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[storiesforallfandoms]

causing trouble up in hotel rooms ~ harry styles

word count: 1930

request?: no

description: in which their love can only happen behind the doors of hotel rooms

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst kind of?

based on this song

masterlist (one, two)

*in honor of harry’s house being released today

You pushed through the crowd of screaming fans with your head down and your hood up to cover your face. Not that anyone would recognize you if they had saw your face, but you didn’t want to risk becoming a reoccurring face and have the fans start asking questions.

You eyed the bodyguards that were stood in the lobby. Neither one of them were paying attention to you, not like it would be an issue if they were, but you could never get over how intimidating they were.

You walked up to the front desk where the receptionist, a lady that had to be in her mid to late 40s, was stood on the phone. You were bouncing anxiously on the balls of your feet as you waited for her to get off the phone and address you.

“Sorry for the wait,” she said once she put the phone down. “What can I do for you?”

“Um, there should be a message here for…for Pretty Perfect,” you said, lowering your voice a little to say the fake name.

Harry always got to choose which name to give the receptionists. Half of the time it was something kind of sweet, the other half it was kind of embarrassing to have to say.

You weren’t sure if this name was the former or the latter.

The receptionist gave you a knowing smile and reached behind the desk. She placed a bright yellow sticky note on the desk in front of you and winked. You awkwardly smiled and nodded before taking the note and making your way to the nearby elevator.

This had become routine for you and Harry. The two of you had met at a bar after one of Harry’s shows a few months ago. You didn’t really know him at the time - you hadn’t been into One Direction and you didn’t even know he had started making solo music - so he felt like he could truly be himself around you. You both hit it off and before you knew it, you were in a relationship with a beloved pop singer.

Unfortunately, this came with some big downsides, meaning his fan base. As much as they loved Harry, they often scrutinized any women he was romantically linked to. It had led to the end of most of his relationships, and he didn’t want that to happen with you.

That’s how this arrangement came to be.

With Harry still on tour, there was very little time for the two of you to be alone. The only time you had was when he was in his hotel room before and after the show. So, he came up with a system for the two of you: he’d travel from place to place in his tour bus while you travelled on your own. He’d check into the hotel room, leave a message with the receptionist to give his room number to someone with a fake name of his choosing, and you’d come in some time later to use the fake name and get his room number.

It wasn’t exactly the relationship you had in mind, but you did enjoy the thrill of the secrecy.

When the elevator doors dinged, you felt your heart race. You always felt this way whenever you got close to his room. All you wanted was to be in his arms again, even if it was for a short period of time.

You had barley gotten to knock when the door swung open, and there he stood. Your tall, curly haired, handsome as fuck boyfriend. He already had a smile on his face as he opened the door, and you couldn’t help but mirror it at the sight of him.

He immediately took your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. Everything felt right in this moment. This kiss was the most important thing to you at that moment.

He suddenly broke away and looked both ways down the hallway. You giggled at his reaction. “I don’t think anyone is catching us up here.”

“You never know,” he said before reaching for your arms and literally dragging you into his room.

Both of you flopped down onto the giant hotel room bed. You melted into the soft mattress. You’d never be able to go back to your own bed after being in all of these hotels. You’d have to figure out a way to steal one of these beds when you finally had to go home.

The thought of home brought down your mood a little. You had been following Harry for a few months now. You knew it wasn’t going to last much longer, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You wanted to take him home with you, to have a normal, domestic life with him. To not have to worry about fans or paparazzi catching the two of you.

“What’s the frown for, love?” he asked, running his fingers along your cheek.

You looked over at him and put on a smile. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing important,” you responded. “How was the bus ride here?”

Harry screwed up his face, which made you laugh.

“It was so bumpy,” he said. “I couldn’t get to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes we’d go over more bumps. I swear I almost fell out of the bunk at one point.”

“It could not have been that bad.”

“Did you not drive the same road I did? It was horrid!”

You giggled. “Well yeah, I did. I just did it in the day time, where I could avoid all the bumps and holes, and I wasn’t woken up because I slept in a motel.”

Harry rolled away from you. “In a motel?! Oh, you can’t stay here then. You probably have bed bugs or something.”

“Motels are not that dirty!” you protested, sitting up and lunging towards him. “Even if they were, it’s too late now. I’ve been in your bed, and now I’m not letting go of you. You’re infected with bed bugs now!”

Harry playfully pretended to pull away from you, then dramatically sighed and fell back on the bed. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled you close to him. “I guess I’ve been infected. Can’t go anywhere now. I must quarantine in this hotel room with just you until it’s all gone.”

Your smile faltered a little. You didn’t want to be a downer during the short time that you and Harry had together, but you couldn’t help but think about how much you wished that could be a reality: just the two of you in this hotel room for a long time.

Harry noticed your look and tapped your nose. “There’s the sad face again.”

You sighed. “Sorry. It’s nothing, really.”

“Doesn’t seem like it’s nothing.” He gave you a small squeeze and kissed your forehead. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know. I just don’t want to put a damper on our time together.”

“I don’t want you to be upset during our time together either.”

You sighed. You laid in silence for a moment, trying to think of the words to say. How do you tell your insanely famous boyfriend that you wished he wasn’t famous without it sounding bad?

“I just…wish things were different for us,” you finally said. “I wish we didn’t have to sneak around. I like the thrill of the secrecy and all, but…I sometimes wish that I could confidently feel like it will end eventually. But I don’t feel that way, and it sucks because I would love to be able to show you off or to go out on real dates together. I love our alone time, but sometimes being stuck in a hotel room feels…suffocating.”

Harry was silent. He idly ran his hands through your hair. You felt your heart pounding as you waited for his response. Would he be upset that you said that? Would he want to end the relationship because you didn’t want to do the secrecy thing anymore? No, he wouldn’t. Would he?

“I know how you feel,” he finally said. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. “It’s hard to be famous and to try to date. Either your privacy is constantly breached by paparazzi, or fans are down your neck trying to find the tiniest flaw with the person you’re dating. I want to show you off, too, but I don’t want you to be attacked and harassed because of me.”

“I think I can handle it,” you told him, although you weren’t too sure you could. The breach of privacy was one thing, but to be constantly harassed by people you don’t even know seemed like something much harder to deal with.

“I don’t want you to have to handle it,” he said. “I also wish we could just be a normal couple and do normal couple things.”

You tilted your head back so you could kiss Harry’s cheek. “As much as we both wish for that, I wouldn’t change what we have for the world. I’m glad I have you in my life, Harry.”

“I’m glad I have you in mine, too, (Y/N).”

He kissed your gently. It was so easy to get lost in his kisses. You could spend your whole day - whole life even - just kissing Harry.

You spent the next few hours just cuddling and talking. He showed you some pictures on his phone that had been taken backstage at his last show. Harry was so effortlessly photogenic. Almost every picture, even the candid ones, he looked like a model. You secretly saved a bunch of them from his Instagram whenever he wasn’t around, and had one of them set as your phone background. That was the closest you had to being public about your relationship.

When a knock came at the door, you could almost feel Harry deflate beneath you.

“Time to head to the arena, Mr. Styles,” came the voice of one of his bodyguards.

Harry sighed and responded, “Yeah, be out in a minute.”

He looked at you. You were sure your face mirrored his own disappointment. Harry always gave you the option of coming to his shows, and you took him up on that every once in a while, but a loud concert with screaming fans wasn’t really your thing. Plus, you didn’t want to risk being seen there every night and having anyone connect the dots.

“I’ll see you in a few hours?” he asked.

You both knew that by the time he got back, you’d likely be asleep. Then, your time together the next morning would be fleeting as well as Harry would have to get ready to head to the next location.

But, despite that, you still smiled at him and said, “Yeah, see you in a few hours.”

He kissed you one last time before reluctantly getting up from the bed. You watched him grab his things and head for the door. He hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, looking over his shoulder at you one last time. You waved at him and blew him a kiss. He smiled a small smile before opening the door and heading out.

The minute the door closed behind him, you felt your heart sink. You took a deep breath to try and fight back the sadness, but it felt like no use.

You loved him so much, and sometimes that was the hardest part of everything.

[deliriousgrl-writes]

content warning// this chapter contains explicit sexual themes

three 𐙚⋆°.

"what do you think you're doing, jacobs?" called his coach on the field, he blew his whistle as nate stood above the scrawny teammate he had just tackled. nate stood there, sighing to himself before throwing his helmet to the bright green grass beneath him, his hair a sweaty mess. he thought the kids name was craig, or michael maybe?

"where's your head?" his coach asked as he made his way over, exchanging a hand down to the wounded teammate on the ground. the guy got up with a groan, throwing his own helmet off in frustration.

nate let out a breath, his hands on his hips as he watched his couch walk away with the down teammate, eyes of the other teammates on the field watching the scene unfold.

practice was almost over and nate was distracted, something he hated to be in front of his teammates and coach. his mind was elsewhere, thinking of the many texts maddy had sent him before practice.

maddy: where tf are u?

maddy: ur being weird lately and i don't know how to talk 2 u

maddy: is this abt yesterday?

maddy: call me

maddy: forget it. k.

nate had tried to his best to shake the thoughts of stress away but he was struggling. he hadn't meant to tackle his teammate so roughly, the kind of hit that would leave a person in the hospital. luckily, the kid seemed fine. his coach on the other hand, was not happy. nate spit on the ground and saw a couple of his teammates walk over. he reluctantly met their gazes, not wanting this kind of interaction right now.

"you trying to kill people out here or what?" asked carter. nate didn't like carter much, hated his constant joking and incessant need to run around the locker rooms naked without a care. carter was stocky and strong, with red hair and freckles that scattered his nose and cheeks.

"shut it," nate replied, grabbing his helmet from the ground, "maybe that kid should learn how to block."

another boy beside carter, jace, spoke up, his dark skin and features eyeing nate up carefully. jace had his reservations about nate, never joking with him and sensing nate's ability to fly off the handle. "what's up man?" jace asked, a hint of sincerity in his tone. nate chuckled dryly, not wanting to look weak in front of his fellow teammates.

"i'm fine," nate said, starting to walk over to the refreshments table. carter and jace followed behind, leaving nate annoyed but he knew he had to keep up appearances.

"maddy seemed pissed yesterday," carter said with a laugh, grabbing a bottle of gatorade from the wide table, "i think she wants to chop your balls off or something."

nate rolled his eyes once more, taking a sip of water from the small red cup in his hands, "she's nothing i can't handle." carter nodded, sensing nate's dismissal of the subject of maddy.

nate's coach walked over to the boys, the whistle hanging from his chest swaying as he walked. "keep pulling this shit, jacobs, and i'll bench your ass for rest of the season," he said, pointing his finger in nate's face.

if there was one thing nate hated it was someone who acted like they knew better than him. sure, nate had tackled the kid a bit roughly but he was fine. nate was a good player, the best linebacker east high had ever saw, a small scrimmage incident during practice wouldn't change that. he looked to the ground for a moment, choosing his words carefully, "got it, coach. it won't happen again."

at the end of practice, nate was in the locker room changing in a stall, something he always did that stood out amongst the other guys. he heard carter and jace's voices echoing in the room, lockers shutting between words.

"he better get his head on straight if he wants to keep acting like he's the best on the team," he heard carter say. nate listened for a moment, pulling his shirt over his head as he heard jace's response.

"he's been weird lately," jace said, his voice booming and loud against the concrete walls of the locker room, "he didn't even go to mckays last saturday. maddy must have him on a short leash these days."

