) ???? like maybe richie brings her up, and that she’s still in town and SINGLE and carmy gets red like a tomato and ??? richie makes her visit the beef and candy almost has a heart attack?? idk give me some in love carmen !!

pretty pleaseee and thank u

so I got this request and I immediately thought of swim by chase atlantic, and specifically the line that goes;

“I’ve been drowning for a minute, your body keeps pulling me in”

And holy shit if that isn’t Carmen in his denial-in-love with a long time friend era, I don't know what is. Carmen tries too hard to forget you, but you've marked permanently, you've ruined him for anyone else so can you blame him for waiting for you all this time?

Seriously though this request was so good! I got a bit carried away and turned into a 2 part series that may or may not have drabbles added to the universe…I really hope this isn't just a load of word vomit you don't want to read lmao. I just love their dynamic so much, and also FRIDAY DINNERS AT THE BEEF IS CANON OKAY.

Golden Boy

part one of 2

warnings: miscommunication (i know i'm sorry), friends to lovers, carmen and the reader have horrible communication skills and don't know how to call, angst, anxiety

a/n: part two will be up hopefully tomorrow so look out! it may or may not include a smut scene 😈

p.s, listen to swim whilst reading this you'll thank me later

You sat hunched in the tight enclosure of the classroom desk chairs, the once loud conversations fluttering across the huddled groups of classmates and friends that stood against tables and chairs now coming to a standstill.

The air of anxious trepidation falls across the atmosphere of the damp classroom, the windows that had been opened to let the air in felt thin as you and the rest of the students you had known for half a decade waited for that familiar ring of the bell.

The bell that would solidify your last day in this classroom, in these run down halls, in the school you had first stumbled into anxious and oblivious at thirteen.

Your heart ached at the nostalgia of it, and you can't bear to cast your gaze to your friends who had begun to sniffle, like they were holding back tears, the grandfather clock your geography teacher insisted on keeping ticked on as it always did, and whilst you had spent years burning holes through the glass, willing for it to go faster, your one dying wish is for the seconds to tick by in minutes.

You weren’t ready, it ran straight through you, all this time leading up, from when you had first learnt your desire to pursue architecture till the moment you finished that last sentence on your final exams, you felt you would be filled with joy at the sound of your true departure into adulthood and college.

And yet, you felt like a kid again, learning how to ride a bicycle without the training wheels, trying to reach the fifth monkey bar, falling headfirst into the dirt ground of the field when you had thought you were more flexible then you truly were.

You didn’t want to leave, you didn't want to leave this place, this place of memories and friends and people you knew and loved. And it was as if God was listening, cause the resounding echo of the school bell rang through the halls and it was as if he said ‘fuck you anyway’.

You gather the haphazard books and papers laying across your desk, you had purposefully delayed packing in order to waste as much time in this memory as possible, before adulthood would take it away and make it something of the past. You hear your friends calling your name, and you tell them to go ahead as you make your way to your teachers desk.

“Hey Mr Jefferson” You say to your teacher has begun to bid goodbye to the leaving students

Your teacher looks up at you with a tight smile, sadness washes over the wrinkles and creases of her features, her auburn hair falling in short waves at her shoulder and her olive lipstick wearing down. You have to swallow to stop the tears from dropping. Your Geography teacher, whilst not teaching Art, had been the catapult to realizing your fascination with Architecture and design. She had even helped tell your parents, who had been set on the idea of you going into Law or Medicine or anything other than creative arts.

“You’ll do amazing, I believe it because I see how hard you try. Don’t look back at this place, leave with the door wide open and come back only when you want to design me a house” Your Teacher replies with a grin, and before you can reply shes shuffling through her drawers, before pulling out a sketchbook that has been aged and stained with use over the years.

“What’s this?” You ask, twisting the book in your hand, it was good quality, despite being old, it felt like an heirloom.

“It’s one of my sketchbooks I had during college, maybe some of my late night sketches fuelled by coffee and donuts might inspire you”

“I couldn't possible-”

“Yes you could, hell whatever you create will probably be 10 x greater than whatever is in there” Your teacher cuts you off with a chuckle, and you hug the notebook tight against your chest before hugging her goodbye.

You step into the familiar walls of your high school hallways, crowds of seniors running to find their friends and hug them for possibly the last time, test papers and report cards left trampled on the ground, it's chaos, but you love it and the sight almost pulls tears down your waterline.

You walk towards your locker, before you recognize the familiar wisps of blond curls catch your eyesight. Carmen. You considered him one of your closest friends, bonding together over a love of game** and your equal hatred of your Period 4 Calculus teacher.

Carmen didn't have much when I came to be friends, and after he met you, it didn't really get to him anymore, he had you now, and you were more than enough. Over the years you had gotten close to every part of Carmen's life, Mickey, Richie, Sugar, they were all people you regarded as family.

But there was something unsaid between the both of you, it was like there was something beyond friendship, but the embers had just gathered and had left unignited.

He’s gathering his things from his locker, shoving them into a bag in that messy way he is, and he slams the locker with a jolt.

You're standing stationary in the middle of the hallway, classmates and other seniors running by you in confusion, your friends calling your name annoyed, but it's all muffled, it all doesn't matter because it's Carm and god your heart aches so bad.

You see Carmen and he sees you, stopping a few meters away from you, and a moment of recognition washes over him as he gazes with those cerulean blues. There's grief in the way you look at each other, tears streaming down your cheek as you try to smile at him, realising this might be the last time you see him, forever, off to an Art school in New York, leaving him behind. You feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest and he shakes his head, his eyebrows scrunching up as he steps closer so that he’s only a whisper from you.

He brings his hand up, brushing a strand and tucking in behind your ear, eyes strained as he wipes your tears away painfully. He moves closer, so that his breath is against your neck and whispers

“Thought you told me you'd punch me in the stomach if I cried on the last day” Carmen whispers into your eyes with a grin that breaks through the tears that cause his eyes to swirl in colour's of waves.

His words make you laugh and cry at the same time, and you shake your head as you reach for his arm, and playfully hit your stomach with it. Carmen rests it against your waist, looking up to you in a pained expression, his eyes shift to the notebook grasped tight in your hands

“New sketchbook? That..doesn't look new” Carmen says, turning his head to examine the old book more closely.

“One of Mrs Jefferson’s, her sketches are..their fucking amazing” You sigh, running your hand across the folded spine of the sketch book.

“Thought teachers weren't meant to have favourites” Carmen shoots out, a playful grin on his lips

“Hmm, well they aren't supposed to tell you exactly” You banter with a giggle, you flick through the pages of the book, half drawn sketches in grey lead and ballpoint, Carmen tracing his fingers gently across the ingrained lines and shades.

“God you're something, you know that?” Carmen says, all of a sudden, and when you look up you realise he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“Bear..” You breathe out.

“I don't know how I'm going to-, I, it's all so much” You exhale, waving your arms around this place that has held so many memories, so much of your past kept in the creaks and cracks of plastered walls and lockers

“You're the only person in this goddamn place that's going to make something out of themselves, I bet my entire life on it Bug. You're going to do amazing, in that big city, you’re going to show em’' Carmen replies, grasping you against his touch tight. You look up at him, trying to memorise every dip and curve of his features, the curl of his hair that shone honey in the sun, those eyes that were always searching, and the small cut on his forehead where he fell off his skateboard that one summer evening.

“Don’t say goodbye”

“Okay” Your tongue feels like deadweight in your mouth. what if i never see you again?

“You say goodbye and it's the end. Just..don’t” I can't breathe carmy.

You can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him, pressing your nose into his shirt to smell the scent of patchouli and cigarettes he always carried, you want to tell him to come with you, to pack an overnight bag and run with you forever, but the words don’t taste right when you try to speak and you see yourself letting him go, and turning away with a shaky step.

Turn back Carmen whispers, so softly that only the gods above and the wind around him can hear it

You feel an urge to turn back, it speaks to you from within, and before you can stop yourself, your neck cranes, turning your body to get one last look at your golden boy before time would take him forever.

Time would age him into a memory forever.

Carmen feels this tension leave his shoulders at the same time his heart shatters, you will find each other again, even if it was in another universe, where you're sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, going over groceries together with the afternoon light casting its glow across you. He will find you, he will find you and he won’t let go this time.

“Honestly Ma, it’s fine, I’ll get the movers to come in a little early”. You groan into the phone pressed to your ear, papers and unresolved bills are left scattered across your dining room table and you have this itch that's begun to turn chronic somewhere you can’t reach.

You take a moment to look around your apartment, now barren of furniture, and filled instead with boxes of badly organised stuff you've accumulated over the years. This place, albeit small, had been your home ever since you stepped out of the yellow cabbed taxi on your first day in New York, and whilst it wasn't pretty, you felt a pang of guilt leaving it all behind. These walls had seen you through it all, the late night study cram’s, the breakdowns, the accomplishments, the one night stands. You'd miss her, but maybe you were just a nostalgic person.

You’ve made a life in New York, but you felt misplaced, like pieces of yourselves were scattered across the states. Chicago kept a part of you, and it was only when you had gotten the chance to move back home, did it click. You missed your city. And you had cut your lease and emptied out the last of your savings without a second thought.

Now all that was left was tying up loose ends and making the trip down. It was funny, in a way. You had run to New York to pursue architecture, and it brought you back to the very same place you had left, there was a certain trepidation when you thought of Chicago, it held so much of your past, in its city streets and evergreen trees, and you don’t know if you were quite ready to face those memories again.

It still smelled the same. You itch your nose, sniffling against the blooming scent of cocoa and caramel from the Chicago roads, all this time, and all that you can tell is how it still smelt like maple leaves and chocolate. It was comforting, and it felt like the warm embrace of a childhood friend that had stayed sitting on the corner of your suburban street corner all this time.

“Thank you Mae, really, I got the call last minute in New York to come back here and if it weren't for you, I’d be moving back into my old bedroom at my parents” You reply, gratitude filling every word. It was true, your friend had swooped in the second you called, fixing you up with a lease and an apartment with her realtor links. She came in a clutch, and she had made you promise to never leave her again in exchange.

“Oh shush doll, of course. This is probably payment for all the times I’ve crashed at yours anyway” Mae winks, the bracelets on her wrist clinking against each other. She didn't look like a typical realtor, more like a bohemian solo-traveller with her filly skirts and auburn red hair.

“I’m not going to let a degree transform my entire wardrobe, my clothes are antiques, their heirlooms, they tell a story”

She had told you once, one late night on the rooftop of your New York apartment, sipping cheap wine and passing a blunt between you both. You wish you had known yourself as much as she did then.

She had visited you a couple times in New York, coming up for work and spending the time at yours instead of spending thousands on an Airbnb, but it had been a while since you've seen her, and all of a sudden you remember how much you missed her laugh.

“I’ve got some time to spend before it’s all hand on deck” You reply, placing the last of your boxes onto the empty wooden floor of the living room.

“Oh yeah? Can’t believe you’re gonna design a whole building on Michigan Av’, your a fucking inspiration Bug” Mae sighs in adoration, and you giggle, the feeling of embarrassment filling you at the mention of your reason back home.

You never got used to the praise and adoration you received over the years, despite your many accolades and awards, you still felt like that hopelessly broke architect student giving up lunch to pay rent. You didn’t remember when things started to change. When did things start to change?

“You know, if you’ve got time, you should check out the Farmers Market near River North” Mae replies, whilst flicking through her phone

“The one on Division Street?” You reply, you had a faint memory of the long strip of stalls filled with fresh produce, food and the rest of the little trinkets that were sold since you were born on the pleated table cloth of sheltered booths.

“That’s the one, this guy named Samson? Makes the best fucking bearclaw in the entire United States. Tell him you're a friend of mine and he'll hook you up…you know since you can't afford it” Mae replies playfully, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you hook up with him or something?” You poke back, Mae had the tendency to know everyone in Chicago, from the mailman to the old woman you’d see feeding the bids on a park bench.

“Yeah, actually I did. Not like you could relate, how long has it been, hm?” Mae replies, stepping forward to whisper down at your pants.

“I’m so sorry she hasn't been taking care of you. What are you, mummify her?” Mae looks up from her crouched position with a raised eyebrow.

“Ugh, you know I've been too busy to think about that. She’s gonna have to be patient” You reply, you don’t want to think about how long it has actually been, since you've had any type of release. But the tension has begun to weigh on your shoulders as time went on and you fear it might become something you can’t ignore.

You begin to move some boxes into your bedroom, thanks to your planning your large furniture such as your bed and coach, had been moved into the apartment before the rest of the things had got here, so at least you wouldn't be sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Changing into a pair of dark jeans and a short sleeve top, you loop an embroidered handbag onto your shoulder.

“So, you coming?” You call to Mae, who’s begun to fill your fridge with the groceries she's swung by with.

“Sure would Bug, but got a call to come in. I’ll come by again later this evening though?” Mae replies, with a grunt as she lifts the 2 litre bottle of milk onto one of the drive shelves.

“Yes please, I’m dying for a glass of wine”

“And a blunt” Mae replies, snickering at the way you roll your eyes at her.

Mae offers to drop you off, but you wave her off, telling her you wanted to see a little more of your hometown. You needed some fresh air that wasn't the coffee and smoke scent of the New York streets.

The walk to the Farmers market was a short one, but you felt like you were wading through a current. By the way the memories of your past began to resurface as you passed the streets and shops. Every corner holds a part of you, and you have to rush by your old school to stop the pang of pain that surprises you. You weren't an emotional person, but god it was almost as if you were hanging by a thread the second you touched down on Chicago.

What was causing this? You felt like you were holding your breath as you stepped through the fallen autumn leaves marking the sidewalk, the gentle sun on your back, what were you waiting for?

You tear yourself from your thoughts momentarily when you catch the looming buildings that had been built on ions ago, the infrastructure of Chicago still enamoured you, in a way that couldn't be beaten by even New York’s impossible skyscrapers.

There was a charm to it, each of the buildings felt like you were stepping into a different decade, they had been the stepping stones to a lot of the infrastructure and architecture that spread into other cities. You felt like you were at the start of it all every time your eyes trailed across the facade and arcades of the century old stone buildings.

Without realising, you had finally made it to the Farmers Market, the constant stream of people coming in and out with boxes of produce or hauling wooden antiques with very audible grunts. You can’t stop the smile stretching your face as you step through the embroidered banner at the front of the street.

Despite the many different stalls and food around you, you don't feel overstimulated. This was your home, you felt like you belonged, like a name scratched into wet cement, remaining ingrained for years no matter the seasons that came.

You go over the haphazard list of things you wanted to look for in your mind, but you're caught off guard by a stall that seemed to be huddled by patrons. You step towards it, and as people move aside you see the blooming flowers and carefully wrapped banquets in woven wooden baskets to the side of the stall. A short woman with light brown curls is standing at the front, taking down orders with a grin, whilst a rather tall man behind her makes quick work to wrap delicate orders into soft brown parchment paper tied with string.

And all of a sudden the need to buy pink tulips becomes your first priority. The woman at the front looks familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on where you've seen her, but as you walk up to the front her face morphs into familiar as she looks up at you in surprise.

“As I live and breathe” She says your name with a screech and it's her voice that pulls her name to your mouth. Adeline, a close friend from senior year who’d taught you how to crochet and pick a lock.

“Bug? How've you been? What brings you back to town?” Ade replies after telling the man behind her your order without you even saying a thing.

“Tulips, pink ones right?” Ade grins, and you have to let out a chuckle at how you haven't changed even a little.

“Got invited to join in designing a new building on Michigan Avenue, so I'll be back for a while-”

“Michigan Avenue? Holy shit Bug! You’re making moves, knew you always were special” Adeline replies with a gushing smile and you rush to reply with the same adoration

“Are you kidding, look at this line” You motion to the increasing line of people forming at Adeline's stall.

“People love their flowers” Adeline replies with a shrug before you shake your head vehemently

“No, they love your flowers, and for good reason, look at these” You gush, pressing your face into the bundle of tulips that had been handed to you.

“They only look that good because Henry's so good at wrapping them” Adeline replies with a laugh, her eyes flicking to the brown haired man dressed in corduroy behind her. A look passes between them that tells you there was more than love between them.

“Henry huh?” You reply with a grin, and the man is quick to introduce himself, and you don’t ignore the cold press of an encrusted band on his ring finger as he shakes your hand with a soft smile.

And it's as if Adeline reads your mind and she slips her left hand in yours, looking up at you with a teary grin.

“Yes, yes I know, I should've called, and I’m so sorry-”

You press yourself against her, leaning over the stall to wrap your arms around her. You whisper words of congratulation, shutting down any words that hinted at you being mad at her.

It wasn't her fault, it should be you she's mad at, you hadn’t really made that much of an effort to keep in contact with your friends back at home, and the reality of it weighed on you heavy now, you had missed so many milestones of your loved ones, all to chase your own dreams in New York.

You felt like you were constantly playing catch up, and you couldn't lie when a strange feeling crept up at the thought of your friends moving on with life. You were so incredibly happy for Adeline, and you were even more elated when she had told you of the Wedding in April that you had to come to.

But that didn't stop that same strange feeling of being behind everyone else, you had spent so long climbing the ladder to wear what you wear now, relationships and love weren't even a thought, you filled your nights with studying and drawing and the occasional fling, but nothing more. And now doubts had begun to creep in, had you missed out?

Watching everyone around you get married and have kids whilst you were still drawing buildings in that same sketchbook your teacher had given you 8 years ago. You’re not looking as you walk past the many stalls of the Farmers market, and it is your thoughts again that causes you to accidentally stumble into the hard muscle of a man back. You feel yourself falling, before arm's reach out, grabbing you quickly to stop you from ending flat on your face.

You breath out a sigh of relief, shaking a head at your clumsiness

“God, ‘m so sorry, I’ve just been in my head, I wasn’t looking where i was going-”

“Holy fuck” Your quick to spit an apologetic thanks, you haven't even looked up to see who you've dubbed into, and when the sound of surprise meets your ease you look up, only to be remain stone faced with your mouth left open.

“Richie?” You say, the shock of it is still in the air. You hadn't expected to see him in Chicago, or maybe you did and it was sooner than you thought.

“When did you get back? Holy shit, thought we wouldn't see you again” Richie replies with a smile

“Yeah uh, came down for some work for a little while. How, uh How are things” You reply with a squeak, you can’t bear to say what you're thinking and Richie nods, a look of acknowledgement in his face. Mickey’s death had shaken you, it had changed you in its own way, and you still grief him, it still hurts when Richie's face kinda falls and melts at the reminder of his best friend's death.

“After, uh, after Mickey, he had left the restaurant, you know, the Beef?” You nod in agreement, the hazy memory of the sandwich shop on the corner of Chicago's, busiest streets, you stomach rumbles at the thought of one of those sandwiches you'd down in less than a minute during your high school years.

“Yeah well, get this, he left it to Carmen. And honestly, I was hesitant at first, real hesitant, I love him, but god, he's a self centred ass coming in like he knew everything, spewing the bullshit CDC shit he learnt up in the big apple? He changed things, and you know how I feel about change, but he made it better, I can;t lie, and you better not tell him this, but the Beef actually..” Richie’s familiar rambles are muffled to your ears, the only thing you can hear is Carmen.

Everything zones out as you scrunch your eyebrows, wincing almost, at the pain and it shocks you, it shocks you how the very name of him still brings back those memories. You still hurt the same way you did the day you left him.

You must have looked out of it, as Richie shakes your shoulder, anchoring you back to the present, and you have to swallow back the bite of pain that bleeds through your chest.

“Did you hear what I said? The Beef’s holding a little family dinner tomorrow, shutting down the shop early, inviting only friends and family, it’ll be like a little reunion for you! You have to come” Richie replies, and you nod trying to seem present.

Carmen took over the Beef? He was in New York? What?

Your mind is scattered with the uproar of questions you have, the thought of Carmen, the memory of him is like a fresh wound. It un tethered and opens up a thread of thoughts and emotions you had thought you bottled up and threw deep into the ocean.

“You, you still talk to him right? Ya’ll were pretty close growing up, like fucking thieves attached to the hip if i can remember” Richie chuckles, fondly remembering the two of you.

You cough back, smiling up at him as you trying to reply coherently

“Yeah, uh sometimes you know” You lie

No. You haven't spoken to him since you left, and it feels like your tongue falls dead when you try to say his name again. You hadn't called and he hadn't picked up. Carmen told you not to say goodbye, but the truth was it had been the end of you even before you had both realised.

You had spent years pretending like Carmen not calling you, not making an effort to see you after everything didn’t burn, but the reality of it had marked you in a way that felt eternal.

“So you're coming, yeah? You and Carmen can finally catch up” Richie replies with a smile, and look of something passes through his eyes before it leaves, and you have to smile back with a nod, like you and Carmen were still close, like you don't feel that he might turn you away or scream at you the second he saw you, like you weren't both irrevocably in love with each other.

Bear. You missed him, you are shocked by how much you do, you thought bottling up your memories and emotions about him and stuffing them so far back into your mind you forgot would actually change anything. There had always been this lingering thought, at the recesses of your mind, the last thing you imagined before you fell asleep, the feeling that filled you the second you came back to Chicago, it was all Carmen, it was all your golden boy.

And now you would have to see him, in less than a day you would be in the same room as Carmen Berzatto, you don't want to say it, you don't want to speak it into acknowledgement but deep down, you wanted to see him again.

Beyond it all, you both were bonded in friendship, sharing something you didn't even have with Adeline or Mae, and you had felt like a part of yourself was missing each day that went passed without hearing from him. Had he forgotten you? Had it been as hard for him to go on with life? He had been in New York for christ sake, he didn't even think to visit you, that thought alone made you want to run back home and never come out.

You couldn't bare the possibility of exposing yourself to such heartache, to the chance of being rejected by the very person who you forever longed for. You were always searching for him, looking through crowds to see the familiar curl of his brown hair, or the scent he carried, ears always leaning in, trying to see if it would catch his syrupy baritone voice.

The two of you were forever connected, like the roots of trees spanning miles under the Earth. The kind of companionship that transcended time and space, and god did you want to feel the sharp edge of his jaw between your hands.

You couldn't stop it now, Richie had opened something you kept locked and sunk for a reason, and now it felt like you would break if you didn't see Carmen. Even if it would break you, even if it was the one thing in this world that would destroy you,

You had to see your golden boy.

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Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

tags | @multifandombliss

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madhattervanessa · 10 months

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Kill You To Try Masterlist

Summary: "Bones", a young vet working at the Dutton Ranch has to come to terms with the recent death of her godmother that shakes up the foundations of her life to the core. Through the seasons of cow farming on the ranch she re-examines her past, tries to work through the problems of the present and attempts to build a future she once again will find worth living.

Pairing: F!Reader "Bones" x Rip Wheeler

A/N: This short series will be a summer break challenge for myself so the schedule is a rough estimate for when the chapters will be going up.

This story is currently on a little hiatus due to academic & mental struggles but thank you guys for all of the support so far - I'd love to come back to this eventually in November after Kinktober but due to all of the many things happening in my life right now it's a tentative estimate!

Main Story:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

Drabbles:

Lonely Christmas

Dreaming About You

Requests are welcome!

Playlist: (TBA)

#yellowstone #yellowstone tv #rip wheeler #short series #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone rip wheeler #Kill You To Try #Kill You To Try Masterlist

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 year

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Hi can I request ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ with coyote from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Training Accident

Summary: You get a call from Jake while you're on a walk informing you that your boyfriend Javy got into a training accident at work. This is also going to be added to my "You and Javy and his friend Jake series" I just can't seem to write anything about Javy without adding Jake bromance into it. oops. This can of course be read as a stand alone though.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x afab!Reader

Warnings: Angst, ejection, anxiety, death, hospitals and swearing. I'm always worried that I'm forgetting something in these so please reach out and tell me if I am.

Word count:1498

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist Series Masterlist

The call had come in while you were walking your dogs. You had an airpod in your ear listening to a true crime podcast. The story was just getting to the darkest part when it paused. You pulled your phone out of your pocket seeing your boyfriend's best friend's name come across the screen. Nausea ripped through you as you answered it.

“Jake?” the name came out in a whisper, you’d be surprised if he’d even heard you. Jake had called you many times before but never in the middle of a work day. Your dogs sat at your feet looking at you worriedly. Sensing something was wrong by your change in body language.

“He’s alright gorgeous, just got hurt in a training exercise. They want to keep him overnight for observation. Just wanted to call and ask if you wanted to come down and see him. He hasn’t stopped talking about you and I’m getting sick of looking at his ugly mug.” relief flooded your body as the words settled into your brain. You could hear your boyfriend somewhere in the background protesting his friend's words of insult. You shook your head at their antics.

“I’ve got to take the dogs to the house and I’ll be on my way.” you told the blonde on the other end of the phone. You punctuated the sentence by giving your dogs a silent command to heel as you started walking again. They both came to their respective sides and followed you along. You would have to thank Jake for the double leash belt he had gotten for you for Christmas. It really came in handy as you tried to get ahold of Javy’s mother on the walk home.

“Alright gorgeous, I’ll send you the location. See you soon.” He said reassuringly. You practically ran back to the house you and Javy had bought a year into dating each other. You threw a quick bag together making sure the dogs had food and water before you were heading out.

“I’m here for Javy Machado.” You told the nurse at the front desk fingers thrumming across the smooth surface. He looked at you for a moment, obvious boredom in his eyes.

“What’s your relation to the patient?” He asked you as his fingers typed on the keyboard.

“I’m his girlfriend and emergency contact.” You replied to him sliding your ID towards him. He took it scanning the information with his eyes before handing it back to you.

“Floor three room three thirteen.” he told you before going back to the computer in front of him. You moved towards the elevator quickly pressing the round button for the correct floor. You cracked your knuckles as the elevator dinged, alerting you to the doors opening. You stepped out and read the directions on the wall in front of you. Turning left, you found your boyfriend's room quickly. You didn’t bother knocking instead you all but swung the door open as you stomped into the room.

“Javy Andre Machado.” you scolded him as you stood by his bed. Jake was sitting in the chair beside him giving you a big grin as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What the hell did you do?” You asked him pointedly. He had the sense to look a little afraid at your outburst.