"she's a bitch," carter replied, "what do you expect?"

nate decided to exit the stall in that moment, carter and jace's eyes meeting his in surprise. "you think i'm stupid? that i don't have my shit together?" nate asked darkly, his eyes narrowing on the two boys. a menacing smirk was on his face, his tall height causing him to tower over the two boys.

carter let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "no man, we know you got it," carter said, his shirt still in his hands. jace nodded, wary of nate's next actions.

nate was loved and feared on the team. he always showed up for games, winning them more times than the team could count, but he had a reputation. nate could be a team player or a nightmare depending on what side you were on, he planned to keep it that way. instead of intimidating the boys further, nate had other plans. he slipped out of the locker room and into the almost empty parking lot by the field, his hand holding his still vibrating phone, knowing it was maddy texting him.

he put the key in the ignition and let his engine roar to life, his body slumping in his seat a bit as he checked his phone.

maddy: i'm not going to wait forever.

maddy: ur being ridiculous

maddy: fuck u, i'm done

maddy: why can't u just call me????

nate sighed to himself, the bright lights that illuminated the field shutting off and encompassing him in darkness. he decided to just turn his phone off before he pulled out of the school parking lot, heading onto the road, the headlights of his tall truck illuminating the road ahead brightly. he drove for awhile, trying his best to clear his head. thoughts of the day before entered his mind, the way his shy prize had spoke to him softly about the book from class, how her tiny hands had fiddled with the heart shaped locket that was usually nestled to her chest. he zoned out as he drove, picturing the differences between her and maddy.

the shy girl was so much more to him, the potential he saw in her far greater than maddys. he had loved maddy once, more than anyone he had loved before, but things changed. they fought more, she was more possessive than ever. sure they had broken up ten million times at this point, even fucking different people to make the other jealous, but now, nate wanted something different. he wanted something easy, something more perfect than he could ever imagined. the shy girl seemed more worthy of his attention than maddy now.

as he drove through the quiet neighborhood, his eyes scanned the houses once more, making sure to note any small changes. they were still the same, the same abandoned ones as well as the small family homes scattered about. he reach the white house, the chipped blue shudders and rose bush still by the entrance. the red car was parked in front, all the lights in the modest house appeared to be off except one, the upstairs. his eyes darted around for a moment, the darkness around him making him narrow his brown eyes up at the dim light coming from the upstairs window. nate reach over into the passenger seat beside him, his fingers wrapping around the handle of his handgun tightly. he couldn't help himself, his mind had wondered earlier that day, imagining how unsafe she may be if he wasn't around to protect her. he had watched her in english class earlier, her eyes never meeting his as the class studied and reviewed the giver. she paid attention, writing notes in her pink butterfly notebook and doodling drawings of clouds and moons on the pages.

nate had thought about all the horrible possibilities of his shy girl being hurt. how an older man would take a liking to her soft beauty, watching her until it was time for him to grab her and push her into his car, tying her up in his basement to have his way with her. or some college guy taking advantage of her, the power imbalance forcing her to look up to him, give herself to him and get hurt in the end. nate couldn't stand the thought; another man snatching her up and not being worthy of the pure and innocent ways in which she operated. she wasn't like the other girls at school, never wanting attention and preferring to stay in the background. nate didn't even know why maddy had became friends with her in the first place, maybe seeing her as a project. he didn't want the shy girl to change at all, maybe just her assumption of him. maybe just her feelings once she realized how much she needed someone like nate to take care of her, protect her.

he watched for an hour or two, his eyes focused on the upstairs light, the only one on in the small home. when he watched her silhouette arrive behind the dimly lit curtain to turn the light out, he held his breath, his handgun still clutched in his hand. how could he possibly leave now? she would be asleep, curled up in her bed, not knowing how much of a target she could be. she was more vulnerable asleep, never knowing who could just break in, someone breaking the screen door on her porch and breaking in through the front door. how'd she be so unaware if someone were to make their way up the steps to her, pulling the covers off her and covering her mouth as she was assaulted. he swallowed at the thought, clenching his jaw as he made sure to study the street around him once more, silently wandering to himself if he was the only one watching. hoping he was.

nate left four hours later, knowing he had to be able to get up for school the next day. after all he had to appear normal, had to keep his head on straight to not fuck things up. he was reluctant to leave the dark quiet neighborhood, his eyes glancing up at the upstairs window once more before he drove away.

he texted maddy back once he made it inside his large home, the extravagant decor a complete contrast to the people who inhabited the space. nate's eyes scanned the family portraits on the walls as he made his way up the stairs, internally cringing at how fake it all was. his father, cal, was very influential in the community. he had built many businesses and housing units in town, earning quite the living in the perfect suburbia he called home. though he held a dark secret, which nate knew about. that was his power over his dad. nate knew. he couldn't unsee it once he had, just a boy watching his father do despicable things to strangers on color coded tapes. nate wondered if maybe that was the moment something switched in him, but deep down he knew he was destined to be who he was from the start, sharing his fathers dna and all. as if on cue his father walked up the staircase, a glass of bourbon in his hand as he greeted his son.

"nathaniel," cal called, walking up to stand beside the tall boy, his arm reaching up to pat his tense shoulder, "where you been?"

nate wanted to scream at him, tell him he didn't need an explanation and to just keep his mouth shut, but he didn't. instead he replied back to his father in a hushed tone, his words icy. "doesn't matter. i'm going to bed."

cal let out a deep laugh, the sound making nate's fists clench at his sides. "that maddy.. she's a handful, i can see it. a distraction that you can not afford, son. straighten up. i heard about practice earlier tonight. how do you expect to make it on a team if you're trying to kill people?"

nate found it almost humorous how his father could talk about what he had done but never admit to what he was still doing. instead of protesting, nate just wanted to the conversation to be over. he looked at the older man at his side, his fathers aged face looking back at him with cold eyes. his father always seemed to be taunting him, searching for a reaction in nate that he wasn't willing to give. "i already told coach it won't happen again."

cal patted his sons shoulder again, his glass still in the other hand. "good. stay focused, nathaniel. if you do you'll do great things, i can see it. i've know it since you were born. you're a fighter, and some people, others, they don't like that. they'll try to distract you, want you to fail. but you're my son, you're much more than them."

his words seemed more melancholy than supportive, maybe even distant. nate just nodded before walking over to his bedroom door, leaving his father out in the hall and shutting the door behind him softly. nate despised his father.

nate: we need to talk. i'll drive u home after school.

maddy: ok?

nate shed his clothes and dropped his duffel bag to the floor of his room, his body tense and his mind still far away. his father was right about one thing; maddy was a distraction, a distraction from what he really wanted. who he really wanted.

he pictured the girl in his mind as he tried to sleep. he imagined her in bed with him, wearing nothing but a white lacy teddy, her soft skin pressed against his own, her wide eyes looking up at him with need. he let his mind wonder, the way her gold heart shaped locket would look, the rest of her bare as she'd pant beneath him, his hands running up her thighs, his fingers gripping the skin. he stroked himself beneath his duvet, his hand gripping himself as he let the images unfold in his mind. he could see it all so clearly, her on her knees before him, his fingers gripping her chin as her doe eyes stared up into his. he panted to himself at the image, how beautiful the sounds she would make would be. her soft voice whining as he took her nice and slow, dipping his cock deep inside her tight virgin walls, how her tiny fingers would grip his shoulders. how out of breath she would be from how full she would feel from him. he felt himself come undone, the hot liquid shooting up onto his stomach and between his fingers as he stroked himself to near overstimulation. he liked how it was almost painful, the sensation and thoughts in his head fueling his indescribable lust. his jaw clenched as he pulled himself up from his bed and into his bathroom, washing himself off and scrubbing himself clean. his thick cock was still hard and throbbing beneath his tight boxers as he looked himself in the eyes in the mirror. he let himself revel in the almost animalistic way his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes dilated until they were nearly black, the brown of his eyes gone. he had to have her, it wasn't a question or fantasy, he had to have her.

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nate woke up only a few hours later so that he could work out before school. nate was strict about his daily regimen, work out until failure, take a shower, brush his teeth, fix his hair, the whole works. he liked being organized, making sure people saw him as someone put together.

he pushed himself hard that morning, laying on his bench press and groaning as he lifted the heavy weight. he liked pushing himself, stopping once all the muscles in his body were throbbing. being seen as strong was important to him, keeping his body in perfect shape and eating the right diet, it was easy for him to maintain routines, though he had been distracted lately. so, he pushed himself past his limits, his hands sore and rough once he was done.

after he popped into a cold shower, scrubbing himself with some expensive men's body wash and some conditioning shampoo, he did the rest of his routine and headed to school. he skipped breakfast, not wanting to be around his father that morning, not wanting to hear the sound of his voice.

once nate parked his truck into a free parking space by the school, his eyes scanned the cars dropping students off and spotting her. it was the same red car he knew of, her small body jumping out of the passenger seat and waving goodbye. she was wearing something nate had never seen before, a black tennis skirt that came down to the middle of her thighs and a matching tucked in black sweater. nate couldn't lie, the sight of her in such dark colors made desire stir in his jeans. and once she walked away from the car he could see cream ruffled socks above her white tennis shoes, making his head spin. he did much prefer her in bright, softer colors, but she was still perfect in his eyes. her hands held the straps of her back pack, her small form walking into the schools entrance, it was then that nate finally decided to step out of his truck.

his eyes scanned the hallways, his own backpack perched on his shoulder as his tall body walked past the other students. he stopped himself from stopping by her locker, wishing more than anything that he could see her, speak to her. but he was surprised when he saw her there already, maddy and kat by her side, talking. he backed away, going to his own locker and peaking out of the corner of his eye at the three girls as he pretended to rearrange the textbooks in his locker. maddy was wearing another revealing outfit as always, with bright pink leggings and a matching cropped tank top that showed off a bit too much to be considered school appropriate. he silently wondered if maddy and kat were to blame for the shy girls sudden change in appearance, now being able to make out a hint of makeup on her soft features, a sharp black eyeliner framing her doe eyes. his chest thumped with annoyance, not wanting her to try and fit in with the likes of maddy and kat. she was too special for that and much too innocent.

the rest of the school day was boring, nate kept his appearances though by chatting with his friends, the typical asshole football players from his team. he kept up his cruel and sarcastic attitude with them, not letting them think something was up with him. he had to make himself the leader still, had to make sure they knew who was in charge despite his recent m.i.a behavior. he laughed along with their jokes and stupid antics, pretending to be who he always was. once classes ended for the day he knew it was time, maddy hadn’t spoke to him all day or sought him out, but he knew he was expected to drive her home and would need to execute his plan.

he was standing by his truck in the crowded parking lot, his eyes on the ground as he leaned against the silver metal. “hey,” he heard her say, her tone a bit aggressive. he knew she had every right to be mad at him, he had been avoiding her after all. but it annoyed him nonetheless.

he looked down at her as she stood in front of him, her hands by her side and her expression perplexed. he wondered if she saw what was coming. “hey,” he replied, keeping his voice especially soft for maddy, “let’s go for a drive.”

she nodded and walked over to the passenger seat, nate following behind her and helping her up the steep step up. once he had jumped into the drivers side, he put the key in the ignition and they were off. maddy was quiet for a moment and nate could feel her eyes on him as he focused on the road. the sun was already setting, the clouds and sky a bright orange as he drove down the busy streets.

“i thought you were just going to drive me home,” maddy said, her big brown eyes narrowing on him.

“i thought we could go somewhere and talk,” nate replied carefully, one hand on the steering wheel and then other rested against the window, his knuckles resting against his cheek as he tried to keep himself in check. he had already thought this through, how to play this situation. nate needed to find somewhere private to talk knowing that maddy would make a scene in public, so he drove to a nearby park right by the lake. maddy was silent in her seat and he could see her gears turning in her pretty head, already suspicious of the situation.

they arrived, his truck parked and the two of them jumping out and walking over to stand by the lake. “you really upset me,” maddy said, her voice sincere as they walked by the body of water, the orange from the sky reflecting on the surface, “i mean… you’re supposed to want to talk to me. you know you can talk to me.”

a normal person would feel a bit of guilt at her words, maybe even debating on wether breaking up with her was the right idea if she loved them so much. but nate wasn’t normal and he had his sights set on someone else. maddy would have to live with it, and the hundreds of other things he’d put her through.

“maddy,” nate said, making sure his voice came out a bit erratic. he turned to face her, stopping her in her tracks and leaving a small gap between them. “i just.. i have to tell you something.”

“what is it?” she asked, her eyes concerned. she blinked up at him, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. nate backed away before she could, putting on a show and running his hand through his hair to appear to be distressed.

“maddy.. i-i’m struggling. i’m having a hard time. which isn’t your fault.. it’s not your fault i’m so fucked up,” he bit his lower lip, his jaw tensing. she looked up at him with worry and surprise at his words, her hands reaching out again.

“what-what do you mean? what’s going on, nate? you can trust me,” she soothed, her hand landing on his arm. her small fingers rested there and nate could feel the slight tremble they held.

“no,” he uttered taking a step back from her. this time he put his hands on her shoulders, his grip on her tight, displaying a sense of urgency in his eyes, “you don’t get it. you don’t. i’m sorry you’ve gotten mixed up with someone like me, i’m not some normal fucking guy, maddy. i don’t deserve you… i never have.”

she looked confused, her thin brows pressing together as she took in his words and was held in his grip. he removed his hands from her shoulders, his fingers moving up to his face to press against the space between his eyebrows. this had to work, he had to make this all believable for her, she had to understand.

when she tried to speak, nate interrupted her harshly, his words stern. “i need you to walk away from this. from me. you need to keep yourself away from someone as fucked up as me. you need to save yourself from me before i hurt you. because i will. i have already.”

she crossed her arms, licking her lips before she spoke, “what do you mean? i mean… i love you, nate. please tell me what’s going on, i-i can help.”

nate turned around and began walking away from her, the orange that the sky held finally gone dark as clouds covered the setting sun. you could already see the moon casting a small light on the water and against their bodies. maddy hurriedly caught up to him, her voice filled up empathy. “nate please! i want to understand. i’m perfectly capable of fucking understanding! i care about you, whatever you’re going through, i care!”

nate kept his shoulders tense as he walked, breathing out a bit to stifle a sigh. he was trying to make this easy for her, as easy as he could but she loved him too much.

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this is a long one, i hope the filler stuff wasn’t too hard to read! and yes, this interaction with maddy will be continued into the next part and FINALLY some stuff will start happening between nate and reader<3 i hate for it to be slow pace but i enjoy a slow burn, i think it pays off way more hehe sorry abt it xx i’m planning a felix catton from saltburn fic atm as well if u like him at all hehe i can’t help it, jacob elordi is my muse at this point.

read part one and two here xx

[notschlatt]

mark you calendars... twice 🥀

[pollux1877]

Can't believe everyone is gonna just fucking die

[deliriousgrl-writes]

content warning//this chapter contains explicit sexual themes. read at your own risk.

two 𐙚⋆°.