“Firstly, hello to you too Sugar. Secondly It was a training accident and I’m perfectly fine now. Right Jake?” He asked his best friend as he turned to him expectantly. You raised your eyebrow at the man.

“I ain’t gonna get in the middle of this.” He said, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Well, are you going to tell me what you did?” You asked him again. He huffed out a breath glaring at his wingman. Then he sat and looked at you. Taking in the running shoes on your feet. You had on a pair of leggings and one of his old academy shirts. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, a look he absolutely loved on you. You stood there waiting for his reply that never came.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked him bewildered.

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” He asked you, giving you a teasing smile. You gave him a blank look not in the mood for his charm.

“Don’t try to change the subject.” Jake let out a small laugh as you spoke. He quickly shut up as you glared at him.

“I had to eject sugar. I was gonna call you but I didn’t have my phone on me. It’s still in my locker on base. Then when Jake called he refused to let me have the phone. Little asshole wanted to punish me for scaring ya both.” His hand came to run across his face as you rolled your eyes. His thought as he plummeted to the ground was how he absolutely had to survive this fall. There was no way he was leaving you and the dogs behind.

“What the hell were you doing for that to happen?” the image of him falling from the sky flashed through your mind and the nausea from earlier rushed back through you.

“My left engine went out and I couldn’t get it back up. I didn’t have time to land before the right one got hit with a bird strike.” He told you hesitantly reaching for your hand. You walked closer to the bed taking his hand in yours as you sat by his legs. You nodded your head in understanding. His job always had classified and redacted information you weren’t allowed to be privy to. So it was no surprise that he couldn’t give you any more information than he already had.

“You promise you’re okay?” You asked him barely above a whisper.

“I promise Sugar. I’ll be up in the sky again in just a couple of days.” he told you, squeezing your hand in his much larger one.

“Can I stay with you?” You asked him hopefully, not being comfortable leaving his side.

“Of course you can.” An understanding look in his eyes as they met your own. He didn’t want you leaving his side either.

“I can stay at your place tonight and watch Gumbo and Ella for you guys.” Jake spoke up, you had pretty much forgotten about the dogs back at the house. Leave it to Jake for always being prepared and on top of things. Plus the rescues absolutely adored their godfather so you knew they were in good hands.

“Thank you Jake.” you said as you gave him a thankful smile. Jake had always been helpful and a great friend to you since the beginning of yours and Javy’s relationship.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He teased you, earning a playful glare from the aviator sitting in the bed beside you. Javy knew he had nothing to worry about though. The relationship between you and his best friend was basically like brother and sister. You both got on like gas in a fire. It was one of the many things he loved about the both of you.

Jake left not too long after, claiming he needed to run back to his apartment to grab his stuff before going to yours and Javy’s house. You laid down next to your boyfriend as comfortably as you could in the tiny hospital bed. You laid your head on his chest listening to his heart beating. He was here with you and there was nothing to worry about now you tried to reassure yourself.

“You called Momma right?” He asked you as his mind drifted to the older women he loved so dearly.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed in reply. Then there was a brief pause as you both enjoyed each other's company. The feeling of home had always been with each other since the moment you first laid eyes on the other.

“You scared me ya know? I can’t live without you Javy.” you told him as the shock started to leave your body. You felt tense as you tried to steady your breathing, not wanting to hyperventilate.

“I know and I’m sorry Sugar. You know I’ll do everything possible to come home to you and the dogs.” he told you as he ran a hand up your back a gesture he knew would soothe you as it did many times before when the anxiety of his job got to you.

“I love you so much Javy.” you whispered into his chest as your eyes started to flutter shut.

“I love you so much more Sugar.” He whispered back to you as his exhaustion finally took over and he was slipping into slumber. A nurse came in at one point to check on him and tell any visitors that visiting hours were over. But as she saw you laying in the bed together she decided that she didn’t get paid enough to care and left you be.

A/N: Thank you so so so much for this request darling anon! Also I made up his middle name because I fucking can.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @eternallyvenus @taytaylala12 @loving-and-dreaming

#m's pride month celebration #m's hundred celly #javy coyote machado #javy machado #coyote #javy coyote machado x reader #javy machado x reader #coyote x reader #javy coyote machado oneshot #javy machado oneshot #coyote oneshot #javy coyote machado imagine #javy machado imagine #coyote imagine #short series #angst #top gun maverick oneshot #top gun maverick imagine

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tuliptired · 28 days

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Cool Girl, Glitter Underneath Her Eyes

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/Melody

thank you for the request! this made me remember how bad I cared for them oh em gee

A chess board. Phoebe set up all the pieces. A game, requiring the strategic back and forth between two people. She didn’t know what she was expecting, really. Who she was expecting was gone- passed on into the fabric of the universe. She surrendered to her reality, continuing the game in his absence. She doesn’t enjoy admitting it, but she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t science, yet she embraced it. It became her livelihood Her mom was so obviously in the wrong, yet she was still on the sidelines. All anyone around her did was try to be her friend while she tried to work. She placed the opposing piece down a little harder than she wanted.

Before she could start another move, there’s an arm over her shoulder. The hand connected to that arm, pale and dainty, retaliating. There was a girl connected to that arm.

“Boo.”

Phoebe blinked. A girl around her age, with short blonde hair, looking down at her expectantly. Very short, actually, shorter than her own. She had a light jacket over her dress, making Phoebe lower her eyebrows slightly. Dresses on a summer evening were impractical. The girl raised her eyebrows.

She stalled for a minute, before she continued the move. “Hey,” she said uncertainly as she placed her own piece down.

The girl paused behind her, before sitting down at the empty seat slowly. “I didn’t scare you?”

An awkward air. “Were you trying to?” She didn’t know if she should move another piece or not, hand hovering over the board before it occurred to her that she couldn’t until the other player decided to.

“Usually people run by now.”

“I can…leave, if you want-” “No- I’m not saying…”

The other girl dropped it. They played back and forth, so quick that the stranger won. Phoebe looked at the board, eyebrows furrowed as the teenager across from her reset the game. “You got a name?” She placed down the final player on her own side.

“Phoebe.” She contemplated what would’ve happened if she stayed back at the firehouse, instead.

“I’m Melody.” A new game started.

“Cool name.” The warm streetlamps above paved Melody’s almost ghastly white hands in a near orange glow. Phoebe wasn’t trying to come off as rude. Or she was. This just wasn’t what she was looking for tonight, or her summer, really. She didn’t want a friend. She wanted to do her job.

“Thanks,” Melody moved fast. “It’s my grandma’s name.”

Phoebe stopped playing. “I was being sarcastic.”

She was unaffected, continuing the game. “I like you,” she admitted, not looking up from the table.

Phoebe felt the urge to make conversation, even if it was trivial. “Why are you out so late?” Melody made a fairly smart play.

“I got off work late. And my parents aren’t home, so I figured. Night out on the town.” She gestured to the empty park around them. Phoebe was compelled to laugh, even if it was a little bit. If she had been looking up, she’d seen the slight smile on Melody’s face. “Why are you out?”

Her joy shrunk. She waved her hand around slightly as she searched for the right piece, as well as the right words. “I ran away from home.”

Melody lights up, face showing both impression and surprise. Her mom gave her that look. Gary gave her that look. Even Trevor gave her that look but it was different on her. There was no underlying motive behind it.

“Shit, really?” She won, again. Phoebe took the liberty of resetting the game.

“No. Of course not. But they make me want to.” Melody hummed in acknowledgment.

“If you ever do run away, you could always go to my place.” Phoebe fumbled her move then, losing one of her pawns immediately.

She dismissed the thought. “Wouldn’t I have to run away again when your parents found out?” Melody contemplated it with her head on her fist. “Start at square one?”

“My parents will have anyone.” Phoebe’s eyebrows twitched at that. She was remembering her own predicament, and why she was here, playing chess with someone she’s never met before. An unfortunate coincidence. She fought ghosts in her spare time- she trapped them, she watched them phase through walls and ease in and out of other planes. But there really was no concrete proof of fate. Things happened, in either positive or negative sequences. She was powerless to try and stop how and when things happened, so why did her natural sequence seem so screwed?

She didn’t express her thoughts with anything more than a dark look, Melody’s knight in her palm. “That’s their problem,” she muttered. Her opponent stopped moving, a near offended look on her face as she opened her mouth to speak. “-Not your parents.” Phoebe spoke up, weak and a little embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Melody bounced back, unaffected. “Who’s your ‘they’?” She sighed out her nose lightly if not to herself. “My mom. Trevor.” She scrunched her nose. “Gary.” Melody returned the expression, the game slowing down.

“I don’t know what they did. But I don’t like Gary’s,” Phoebe was internally embarrassed at how high and unnatural the laughter she couldn’t stop sounded. Did she always laugh like this? Melody continued, laughing herself. “I mean- have you ever met a coolGary?”

Melody made a move. Phoebe was too tired and too confused to reciprocate it to the best of her mental capacity.

“You’re going back there?”

Phoebe shut her eyes. “I don’t think I have a choice.” There was an unexpected nighttime breeze that shivered her core, startling her back to attention. Her piece fell from the force of the wind, and Melody caught it, placing it on her side of the board as she ultimately won their last game. Before Phoebe could say anything, Melody was already halfway gone. She suddenly felt a franticness she couldn’t justify to herself.

“Where are you going?” She called out, voice reverberating through the park. Melody didn’t spare her a look back as she kept walking, hands in her pockets.

“You could follow me and find out.” Phoebe clenched the edge of the table, before rising hastily.

Stupid, stupid fate.

#ghostbusters #phoebe spengler #melody ghostbusters #phoebe spengler/melody #phoebe x melody #ghostbusters frozen empire #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #open requests #checkmatch #phelody #short series

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 25 days

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Tasty- FINAL Chapter 4

Summary: Peter just wanted to have one night of fun. Then that night of fun almost killed him. Now it won’t stop haunting him. And he’s loving it. *Curvy/plus size, female reader Warnings: mostly smut with plot, some physical pain

Peter woke up the next morning to an empty apartment. Y/N left him a note with some pictures:

Hey Tasty Boy,

Thank you for last night. Don’t stress about any arachnid related activities, I got you covered. Hope these help. See you in a month.

Sugar Mama

Peter smiled at the note and looked at the pictures. She had caught the Prowler making an arms deal, the pictures clearly showing his face and the faces of those he was working with. He rolled his eyes. She’s going to beat me out of my job. Under the pictures was a stack of bills equaling $7000. He just stared at the money after he counted it. She really was his sugar mama.

The months went by and Peter was finally financially stable and secure for the first time in his entire life. Y/N had paid off his debt then paid him extra cash on the side while feeding from him once a month. His job was going well since he was able to get the scoop faster and with better pictures than the other photographers, and she was integral in helping him fight crime on those weekends when she fed from him and he was out of commission for a few days. Each time she came she was extremely gentle and flirty, making sure he was comfortable and arousing him before taking what she needed. He grew to look forward to those weekends when she would magically show up. The make out sessions before he passed out were like an extra reward on top of everything else, but he knew he was in dangerous territory as those feelings turned from pragmatic to romantic. He longed for her touch, wanted her to stay longer, and grew eager when the four week mark approached.

After a year and a half of their arrangement being like clockwork, Y/N was late one month. She didn’t materialize after the four weeks and Peter worried what was going on. She had been paying him so well that it wasn’t like he was strapped for cash or worried about anything financially, but he worried about her and where she was. He would look out for her as he swung through the city at night, but couldn’t seem to sense her anywhere.

The time stretched to seven weeks since he’d last seen her when one night he was swinging and almost ran into the side of a building. Y/N was near, he could feel it. It was almost like her essence was floating at the edges of his vision and he swung up to one of the high towers and waited for her. He tore his mask off and looked around, letting his spider sense guide him to where she could be.

“Y/N?” Peter mumbled as he stepped behind a pillar of the bell tower.

“Tasty boy,” Y/N muttered, her voice sounding like a breeze that reverberated in his head.

He turned and met her black eyes, her lips turned into a menacing smirk and the dark circles looking deeper and veiny. She looked starved. “Y/N, God where have you been?” Peter reached out towards her, his hands gripping her arms.

“Did you miss me?” Y/N giggled. She stepped closer to him, one of her hands hastily taking his hand away from her arm and raising it to her face. She deeply inhaled his wrist, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Y/N,” Peter said warningly, trying to pull his wrist back. “This isn’t exactly the best place. Let’s go back to my apartment, huh?”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, inhaling him again like she didn’t hear him. “Some vampire hunter got in my way. I just need a taste…” She pressed the spider at his chest, making his suit release from him and she pulled the glove away from his hand and down his arm until she could grip his fingers and licked the veins along his wrist.

“Y/N, wait…hey, you said you would make it not hurt!” Peter yelped as one of her fangs scratched along his skin.

Y/N seemed to come back to herself a little at that, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. “I–I’m sorry,” she whispered, but she didn’t let go of his hand. “I can’t…I can’t wait any longer. My good boy, please help me,” Y/N pushed him into an alcove between two pillars, their bodies covered in darkness.

Peter tensed as she started to kiss his chest and up to his neck, licking along his jugular and nipping at his jaw. “It’s okay, Y/N. Here,” he moved so that they sat down, like he was cradling her in his arms. He brought his free arm up to her mouth, twisting his wrist so the underside with his more prominent veins pressed against her lips. She desperately licked his wrist, saliva dripping at the edges of her mouth as her hands grasped his arm and she sniffed him. “I’ll be okay, just take a taste for now, then we’ll go home, and you can finish,” Peter promised her. Y/N looked up at him sadly as she kissed his wrist. She nodded and twisted herself to a more comfortable position for his arm to be in, then quickly scraped his wrist with her fang, causing the warm embers to bristle through his skin, then licked it heavily for the cool numbing to spread. She then sunk her teeth into his wrist and sucked.

The icy-hot feeling didn’t have enough time to circulate in his system before she bit him so Peter gritted his teeth and hissed as her teeth sank in. He tried to relax as she drank, knowing that it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t able to properly prepare him before getting a snack. He would be fine, the healing already happening in his body. Y/N moaned as she continued to drink, the dark circles under her eyes slowly receding and as her eyes fluttered he could see the black ebbing away back to her natural Y/C/E color. Peter sighed heavily, the blood loss starting to make him woozy.

“Y/N…” he slurred. “Just a taste…go home…”

Y/N gasped and released his wrist, licking it quickly to help the skin heal. As the puncture wounds closed she twisted in his arms and held his face. “I’m sorry! Such a good boy. It’s been so long,” she started kissing all over his face.

“It’s alright,” Peter goofily smiled as the ringing in his ears started to lighten, his blood flow getting back to normal.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I tried–”

“I’m fine, baby, let’s just go back home,” Peter murmured. He didn’t know where the pet name came from, or why he kept saying home as if she lived there, but he didn’t correct himself and Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She helped him get back into his suit and then made sure he was okay to swing again. He couldn’t see her as he swung from building to building but he could feel her, almost like her shadow was riding his back as he headed towards his apartment. When they reached it he crawled into the open window and quickly shut the window once he could feel she was inside with him. He felt her behind him and when he turned around she was standing there smiling at him. She stepped forward and pressed the spider again, making his suit pool down around his feet.

“I’m sorry. Again,” Y/N looked down, her fingers skimming along the wrist she bit. Peter used his finger under her chin to make her look back up at him.

“I’m okay, Y/N, really. It wasn’t that bad,” he reassured her. Y/N still looked at him sadly. “Are you okay? From that vampire hunter?”

Y/N’s sadness melted to frustration, her eyes hardening as she scoffed. “I’m fine. What a traitor. Half vampire himself, the fucker. He could be out there killing the actual problem and yet he comes after me?” Her face suddenly scrunched and a growl emitted from her throat just as a few taps were heard on the window. They both turned and looked to see a man outside clad in all black, a sword strapped to his back and a fangy smile on his face. “Speak of the devil…” she hissed. Peter instantly stepped in front of Y/N, crouching to get ready to pounce on the man.

“Woah now, boy, you don’t wanna do that,” the man said as he pulled open the window and slipped in. “This bitch has you under a trance, you don’t wanna risk your life for her.”

“Like hell I don’t,” Peter scoffed at him. “I’m not under a trance. I let her feed from me.”

“You…what?” the man jerked at that piece of information. “Why would you do that?”

“We made a deal,” Peter said matter-of-factly.

“You made a deal with the devil, boy, now move,” the man pulled the sword from behind him.

“Okay, let’s just take a beat,” Y/N said, pulling Peter back. “Blade, I’m not doing anything wrong. Why come after me when you should be going after Dracula’s harem?”

“Wait, there’s a real Dracula?” Peter interrupted.

“Yes. And for some reason this dumbass is wasting time trying to chase me rather than go find them,” Y/N gestured to Blade exasperatedly.

“I go after all vampires who feast off of humans without remorse,” Blade spat at her.

“I am remorseful. I hurt my sweet tasty boy tonight,” Y/N grabbed Peter’s cheeks and squished them, speaking to him in a sad sing-song voice. “I didn’t mean to. But he’s right, we made a deal. So unless you intend to watch us like a pervert, you can kindly fuck off.”

Blade looked skeptical. Peter spoke up again. “I’m not in a trance, I’m helping her of my own free will, and she’s helping me. I’m okay. Please leave.”

Blade sighed heavily before sheathing his sword. “Making deals with vampires isn’t going to end well for you.”

“I’m sure,” Peter agreed.

Blade gave Y/N one more glare. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” Y/N scoffed as he then turned and left through the window, gliding down the fire escape into the night. Y/N went and shut the window behind him again.

“Ugh, cockblocker,” she grunted before closing the drapes and turning back to him. “Now…where were we?”

Peter shook his head and chuckled. “You were going to finish your meal.”

“Ah yessss…” Y/N sauntered over to him, her fingers sliding from the top of his boxers up to his neck. She leaned forward and kissed from his sternum to his jaw.

“Y/N, I–” Peter wanted more. She always helped him feel good and got his blood pumping before a feeding, but he wanted it to be more, to mean something.

“What is it, tasty boy?” Y/N pushed him back towards his bed, making him sit down as she shrugged off her coat and shoes and straddled his lap.

“I…do you…like me?” Peter felt pathetic even asking it. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as she continued kissing along his jaw to his cheek.

“Of course I like you, tasty,” Y/N mumbled against his skin as she licked along the side of his mouth.

“Fuck…” Peter moaned. “No, I mean…”

“Uh oh,” Y/N pulled away slightly to look at him. Her eyes narrowed at him as she sighed. “You’ve fallen in love with me.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he inhaled sharply. He swallowed and tried to regulate his breathing. “Would that be such a bad thing?” Y/N looked at him sadly. “Peter…”

Peter shut his eyes and hung his head. “It’s alright, I understand. Let’s just do this…”

Y/N pulled his head back up and set her forehead against his. He opened his eyes slowly to look at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes as she watched him. “You can’t love me, Peter.”

“Why not?” Peter whispered, his brow furrowed.

“I’m not even fully alive,” Y/N snorted. “But I’ll outlive you. I can’t give you the life or future you deserve. Even this,” she gestured between them, “our arrangement will end someday, and I’ll have to let you go, as much as it will hurt me to do so. You don’t want this,” she looked down at herself. “To live forever is a curse.”

Peter knew she was right, and it crushed him. He didn’t want to live forever, he didn’t want to become a vampire. He shook his head roughly, refusing to let his emotions overcome him and cry in front of her. He cleared his throat and forced a small smile as he looked at her. “Okay,” he said simply. Y/N’s tears finally fell when she lifted her head. She gave him a sad smile back, her lips quivering as she breathed in deeply. “You’re going to leave after tonight, aren’t you?” Peter asked, though it was said more as a statement. She nodded, her lips tightening into a thin line. “Well then…will you let me have you? Just this once?” he asked. Y/N’s eyes widened, her mouth parting as she exhaled quickly. “Then you can feed, then we can pretend none of this ever happened,” he said, almost like a reassurance to himself more than her. He leaned forward slowly and pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut. “Please?” he whispered against her cold skin.

Y/N’s head fell back as she heaved a shaky breath, holding back a sob. She nodded frantically then kissed him. Peter kissed her back fervently, his arms holding her tight against him. In a flurry of panted breaths and moans they undressed each other fully and he maneuvered their bodies so that he was above her. She had always been on top of him, but this time she gave up her position and let him take charge. Peter kissed and licked down to her breasts, fondling and massaging them while he sucked at her nipples, making her hips jerk against him. Her fingers gripped his hair, holding his head against her chest. He kissed down to her core in between her legs, hooking his arms around her thighs as he dipped his head to lick her slit. Y/N gasped as he licked her thoroughly, his tongue teasing her entrance and sucking at her lower lips. When he found her clit he flicked it slowly with his tongue at first as his arm moved so his fingers could slip inside her. She moaned as he started with one finger, then quickly added a second as he sucked at her clit. Peter watched her carefully as his fingers thrust in and out, reaching for a certain spot inside that when he found it she gasped again while bucking her hips against his hand and face.

“Fuck, tasty, just like that,” Y/N whined. Peter smiled as he thrust his fingers faster, curling against that spot over and over again. She whimpered and he flicked her clit faster and harder with the tip of his tongue. “Oh fuck, fuck…Peter!” She stiffened as she came, a small squirt covering his mouth that he quickly licked up as much as he could. He pulled his fingers out of her after she relaxed and licked his middle finger clean.

“You call me tasty,” Peter teased her and lifted his pointer finger to her mouth. Y/N obediently opened her mouth and sucked his finger, groaning at the taste of her own slick. She pulled him up to hover over her again and kissed him deeply, her hands sliding down his back until she could reach his ass and pulled him so his hips were grinding against her, his cock sliding along her slit. Peter shuddered against her as she helped him thrust.

He pulled back and lined himself up with her then looked in her eyes. Y/N was already watching him, and as he slowly pushed himself inside her they both stared at each other. Y/N whined again, the stretch making her mouth fall open in pleasure. Peter whimpered as her pussy enveloped him fully and his head fell against her shoulder. He started thrusting his hips into her, then randomly rolling his hips, trying to find a rhythm that would make her moan. Peter didn’t want to make it fast but couldn’t seem to help picking up the pace, chasing the sweet sounds she made as he learned what she liked. He wanted this to last, for her to stay in his bed forever. The imminent goodbye was too much for him to bear and he could feel his breathing becoming ragged as he swallowed down a lump forming in his throat.

Y/N kissed and licked from his cheek down to his throat, her hands wrapped around his back, keeping him close. Her licking became more urgent as the orgasm was building inside her. Her fang skimmed his skin and he could feel the burning sensation.

“No, not yet,” Peter moaned, and moved his head, his hand coming up to grip her jaw and make her kiss him again. Y/N grunted at his rough treatment but let him move her. One of her hands moved up so she could grip the back of his neck, her fingers tugging at his hair. She moved him back so she could lick at the wound she made on his throat, the icy numbness spreading across his skin. “No, baby please,” Peter cried, actual tears starting to form in his eyes as he thrust harder into her. Y/N sucked at his throat harshly as the tightening in her core escalated. Peter could feel her pussy fluttering around his cock and he chased his release, his body taking over even as his heart seemed to scream at him to slow down and take his time with her.

“My sweet, tasty boy,” Y/N whimpered against him as she nibbled his earlobe. Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed and flicked at her clit quickly. A broken sob made her chest stutter. “I’ll miss you…”

“Ah!” Peter could feel her start to tighten around him. “I’ll miss you baby. Fuck…I love you,” he whispered. His hips drilled into her harder and faster until she jerked her hips against him and let out a shriek as she came again. Peter wasn’t far behind her, giving her two more hard thrusts until he grunted and moaned as he spilled into her. Y/N’s fangs sunk into his neck right as he did, making him see stars as the tears finally fell down his face. She drank from him slowly, the hand holding his head to the side loosening so she could gently pet his hair, letting him hold her. He didn’t want to pass out yet, didn’t want to let her go, but he could feel himself start to doze off as she pet his hair, her other hand tickling up and down his spine.

His vision became fuzzy and he felt her release his neck and lick him slowly. She shifted so that he was laying on his side now and she cradled his head against her chest. Peter could feel her chest shaking slightly as she cried, kissing the top of his head. “Peter…tasty boy…love…”

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Peter awoke with a jolt, sitting upright in bed. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, rubbing his swollen eyes. He looked next to him to find the bed empty. He slowly remembered what had happened the night before and his heart crumbled again. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, the only evidence of their night together being the light soreness in his neck and hips. Peter cried again, hanging his head in his hands as he sobbed heavily. Y/N was gone. He was never going to see her again. He had fallen too hard, too fast, and he should have known better. He stumbled out of bed, grabbing his phone and realizing he had slept for 14 hours. He left his room and trudged to the kitchen. Peter stopped when he saw a note on his kitchen table.

He breathed deeply, trying to calm his broken heart as he grabbed the note and slowly opened it. It was her handwriting and he closed his eyes, trying to focus and stop crying for a moment.

Tasty boy,

I’m sorry it had to end like this. I wish nothing but goodness and happiness for you, and that you find someone who can give you the love and full life that you deserve. There’s an account in your name that should take care of you for a while, information below. You’ll always be my favorite.

<3 Y/N

Peter laughed bitterly at the note. Even as she left she took care of him. He sat at the table and held the note against his chest, letting himself grieve over what could have been.

Peter eventually started to feel better, getting back into the routine of his life. He buried himself into work and his Spiderman duties so he wouldn’t think about her too much, letting himself forget about things like vampires and vampire hunters. The months and then the years went by, Peter’s heart mending one day after another. Then he met Gwen…

@aoi-targaryen

THE END! I hope y'all liked this one. I legitimately cried while writing this last bit. The next one I'll be focusing on our grand old Star Spangled Man with a Plan, Steve Rogers in a modern royal au. Again, if anyone has any suggestions, feedback, or requests please let me know. Thank you all! You're the best. :)

#marvel #smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman #curvy reader #vampire!reader #vampire #spiderman x curvy!reader #peter parker x curvy!reader #chapter 4 #final chapter #short series #tom holland

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sturns4thisbitch · 2 months

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“next door neighbor”

-matt sturniolo pt.3 finale

warnings: SMUT, fluff, a bit of breeding, soft!dommatt, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), pet names (baby, sweetheart, ma, my girl, pretty girl, good girl), use of y/n

pt 1, pt 2

recap

“yeah but everything just fits you so well”

i blushed, hard.