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nate slammed into maddy with a brutal force, his movement hard and fast. he was fucking her against his bathroom counter, her moans filling the air. "yes, nate, yes!" she cried, her mascara running down her face. he liked this position and place, but everytime he couldn't help but look at his own reflection in the mirror as her ass pressed into his hips. his muscles were flexing, his teeth pressed into his bottom lip as he watched himself plow into her, his release close. he didn't mind having sex with maddy, but his mind was still elsewhere. he could see it in his own eyes, nate's expression in the mirror clouded by thoughts of maddys shy little friend. maddys moans continued and he kept his pace, rapid and vigorous, working out his sexual frustrations. he couldn't help but be excited for the next day, knowing that before his english class the shy little mouse would be talking to him, her soft voice describing what had happened in the novel they had been reading in class; the giver.

nate came hard, visions of the heart shaped locket against her chest in his minds eye, her delicate hands and pink lips. it was all too much, consumed by even the thought of the way her wide doe eyes had looked up at him as they'd walk down the hall earlier that day. he groaned, egging maddy on more as she whimpered loudly. he wasn't after her pleasure, the truth was he never had been their entire relationship. nate took, that was his way, he was well aware of that aspect of himself. he slipped out of maddy, watching as her petite body almost fell as her knees buckled. he hadn't counted on going so rough on her but he'd been struggling, so worked up, utterly enthralled in his fantasies of his new conquest. he snapped himself out of it, grabbing maddy by her shoulders and helping her stand up before pressing her against his now sweaty chest. she sighed against him and said she loved him.

the truth was nate loved maddy too, or he thought he did. they were awful for each other, he knew that, but she was always there when he called her. even after they'd broken up for the hundredth time, she'd answer his call, cuss him out, and then show up at his front door. but love wasn't enough, nate was exhausted by her drama and the constant fighting between them, he felt that she was too controlling. it was too masculine to him, the way she obsessed and possessed him. he wanted someone docile, someone who knew how to listen and not rebel, someone easier for him to control. as he let maddy cuddle against him under his sheets, them both naked, he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. he knew he had to come up with a way to break things off with her but maddy was so damn stubborn. it would be hard to shake her. and at the end of the day if he couldn't win over his timid new obsession–but he knew he would–he'd be able to have maddy back that next week. nate was a planner, he waited for the right time, patiently waited to execute his plans. and now his plan was to get maddy out of the picture. he didn't want to hurt her, though he knew he would, it was impossible not to since she was so in love with him. he felt her snuggle close to him, her small hands caressing his stomach as she drifted off to sleep. nate wanted to feel bad, feel some sort of sympathy or guilt, but it was like he was incapable of it. he knew what he wanted now, who he wanted. and he was tired of acting like he could be the person maddy wanted him to be for her, it would never happen. he had to let her go.

the next morning, as he and maddy entered the kitchen for breakfast, nate's mother rolled her eyes. she wasn't a big fan of maddy, and rightfully so as maddy could be obnoxious and rude. someone could give her the wrong look and it would set her off. it used to charm nate, but now it annoyed him. he didn't care what his mother thought though, or his father, they could either live with his decisions or kick him out. and god knows they don't want the whole town talking about how the jacob's couple kicked out their teenage son over a girl. maddy and him headed out to his truck. he opened the door for her as he always did, helping her small figure jump into the tall seat. as they drove, maddy sucked down an iced coffee he had stopped and got her at a local gas station, her eyes glued to her phone and her mouth going a mile a minute about how her friend BB was being a bitch lately. nate kept his eyes on the road, trying his best to act like he was listening by nodding every now and then. maddy didn't seem convinced. "you don't even care about what i'm saying, do you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

nate had to stop himself from sighing, of course she was going to start a fight and ruin the morning. "maddy," he said, furrowing his brows as he kept his eyes on the road, "stop." he heard her huff from beside him, slamming her ice coffee into the cup holder and rolling her window down. he watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering how he was going to break it off. nate and maddy had broken up more times than he could count, he'd broken up with her, she was usually the one to break up with him. how could nate convince her that this would be the last time? that he wasn't planning on calling her a week later or answering her many texts when she got lonely at night?

"you've been quiet lately," she said from beside him, nate had just stopped at a red light. she really was wanting a fight, nate thought to himself, she's just asking for it. nate swallowed and ran his hand through his hair, the hand on the steering wheel gripping it until his knuckles were white. he turned to face her, his lips in a aggravated line.

"do you always have to be so fucking annoying?" he spit, his expression full of disdain. maddy opened her mouth to speak, her expression a mixture of anger and sadness. nate continued, "i mean, we're driving to fucking school, maddy. we see each other every day. am i the bad guy if i don't want to listen to your stupid friends problems?"

"she's not stupid! and couples are supposed to talk, you just don't want to hear about my life," maddy yelled, her long manicured nail pointing at him. the stoplight finally turned green and nate gunned it, going well over the speed limit at he spoke.

"you have no idea what's going on in my life either," he said sternly, pressing harder on the gas pedal, "everything i do or say is a god damn problem for you."

maddy slammed her hands on the dash, watching the road as nate zoomed by each car. "you're fucking crazy! what? are you trying to kill us?" her high pitched voice rang in nate's ears, making him even more agitated. good, he thought, maybe if he makes her mad or scared enough she'll give him space for the rest of the day. so he decided not to hold back.

he turned his truck forcibly into the schools parking lot. maddy yelled a string of curses at him as he slammed into a parking space, sending her body forward and watching as her back hit the seat behind her roughly. "you fucking psycho!" she yelled.

"just shut the fuck up and get out of the truck, maddy," he spat, his dark eyes burning into hers. she furrowed her brows at him and pointed her finger at him before she spoke once more.

"i can't fucking stand you," she said lowly, before she grabbed her things and opened the door and jumped out of his truck. he watched as she made her way to the schools entrance, her heels clicking as she walked. once she finally made it inside, he leaned back against his seat, rubbing his face as he let out a breath. it was a small, stupid argument, nothing of real substance. he knew it wouldnt be enough to get rid of her though, so maybe he'd just avoid her. though maddy was known to make a scene no matter what and he couldn't have her shy friend see that and get the wrong impression. he let out a groan before slamming his fist against the steering wheel of his truck, trying to hold himself back from just driving away. it wasnt until he thought of the fact that his new prize would be waiting for him before english class to talk that he finally stepped out of his truck. he'd enjoy his time with her today, look forward to it and push maddy far from his mind. he needed to stay focused.

as nate walked the halls of his highschool, his algebra notebook in his large hand, he kept his mind focused. second period was all he had to look forward to, all he had to care about today. as he sat through algebra, his teacher mister hendricks writing equations on the board, nate felt his nerves kick in. he wasn't sure why, he usually had no problems talking to girls. nate was charismatic when he wanted to be, he could put up a good front, have girls begging for more. every girl he had been with craved his attention, and he knew exactly when to give it and when to withhold it. but if he wanted to win this one over he had to be smart. she was shy, hesitant even. he could see in her wide doe eyes how sensitive she probably was, he had to be careful. he was used to girls who were loud about what they wanted from him, the girls that would get on their knees and beg for his pleasure. this one was different, he had to build this relationship and try not to scare her away in the process.

he tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes darting to the clock above the whiteboard in the classroom. nate had to calm himself down, he had to feel confident and calm. he cursed himself internally, reminding himself not to be such a spaz, stop fidgeting, stop breathing so fast, be the man people think you are.

as the bell rang students rushed out of the classroom, nate took a breath, grabbing his things and heading out the door behind a swarm of classmates. as he made his way down the hallway and down the steps, he stopped for a moment, his eyes scanning the halls as students made their ways to their lockers, the sounds of metal opening and slamming shut. he was cautious to avoid maddy if she were around, his eyes searching for her in the sea of highschool students, but luckily for him she was no where to be seen. he was hard to miss, with his tall stature and intimidating demeanor, she would find him. but she didn't, and nate was thankful for that.

he walked down the hallway quickly, students passing by him. he saw her at the end of the hall, her back pressed against her locker as she seemed to be searching for someone. nate's stomach twisted as he realized the shy girl was searching for him, the thought making his insides twitch was bliss. he swallowed before making his way to her, his hands in his pockets as he stood beside her. "hey," he breathed out, keeping his deep voice gentle as he peered down at her. he watched her smile shyly at him, her hands holding her butterfly notebook and novel.

"hi," she said quietly, avoiding his eyes. he liked that, the way she seemed too nervous to face him. he knew he couldn't have her like that for long, she needed to be comfortable with him, needed to be at ease if his plan would be put into motion. so he spoke back to her, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head and a smile on his face.

"so, uh, what have i missed?" he said coyly, his dark eyes blinking down at her.

the girl shifted awkwardly, her voice quiet and soft as she spoke, "well mrs. gonzales told me to show you some of my notes, uh, the class has just read the first few ch-chapters.”

nate enjoyed her subtle stammering, the small stutter from nervousness making her even more endearing. he gave her a small smile, nodding his head. “here, let’s talk over there,” he said to her, pointing at the other staircase at the end of the hall. she walked beside him slowly, her hands still holding her things tightly to her chest. “i really appreciate this, i hope you know that. it surprised me that you agreed to catch me up, i probably could’ve just read it myself in the mean time. but still, thanks,” nate said, keeping his voice soft as he sat down on the steps. she smiled at him awkwardly, blinking as she sat down beside him on the stairs, careful to keep a small distance between their bodies.

she adverted her eyes away from him and instead opened her notebook, nate’s eyes immediately noticing her neat, cursive handwriting. he had to stop himself from smirking. he watched as her fingers went over the notes, the heart shaped bullet points beside each sentence on the page making nate only enjoy her innocence more. “right so, the main character is this teenager, jonas, and this world he lives in. it’s devoid of color, everything is super controlled, even emotions…”

nate listened intently as she continued, his eyes flickering over her soft features as she spoke. she spoke eloquently, but not to nate’s surprise, he knew she was smart. she went on to describe the novel more in depth, summarizing the first few chapters with ease. nate had to stop himself from smiling at her, of course his little prize would find a book like this captivating. she suddenly went quiet, noticing how she may have drone on for a bit too long. nate quickly spoke, filling the silence quickly. “sounds like a really messed up society,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes glued to the way she gave him a small smile, “you seem to know all about this. have you read it before?”

her cheeks dusted a rosy pink, “yeah actually. a couple years ago.”

“so this, uh, jonas, he’s the only one who knows what’s really going on, right?” he said softly, “like the whole messed up government controlling everything thing?”

she nodded, her hands reaching up to fidget with the gold heart shaped locket against her chest. she was nervous, nate thought, probably not used to being around someone like him. he wanted to prove her wrong about his reputation, anything she had heard. to others in the large high school, he was a star football player, a confident jock with a dramatic girlfriend on his arm. he didn’t want her to be intimidated by him, though he knew she would be regardless. their extreme height difference alone would make her feel small. “i don’t want to spoil anything, if you haven’t read it. i-it’s really good, different from all the other dystopian tropes in other books.”

she was so sweet to him like this, fidgeting her her necklace and trying her best to keep a small distance between them. nate shifted from where he sat, his mind trying not to focus on the way her sweet, fruity perfume hit his nose as she moved. “you explain it better than most teachers,” nate chuckled, watching as she finally turned to look at him. he smiled down at her, her cheeks still painted pink. “i don’t mind if you spoil it a bit for me,” he smirked. she looked away, letting a soft chuckle leave her plump lips.

“well, um, coming up all the teenagers are assigned their jobs. or like life paths, and jonas gets the highest position,” she said, looking down at the novel in her lap, her eyes scanning the cover. “h-he gets to be the receiver of memories, which means he gets to see the way things were before everything was controlled.”

“only him?” nate asked, keeping his facial expression curious. he had to keep up the act of being interested in the book if he wanted to keep her talking, he didn’t want to act like he didn’t care or blow her off. he needed to keep her talking.

“only him,” she nodded, her voice a quiet murmur. she didn’t seem like she wanted to spoil more so nate stopped himself from asking why, instead finding another way to compliment her, bring her confidence up so she’d like him more.

“well,” nate breathed, giving her another smile, “you make it so sound interesting. i might have to read ahead now.” she laughed at that, a real one, which only made nate’s heart beat faster. “i’m serious. i wish you were teaching the class, i bet you could.”

she shook her head, smiling with the blush still on her skin, “n-no, i just like the book. or uh, r-reading in general.” nate gave her another warm smile, his hands itching to grab her own, to tell her how smart he thought she was and how much he wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips. but he couldn’t, not yet.

“we should probably get to class,” nate said, standing up. he decided to be bold, holding his hand out to help her up. he wanted to feel her small fingers around his if only for a moment, see how they felt in his large hand. she blinked up at him before taking his hand, her small fingers feeling like electricity against nate’s skin. he helped her up politely and let her hand go quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or come off too strong, though he wished he could hold her hand as they walked to class together. the bell rang just as they made it to the door of their ap english class and they entered the now filled classroom slowly, side by side. he watched mrs. gonzales mouth a thank you to the shy girl beside him, to which she nodded at. nate slipped into his desk, right beside the shy little mouses and he turned and smiled at her one more time, his voice soft as he thanked her again.

he licked his lips before he spoke, a couple of students still missing from the classroom and giving him a small window of time to talk to her more. “thanks again. you’re a lot different than most people around here,” he whispered to her, her eyes meeting his for a moment, “in a good way.” she gave him a shy smile and nodded, opening up her notebook to prepare to take notes.

nate was over the moon as class went on, watching his shy conquest out of the corner of his eyes, wondering what kind of impression she had gotten of him. he knew he had played the situation well, she now knew he found her smart, interesting, different. he wondered if she was already starting to like him or if it would take some more convincing, but her small shy smile at him as he got up to leave class as the bell rang made him think he had succeeded at his task. he smiled back at her too, giving her a small wave as he exited the class.

nate’s plan was already in motion. he just had one more thing to take care of before he could begin phase two; maddy.