“i- not like that” he covered his face in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t trying to be weird”

“no, i know” i smiled walking towards him

“you know hm?” he smiled looking up as i walked right in front of him

“mhm” i bit my lip and he slid his hands around my waist bringing my closer to him

“god, you’re beautiful.” i blushed even more

“can i?” he lifts my top

“please” i mumble as he slides it off, kissing my neck softly

“fuck baby, i need you” he groaned against my neck

“yeah? you have me.”

he sat me on my bed and quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. i looked up at him and i started palming his through his boxers, he threw his head back and groaned.

“fuckkk y/n i’m not gonna last long”

“me neither baby it’s okay”

he gripped my thighs and kicked off his jeans and climbed on top of me

“are you sure you want this?”

“yes- fuck matt i need you” i whined

he pulled down my shorts and revealed my black thong.

“this all for me pretty girl?”

“mhmm fuck matt stop teasing”

he made circles on my clit through my panties before pulling them off of me

“ngh~ fuckk”

he massaged my boobs through my bra and i threw my head back as he started kissing the skin around my bra, licking a bit as he made his way back down my body, he yanked off his shirt and placed many kisses on my clit and licked a stripe up my folds

“shit matt holy-“ he took his dick out of his boxers and slid them down slightly, rubbing his tip on my folds, which made me whimper like crazy, he was huge.

“fuck baby, so wet for me”

“m-mghh please matt~”

he reached out his hand

“spit, y/n” i reluctantly spit and he used my spit as a lubricant to stroke himself

“this might hurt a little, okay?”

“okay” i whined as he slowly entered me

letting me adjust to his size

“move please!” i whined he pumped into me slowly

“good girl, taking me so well” he groaned

“faster matt!” i threw my head back as he quickened his speed, pumping into me quickly

“fuck baby, i’m close” he panted in my ear

“me too”

his voice in my ear was so raspy and breathy it had me even closer to the edge

“where do you want it sweetheart?”

“in me please”

“yeah? you want me to fuck my kids into you?”

“matt please”

he came inside of me, painting my walls with his warm liquid as he groaned

“fuckk so tight, i feel you clenching ma, let go for me” and i did.

“nghhh~ FUCK MATT” i screamed as i came hard. he smiled and kissed my forehead

“you’re so pretty, did so well my girl”

i smiled and we cuddled for the rest of the night until we eventually fell asleep

authors note:

hey bitchess, series is over, it was a very short one but i need a matt in my life. anywhoo lowkey i think i ate but lmk in the comments 💋

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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Fuck Yeah Shorts

Welcome to my collection of short fics, including one-shots, two-parters and other limited series. Please read tags and warnings listed under each series and chapter before reading.

JOEL MILLER

Butter

Possible two-shot | baker! F!reader | no outbreak AU | moodboard

What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

FRANKIE MORALES

Grays (complete)

Rated E | two-shot | hairstylist! F!reader | includes collection of drabble requests set in Grays universe

Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head.

JAVIER PEÑA

Letterman Jacket (complete)

E 🔞 | PWP oneshot | DEA Legal Counsel!F!reader

Tensions come to a head between you and Javier on the private jet back to Bogotá after a long, frustrating day. Or rather - after six long, frustrating years of bad blood.

DIN DJARIN

It Would Be (complete)

Rated T | two-shot | angst and yearning galore | F!reader

‘It would be easier if you just married him’.

MAIN MASTERLIST

#fuckyeahmasterlist #one shot #two shot #short series #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #mandalorian fanfiction #frankie morales x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #din djarin x you #mando x you #mandalorian x you #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales

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that-tmr-girl · 4 months

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Betrayal {Part 1}

Aris x female reader smut from his P.O.V

Fingering, oral, blow job, slight hair pulling kink, vaginal sex

I love Y/N with my entire heart. I really do. I just want to give her the world, save her, make her happy, make her laugh, and love her forever.

As I laid beside her for the last night though, I had a feeling that she wouldn't let me. Not after what I was about to do to Thomas. I had a feeling that she would hate me.

Which is why I was kissing her like it would keep my alive. I needed her just one last time. I needed to love her like no tomorrow until I never could.

"Aris,"She breathed out as I kissed from her lips to jaw. "There are people around,"She whispered.

"They're all asleep. So come with me,"I whispered, taking her hand. She smiled that beautiful smile I would miss so much as she stood up. With almost silent footsteps I pulled her around the building we were staying in and had her against the wall. I kept my hands on her waist as I kissed her, asking for entrance as I licked her bottom lip. She let me in, sucking my tongue and letting me taste her.

"Aris, we need to be quick,"She tried to reason, pulling her shirt off.

"Nobody will be up for hours. Just give me a taste. Just a little one,"I pleaded. She shuddered at my words and as I kissed down her bare stomach. When I was finally on my knees I kissed her inner thigh, sucking on her soft skin. She let out a little whimper as her fingertips grazed my scalp.

Working my way up, I finally came to her soaked pussy. Looking at her face and meeting her eyes, I thrust a finger into her and started pumping. She threw her head back as I added another and curled them inside her as deep as I could go. Using my thumb, I rubbed small circles on her clit.

"Aris,"She repeated as she clenched around me. Closing my eyes, I attached my mouth to her pussy and started sucking, still keeping my fingers inside of her. She let out a deep breath as she came in my mouth. I swallowed all of it before taking my fingers out. Just when she thought I was done I repeatedly flicked my tongue against her clit. I saw the way her legs were threatening to give out as I increased my pace before licking a stripe up her middle. "Holy fuck,"She moaned, though this was anything but holy. Not that I cared. As long as she was making noise, as long as I knew that I was making her feel good, then she could say anything, no matter how loud.

Gripping her thighs, I plunged my tongue inside of her, swirling it in a circle. She let out that sound as her breathing turned raspy before letting go. I got everything I could past my lips before staring up at her in awe. Not even because she was doing anything. Just because she exists.

I kept my eyes on my my pretty girl as I stood up. Shoving me against the wall, she dropped to her knees, pulling my clothes off. She met my eyes as she pulled out my throbbing cock and pumped me. I couldn't help but throw my head back as she circled my tip.

"Y/N,"I breathed out, running my fingers through her hair. Dropping my head, I saw her looking up as she gave teasing kitten licks to my tip.

"Please,"I begged. She looked at me with a devilish grin on that angelic face before wrapping her mouth around me. I made a makeshift ponytail in her hair as she started bobbing her head up and down. Feeling my tip hit the back of her throat, I dared to moan louder as my hold on her tightened. She started humming around me as she seemed to take me deeper and deeper. Feeling myself start to twitch I looked down, staring at her lips around my cock, at her knotted hair that I was still holding, and her skin littered with marks. So pretty. So precious, and right now she's mine.

Closing her eyes, she wrapped her hands around what couldn't fit and pumped me. With my breathing growing heavy, I full on pulled her hair as I shot my seed down her throat. Somehow, she swallowed all of it before pulling away.

"You inside me now,"She ordered, standing up. I immediately pinned her around the wall, teasing her entrance with my dick. She let out an inpatient groan as she wrapped her arms around me. I grabbed her ass and slammed into her. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, letting out those soft moans that she knows drive me crazy, making me go harder. With each thrust I let out a grunt of pleasure as she took me just as amazing as always.

"You're always so tight,"I groaned, feeling her grow wetter. She whimpered at my words as I felt her walls clench. "You always feel so good,"I mumbled against her neck. "Take me so well. Look so perfect while you do it,"I praised, feeling myself start to twitch. As her breathing was almost non-existent she came all over me. I pulled out and slammed into her one more time, climaxing inside of her.

"Oh fuck,"She whispered as I kept myself inside of her. Pressing my body against hers, I held her thighs before slamming her back into the wall. She looked ready to start screaming as I fucked her like it was all I knew how to do, like slamming into her, making her scream, and cumming inside of her until her thighs were coated with both of our liquids, was what I was made for.

"I'm gonna cum,"She moaned as she tightened.

"Then, cum princess. Cum all over my cock,"I whispered in her ear. She seemed ready to start screaming her throat raw so I put my fingers in her mouth for her to suck on. She did just that before climaxing. Feeling my thrusts get sloppier I pushed into her one more time before doing the same.

Out of breath, we both just needed a minute of not even moving as we came down from our highs. When she did I slowly let her legs fall to the floor.

Still, I kept my arms around her as I breathed in her scent, savoring the way it feels to go from fucking her so hard to loving her so gently. She is the only one who could ever make me feel like that. Like no matter what we did, how extreme we went, there was still so much love and care. All I ever wanted was her. It didn't matter how. From just holding her hand to pinning her against a wall, she was my everything.

So I didn't let go as I put my chin on her shoulder. I just drowned in this feeling I wish I could have forever.

Because I knew it wouldn't happen again, and I knew I would cry myself to sleep because of it.

#aris tmr #aris jones #aris x reader #smut #light angst #part 1/2 #one shot #tmr #tmr smut #tmr aris #smut and angst #short series

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𝔢 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯

𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 patreon tapas webtoon

#hotwe #ether #comic #webcomic #short series #short story #experimental

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wildsupernova · 15 hours

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summer, sun, and a smoking engine.

summary: when your car breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins, Indiana, you don’t have many options other than try walking and find help. Thankfully, Steve Harrington is here to help.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, no use of y/n, little bit of mechanic eddie thrown in there (not really a warning but i have nowhere else to put this)

a/n: hello! this fic is a bit self indulgent, i guess you would call it. my love life has been quite terrible pretty much all my life, and i’m the kind of person who can’t help dreaming about a movie cliche type meet cute, so i wanted to write this fic to help quell my insatiable desire for a rom com romance. this is part one of what will probably be a three part series, so i hope you enjoy! :)

if you’d like to make a request, my inbox is always open. i also have my prompts list linked below so you request one of those as well.

part 2 (coming soon) | masterlist | prompts list

Stranded on the side of the road in Hawkins, Indiana was not the way you wanted to start your summer vacation.

You should be in Indianapolis by now, lounging by the pool at your best friend’s house, raiding her parent’s liquor cabinet and getting drunk off your asses until you can’t remember anything the next morning. Not here, pounding against the steering wheel of your shitty rustbucket of a car wishing you’d actually remembered to do what your dad told you and take it to a mechanic before you made the trip. The horn honked as you slammed your forehead into it, but it was quickly swallowed up by endless fields on either side of you.

The universe had a sick sense of humor when it came to you in particular, and it seemed the jokes never ended. Some vengeful god or cosmic plan had singled you out as the sole outlet for their aggression; just a girl with a particularly unremarkable life, desperate to escape the world just for a few weeks and forget about her ridiculously non-existent love life and only slightly above average academic career.

Lately, your life has felt like one big joke. Everyday seemed to be the exact same mind numbing routine; wake up late, rush to make it to your 9 am lecture that left you falling asleep halfway through, eat the same shitty college cafeteria lunch you always did, spend three hours cramming for a test you know you’ll fail anyway, and go to bed at 2 am just to wake up and do it all over again the next day. You watched everyone else around you do something with their lives, whether they were partying all night or getting married. Everyone seemed to be having ten times more fun than you, and you were starting to think that you were just destined for a lonely, less than exceptional life.

By the time you hit 20 with no long term relationships ever (none that really meant anything, anyway), you’d begun to think it was all futile. Maybe you were destined to be alone forever, maybe you just weren’t looking in the right places, maybe it just wasn’t the right time, but whatever the reason, it had you banging your head against the wall every time your roommate gushed about how sweet and sexually adept her boyfriend was.

That’s why it really shouldn’t have surprised you that today of all days would be the one where you end up stranded in a town you’d never heard of until you saw the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign a few miles ago.

You’d seen a few cars coming this direction before your car had broken down, so you knew there had to be some sort of civilization not far from here. You’d considered standing by your car and waiting in the hopes that someone would stop to help you, but the sun was already beginning to set and it didn’t really seem like the safest idea to be alone in your car at sundown, especially in some place you didn’t know. That’s what pushed you towards what you were doing now, walking down the long stretch of road and hoping that you’d find someone who could help you not too far down it.

Somehow, it seemed to feel hotter now that the sun was beginning to set, blistering heat causing sweat to begin forming on your skin almost the minute you stepped out of your car. You’d chosen the wrong day to wear a sundress and sandals, the arches of your feet burning more and more the longer you walked. You swatted at probably thousands of mosquitos that began to swarm you as you walked, and by the time you finally saw the signs of the city, you could feel your hair sticking to your forehead from the thick coating of sweat collecting there.

The sun was about halfway set by the time you reached the parking lot of the small strip mall, and when you looked at the watch on your wrist it blinked dimly at half past 5. Every store was closed already except for one, a small Family Video store with a single maroon BMW parked outside the door. Finding it the only option you had other than to keep walking, and hoping the AC inside would be working, you pushed your way through the door and hoped someone inside would let you use the phone. And the bathroom.