[deliriousgrl-writes]

one 𐙚⋆°.

nate first noticed her when he was out with maddy and kat, their new shy little friend following them around at the mall. maddy had her hand in his, squeezing tightly as she dragged him to victoria's secret. the shy little friend followed behind hesitantly, a blush creeping up her cheeks as the barely clothed mannequins caught her eyes. he watched her from the corner of his own eye, maddy and kat busy rummaging through the discount thongs. she seemed so out of place in the store and he couldn't help but be captivated by her seemingly innocent appearance. as he dropped them off that night his gaze lingered on her some more, watching as she followed kat into her house, her eyes on the ground as she walked, her modest dress swaying by her knees. he couldn't help himself that night, searching her up on every social media possible, maddy asleep on the bed beside him as he secretly hoped to find out more of the shy mouse he had only just met. he searched facebook and nothing. then tik tok, nothing. it was only when he searched instagram that he finally had a lead, like a fucked up detective, deviously searching for his prime suspect. he clicked on her profile, his fingers clutching the sides of his phone tightly. he licked his lips as he thumbed through her photos one by one. it seemed to be mostly sunsets and cats, the occasional cover of what book she was reading that month as well. finally, a photo of her face caught his eye. it had been posted around a year ago but she looked near identical to now, her hair curled, a pink headband on the top of her head. her wide doe eyes and soft smile, hiding slightly behind her sweet looking lips. he was taken aback, finding his own heart racing as he took the photo in, silently memorizing every one of her features. maddy stirred from beside him and it finally broke him out of his trance, her naked torso peeking from beneath his duvet. he swallowed before scrolling away from the shy strangers profile, and sitting his phone down to charge. he laid his head back against his pillows, his mind racing. he had never been so captivated by someone before. his mind continued to drift, his stomach twisting as he pictured the heart shaped locket she had been wearing that day in the mall, nestled tightly to her chest. who was she really? maddy had only said she was new to town, moving from some random town in Iowa with her father. nate couldn't sleep, even as maddy pressed her body into his, he was restless.

that week at school, he tried to get there early, trying to figure if she drove or who dropped her off. his phone kept lighting up in the passenger seat of his truck, seeing maddy's name pop up over and over after he’d dropped her off at kat’s earlier that morning. as fucked as it was, he was ignoring her, too busy with his new hyper fixation to even stomach maddy's drama. he sat in the school's parking lot, his eyes scanning to see different students coming in or getting dropped off, searching for her like prey. he finally spotted her as a red car stopped in front of the school's entrance, her body popping out from the car and standing on the side walk. he watched her silently, her hair in waves and her body covered by the long pink sundress she was wearing, a cream cardigan on her shoulders. his breath caught in his throat as he watched her wave to whoever had dropped her off goodbye, her hands gripping the arms of her back pack.

as he watched her enter the school, his eyes searched the red car, memorizing the license plate and getting a glance of who was behind the wheel. it looked to be an older man, possibly her father with grown out facial hair and grey hair. he watched as the man drove through the parking lot before nate started his own truck, the key making the loud engine come to life.

his thought process with simple: investigate who her father was, where he worked, and follow him home to see where she lived. nate silently prayed it was a nice neighborhood, his jaw clenching at the thought of the shy girl surrounded by no good criminals and drug addicts. he followed behind her—maybe—father’s car, only one other vehicle separating them. he had to be careful. he didn't want to draw any sort of attention to himself and make the man driving uneasy or aware he was being followed. but he seemed fine, even stopping off at the mcdonald's drive-thru to get some breakfast. nate sat in the parking lot as he watched, rolling his brown eyes. did the man even have a job? was he providing the best life possible for his innocent little girl? nate swallowed, turning and following the car again as he drove out of the drive-thru and back onto the highway. soon enough, the red car was turning into a neighborhood. nate didn't recognize it. he'd never been to this part of town though he'd lived there all his life. he drove behind him slowly, his eyes glancing around at the many houses. they were modest sizes, more middle class and definitely nothing like the large home he lived and grew up in. a couple were abandoned, paint chipped off and doors boarded shut, windows broken with glass scattered on the worn porches. that didn't sit right with nate. he wondered if there were any creeps hiding out, maybe the shy girl had a stalker just waiting for his time to pounce. he swallowed, unable to stop his train of thought before the red car pulled into a house at the end of the street, a two story home with white siding and blue shutters. he studied it for a moment as he drove past, careful not to drive too slowly as to get caught as the older man jumped out of the vehicle and headed to the front door. he drove down to the end of the block before making a u-turn in his enormous truck. luckily nate was a skilled driver. he drove back slowly through the neighborhood again and reach the house, stopping his truck behind a couple of cars parked on the street as he studied the home. the man driving must've made it inside, no sight of him anywhere. nate furrowed his brows as he looked at the small home, the front door had a screen door attached, the porch was a little worn, the roof seemed to be in good shape. he silently wondered if her bedroom was upstairs or downstairs, trying his best to imagine the layout of the older home. a small white picket fence surrounded the front yard, and a bundle of roses had been planted right by the house. he imagined the shy girl, on her knees, planting the flowers to make her small home seem nicer from the outside. how she'd smiled as she watched them grow and made sure to water them everyday. it was then that one of the curtains behind an upstairs window fluttered open. he hoped it wasn't her father, aware his house was being watched. but no, he took a breath as he saw a large white cat, it's big, blue eyes looking at the birds flying outside. he recognized it from her instagram and he knew he had the right place. he stayed there for another fifteen minutes, scoping out the neighborhood for traffic and any signs of bad people, but nothing. soon enough, he started his loud truck up again and headed back to his high school. he'd be able to make it to second period and hopeful to avoid maddy at all costs, though he knew he had to keep up appearances.

later in the school day, maddy had finally spotted him, pursing her lips in that awful angry way he hated and furrowing her thin, perfectly groomed brows as she walked up to him. he sighed internally, ready to hear a mouthful. "where the fuck have you been?" she barked, looking up at him through her long fake lashes.

he rolled his eyes, "no where. just slept in late after dropping you." it wasn't his best lie, but he felt that she had no right to question him. he could do what he wanted and she damn well did what she pleased. they bickered back and forth before he took her small hand into his, reaching up and running his lips over her knuckles, making her shut up and soften her gaze. he was always so easily forgiven, but she was also so easily manipulated when she wasn't constantly gossiping to her friends about their relationship. he hated that. once the bell rang, nate gave maddy a soft kiss to the forehead as she headed to lunch. he was supposed to have economics but he decided to skip, in hopes of spotting his new target. and he did, and she took his breath away as she walked down the crowded hall, her books pressed tightly to her chest, her long pink sundress swaying as she walked. he stood against a wall, away from her view as he peeked around to watch her. she walked down the hall alone as other students made their way to class, her eyes on the floor as she hurried. he pressed himself against the wall, away from her, as she walked closer. he heard her take a breath before she entered the class room in front of where he was hiding. he had to fight the urge to just reach out and take her, hide her away from the world and make her his. his dark eyes gazed up at the door—ap english. that was his way in.

that evening, instead of following the shy girl home as she drove with her father in the small red car, nate had to—reluctantly—drive maddy home. he drove silently, his hand on her slender thigh as her loud rap music played through the speakers in his truck. she sung along, her voice never missing a word as she put her hand over top of his. he glanced over to her, a smile on her glossed lips. she really had no idea and he planned to keep it that way. after a make out session in the backseat of his truck, maddy finally peeled herself away from him, telling him she loved him and going into her home. nate got up into the front seat, his long legs hitting the floorboard of his truck as he settled himself in. he couldn't deny what he had just imagined as he pressed his lips to maddys. her shy friend invading his mind. he imagined how she would taste as he gave maddy tongue, he imagined how her flesh would feel under his hands as he pressed his fingers into maddy’s slim thighs. he had lost himself in his own wicked imagination, pretending he had tangled his fingers in maddy’s friend’s hair, squeezing gently as maddy had moaned into his mouth. nate would've felt bad if he wasn't who he was. he knew morally that it was probably wrong of him to think what he was thinking, to do what he'd been doing, but he was far too gone now. he knew he was fucked up, but god dammit, maybe he finally found an angel that would ease his worries and pain. be his perfect little slice of heaven.

it didn't do without some minor manipulation and convincing to the older woman before him, the guidance counselor, as he fought to get moved into ap english. he'd even mentioned Cal’s name, his father, if that's what it would take to transfer. of course now miss evan's couldn't refuse him, or his father’s name. and so, his second class period matched perfectly with his new conquest, and he couldn't be happier he'd gotten away with it. he let maddy kiss him in the hall between classes, his hands draping far too low on her body to seem school appropriate, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, waiting until it was finally time to enter his new english class. maddy walked away with kat, telling him that they were going to skip and head to the mall, begging nate to give them a ride because of course she wanted to spend all the time she could with him. but nate refused, earning a pout and a few curses his way from the short, tan, beautiful girl who loved him. he didn't care though, even as he watched them walk away, he felt his chest flutter with excitement that it was finally second period, finally time to see his new prize.

it was like he had hit the jackpot as he entered the classroom, behind everyone else who'd made their way to their seats. he had to stop himself from grinning as he noticed her sitting in the back, an empty desk beside of her. it was his lucky day. nate walked over to the desk casually, putting his back pack in the floor beside him and pulling out his notebook. he kept his eyes away from her, not wanting to stare and catch her attention. nate knew he had to be smart, had to bide his time before it was time to pounce on the shy girl. he licked his lips as mrs. gonzales stepped into the classroom, beginning class. she noticed nate in the back right away, her lips in a small smile. "well mister jacobs, i see you've transferred into my class," she said softly, her gaze meeting his. he gave her a weak smile as everyone else turned to look at him, and in the corner of his eye, his special prize flickered her gaze to him as well. he just nodded, waiting for the english teacher to either make a snide remark or tell him about the class. his eyebrows rose as mrs. gonzales called on the shy mouse beside him and he finally allowed himself to look at her. she was wearing an off white sweater that was tight enough to show off her upper body, making nate's mouth run dry. the gold heart shaped locket she always wore was pressed against her chest, her hair falling in soft waves across her shoulders. nate kept his expression blank, but his body was feeling much more. "if you don't mind, please help mister jacobs get caught up on the reading. we all need to be on the same page," mrs. gonzales said to her, a smile on her lips. the anxious girl nodded, just as nate thought, she was the perfect teacher’s pet. it was then that her eyes met his, the pink gloss on her lips holding a shy smile. nate just nodded to her, acknowledging her existence finally and feeling his chest ache with longing. being this close to her would prove challenging, especially if she'd be talking to him about whatever book the class had been reading. he finally returned his gaze to mrs. gonzales teaching, finding out they were reading the giver. class ended, the time going by more quickly than nate had liked, wanting to be just in the girl's presence a little longer. he slowly stood up, pulling his back pack around his arm and going up to the front of class to collet his copy of the giver. the shy girl followed him up there, mrs. gonzales’s face lighting up as she spoke to her. "thanks for agreeing to help nate get caught up, i'd suggest getting together sometime before class tomorrow, showing him your notes," she said, her hands reaching up to hand nate the novel. nate nodded his head and the girl beside him flickered her eyes up to look at him, their height difference drastic. nate couldn't deny that it was a turn on, to see her big doe eyes looking up at him from below. he loved how short she was, how easy it would be to pull her around and lift her. it was something he always enjoyed about maddy, her body petite. they walked together and nate tried to find the right combination of words to rightfully introduce himself. he kept his voice soft, knowing the deepness of his tone could be seen as intimidating.

"i really appreciate you agreeing to help me out," he said softly, his large hand gripping the book in his grasp. she nodded, a shy smile on her lips.

"it's no problem," she replied, holding her things to her chest. nate noticed her notebook was covered with butterflies during class, her handwriting neat as she took notes and highlighted important things with her pink highlighter. he liked that. how even though she was so quiet and timid, she still expressed herself with the feminine things she enjoyed. they were walking so close, side by side and he could smell a fresh citrus perfume coming off of her, his stomach turning under his black hoodie.

"you don't have to if you don't want to," nate assured her, giving her a choice even if he knew she was too polite to refuse. he liked how obedient she seemed, how she immediately listened to a teacher’s request and planned to follow through. he wondered what he could convince her to do in the future, how her politeness and willingness to help others would come in handy for his own selfish desires. she shook her head, her perfect smile shy but full as her cheeks warmed up from his words. nate loved it, maybe too much, as he felt his desire stir in his jeans.

"i really don't mind. we…can talk about the first few chapters before class tomorrow," she said softly, her quiet voice soothing to nate's ears. maddy was always so loud and direct, the little shy mouse's voice from beside him was a breath of fresh air. just as he had the thought, maddy spotted them in the hall, smiling as she walked up to him. he guessed her and kat made it back from the mall in time for third period, a surprise as he thought they'd skip the rest of the school day. he smiled at his girlfriend, keeping up appearances and leaning down to give a peck to her warm skin.

"hey you," she flirted, her brown eyes fluttering up at him. "and you," she said poking the shy girl’s shoulder. he watched as they exchanged hellos and plans to hang out over the weekend at kats, and he silently wondered what on earth the girl beside him would have in common with those two. he knew he had to find a reason as to why he would be talking to her. maddy’s jealousy always coming up whenever he was around another female. he draped his long arm around her waist, pulling maddy closer to him before he spoke.