“I’m telling you, Robin, I’m hopeless.” Steve struggled to hold the stack of tapes in his hand, almost sending all of them tumbling to the floor when he tripped over a bump in the carpet.

“You’re not hopeless, you’re just looking in the wrong places.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“Maybe stop looking for the type of girl you had in high school? You’ve matured, so start looking for something new.”

“That's the problem, I don’t even know what my type is.” He placed the stack of tapes on the counter, picking up a few that fell over. Robin came to stand next to him, taking the tape off the top of the stack and starting to rewind it.

“I don’t know what to tell you, figure it out. Who knows? Maybe your dream girl will come walking right through that door any minute.”

The universe has one sick sense of comedic timing, doesn’t it?

Steve opened his mouth to offer up a rebuttal but was cut off by the chime of the bell above the door, hinges squeaking at it flung open then shut rather harshly. He turned towards the door and prepared to give his stupid, fake customer service greeting, but was cut short when he saw who it was that had just come through the door.

He had never seen anyone like you. Hair a mess as if your hands had been running through it for hours, covered in sweat and rocking back and forth on your heels to stop your feet from hurting, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything more beautiful. Wearing a black sundress covered in white daisies and flat brown sandals, you looked like something out of a rom com cliche, damsel in distress stumbling into his life at just the right time. You looked around the store almost frantically and visibly irritated, but the second you laid your eyes on Steve on the other side of the counter you breathed a sigh of relief.

He had to snap himself out of whatever trance you put him in when you started walking towards him.

“Hey, do you guys have a phone I can use? My car broke down like a mile from here and I really need to call a mechanic.”

“Uh, yeah, there’s a phone in the back you can use.” A stray strand of hair fell into Steve’s face as he physically shook himself back into reality. “My friend’s a mechanic, I can give you the number to his shop if you want.”

“That would be perfect, thank you.” The relieved laugh you let out made his face heat up a bit, and he quickly grabbed a piece of paper to scribble the number to Eddie’s garage down on. He ripped it off and handed it to you, nodding towards the door reading ‘Employees Only’.

“Phone’s back there, take all the time you need.”

“Thank you so much,” Your eyes flitted down to the name tag on his vest, flashing him a soft grin. “Steve.”

Once you disappeared into the back room, Steve leaned forward against the counter. Robin let out a whistle and hopped up to sit on the counter next to him, kicking her feet back and forth.

“Man, I was kidding when I said she’d walk through the door any minute, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that starstruck by a girl you just met.”

“She’s probably just…passing through town. Who knows if I’ll ever see her again after this.” Steve popped the tape out of the machine and put another one in, trying to occupy himself with anything other than thinking about you.

“So? When has that ever stopped you before?”

“I don’t know, Robin. It’ll probably end in disaster just like every other time.”

“I don’t care. If you don’t take your shot with this girl, I might just kill you.”

Almost on cue, the door to the back room swung open again, a visible shift in your demeanor than when you’d walked in. You looked far less tense, and Steve found it hard to keep his eyes off of you.

“You are truly a life saver. With any luck, I’ll be out of here and back on the road before sundown.”

“It’s no problem, really.” Steve turned his head away to hide the blush on his cheeks. He gave Robin a look as she silently pushed him to keep the conversation going, eventually holding his hands up in surrender. “My shift’s almost over so I can, uh, give you a ride back to your car, if you want. I’d hate for you to have to walk all the way back in this heat. Plus it's almost dark, I wouldn't want a girl like you wandering around out there alone.”

Steve pressed his lips together tightly when he realized what he’d said, but the smile on your face let him relax.

“I’d like that, thank you.” You rocked back and forth on your heels while you waited for Steve to gather his things, dress swishing back and forth against your thighs. You laughed a little to yourself while he scrambled frantically, muttering something to himself while he flushed red up to his ears. You flashed him a sweet smile when he finally had all his things, following him out the door and into the beemer you’d seen parked outside when you first arrived.

Steve was handsome, there was absolutely no denying that. Sunkissed skin that was likely the result of hours of relaxing by the pool, fluffy brown hair you couldn’t help but want to run your hands through and the kindest brown eyes you’d ever seen. You were sure that at one time in his life he was a heartbreaker with all those good looks and boyish charm, but the way he got flustered just talking to you made you believe that he had put those days long past him.

He seemed almost nervous sitting in the car with you, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road while stealing a few quick glances at you. He adjusted himself in the seat and cleared his throat, trying to break the tension in the air.

“So, uh, what brings you to Hawkins?”

“Just passing through on my way to visit a friend in Indianapolis.” You smoothed down the skirt of your dress to find something to do with your hands. “Was hoping I’d get there by nightfall but, unfortunate turn of events I suppose.”

“Where are you from?”

“Out of state.” You kept it vague, still not quite sure if you could totally trust him. “I go to school in Indiana though.”

A few seconds later, your car finally came into view, seemingly in much worse shape than you left it. White smoke now billowed from underneath the hood, and you leaned yourself against the dash to try to get a better look from inside the car.

“No, no no no.” As soon as Steve made a U-turn and parked his car behind yours, you opened the door and ran over, running a hand through your hair in a panic.

“I’m sure it's not…that bad.” Steve tilted his head as he came up next to you, scrunching his face as he looked at the smoke continuing to spill from your engine. “Yeah, I don’t think it's supposed to do that.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You let out a groan before collapsing to the curb, head in your hands. “I should have listened to my dad when he told me to get it checked. Now who knows how long it’ll be before I can get back on the road.”

“Look, Eddie’s good at what he does.” Steve sat down next to you, nudging his shoulder into yours to offer some comfort. “He’ll have her back up and running in no time.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll take a miracle to fix all the problems with this piece of shit.”

Steve’s small chuckle was drowned out by the rumble of an engine, raising your head to see a tow truck traveling down the road towards you and your still smoking car. The red, hand painted detailing stood out against the black body of the truck, and as it got closer, you could hear the rumble of metal music blaring out of the open truck window. The driver, who you had yet to catch a glimpse of, backed the truck until the winch was close to the front of your car, the truck letting out one last puff of smoke through the exhaust as the engine shut off.

“Always picking up strays, aren’t you Harrington?” The driver called out at Steve as he opened the truck’s door, a soft thud sound following after as he hopped out of the truck. Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m helping someone whose car broke down.”

“Mhmm. Bet you wouldn’t be helpin’ em if they weren’t so pretty though.” The man that had stepped out of the truck was the last person you’d expect to run a mechanic’s garage. Long, curly black hair down to his shoulders, arms covered in mismatched tattoos, and a cocky smirk on his face while he chewed on a toothpick. He looked to be only a few years older than yourself, and while you could tell that his disposition was likely off putting to most people he met, you found it oddly…comforting. Better a charming metalhead than a greasy bald guy drenched in sweat, you supposed.

“You gonna get her car down to the garage or what?” Steve put his hands on his hips, earning a laugh from the other man.

“Lemme assess the damage man. I gotta see what I’m working with.” He walked to the front of the car, playfully shoeing Steve away from it while he popped the hood. As soon as he did, smoke puffed out from around the engine, causing him to cough and wave it out of his face. He let out a whistle, leaning over the car to get a better look at the engine. “Good news, probably just a busted radiator hose. Easy and cheap fix, no biggie. Bad news? I won’t be able to fix it til’ the morning.”

“What?” You stood up from where you sat on the curb, leaning against the car. “I’m supposed to be in Indianapolis tonight. What am I gonna do?”

“Well, I’m sure ole Stevie over here can help you figure something out, can’t you Harrington?” He clasped his hand on Steve’s shoulder and gave him a rather rough shake. Steve sent him a glare before turning back to you, trying to offer up a sympathetic smile.

“There’s a motel a few minutes into town. Nobody ever stays there, so there should be room. I can give you a ride over, if you want.”

You took a second to take in your surroundings. Here you were, stranded on the side of the road in an unfamiliar small town, with a car that had no chance of working until morning and no way to tell your friend you wouldn’t make it to her house tonight. Your only other option was to start hitchhiking, so staying in a dead end motel sounded good right about now.

“I guess I don’t really have many other options.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, Eddie’ll take good care of her.” Eddie winked at you playfully, bringing a small smile to your face. “And Stevie here will take good care of you.”

“Eddie, come on man.” Steve hid his face in embarrassment while Eddie snickered, clapping him on the back when he went to hook up the winch. You hide the redness in your own cheeks behind your hands.

“Sorry man, couldn’t help it.” Once the winch was hooked up and the front wheels of the car were off the ground, Eddie hopped back into the truck, leaning out the window to call down to you before he left. “I’ll get to work on her first thing in the morning, promise. She’ll be good as new before you know it.”

He flashed you another smile before starting up the truck again, driving back towards town while you stood there watching your car get dragged along behind him.

“Sorry about Eddie. He can be…alot, sometimes.” Steve leaned on the hood of his car, crossing his arms over his chest. You shrugged.

“S’okay. He reminds me a lot of a few of my friends back home, actually.” Steve chuckled a bit and nodded towards his car.

“Well, you’ll be able to handle him better than me then. Come on, I’ll take you over to the motel.” You climbed back into the passenger seat of Steve’s car, sending him a quick thank you before he drove off.

The sun was almost fully behind the horizon when you finally pulled into the parking lot of the ‘Stop Inn Motel’, a small, two story collection of motel rooms with a main office smack dab in the middle of it. There were only a few other cars in the parking lot, and the flashing neon ‘vacancy’ sign above your head almost made your head hurt in the dimming light.

The girl behind the counter only looked up from her magazine after you rung the bell, rolling her eyes as she stood from her chair.

“It’s $10 a night for a single, $15 for a double.”

“Just a single for the night, please.” You went to reach into your wallet for cash but Steve stopped you, handing over his own $10 bill to the desk attendant. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“You’ve already had a shitty enough day. It’s 10 bucks, no big deal.” Your shoulders relaxed at the soft smile on Steve’s face, kind eyes softening when he saw the way your mood rose a little. The girl behind the counter dangled a set of keys in front of you, which you took quickly.

“Checkout at 2 tomorrow. Stay after check out and it's a $5 fee per hour unless you pay for another night.” You gave her a nod and a thank you, which she ignored before heading back to her chair from before and flipping through her magazine again.

Steve helped carry your bags from his trunk up to your room, standing outside while he passed you your bags over the threshold. You thanked him one more time before going to close the door, but he cleared his throat nervously to stop you.

“Hey, uhm, you’re probably starving after everything today and I thought maybe I could…show you the best places to eat around town while you’re here?” The nervous wringing of his hand had your heart swelling in your chest. You were usually the one nervous around guys like Steve, and you simply couldn’t find it in yourself to turn down his offer. You’d always wanted to take more chances. Why not this one?

“I’d like that.” He raised his head as if he’d expected you to say no, smile curling his lips upwards. “Just give me an hour to get changed. I’m, like, drenched in sweat and dirt right now.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Good. See you then.”

You watched Steve all the way back to his car, closing the door behind you once he got out of your view. You leaned against it for a moment and took a deep breath in, then frantically began opening your luggage to find something to wear.

Hey, maybe your piece of shit car was good for something after all.

⊲Part 2, coming soon⊳

#steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve x reader #stranger things angst #women writers #stranger things fluff #fluff #short fanfic #meet cute #romantic #short series #eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson

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erensdirtytoes · 5 days

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𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗬 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 (𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝗧he cold breeze aggressively pinches my body making it feel close to numb. Snow was piled up at the tip of my feet, gently tickling my fingers. I moved my gaze up to the sky desperately trying to find any warmth from the sun. Unfortunately instead of heat I was greeted with a shadow looming over me.

A woman with long orange hair and kind brown eyes lends her hand out to be. She’s painfully aware of my situation and seems to try and make and effort to help me. A little hesitant at first I accept her hand and she carefully guides me to a large boat. Last thing I remember before black out is a male with a rare shade of green for hair color, grumpily asking for more time to sleep.

Finally being able to gather my senses I woke up on a bed inside of a room most likely located in the ship. Almost as soon as I woke up a light voice coming from below me called out to me. Looking down I see a deer looking animal trying its best to get my attention. “Oh great you’re finally awake!” My eyes widen at the animal being able to communicate with me.

“You can talk?” My throat was oddly dry and a weird taste was on my tongue. “Of course I can, the names Chopper” the animal spoke up once again startling. I decide it’s best to be respectful since Chopper has been the one taking care of me. “I like your name it matches you. My name is Y/N” his eyes immediately light up at the compliment. “THANK YOU” the door swings open and in comes a familiar orange haired girl.

“Glad to see your awake” she speaks out calmly. “Was I asleep for long” she smiles before answering “a bit I’d say around a week. I’m Nami by the way!” my mouth parts open before a thankful expression takes over my face. “Shit! Im sorry for being a free loader for so long. Thank you for taking care of me, I’m perfectly fine to leave now” I stand up getting ready to leave, doing my best to ignore the extricating pain on my leg. Nami puts her hand on my shoulder indicating me to lay back down. “Don’t worry got her some more sleep! I almost forgot to ask what’s your name?”