"i switched classes," he said, his eyes moving to the shy girl as he held maddy close, "i got tired of mr. lawrence's impossible pop-quizzes." he lied too easily, a talent he learned he had when he was a child. maddy nodded her head, her expression slightly confused but she seemed to buy his answer.

"so you chose ap english?" maddy replied incredulously, furrowing her brows. nate wasn't the best student but he kept decent grades. it probably seemed strange to her that he'd pick an advanced class, but he'd aced regular english classes plenty of times. nate liked to read. especially books that had good twists and turns or something to do with life skills. he wasn't really open about it, but nate was a complex person. he had many secrets. some he'd keep until his grave. secretly reading seemed like nothing when he compared them to other things he'd done, and even enjoyed.

eventually maddy and him walked away from the shy girl, her soft voice giving them a 'see ya' and her delicate hands moving to open her locker. he held maddy close to his tall form, his hands on the exposed skin of her back due to her crop top. before their next class, nate leaned down and let maddy wrap her arms around his neck, her lips meeting his before the next bell rang and a swarm of students hurried through the hallway. she reluctantly let him go and headed to lunch. he kissed her goodbye, his mind far away. he looked down the hall for the shy girl, watching as she pulled a water bottle out of her locker and grabbed her books for her next class. he leaned himself against some lockers behind him as he watched her. she was completely unaware, which in the moment, nate was thankful for. she was so fascinating to watch, yet he could read her so easily. it would be a matter of time before his lips were pressed against her’s before classes. her body would be attached to his like glue and he'd only have her begging for more. maddy on the other hand, would be a problem. a big one.

**edited: 2/24/26**

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hope you enjoy! there aren't many nate fics that i enjoy so i decided to write my own. i'm no professional by any means but i try haha let me know if there's any ideas or suggestions you have. xx

reminder that there are many trigger warnings and mature themes for this work of fiction. read at your own risk.

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to keep you safe ~ sam winchester;supernatural

word count: 3487

request?: yes!

@itsthepetertingle “Sam Winchester smut please”

description: they both have feelings for one another, but the fate of his past lovers has him hesitant to let her in

pairing: sam winchester x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingerings, choking, dirty talk, praise kink)

masterlist (one, two)

Traveling with the Winchesters used to be fun. There was never a dull moment when you had joined them in their hunts for supernatural beings. You would wake up every morning excited for the next adventure, even if it meant you’d be facing something extremely terrifying.

But then you gained feelings for Sam, which you admitted to him right away. You figured it was best to be up front with him so that you weren’t harboring these secret feelings while being stuck in Dean’s Chevy with him for long periods of time. You told him you were understanding if he didn’t feel the same way, but you figured he deserved to know.

The reaction you got was not one that you expected. Instead of saying whether or not he felt the same way, Sam got up from the table where the two of you had been sat and walked out of the diner. Dean, who had gotten up to go to the bathroom, arrived just in time to see the diner door slam shut and your very confused face.

“What the fuck happened there?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know,” you responded.

After that, Sam made sure to never be left alone with you. He rarely acknowledged your presence unless Dean was with you. It was like he had become a completely different person. You tried to talk to him, but he would just walk away or ignore you completely. At first, you were confused. But then you become frustrated.

One night, you were returning to the motel room you were staying in and found Sam sat on the bed. You knew he had to have been there by choice as the brothers usually shared a room and gave you one of your own, so there was only one bed in your room, meaning there was no way he had walked in here by accident.

When you opened the door, his head popped up to look at you. He stood from the bed, his mouth open as if he was going to speak. You waited, but nothing came out.

“Sorry,” he said. “I…I must’ve…I have to go.”

He started for the door, but you stood in his way.

“Move, (Y/N),” he said.

“No,” you responded.

“I’m serious, let me go.”

“No.” You crossed your arms and glared up at him. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Now, you’re in my room, presumably waiting for me, but when I show up you try to run away again? I’m not taking that.”

“I came here by mistake, now let me go.”

You stayed planted in your spot. Sam had to be more than a foot taller than you, so he could’ve easily moved you if he wanted to. The fact that he wasn’t actually pushing you to let him go told you that he didn’t actually want to leave.

He sighed and ran his hand through his long hair. “Fine, I did come here for a reason.”

You stepped further into the room so that you could close the door behind you. You nodded towards the bed, signaling for him to sit down again, but he was hesitant.

This annoyed you even more.

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “God, Sam, you can sit on the bed with me. I’m not going to jump your bones or anything.”

“I know you won’t,” he said. “I don’t think I can be trusted, though.”

You looked at him in confusion as you sat yourself down on the bed. He stayed standing across from you, leaning on the wall next to the bed. Silence hung in the air for a moment as you thought about what he had said.

“What’s going on, Sam?” you finally asked. “Why are you acting so weird? Is it because I told you I had feelings for you? Because I already told you that if you don’t feel the same way for me, I don’t care. I’m not about to ruin our working partnership because of a stupid crush.”

“No,” Sam said. “I mean yes. I mean…fuck, okay. The way I’ve been acting is because of what you told me, but it’s not because I don’t have feelings for you. I…I kind of always have, right from the moment I met you.”

A surprised chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. “I know you haven’t been in the normal world for a while, but this isn’t exactly how you treat someone that you have feelings for.”

Sam crossed his arms and shook his head. “I know, it’s just…complicated.”

“What’s complicated about it? God, you’re being so mysterious, and not in a good way. Can’t you just out and tell me what’s going on instead of beating around the bush the way that you are?”

“You remember my…almost fiancée, Jess? I told you about her, right?”

You nodded. It was one of the first things Sam had told you. He had woken up from a nightmare about Jess, his sudden outburst when he awoke bringing you from your slumber as well. You stayed up with him for hours as he told you all about her, from the moment they met right until the day she died; the day that Sam took up the family business.

“And you know…Ruby.”

You shuddered at the name. Ruby. The vile demon that had used Sam to release Lucifer, and got him addicted to drinking demon blood. Oh yeah, you knew more than enough about her.

“Those were the two…I guess the two most real relationships I had been in,” he explained. “Even though Ruby betrayed me, some part of me did love her. And Jess, I mean, of course I loved her, I was going to marry her. And you know what happened to them.”

“They both died,” you said, your voice just barley a whisper.

Sam nodded. He took a deep breath, like he was trying to force the next words out of his mouth. “They weren’t the only ones.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean they’re not the only women I’ve had romantic or sexual relations with…and they’re not the only women who have died because of those feelings.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I pieced together what he was saying. “Are you saying…every woman you’ve been romantically linked to has…died?”

“Not all of them, but the trend is far too often for me to ignore it,” he said. “Either they die or they just end up getting hurt. I swore to myself that I would never get that close to anyone ever again. I couldn’t risk anyone else’s lives like that, it would be too selfish. And then I met you and…well, that promise went out the window.”

It started to make sense in your head. When you had told Sam about your feelings, he was so pale he could’ve been a ghost. His face was mostly blank, but you had seen a hint of panic in his eyes. You thought he reacted this way because he didn’t feel the same way for you, but the truth was he was scared for your life. Him having feelings for you was one thing, but, in his mind, you reciprocating those feelings had only signed your fate.

“You can’t blame yourself for those girl’s deaths,” you told him.

He laughed, humorlessly. “Can’t I? They all died because of me. If they hadn’t gotten involved with me, they’d probably still be alive.”

“You don’t know that, Sam. I mean, I can tell you for sure that Ruby wouldn’t have been. You and Dean would’ve killed her long before you did if you two hadn’t gotten involved. And you can’t blame yourself for Jess, either. That wasn’t because of you, that was because of some prick of a demon - ”

“Who wanted me,” Sam cut you off. “Like I said, it’s too much of a trend for me to ignore. I love you, (Y/N), I really do. And that’s why I can’t risk you getting hurt or killed. As much as it hurts me to have to stay away from you, it’s for your own good.”

You knew he was right in some capacity. You knew you shouldn’t push things now that he had told you the truth. If he believed this was how to keep you safe, then maybe he was right.

But you weren’t totally convinced, and hearing him say that he loved you just made you want him so much more. It didn’t help that you were both in your motel room, all alone, and Dean wouldn’t be back for a while to notice that Sam was missing.

You lowered your head to look up at Sam through your eyelashes in the seductive way you had seen women flirt with both brothers before. “But what if having you is for my own good, too?”

Sam shuffled under your gaze and you knew it was doing the trick.

“It’s not.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“You said it yourself, Sam, not every woman you’ve been linked with has died. Maybe I’m the next exception.”

“But we don’t know that for sure.”

“We don’t, but we could always put it to the test.”

You thanked whatever heavenly being had been watching out for you that you decided to wear a skirt to go undercover with Dean that evening. You had your legs crossed on the bed, and you decided to uncross them and let them hang open just enough to give Sam an eyeful.

“I’m not scared,” you said, your voice low and seductive.

Sam glanced from your face to your legs. He wasn’t moving, and you were starting to get embarrassed. You wondered if this even looked sexy. You had never tried to really flirt with a guy before, Dean always said your looks was enough to get them the information they wanted whenever you went undercover. Now that you were actually trying to flirt, you felt incredibly silly.

You were about to apologize and tell Sam to leave when he basically lunged at you. His lips met yours first, crushing you into a bruising kiss. He pushed you back on the bed, leaning over you as one of his hands trailed up your skirt and between your legs. You gasped as you felt him cup your heat through your panties, which gave him the accessibility to stick his tongue in your mouth.

“I can’t say I haven’t been fantasizing about this,” he growled into your mouth. “Fuck, I’ve even been dreaming about it. Some mornings I have to get up and get a cold shower before Dean wakes up just to fix my problem.”

“And all that time, you could’ve just been coming over and making those dreams a reality,” you said. You gasped again as one of his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties.

“You’re already so wet,” he said as a finger slid through your folds. “I’m wondering if I should be jealous.”

You tried to laugh, but the pressure against your clit made the noise come out as a moan instead. “Not at all. Dean and I went undercover at a local bar. Of course, I was the one trying to get information from the male bartender who knew the latest victim. Couldn’t pay me enough to sleep with a douchebag like him.”

“Good,” Sam said, “cause you’re all mine.”

One of his long fingers plunged into your soaking core, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Sam went to cover your mouth, but you caught his wrist before he could.

“Dean is out chasing a lead, he won’t be back for a long time.”

You could see a spark in Sam’s eye at this news. He slipped another finger into you and curled them both, effectively hitting your g-spot with every inward thrust. Your back arched with pleasure as your moans filled the room. You wrapped your arms around Sam’s shoulders, trying to find something steady as you started to see stars.

It had been so long since you had been with anyone intimately, and you had been dreaming of having this moment with Sam for so long.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice husky with lust. It was enough to cause you to become wetter. Feeling it around his fingers, Sam smirked. “Of course you do. I bet this is what you think of when you’re over here all by yourself at night.”

He put one hand around your throat, shoving you flat onto the bed so he could look at you. “Do you think of me when you’re touching yourself, (Y/N)?”

You nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Y-Yes, I th-think of y-you when I t-touch myself.”

“Good girl.”

God, the praise, too!

His hand stayed wrapped around your throat as he increased the tempo that his fingers were going. He was squeezing just enough that you could still breathe, but you still got that nice, lightheaded feeling. There was so much stimulation and pleasure coursing through your body. You knew you weren’t going to be able to last long.

“S-Sam,” you stuttered. “I…I’m gonna…”

He smiled down at you. “Cum all over my fingers, (Y/N).”

You shook your head, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. “No, I-I wanna feel you inside of me.”

He chuckled. “Silly girl, I won’t be finished with you for a while.”

The thought of being used by Sam all night was enough to push you over the edge. With one hand still around Sam’s back, you wrapped the other around the wrist of the hand that was around your throat and dug your nails into his flesh as you hit your first orgasm. He hissed at the pain, but he didn’t seem to be complaining about it.

Your eyes just about rolled back in your skull as your back nearly lifted off the bed in pleasure. If you thought you were seeing stars before, you were really seeing them now.

A thin film of sweat was forming over your forehead as you panted after your climax. Your body twitched as Sam pulled his fingers out, slick with your juices. He looked you in the eye as he slipped both of them in his mouth, sucking every last essence of you off of them. You could already feel your arousal building between your legs again.

“As sweet as I expected,” he commented.

You didn’t get much time to recover. Sam grabbed your legs and pulled you till you were on the edge of the bed. He rolled you onto your stomach so you were stood on the floor with your ass in the air. He pushed your skirt up around your hips and literally ripped your soaking panties off of you, leaving you exposed completely to him.

You yelped as you felt a harsh smack to one of your cheeks.

“This is definitely a sight I’ve fantasized about,” he said, his hand gripping the cheek he had just spanked. “Just as perfect as I always imagined.”

You tried not to whine or sound impatient, but you were starting to get desperate to feel him inside of you. You rocked backwards a little, hoping to get some sort of friction from him. Unfortunately, he moved out of your reach before you could.

“Awe, is someone needy?” he asked. “I guess I should finally give you what you want, huh?”

You could’ve jumped with excitement when you finally heard him unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down. One big hand held your waist as the other started to guide him inside of you. The minute you felt his head push against your entrance, you buried your head into the blanket and let out a moan.