“Y/N”

#monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #x reader #one piece nami #one piece #one piece chopper #book #fanfic #short series

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a-strange-familiar · 2 years

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HIS MEMORIES

EX LOVERS TO LOVERS. angst. (Short series)

( don't come after me because of the pic. I'm worst at editing collage and all )

Summary : you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry edward styles #harry styles series #short series

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tuliptired · 23 days

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Can you do one with Phoebe coming out to her family?

Cool Girl, Totally Untouchable (Ch 3/3!)

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/ Melody

holy hell I loved writing this. Ty for your support!

read on Ao3 for better formatting and a better note!

The curtains were pulled in to block out any excess light, as per Melody’s request. Phoebe recoiled at the sight of fake blood, another innocent college student killed by the masked murderer in the mid-budget movie. They were huddled together on her bed, Melody on her stomach as she watched the film on the last laptop in New York that still had a DVD slot, let alone an attachment for cassettes.

Phoebe was comfortable, if not a little warm. She didn’t pay much attention to the sounds of death emanating from her computer, but rather the girl next to her. Melody had been to the firehouse at least twice a week for a while now- she had a few t-shirts and shorts to prove it. Phoebe’s eyes drifted over to the drawer they resided in, sectioned off so they didn’t get confused with her own. Her mom had suggested it offhandedly- Phoebe didn’t really care, standing over the open wardrobe wondering if she should wait for the dryer cycle to finish or just throw on Melody’s well loved concert memorabilia. She slept in her own pajamas that night, restlessly.

Her attention snaps back to the screen, as the scene changes for gore and guts to a room full of women changing. She can feel her blood pool in her cheeks as she rushes to turn the volume down, voice shaky.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, heart beat still fast at the sudden promiscuity, “these were in a stack from Ray’s basement.” Her voice grew quiet. Thankfully it wasn’t crazy explicit, her distaste for the now 70-something year old man left to a minimum. He was a geek in the 80’s, the gaudy nature of the sci-fi in the movie telling enough, but he was also a dude in the 80’s. She shuddered at the thought.

“I don’t mind.” Melody’s voice stopped her hovering finger from pressing down the “skip button”. She leaned back cautiously, letting the video play out. Melody really didn’t mind, expression intrigued as her head lay in her crossed arms.

Phoebe let out a breath, even more thankful that the scene was more dialogue than action. She followed the blonde in the pink top. Her hair was nice, that’s all. Cut short at her ears, eyes blue and eyelashes thoroughly curled. This must’ve been what they meant by “bombshell”.

“Think she’s cute?” Melody pointed to the woman, the question making Phoebe jump a little. Hm.

She didn’t really have an answer. She was definitely attractive, there was no denying that. If she was a boy, she’d date her.

“I dunno,” her voice was a little dumber than it usually was, to her at least. Not feeling like that was significant enough, she spoke up again. “If I was a boy, maybe.” Melody snorted.

She sat up on her arms then, examining the screen a little harder. “She’s nice. I like the brunette more, though.” It occurred to Phoebe that the blonde wasn’t the only woman on screen, and there in fact was a brunette, in the corner with a book in her lap, the only one with practical sleeping clothes on. It was weird, hearing a girl call another “nice” like a boy would.

She felt awkward, not responding. “She’s okay.” Phoebe hugged her knees closer to her chest.

“Okaaaay.” Melody suddenly leaned forward, rewinding the video, before stopping at a scene like the female-dominated one, except for it being a group of the male leads in a gym locker room. “What about them?”

Phoebe was thoroughly confused. Boys in a locker room. So what?

“What about them?”

“If you had to pick one. Which would you pick?”

She shrugged, brows creased slightly. They all looked the same. Guy with blond hair, guy with brown hair, guy with orange hair. “If I had to pick?”

“New question. If you had to pick between a girl and a boy.” Melody was invested in her experiment, as Phoebe grappled for a hold on the question.

She was speechless. Melody posed a third question, fully sitting up like Phoebe was. “Do you like any of them?” There was a slight edge to her voice that she could see the girl cringe at.

“The blond guy is stupid, and his friends are dumber,” she confessed, not sure what it said about her. “The girl’s are smarter. Julie didn’t let Amy and Bethany go into the woods alone, because she knew they’d get caught by the killer.” Melody’s gaze and silence felt like a guillotine.

“Have you ever liked a boy?” The girl asked innocently as she messed with a loose thread on Phoebe’s comforter.

She couldn’t remember a time in her recent memory where she liked anyone, not like she was supposed to. It was never that important to her, really. It was just the moments when her mom would call her a “late-bloomer” that it started to hurt. So, she resolved to run a test with Podcast while at a street fair before he went back to Summerville, as the weather cooled and the season transitioned to fall. She did all the cliche’s, complaining about the weather to get his jacket, sharing food. She didn’t feel anything, other than her friend’s coat around her shoulders and powdered sugar sticking to her fingers as he passed her a piece of funnel cake.

She attempted holding his hand as they walked through the crowd. But, for the first time that evening, it felt worse than nothing, it felt wrong. She couldn’t pinpoint it- and she’s sure that on a regular day she would be fine with his hand in her’s, but she wasn’t right. She felt bad as she let it drop, but since then he’s never mentioned it. So they moved on, and she was eternally grateful that he’d played an unknowing, unprotesting participant in her study.

“I guess not.” Now it was her turn to mess with the loose fibers of her bedding. Jeez, this would need to be replaced soon. She turned her head, hesitantly but still curious. “Have you?”

Melody shrugged. “Sure. Alex Thompson.” Phoebe’s fist’s clench out their own conviction, jaw tightening a little. Fuck you, Alex.

“Cool.”

Melody hit her once on the shoulder, laughing prankishly. “Relax,” she teased, “we were in kindergarten.” Phoebe calmed a bit at that. Still, fuck you Alex.

She remembered the laptop, the movie catching up to a part with only the female lead. “Have you? Liked…girls?”

Melody looked at her like the answer was obvious. “Of course.”

Oh. Phoebe nodded. “Both.”

“Both.”

Phoebe felt the bed get lighter, as a loud thud hit the wooden flooring. Melody was on the ground, hands over her face.

“Oh my god, Phebes. You’re so gay.” The word felt like a projectile to the back of her head.

“I’m…” She didn’t have the words. “Plenty of…girls. Don’t like guys.”

“What do you think that’s called?” Stalemate. “Have you seriously never given it any thought?”

“I didn’t think it was important,” Phoebe’s voice raised, unintentionally, defensively.

Melody sat up from the floor, eyes gentle and benevolent. “It’s not.” Her words soothed Phoebe’s bout of anxiousness. “It’s not.”

“Okay. Okay, I’m- I…like. Girls.” Melody applauded her from her spot on the ground.

“Kudos.”

She shifted on the bed. It felt like there was a weight lifted off of her, which was quickly replaced with a new one. “This is so unceremonious.” Melody was next to her again. She moved fast, almost reminding Phoebe of a spirit. Almost.

“You’re not very ‘ceremonious’ yourself.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“How would you want it to happen? The realization?” Melody wiggled her fingers in the air, mystifying the hypothetical.

“I’m not sure.” In your arms, she so desperately wanted to say, against your lips.

“But. Calling it. Gay. Feels so…official. I’d have to…come out? Right?”

Melody shrugged, thinking about it. “Not if you don’t want to. You could surprise them like I did, call Jessica Rabbit hot.”

“I think I’d rather just tell them.”

The girl beside her rested her head against Phoebe’s. “Whatever you do, I’m proud of you. Be you, Phebes.”

“Thanks.” I’m a better me when you’re around.

Her bedroom door opened, just mom. Still, both girls separated as the door opened a crack.

“Melody, your mom called. She wants you home.”

“No fun. She never wants me home this early. Thanks for having me, Ms. Spengler.” She gives Phoebe’s hand a discreet squeeze before she rises, present to none but the two of them. “Bye, Phebes.”

“I can walk you home,” Phoebe starts, eager to see her go. Callie cuts her off.

“Gary’s got it, he’s in the car,” she held the door open. Phoebe deflated a little. “Goodnight, Melody.” As she went down the garage, the mother and daughter caught the beginning of a conversation about her Bikini Kill tote bag. The car doors shut, and they could hear the Ecto take off.

Her mom broke the silence. “You had fun?” She picks up the room a little, stealing a glimpse of the clunky computer as Phoebe moves to shut it.

“SoCal Killer.” She instantly recognizes the movie. Great.

“Yeah.”

Phoebe liked girls. Okay, great. She went to bed earlier than usual, staring out her window as she tried sleeping above the sheets. Again, unceremonious. She’d wake up the next morning, brushing her teeth as she recalled her revelation. Cool. She’d make herself breakfast, shower, get dressed- nothing felt that different. She needed another variable.

“Trevor.” His head snapped up from whatever hunk of metal and gears he was messing with. He was catching up to her this summer. She’d get back into engineering at a later time.

“What’s up?” She was wrong- it was just a lego set. That he was doing in bed.

Phoebe stilled in the doorway. “You’re dating Lucky, right?” He looks around, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say dating. Not unless she said we were. Boy friends and girl friends don’t have to da-”

“Cool, whatever. Was her being a girl an important factor for you?”

Pure silence. “That’s a loaded question.”

“Answer. Please.”

He put down the separator he had in his hands, pondering it. “I…noticed it. But if I felt the way I do now about her, and she was a guy, there’s not much I can do to change that? I’m not sure I have what you’re looking for.” Interesting. She thanked him as she shut the door.

“Did she say we were dating?”

More data. She liked girls, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Just like Trevor couldn’t do anything about liking girls. Just like her mom couldn’t do anything about liking boys. She watched cars pass below, head against the cold glass of the window. What if she did want to come out? Trevor and Gary didn’t have hateful bones in their bodies. Dr. Stantz, Dr. Venkman, Dr. Zeddemore…she wouldn’t be surprised if they got a little experimental in the 70’s, so she puts them at the point of least concern. Her mom. She was reared Jewish, inherited from the father who didn’t raise her in addition to the mother who did. She was more agnostic, in her own way. She was mitzvah’d, and fulfilled Trevor’s request for one after casual Sunday schooling, but it never went farther than that. God lived in her, rather than out. Could she find God in her daughter, after being able to find it in a stack of old photographs? Could she find God in her daughter, after abandoning It in college?

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Time passed, and she promised Podcast she’d hang out after returning Dr. Stantz’s collection. As she stepped into the kitchen to grab a water bottle, she ran into Gary, pulling a tray of colorful cookies out the oven. Rainbow cookies.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She watched on as he added them to a collection of dozens of other rainbow frosted pastries.

“D’you want? They’re still warm.” He started to peel them off the baking pan with a spatula, not breaking eye contact with her.

“I figured. No, thank you.” She grabbed a water, slowly, retreating to the garage as she felt his eyes burn into the back of her head. Weird.

She enjoyed her time with her friend, but it was time to go home eventually. The only problem was, a random downpour kept her from being able to walk home. Thankfully, Trevor pulled up in front of Ray’s store, willing to drive her.

“Thanks,” she sighed as she sat down, rain clinging to her hair in the short time it took for her to run out to the Ecto.

Trevor nodded to her in the rear view. “Uh-huh.” They drove in relative silence, Trevor driving (obviously) as Phoebe started on a new book Ray had let her take home. A cough cleared the air.

“So.” Trevor glanced back at her. “Music?”

“It’s a 5 minute drive.” He connected his phone to the aux anyway. He fumbled with his playlists, already disobeying traffic laws when his guardians weren’t present.

He stopped his mix of driving and scrolling. “That one guy from the singing show mom likes- he made a new song.”

Phoebe turned a page. “That one guy.”

“Yeah. With nail polish.” A pause. “Isn't it cool that he brought his boyfriend to the awards?”

Her eyes stopped in the middle of a sentence. “Totally.”

An even longer pause. “Want to listen?”

She cross referenced a subheading to something she read in the prologue. “I don’t think I’d like it, but you can if you want to.” In their long stint of being siblings, they both knew that it was code for “I don’t, but I’ll do it if it makes you happy.” Trevor’s previous attitude fell as he put his phone down, focusing on the road again. Weirder.

She reached home, a little tired and ready to sit in bed with her new literature. As she climbed the stairs, her mom was in their makeshift living area-laboratory, in front of their little box TV. There was a grainy, colorful video playing, as her mother stretched on the floor in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Hey, Phebes,” her voice was brighter than usual. “I was looking for an old movie in dad’s stuff, guess I found this instead.” She gestured to the TV as she pulled her arm across her body. A few women posed, stretching themselves in tight leotards, over tighter leggings. “Fonda. Fun to do on an ugly day like today- wanna join?”

Phoebe looked at the case on the couch, a happy woman on the front flexing her leg and hip muscles, dressed in 80’s workout attire. She looked back to her mom.

“Why did grandpa own Jane Fonda workout tapes?”

She took refuge in her room, finally. She tried calling Melody, but she didn’t get any response. That’s fine, it was around the time she was working, anyway. Still, the phone was kept by her pillow, just in case. She could make decisions on her own. If her family wants to be weird, she can be even weirder. It was time to tell them. It was admittedly a little scary, going into it with no coaching. It was terrifying, actually, no matter what she told herself. But, if she didn’t have to care about not liking girls before, she shouldn’t have to care about liking them now.

Her mom called her out for dinner. Paella. A very gay food. As they sat around the table and ate, Phoebe found her nerves ridiculous. Like a kid ready to drink their cough syrup, she dropped her fork.

“I have something to tell you.” Simple. To the point. All 6 eyes were on her, as she was given their undivided attention. Slightly scarier, now.

“I…” she could feel her breath and heart picking up on how scary it all was. She folded her hands, to keep herself grounded to what she had to say. “I like girls.”

No yelling. No hitting. No tears. No verses, from the Torah or otherwise. Not even a judgmental glance. But this felt worse.

“Oh, thank god.”

“Huh?” Phoebe never “huh’d”.

“We were scared you were homophobic.” Mom looked genuinely relieved.

“What-”

“You wear combat boots. Everywhere. You go to the barber. If that’s not gay, it’s something.”

“That makes me feel a lot better, thank you,” she unfolded her hands to defend herself sarcastically.

“Congrats. On being gay.” Trevor added his two cents.

“Unbelievable.”

“No, we’re so proud of you,” Callie took Phoebe’s hands in her own. “Because you told us, and you’re not a little bigot.”

Phoebe slumped over, embracing her mother’s touch. “What made you think I was…’

Gary reached over to the counter, a tupperware full of cookies in his hands. He still looked disappointed at her refusal. “You didn’t want a single pride cookie.”

Trevor nodded exasperatedly. “Didn’t wanna hear indie pop.”

Phoebe couldn’t get a word out before her mom cut in. “You didn’t even look twice at Jane Fonda. I thought you were an extremist.”

Her head hit the table. “Okay, okay. I’m not.” She could feel a rainbow cookie being placed on her plate beside her. A chair scraped against the floor, then two, then three. She could feel the arms of her family being wrapped around her shoulders.

“We love you so much, Phoebe. And she does, too.”

That hit her like a truck. It made things more complicated. Again, she was in her room, at the foot of her bed. She had a song playing, an artist that Melody enthusiastically recommended to her. As the song climaxed, she could hear the glass in her mind shattering. If she liked this girl, she actually had to tell her. Phoebe knew she loved Melody, that wasn’t the issue. In fact, she knew she wanted to hold hands with her, to share clothes, to let herself be lazy with her. All the things they did before. Just with a meaning, a name.

But to tell her? Painstaking. An extra layer of clarity lost like skin on her metaphorical wound. She’d laugh, call her adorable. Phoebe would watch on as Melody ripped out her heart and ate it whole.

Or. She’d give her the same smile she fell in love with some time ago. She’d take her hands, Phoebe’s damp ones in her perfect, soft ones. She’d say words that Phoebe’d be too nervous to listen to, she’ll tease her about it for years. And they’d kiss. Electricity, or ghost magic would envelope them. The rest of the world, physical and spiritual, would avert their eyes, and they’d kiss.

“I’m going. Out.” She stood behind the threshold of their bedroom as her mom folded clothes, laying them over Gary as he sat up in bed. Her hand was still on the doorknob as she looked at them, once. She normally never asked to go out, these days. Callie eventually nodded.

She let the door shut, before hearing a “good luck!” while she descended the stairs. Stepping out and out the dark of the street, she pulls her phone out.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Are you busy?”

They found themselves walking inside the walls of the Paranormal Research Center, all the way in Staten Island. Both were quiet. Phoebe clenched and unclenched her fists in her pockets.

Thankfully, they were alone, and these scientists didn’t bother to power down their equipment, blue glow illuminating their way. As Phoebe showed off the different ghosts, the blue lighting on Melody’s face made her breath hitch. She was ethereal. Phoebe ran out things to say as the question loomed over her, Melody across the room and peering into a machine.

“You really love this stuff, huh?” Phoebe stopped messing with the stuff on Lars’ desk. She hoped Melody couldn’t sense her anxiety.

“I love other stuff.”

“Enough to go all the way to Staten Island and break in?”

“Yeah.”

Phoebe stood behind her. It was a simple situation, but she found herself silently pleading. Please, turn around. I need to see you.

Melody turned, then. If she was psychic, she didn’t let on.

“Boo.” That same smile. Slightly shaky hands grabbing her’s. Phoebe could feel butterflies, moths, all flying insects fluttering around her stomach as the girl she loved gazed at her the way she’d dreamed of. She placed a tense hand on Melody’s cheek, afraid that she’d turn to mist before her eyes. They stayed like that for a few moments, just taking each other in. Fate. The universe. Finding God in another person.

“Unceremonious,” Melody teased her quietly as she moved forward, closing the gap between the pair.

Phoebe got the closest she’d ever been to feeling like a ghost in that moment, the ghastly apparitions she fought and trapped. The beautiful souls she marveled at and studied. If this was the afterlife, she wouldn’t mind spending forever like this, soul merging with the girl she was in love with.

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Tasty- Chapter 1

A new short series for y'all! Mostly smut with plot. #sorrynotsorry ;) Also can we talk about how fucking cute Tom Holland is?? As much as I do have love for Toby McGuire and Andrew Garfield, Tom is my fave. Enjoy!

It was Peter’s 27th birthday. His coworkers from his job at The Daily Bugle took him out to a local bar that had dancing bar girls. It really wasn’t his kind of place, but he went along with it. It was nice to go out for fun for a change rather than on patrol as Spiderman. He drank the fifth drink shoved in his hand, the alcohol not doing a lot to his high metabolism thanks to the spider bite all those years ago. He could drink anyone in the bar under the table. As the night drew on and his coworkers became increasingly drunk he could feel a slight tipsy sensation edging his brain as they whooped and hollered at the bar girls dancing on the counter. He had a feeling like someone was watching him and turned, looking around the bar until his eyes met a pair of black eyes staring back at him.

He felt a jolt of his spider sense run through him, making him blink and when he looked at the eyes again they were no longer black but Y/C/E. Peter shook his head as he took in the rest of the figure. A woman, shorter than him by just a few inches, curvaceous, and a hunger in her eyes as she stared at him that made him feel excitement mixed with a strange sense of fear. She gave him a lopsided smile, a smirk that screamed danger, then licked her lips and bit her bottom lip as she gave him a long look up and down. He wasn’t always one to initiate a flirtatious encounter but felt an urge to go to her. Peter smirked back at her, shoving down the trepidation he felt and walked over to her. Happy Birthday to me, he thought smugly.

Peter approached her and leaned up against the wall she was standing by. “Hey,” he greeted her, hoping it sounded more ruggedly handsome than he thought.

“Hey,” she cooed back at him, her smirk deepening. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Peter. What’s your name, beautiful?”

She giggled at his compliment. “Y/N,” she said, offering her hand out to him.

He shook her hand but didn’t let go of it, instead twisting his fingers so that he loosely held onto her fingers as he gazed at her. “You here alone, Y/N?”

“Yes,” she said, her fingers squeezing. “Looks like you're here with some buddies. Happy Birthday, by the way,” she turned her body to face him more.

“Oh, thanks,” Peter shrugged shyly.

“How old are you?” Y/N said as she took a small step toward him.

“27,” Peter’s eyes widened slightly as her face leaned towards him, the hand he was holding pulling his arm behind to her lower back and rested it at the top of her pants. “How old are you?”

“A lady never reveals her age,” Y/N winked at him, her hand now running up his arm and lingering on his neck for a moment before playing with the hair at the nape of his neck softly.

“Sure, but a lady needs to be of drinking age,” Peter said a little more seriously, not wanting to get in any trouble.

Y/N laughed at that, her laugh dancing around in his head, making him feel giddy. “Of course. I’m 33,” she said.

“You like slightly younger guys?” Peter asked, his eyes narrowing at her teasingly.

“Sometimes,” Y/N said as she looked up at him through her lashes. “You like slightly older women?”

“Love them,” Peter said as he leaned down, his nose gently bumping hers, making her smile widen. She set her drink down on a nearby table and her other hand looped around his neck with the other one, her nails giving his head a good scratch.

“Hm,” she hummed, her eyes darting from his eyes to his lips and back. “Can I give you a birthday present?”

“I love presents,” Peter said as he stared at her lips, his voice coming out as a husky grumble.

Y/N licked her lips again then pulled him down and kissed him. Peter’s hand at her back fisted into her shirt, pulling her body closer to his as he deepened the kiss. She blindly pushed him towards a dark part of the bar, turning so that he was pinning her against the corner of two walls. His hands gripped her hips as she opened her mouth for her tongue to lick along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and tasted her back. The kiss became increasingly frenzied, tongues licking frantically and nipping and sucking each other’s lips. He moved to start kissing her neck but she stopped him and kissed his neck first, licking along his jugular roughly and sucking at it as her hands slid down his shoulders, one stopping at his upper back to keep him close and the other roaming down to his pants.

She slipped her fingers past his belt and under his underwear, her fingers grasping his cock and slowly pumping his shaft. Peter almost buckled, his hands plastering against the walls to keep himself upright. As she continued to stroke him she moved her lips back up to his mouth, lewdly kissing him then sucking on his tongue at the same speed she was stroking his cock.

Peter moaned loudly, his breathing erratic. When she let go of his tongue he gritted his teeth and his hand dipped into his pants to stop her. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

Y/N giggled. “That’s kinda the point.”

“Not here,” Peter said, his eyes sweeping around them to make sure no one was looking.

“Your place or mine?” she asked, her tongue licking along his neck again.

Peter quickly pulled her outside and hailed a cab. He gave the driver his address then turned to Y/N who was already pawing at him to pull him close again. They made out in the cab, the driver turning the radio up louder so he couldn’t hear their moans or panting breaths. As soon as the cab pulled up at Peter’s apartment complex he threw some bills at the driver then nearly ripped Y/N out of the car and towards the door. They made out again in the lobby, the elevator, through the hallway until he was finally able to get his door unlocked. Once he had closed it behind them he pushed her towards his bedroom, her hands pulling his shirt off. They reached the bed and she pushed him down onto it first. “Sit against the headboard, handsome,” she instructed him. He quickly obeyed and moved himself up against the pillows. “Good boy,” she praised him, cocking an eyebrow at him. She slowly removed her shirt, revealing a lacy, bright red push-up bra. Peter groaned at the sight. She then pulled her pants down to reveal the matching lacy bottoms, her thighs jiggling as she got on the bed and started to crawl towards him.

“You smell so good, you know that?” Y/N whispered as she pulled his pants and underwear off.

“Holy shit,” Peter whimpered as she laid down in between his legs. Her hand returned to his cock, slowly stroking him again.

“I just wanna taste,” she glanced up at him, then licked the tip of his cock slowly. Peter’s head fell back against the headboard, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started slowly sucking him, her tongue licking around him as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Peter had never been given such good head before. His hips trembled as her fingers dug into his thighs, her head and mouth doing all the work. She sunk her head down so far that he hit the back of her mouth and instead of gagging she just swallowed, the tip dipping down into her throat. Peter shook, a deep moan falling past his lips.

“FUCK, how did you…ungh,” Peter whined as she pulled back up and gave him a hard suck before popping her lips off of him.

“Got your blood rushing,” Y/N sighed as she straddled his lap, her clothed pussy grinding down on his cock slowly. “Feel good, handsome?”

“So good…so good Y/N, God,” Peter gripped her hips, helping her grind against him.

Her hands slid up his torso, giving his nipples playful flicks and tweaks that made him rut up against her. She kissed him again, her tongue entangling with his again and giving it another suck as her hands then ran down his arms, pulling his wrists behind his back slowly. “I can smell you…best thing I’ve smelled in a long time,” Y/N licked along the side of his mouth and down to his neck. “Gonna taste you…you bloody tease,” she moaned as she sucked along his jugular again.

A part of Peter’s brain was screaming at him that something was wrong, the way she was talking about him smelling good was weird and abnormal, but his cock felt so good being rubbed by her underwear, her own wet arousal seeping through her panties onto him making his eyes roll back in his head. One of her hands tightened around his wrists to keep his arms back, her other hand coming up to grip the back of his neck and pulling it further to the side. “You gonna cum for me, handsome?” She sniffed him as he nodded, his hips trying to thrust up into her harder. “Cum for me,” her voice suddenly changed, a deep resonant command filling his head and making him feel more aroused than he had ever felt in his entire life. It made him desperate as he felt his balls tighten and he tensed before his cum spurted onto her hips and his stomach.

Y/N suddenly hissed and bit him. Peter’s mind short circuited. The confusing mix of pleasure and pain made him jerk against her, his hands trying to pull out of her hold but her grip was unyielding. His desperate moan as he came morphed into a yelp and grunt as he felt her teeth sink into his neck and she sucked at the vein. His spider senses kicked into overdrive, making him panic as he tried to fight her off. Y/N moaned deeply as she sucked from him, her hand at the back of his head almost ripping at his hair to keep him still as she drank from him. Peter squirmed until he could feel himself start to get tired, his eyes fluttering as his strength depleted slowly.

“What the hell…?” he mumbled as the fight in him gave up. His body slumped against the headboard. His vision slowly blackened, the sound of her heavy breathing becoming distant until he was gone.

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