You had always imagined that Sam would’ve been big, given his height and everything, but you never could’ve imagined he would be this big. Once he was fully inside of you, you felt like you were too full to manage. He was already brushing against your g-spot and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet. You knew he was about to absolutely ruin you.

He pushed as deeply into you as he could, placing both arms on either side of you so he could steady himself. He leaned down to kiss the exposed skin of your neck gently.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbled against your skin. “Taking every inch of me so good.”

You whimpered in response to his praise.

When he started to thrust your suspicions about being ruined were confirmed. With every inward thrust, he jabbed at your g-spot in a way that was both pleasureful and painful. You knew wouldn’t be walking the next day for sure, and hoped that the two brothers would be okay to figure out the rest of this case on their own.

He continued to lean over you, grinding himself into you with every thrust. His grunts and groans mixed with your own moans of pleasure, as well as some other praises whispered in your ear.

It wasn’t long before you could feel another orgasm coming on. You tried to tell Sam, but the words fizzled out in your throat and turned into whimpers on your tongue.

“I can feel you started to squeeze me,” he said. “Are you gonna cum again?”

You nodded.

“Well, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You can cum all over this dick, baby. I promise it’ll be the last one for now, then I’ll let you rest.”

The promise of a rest both excited and disappointed you. You knew you should give your body some kind of rest after being used like this, but at the same time you didn’t want to lose the feeling of Sam inside of you just yet. You wanted to feel this all night, every night if you could.

But you were already too close to stop. You screamed out, muffled by the bedsheets, as you felt yourself coming undone around him again. This time it was so much more intense that you were sure you actually were dying.

This would be the best way to go, though.

Your vision went white for a while as you continued to squeeze around Sam. He whispered praises into your ear as you finally came back down to Earth, your fingers squeezing the bedsheets beneath you so hard that your knuckles had gone white.

Keeping true to his promise of rest, Sam lifted himself off of you and took hold of your waist. He started to slam himself into you much harder than before. Your moans became shouts as Sam’s grunts also got louder. Within a few moments, he was spilling himself deeply inside of you.

Your entire body shook with pleasure and exhaustion. You weren’t sure if you’d even be able to get up onto the bed from this position. Sam thrusted a few more times, slower now, as he rode out his high. When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of you. You rested your head on the bed and sighed, happily.

“Stay here,” he told you.

He went into the bathroom and returned with a wet cloth. He knelt behind you and wiped up your legs and thighs, then between your legs. Before standing, he placed a kiss to your sore and red cheek, then slowly rolled you onto your back and helped you onto the bed. He started reaching for your shirt, but you stopped him.

“I think I can do this part,” you said.

He put his hands up in a mock surrender and made a gesture that said “Go ahead”.

Once you had both shed yourselves of your remaining clothes, Sam got into bed next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“You know,” you said, “if I do die, totally worth it.”

Sam’s body stiffened beneath you. You looked up at him to see he had that same panicked look in his eye that he had the day you told him about your feelings. You cupped his chin in your hand and made him look down at you.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Sam,” you said. “Not with you and Dean around to protect me. I’ve never felt safer in my life than I have with you two.”

“What if we can’t protect you from everything.”

“You can’t spend your life worrying about the what ifs. Live in the now, and right now you’re here with me. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He gave you a squeeze and kissed your head. “I’ll try not to worry too much about it.”

“If you do, I’ll take your mind off it again.”

His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “Oh, I’m still not done with you tonight. I’m just letting you rest. I told you I won’t be finished for a while, remember?”

Suddenly, you felt wide awake.

[oliviawhen]

Some ink blotch calico cats. Just testing out ideas and techniques lately.

[storiesforallfandoms]

in another life ~ peter parker; marvel

word count: 1998

request?: no

description: after being pulled into another universe, he finds another version of the woman he loves only to find out that in this universe, she’s a villain

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, partial no way home spoilers, mentions of violence and death

masterlist (one, two)

“So, which one of you guys fought the woman?”

“Woman? What woman?”

As if on cue, a bomb like Norma’s rolled to the feet of the three Spider-Men. They reacted quickly, jumping from their places as the bomb exploded and caused the structure to shutter. Peter shot a web and pulled himself into a lower part of the structure.

In the distance, he could see the bright, flashing lights that indicated that Max/Electro was about to join the fight. Before he could swing out to fight Electro, he was hit by a glider and dragged out of the structure and into the sky. He held on tightly to the glider as the person stood above him, dressed in green and purple and wearing a Goblin mask, unsheathed a knife from their sleeve.

“Whoa, whoa!” Peter exclaimed. “I’m not the Spidey you’re looking for! Look!”

He pulled his mask off to reveal his face. The figure froze, their arm reared back to stab. Peter was about to knock them off their glider when they spoke.

“Peter?”

He froze and his eyes widened. He knew that voice, even after all these years.

She took her mask off and revealed a face Peter hadn’t seen in so long. Last time he saw her, her face was pale and cold to the touch, even through the gloves of his suit. He couldn’t look at her for long back then, the guilt of her death hanging over him.

They stared at one another for a long time. Neither realized the glider was still moving until (Y/N) looked up just in time to swerve away from the structure they were heading towards. (Y/N) quickly jerked the glider, causing Peter to lose his grip and fall towards the ground. He shot a web to cushion his fall.

When he looked up, (Y/N) was gone.

~~~~~~

Weeks later, Peter was still thinking about seeing the villainous version of his late girlfriend. Shortly after the fight with the other Spider-Men, he was returned to his own universe, but the memories still remained. He couldn’t get the specific memory of seeing (Y/N)’s face out of his head. He almost had himself convinced it was a hallucination or something.

He had so many questions for her. Why was she a villain? She seemed shocked to see him, did that mean something had happened to the Peter in her universe? Were they enemies in her universe?

He was stood in line at the coffee shop he frequented before work. His head was somewhere else, as it often had been the past few weeks, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw who was stood behind him,

“(Y/N)!” he said, quickly covering his mouth and looking around to make sure no one was looking at them. When he was sure the coast was clear, he grabbed her and dragged her to the nearest booth.

“Not the reaction I expected,” (Y/N) said.

“Well, you are kind of dead in this universe,” Peter told her. “The last thing we need is for someone to spot the dead girl walking around.”

“I’d doubt any of these people would recognize me.”

“You don’t know how much media coverage your death got.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open in an “O” shape. She seemed to duck her head a bit, now trying to hide herself from the others in the coffee shop.

A silence fell between the two of them. At least a dozen new questions were popping up in Peter’s head, but seeing (Y/N) in front of him made them all disappear at the same time. He wanted to reach out to touch her, to hold her hand. He wanted to lean across the table and kiss her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. He just wanted to keep her with him forever.

“How did you get here?” he asked when he finally found his voice again.

(Y/N) seemed to sit up a bit straighter after he asked, a proud smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I’m something of a scientist in my universe. I work for Oscorp, or what used to be Oscorp after Norman died and Harry went insane. After I was magically returned to my own universe, I started doing all these experiments in hopes of opening the multiverse again somehow. My colleagues thought I was insane, but I couldn’t exactly tell them that I had already achieved multiversal travel, even if it was an accident.”

“Because it would reveal who you are to them?”

The proud posture soon changed as (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly in her seat. “Yeah. Yeah, because of, uh…that.”

Did he outright ask her about being a villain? Did he ask why she was fighting him and the other two versions of himself? Did he even want to know the answer?

“Why?” he found himself asking before his brain could make the decision. “What made you become a villain in your universe? And why were you fighting me and the other Peters?”

(Y/N) sighed. She looked down at her lap, her hands keeping busy by pulling at a loose thread on her sweater.

“It’s a…sad story,” she said.

“I’ve had plenty of those.”

She smiled a little. “Yeah, you have. I guess the struggles of Peter Parker are universal.”

The silence fell over them again. (Y/N) sighed again as she realized she was going to have to tell Peter the truth.

“In my universe, Peter Parker isn’t Spider-Man,” she told him. “In my universe, the spider that bit you that would’ve given you your powers…it wasn’t a radioactive spider. It was…a very dangerous one. One that should’ve been watched very carefully, but it wasn’t and it got out and it bit you. You were down in seconds, cardiac arrest first and then…”

She trailed off. A dark look crossed her face as she stared blankly at the table in front of her. Her hands were still on her lap. Peter wanted to take them and hold them, but now hearing the story of his own death, he felt like it would be too much for her if he did touch her. And maybe it would be too much for him too.

(Y/N) shook her head, bringing herself out of her daze. “Like I said, Harry went a bit crazy. Norman died after one of his experiments went wrong, and Harry basically blamed the whole thing on the company. He wanted to get even, and I wanted my own form of revenge for your death. So, we teamed up. We became the Goblins. Harry, unfortunately, was caught pretty quickly, but I managed to enact most of our plans. It felt good…in the moment. But after I did it, I realized…it was all trivial and stupid. Sure, revenge was nice at the time, but nothing I did was going to bring you back. So, I retired the extremely bad things and just…became like a Robin Hood basically. Did good things to good people and bad things to bad people.”

Her hands were resting on the table now. He could’ve reached out and held one. He wanted to so bad. But he resisted for a little while longer.

“What happened to me here?” (Y/N) asked suddenly. “Or, your version of me…or whatever. This is all confusing.”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, it is.” He sucked in a breath, trying to prepare himself to relive the worst moment of his life. “Well, I was fighting Harry, who kept saying something about my blood being a cure for whatever illness his father passed on to him or something. And you just happened to be there, watching the whole thing. If my Harry is anything like your Harry, we both know how smart he is. He put the pieces together about my identity pretty quickly. So, naturally, he went after you and he…”

Peter couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. He didn’t want (Y/N) to see him cry, but it was hard not to when every glance at her reminded him of the night he lost her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) was the one who reached across the table to hold his hand. The small gesture sent a shock through his hand, in a good way. She was looking at him, a sympathetic look on her face.

“You couldn’t save me,” she finished for him.

Peter nodded, biting at the inside of his cheek to try and keep the tears at bay. “I tried. I tried so hard, but you were too far gone and my web didn’t shoot fast enough.”

He could feel himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions. It was the first time in a long time he had this happen. He felt slightly embarrassed for (Y/N) to see him like this.

But in true (Y/N) fashion, she was by his side in seconds. She slid into the booth next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He rested his head against her, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm him down. Her familiar scent was comforting. It felt like exactly what he needed.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as he finally regained himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no,” she said. “Don’t apologize. For anything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes and a mutual understanding formed between them; there were to be no apologies. They couldn’t save one another in their own universes, but they were together now. That’s all that mattered.

Her close proximity finally registered to Peter. She was right there, their bodies touching, her hands still lingering on his. He was looking into her eyes again, her face just inches from his. He wanted to kiss her so bad, and he knew she was thinking the same thing as her face started to lean in closer.

Neither of them was more surprised than Peter was to find his hand up to stop her from closing the distance between them.

“How would we make this work?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…you can’t stay in this universe. For one, you have a family and a life back in your own universe, you can’t leave them. And two, you can’t come here after being dead for years and open up old wounds for a lot of people. And vise versa for me and your universe.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders slumped as she sat back. “Oh yeah, I didn’t think about that. God, your Aunt May would be absolutely crushed.”

“So would your parents.”

(Y/N) ran a hand through her hair. Peter could see the wheels in her head turning as she tried to work something out.

“Maybe we could just like…visit one another? I can show you how I got here and we could pop back and forth between universes?”

“Would that be dangerous?”

She shrugged. “It’s a possibility. I’m a scientist, Peter, I don’t know till I experiment.”

Peter smiled. “Well then, we can try that. Worse case scenario…at least we know the other is alive and well in another universe.”

(Y/N) tried to smile back at him, but he could tell that wasn’t the scenario she wanted to happen. “Yeah, you’re right. We have that at least.”

And there was the silence again.

Peter looked around the coffee shop to make sure no one was looking at them, which of course no one was but he was still a bit paranoid over it. Once making sure they were clear, he said, “Oh, screw it.”

(Y/N) looked at him in confusion, before feeling his lips against hers. In that moment, it felt like every ounce of sadness, anger, and every other negative emotion around one another’s deaths had washed away. All either one of them felt was a happiness.

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a perfect world ~ jack chambers;don't worry darling

word count: 2122

request?: no

description: in which she finds out that their picture perfect world is not as perfect as it seems

pairing: jack chambers x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, kind of an au where jack isn't an incel but he still does the bad thing of taking the reader into the simulation, jack tries to gaslight the reader, kind of a dark fic if you think about it but not super dark

masterlist (one, two, three)

Jack knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the house. It was the quiet that tipped him off. It was never quiet. Usually the place was filled with music. Either the soft lull of the radio, or his wife's humming, or both.

This time, though, the house was eerily quiet.

Jack came around the corner to find his wife stood at the kitchen counter. She had a glass of wine in her hand, with the bottle next to her on the counter. She was staring off into space as she took a sip of her wine, her movements almost robotic.

"(Y/N)?" Jack said, cautiously. "Love, are you alright?"

(Y/N) didn't respond at first. She took a long sip before slowly placing the glass down. Jack's worry was growing further. Not only worry for his wife, but worry for himself. If something was seriously wrong with her, then it would result in demotion, or worse, from Frank.

Finally, (Y/N) turned to face him. Her face was so calm that it scared Jack. When she spoke, her voice was also eerily calm.

"I know about Victory."

Jack tried to laugh off the comment. "My job? Of course you know about it, love."

"No," (Y/N) said, shaking her head. "I know what Victory is. I know why we're here, Jack. And what you did to me."

Jack's blood ran cold.

In his fear and anxiety, Jack started laughing again. (Y/N)'s face was still blank as she looked at him.

"I don't know what you're on about," Jack said. "I didn't do anything to you, besides put a ring on your finger."

(Y/N) chuckled, but there was no true humor behind it. "Well, yes, you did actually do that. But you didn't do it the way we've been telling the story, did you?"

Jack started to walk away. He was trying to seem nonchalant, but the panic was starting to overwhelm him. He didn't want (Y/N) to see his panic, otherwise he wouldn't be able to convince her that she was wrong.

He stopped when (Y/N) called after him, "How long do you intend to keep me in this simulation?"

Jack spun around before he could stop himself. "You are crazy! Do you hear yourself? You're talking crazy!"

Emotion was finally showing on (Y/N)'s face. It quickly went from shock to anger. "You're going to call me crazy? When you're the one who has me hooked up to a machine and making me play happy little housewife?!"

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

Jack couldn't help but quickly look around in panic. There was no way Frank was listening in on their private conversations, right? This wouldn't get back to him, would it? He needed to stop (Y/N) before things got too loud or somehow their neighbors noticed the arguing.

He tried a more calm approach, saying, "Love, I don't know where you got this idea. We are not in a simulation, you are not hooked up to machines. I'm sorry I called you crazy, but you have to understand that is how everyone will react when they hear you saying this."

(Y/N) pulled away as Jack tried to reach for her. "I got this idea when I went to the Victory headquarters."

Jack backed away from her. No, she couldn't have been to the Headquarters. None of the wives even knew where the Headquarters was, and they wouldn't be able to even go out that far.

Except for Margaret, but Ted wore he had her under control.

They locked eyes, silently daring the other to make a move. Jack had lost any sense of confidence he had mustered seconds ago. He felt like everything was about to slip from his fingers. Everything he worked so hard to build for him and (Y/N), all gone in the seconds it took for her to utter that sentence. Meanwhile, (Y/N) had gone back to looking emotionless. She didn't even realize how much she was about to lose.

When Jack didn't break the silence, (Y/N) took it as her opportunity to explain, "I was on the trolley and it broke down. The driver told me it would take some time for it to be fixed, so I offered to just walk back to town. But, oddly, the driver started trying to convince me not to get off. He was very adamant about staying on the trolley. I was a little put off by how insistent he was on it, but I thought he was just worried for my safety."

Jack felt himself unconsciously clenching his fists. The damn trolley driver. Couldn't he have been a little more subtle?

"I did stay on for a while," she continued. "But it was just the two of us, and I knew I'd get home quicker if I just walked. So I did. When the driver wasn't paying much attention, I got off and started walking. But we were in the desert, and none of us wives have ever been out that far, so I was a bit lost. I found his building I've never seen or heard of before. I knew I shouldn't go to it, but...my curiosity got the better of me."

Jack felt as though he was going to start crying. Even though he already knew the answer, he asked, "What did you see?"

"Nothing," (Y/N) responded. "Not at first. Not until I touched the building. Then I saw the truth. All of it."

Jack winced.

That's it. There's no denying her when she saw the building.

The truth was that (Y/N) was right: she was hooked up to a machine that was putting her in a simulated perfect 50s town.

In the real world, Jack and (Y/N) were really married. They fell in love young and married right after they graduated university. Everything was great, until Jack lost his job. His company was on a fast downwards spiral that resulted in a number of employees getting terminated, and Jack was one of the unfortunate ones. (Y/N) was still trying to get a job within her field of study, so she was working a minimum wage retail job. While Jack was unemployed, (Y/N) had to carry the financial burdens, and that made Jack feel awful and useless.

Then he discovered Frank and Victory.

Frank promised a perfect world and a perfect life. All Jack needed to do was work for eight hours a day, as well as all the other men within their town, for Frank; for Victory. It was a small price to pay for him and (Y/N) to live their dream life.

And now all of that work was ruined. Frank would take care of (Y/N) for finding out, whatever that meant, and Jack would be exiled from Victory.

He had to sit down.

He lowered himself into a chair at their dining table. (Y/N) was still watching him. He wished she would just do whatever she planned to do; scream, break things, go right to Frank and tell him she knew about everything. Whatever the plan, he just wanted her to get it over with. The unknown silence was killing him.

"Why?" she finally asked. "Why did you do this?"

"For us," Jack said. "So we could live a better life."

"What was wrong with our life before?"

Jack scoffed. "Seriously? (Y/N), we were struggling. I was unemployed, you were working a shitty job. You were pulling all the financial weight, and I hate that all of that was on your shoulders."

"So instead of talking to me about your feelings, you hooked me up to a machine and put me into a simulation without my consent?"

Jack hung his head. There was no way to paint that part in a good light. He hadn't brought up Victory because he was afraid (Y/N) would reject the idea, and he couldn't take their real life for much longer.

"I just wanted to take care of you," Jack said, his voice small. "You were doing it for so long, and you never complained even though I know it was tough. I didn't want you to do it anymore, and Frank offered the perfect life for us."

He heard (Y/N)'s heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor as she approached the table. He couldn't look up at her as she leaned on the table, basically towering over him.

"What happens if Frank finds out that I know?" she asked.

Jack shook his head. "I don't completely know. He just says he takes care of it."

"Did he take care of Margaret?"

He didn't ask her how she knew that Margaret had known the truth as well. It was probably pretty obvious now that she knew. Instead, he just nodded. "And he told Ted that if he didn't get Margaret under control, then he'd be fired from Victory."

"So, if Frank finds out, this is all over for both of us?"

He nodded again. He had a feeling he knew where she was going with this. She'd go tell Frank that she knew the truth about Victory, even though it would be a risk for her to do so. But the risk would be worth it if it meant Jack was fired from Victory, sent back to the reality that he was trying to desperately to save them from. Once they were back in their own reality, (Y/N) would no doubt divorce him as well. He'd deserve it, of course.

"Then I'll just have to get really good at keeping a secret."

Jack's head shot up quickly to look at (Y/N). There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and there was something in her eyes as she looked at Jack.

"What do you mean?" he asked, dumbly.

"I mean, what you did was very fucked up. Like, extremely fucked up. Next time you're making big decisions like, I don't know, putting us in a fucking simulation, maybe talk to me about it first. But, with that being said...I'd be lying if I said I preferred our real life over this one."

Jack was stunned. This was not what he was expecting at all.

(Y/N) gestured for Jack to push his chair back. When given enough room, she sat herself on his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"We can't stay here forever," she told him. "We have real bodies that need to be taken care of, and families and people that will worry if we just disappear. But, it's hard to give up on this life. It's so...perfect."

"So what are you saying?" Jack asked.

"I'm saying we put a cap on how long we stay here. Give it...I don't know, another year. We let ourselves be happy, be worry free. Then, however we have to, we get out of here and we get to working on making our reality just as perfect as the simulation is."

"You'll have to go back to work."

She nodded. "I know. But I'm not opposed to working. I did get a whole degree so I could work my dream job, after all."

Jack put his arms around her. He wanted to pull her in close and not ever let her go, but he couldn't just yet. "Why?"

She furrowed her brows. "Why what?"

"Why aren't you more mad? Why aren't you going to tell Frank so that I get in trouble? Why do you want to stay here...stay with me?"

(Y/N) gave him a look like she thought he was being incredibly stupid before cupping his cheeks. "Because I love you, you idiot. And, like I said, the way you went about doing this was very stupid and wrong, but I know you did it because you love me, too. As long as you can agree with my deal, I don't see any reason to be mad and want to leave you."

Jack finally allowed himself to kiss her. It caught her off guard, which made her giggle against his lips. Every memory he had with her, both in the real world and in their simulation, came rushing back to him.

"I agree," he said. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise."

"Right now, I think I want to make love to my husband in our super cool retro bedroom," she told him. "Just to make sure I don't forget how to do that when we get back to the real world."

Jack smiled at her. "Oh, don't worry love. I won't let you forget."

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oblivious ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 3103

request?: no

description: in which he has a huge crush on the scoops ahoy girl, but she's too oblivious to notice

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

The first time Eddie came into Scoops Ahoy, he was on a date.

He had been so excited for this date. It had taken him forever to work up the courage to ask the girl, a sweet girl in his grade named Noel. When she said yes, he felt like he could fly. He had planned out the perfect date: ice cream, a movie, and then maybe dinner if they were feeling up for it. If not, a drive in his van to stargaze before he brought her home.

It was all perfect, and it was already going well even though it had only just started.

And then, as he walked into Scoops with his arm around Noel's shoulder, his eyes landed on the girl at the counter, and he found himself breathless.

He hadn't seen her before. He thought he was about to run into Robin Buckley, who he knew had a part time gig at this place and who liked Eddie enough that she might've slipped him a free sundae with two spoons for him and his date. Instead, there was the most beautiful girl Eddie had ever seen standing at the cash, looking down at the book she had opened on the counter. When she heard them walking up, she looked up and smiled, and Eddie felt like she was the only woman in the entire world.

Not exactly the best thing to be thinking when you're on a date with someone else, he thought to himself.

"Ahoy, you two!" she said, marking her book and setting it aside. "What can I get you two?"

Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Noel looked up at him, and he quickly plastered a smile on his face so she didn't see his obvious attraction to this girl. He looked back down at her and said, "Whatever you want."

She ordered a large sized sundae and asked for two spoons for them to share. The cashier took their payment and got to work scooping the ice cream into a sundae glass. Noel was chattering away to Eddie, but he had a hard time focusing. He tried to keep eye contact with Noel, but he kept glancing up at the worker. She wasn't looking at the two of them, but he wished she would. He wanted her to see him, to maybe have a flicker of the same thoughts he was having about her.

When she passed him their ice cream, she smiled and said, "Enjoy."

"Thank you," Eddie said, pausing to glance at her name tag. "(Y/N)."

~~~~~~

The second time Eddie went to Scoops Ahoy, he was alone.

It was a week later, and he had been thinking about (Y/N) the entire time. He couldn't get her out of his mind. It was summer time, so there was no way for him to try and see her at school. His only hope was to go into Scoops and hope she was working.

Lucky for him, she was.

She was leaning against the counter, reading another book. The place was surprisingly not busy for an ice cream store during the summer, but Eddie was going to use that to his advantage while he could.

"Still not through that book?" he asked, playfully. "You must be a slow reader."

She looked up at the sound of his voice and smiled. "Oh hey, I remember you."

"I would hope so. I like to make a lasting impression."

She chuckled and marked her book. "For your information, this is a new book. Actually, the third new book since you were here last week. I finished that one the day you were here."

Eddie whistled. "That's impressive."

"There's not much else to do during the slow periods. They schedule two of us on at a time and usually by, like, 3pm it dies off here. Everyone is either going home for the day or getting dinner, or going to a movie. Which reminds me, where's your girlfriend?"

Was she asking because she was genuinely curious, or was she trying to figure out whether or not Eddie was single?

"Not girlfriend," he responded. "Just one date, and not a good one at that."

"Oh, that sucks. What happened?"

"I took her to a movie and she really did not like it. She was almost insulted that I took her to it as a first date."

"Which movie? There's plenty of good rom-coms out, and most of them are really good from what I've heard."

"I'm not really a rom-com type of guy, so I took her to see that movie Aliens."

(Y/N) started laughing. "That's a horror movie! You took a girl to see a horror movie on your first date?"

Eddie put his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey! I just said I'm not a rom-com guy! I didn't think that would be a bad choice. Wait, how do you know it's a horror movie? Have you seen it?"

She nodded. "I'm really into sci-fi stuff. I went to see it the weekend it came out."

I'm in love.

They continued to talk for a while until a customer finally came in. Eddie stepped aside so that (Y/N) could do her job. Robin emerged from the back room just as (Y/N) started to get the kid's ice cream and told her she could go on her break. Eddie itched to ask her if she wanted to get lunch together, but he didn't want to seem too eager or obvious.

(Y/N) looked over at him. "I'd ask if you wanted to grab something to eat, but I brought lunch today and I'm not one to waste food."

His heart fluttered. She would've asked. Maybe I'm not too eager.

"That's okay. I wouldn't want you to waste whatever you brought either. Maybe if I'm ever in the area again."

She was smiling again. "Yeah! That'd be cool. You should stop by whenever you're in the mall. It's super boring here when the crowd dies down, and Robin is only good for conversation for so long."

"Hey!" Robin said, throwing a used sample stick at (Y/N).

(Y/N) screeched and moved out of the way. The two were laughing as (Y/N) walked to the back room for her break. Eddie stood for a moment longer, watching her go, before he reluctantly decided to leave the shop. He would've stayed all day if he could, just to talk to (Y/N). But he definitely did not want to give her stalker vibes. Maybe he'd come back tomorrow, or give it a few days. But he would definitely be back.

~~~~~~

Later that evening, while Robin and (Y/N) were doing their closing duties, Robin said, "I didn't know you knew Eddie Munson."

(Y/N) looked at her in confusion. Robin raised an eyebrow. "Long, brown hair? Ripped jeans? Band shirt? Was here talking to you earlier?"

"Oh!" (Y/N) said, the lightbulb of recognition finally lighting up in her head. "That's his name? He hasn't told me yet."

"So you don't know him then."

(Y/N) shrugged. "He came in last week on a date, then came in again today. We were talking for a bit. He seems nice."

"Wait, wait, he was here on a date? Does his girlfriend know he's coming in and flirting up a storm with the Scoops Ahoy girl? You don't want some crazy coming in here ready to scratch your eyes out because she thinks you're trying to steal her boyfriend."

(Y/N) laughed. "You're funny, Robin. He wasn't flirting with me. He was just talking. And he doesn't have a girlfriend. The date went poorly he said."

Robin gave (Y/N) a look. She was surprised to see that (Y/N) wasn't blushing or flustered talking about Eddie. She seemed to genuinely think Eddie was just being friendly while he was there. Had she really been that oblivious to not realize Eddie was smitten with her? He hadn't bought any ice cream while he was there, and left right after (Y/N) went on her break. Was she not connecting the dots?

After a moment, Robin realized that (Y/N) really hadn't.

The next morning, Steve had come in for his shift to find Robin erasing the "You Suck/You Rule" board she had made to keep a tally of all the times he had struck out with girls.

"Finally giving up on your bullying?" he asked her.

"No," Robin said. "I'm starting over with a new target."

At the top of the board, Robin wrote (Y/N)'s name.

~~~~~~

The third time Eddie went to Scoops Ahoy, (Y/N) hadn't been working. He had to order ice cream that he didn't even want as to not seem so obvious that he was only there to see her.

The fourth time Eddie went to Scoops Ahoy, (Y/N) was there. It was the next day, which he felt silly about but he had been sad he didn't get to see her the day before, and didn't want to wait more time before trying to see her again.

Luckily, (Y/N) was working with Steve and not Robin, which was who had been in the day before when he walked in.

This time, (Y/N) told Eddie she hadn't brought a lunch in hopes of seeing him, and they decided to get food from the food court together. They spent the entire half hour getting to know one another. When Eddie told (Y/N) about Hellfire, she seemed genuinely interested, despite not knowing anything about Dungeons and Dragons.

"Do you have sessions over the summer?" she asked.

"Sometimes. I try to give the kids a break from getting absolutely demolished by my sadist campaigns, but they often ask me to hold a session every now and then."

"Maybe I could come by sometime to watch. I would be absolutely garbage to play, I know nothing about the game and I'd definitely hold your team or whatever back, but I'd love to see you in full Dungeon Master mode. You seem to be really passionate about it."

Normally, spectators were absolutely not allowed. New people weren't even allowed to join the campaign unless Eddie approved of them, and Eddie approved of very few people for his DND campaigns.

But he definitely approved of (Y/N). Even if she just wanted to come and spend the entire time not paying any attention to what was going on, he would let her. Just to have her involved with his world.

"I think that could be allowed," he said, trying to remain nonchalant.

"You're too kind, Dungeon Master."

She said it in a teasing way, but Eddie found himself liking the nickname coming from her mouth a little too much.

When it was nearing the end of her break, Eddie walked (Y/N) back to Scoops. Steve was on the cash with a line up almost to the door.

"Shit, I should go help him," (Y/N) said. "Thanks for having lunch with me today. Don't forget to let me know about your next campaign."

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

(Y/N) paused at the name. "I like that. Keep calling me that."

Eddie smiled. "Will do."

He watched her rush into work before reluctantly leaving again. Mentally, he celebrated the small wins that he was seeming to have with (Y/N).

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was quick to help Steve fulfil the orders of the sudden crowd they had. Once they were most ways through and no one else was coming in, Steve asked, "How was your lunch date with Eddie?"

(Y/N) gave him a look. "It wasn't a date, Steve. It was just two friends getting lunch."

Steve paused to look at her. The realization that she was being serious hit him as hard as it had hit Robin days before.

When he was able to step away from the counter for a moment, he added a tick to the "You Suck" side of the board.

~~~~~~

The tallies on the "You Suck" side started to add up. Robin and Steve were almost impressed with how quickly (Y/N) was catching up to Steve's score in just a few weeks. They couldn't believe that she was so oblivious to the way Eddie felt about her. They couldn't tell if she didn't feel the same way, or if she just really could not see that Eddie was head over heels for her.

They started spending time together outside of the Starcourt Mall. The next time Eddie had come in while she was working, they exchanged phone numbers and started meeting up when (Y/N) was off. Usually they would go out somewhere or he would go to her place, too embarrassed to have her see the trailer that he lived in. But when she finally asked him at one point about where he lived and he confessed to her that he lived in the trailer park with his uncle, she insisted she wanted to see his place and meet Wayne. She didn't judge him in the slightest as she walked into the tiny, messy trailer, and when she left that night Wayne told him, "I like her. Don't fuck it up, boy."

But it was hard to fuck something up that wasn't really happening. Eddie didn't want to outright say anything to (Y/N) about how he felt in case she didn't feel the same way, but it was hard to gauge how she felt. She was so kind to him. She wanted to know more about him and never judged him for anything that he said or did. She even took interest in the things he liked, like DND and metal music, even when she said it wasn't something she liked. But, on the other hand, there was no clues from her that she liked him any more than a friend. Eddie didn't want to overthink things with her, but he felt like he was getting such whiplash from going back and forth on whether or not she liked him.

One night, when he knew she wasn't working, Eddie came to her house. He knocked at her door, like a gentleman, and smiled when she answered it.

"Hey Eds!" she said. "What's up?"

"I'm taking you on an adventure, sweetheart," he said.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "An adventure, you say?"

"Nothing special, but there's this place I wanted to show you. I promise I'm not taking you to my serial killer spot, though."

She laughed. "Damn, that's too bad. A serial killer spot sounds fun."

(Y/N) called over her shoulder to her parents that she was going out with Eddie before following him to his van.

The ride wasn't terribly long, but once they went off road onto a dirt path it got very bumpy. (Y/N) held onto the door and laughed with every jostle of the van. They came to a clearing in a field that Eddie had found some time ago. He parked the van and turned to look at (Y/N).

"Are you sure this isn't a serial killer spot?" she asked.

He chuckled and nodded towards the back of the van before getting out. (Y/N) turned to see that Eddie had thrown some blankets and pillows into the back of his van. When he opened the back doors, (Y/N) noticed that, this far away from town and with the lights of Eddie's van off, the stars were perfectly clear in the sky.

"Whoa," she marveled.

"Beautiful, huh?" Eddie asked. "I come out here whenever I wanna be alone and have a smoke without Wayne getting on my case about it. I thought...well, I wanted to share it with you."

Eddie climbed into the back of the van and gestured for (Y/N) to follow. She climbed between the seats and sat next to Eddie. He arranged the blankets and pillows around them so that they had some cushioning underneath them. (Y/N) leaned into Eddie, watching the sky with wide eyes. She didn't notice that he was looking at her, a small smile on his face.

"I don't think I've ever really looked at the stars like this," she admitted. "I feel like it's one of those things you take for granted. You don't really focus on how beautiful the sky can be."

"I didn't used to either, but after I found this place I started coming out to appreciate them more."

She turned her head to look at him. "Would you bring me out here to see them more often?"

"If you want me to." She nodded her head vigorously. Eddie chuckled. "Okay, then I'll keep bringing you out then."

And then, in that moment, with her looking at him and the beautiful night sky as a backdrop, Eddie took his chance. He leaned forward and kissed (Y/N). His hand came up to gently cup her cheek at the same time her hand moved to the back of his neck. Her response was a shock to both of them, but Eddie wasn't about to cut this moment short.

(Y/N) ended up pulling away first. She rested her forehead against his and looked into his big, brown eyes.

"Sorry," he said, softly.

She giggled. "Why?"

"I don't know. I feel like maybe I should've asked before I kissed you."

"I liked the spontaneity of it."

"Well, in that case."

(Y/N) giggled again as Eddie leaned in to kiss her again. They ended up tumbling back onto the blankets underneath them, but didn't break the kiss as they went.

"Wait," (Y/N) said. "Wait, you actually did like me this entire time?"

"You didn't know?" She shook her head. "Oh my God. All this time, I just thought you didn't like me back."

"I just thought we were friends!"

"Well, we were, but I had a crush on you!"

She put her hands over her face. "Oh my, God! I'm an idiot!"

Eddie chuckled and lowered her hands from her face. "You're not an idiot. Maybe just a little oblivious, but in the cutest way possible."

"I didn't know oblivious could be cute."

"Everything you do is cute."

His words made (Y/N) want to float into the air, all the way to cloud nine. She cupped his face and started kissing him again. They couldn't get enough of kissing one another.

The next time (Y/N) went to Scoops, Robin finally got to add a tally to the "You Rule" side of the board.

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soft side ~ billy hargrove;stranger things

word count: 2517

request?: yes!

“Could you by any chance write a Billy Hargrove fluff?? You know before he died. Like maybe he’s really sweet to the reader and she’s the only one he lets see his soft side.”

description: in which the big bad bully falls for the quiet girl and shows her a side of him that no one has ever seen before

pairing: billy hargrove x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse

masterlist (one, two)

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always a winner ~ harry styles

word count: 1938

request?: yes!

“Hello! Can I request a Harry Styles x Director!y/n where y/n is invited for the first time to the golden globes/oscars/some award show like that and she’s the only woman nominated in the Directing category so she’s super nervous about everything but Harry calms her down? You can decided if she wins or loses but make it fluffy please!! Thank you!💕”

description: you’re nominated for your first major award for your first ever movie, and understandably you’re very scared. luckily, you have your amazing boyfriend with you to calm you down

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: none really

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My leg bobbed with anxiousness as I watched the Oscar red carpet come closer and closer. My stomach was in knots and I almost wanted to ask my limo driver to turn around and bring us home.

Noticing my worry, Harry reached out and put a hand over mine. “Don’t worry too much, love. It’ll be fine.  You’re almost guaranteed to win, audiences and critics alike are praising your directing skills.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “People praise movies all the time and very few of them are ever nominated, and if they are they’re usually the ones that lose. They only nominated me so they could say a woman was nominated, I won’t win.”

“Hey, babe, look at me.” Harry cupped your face and forced you to look at him. “You’re worrying yourself too much. You deserve to be nominated, just like everyone else in that category. Your movie was phenomenal, you’re amazingly talented. You deserve to be here, and you’re going to win.”

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss Harry. Honestly, I was the luckiest woman alive to have someone as great as him in my life. He always had my back, and always cheered me up.

The limo came to a stop and I found my nervousness growing again. Harry got out first and came around to open the door for me. The moment I stepped out, cameras were flashing and people were yelling for my attention. Of course this wasn’t my first red carpet. I went to the one for my movie, and of course it was about the same - cameras flashing, people calling my name, asking for interviews - but the Oscars felt like so much more than just a movie red carpet. Much more overwhelming if anything else.

Harry wrapped an arm around my waist, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we smiled for the cameras. I leaned into him, feeling safe in his arms. No matter what happened tonight, as long as I had Harry I’d always feel like the real winner.

My manager gestured towards a waiting interviewer, indicating that I had to do at least one interview. I swallowed my nerves and approached her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here we have (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Best Director nominee,” the interviewer announced. “Now, you’re breaking some record tonight. You’re not only the only female director nominated, you’re also the youngest person to be nominated in that category. If you were a year younger you’d beat Timothee Chalamet for youngest person to ever be nominated for an Oscar. How does that make you feel?”

“It’s so mind blowing honestly,” I responded. “I was over the moon to even have my movie greenlit, let alone to be nominated for an Oscar on my first ever film. It all feels like a dream.”

“If you win tonight, you’ll be the first female director in 10 years to win. How do you feel about that?”

It was a heavy question, so I had to consider it for a moment before responding, “So many amazing women have directed movies this past year. The fact that I’m the only one nominated is a huge travesty. I hope that, should I win tonight, people will start to realize that it’s time to start recognizing these talented women and their amazing creations.”

The interviewer seemed impressed by my answer. I looked over my shoulder at Harry, who was smiling brightly at me. I smiled back, feeling much more confident than before.

My following interviews went about the same; questions about being the only female nominated, about being the youngest person nominated, a few questions here and there about Harry. Finally, we entered the venue. We were offered something to eat and drink before being shown to our seats. As we waited for the ceremony to start, Harry pulled his phone from his pocket and held it towards me to show me something.

“You’re trending,” he told me. “Your answer about the female directors has gone viral. Everyone is routing for you tonight.”

“At least I know there are people out there who’ll be pissed if I lose,” I joked. “Do you really think I’m good enough to win? I mean, I’m up against some greats.”

“You are up against some amazing directors, but you yourself are an amazing director, and I think you’ll kick all these dude’s asses. They need to make room for new greats eventually, and you’re the new great.”

I smiled and kissed Harry again.

The ceremony began. We were given an itinerary on how everything was going to go, and of course, Best Director was one of the last categories to be announced. Actually, it was the second last one overall, announced just before Best Picture. Which meant I had to sit through agonizing hours of speeches from other winners, performances, and the jokes from the host between segments.

When they called the commercial break just before the Best Director category, I felt my stomach lurch. I jumped up from my seat and bolted out of the area to the nearest bathroom. I knelt next to the toilet and threw back up any food I was offered from the time I had gotten there to that moment. I knew it was about time with how awful my stomach had been the whole night.

I heard the door to the washroom open and close behind me. I felt a hand touch my back and knew immediately who it was.

“You could get in trouble for being in here,” I told Harry.

“I think my girl needing me is a bit more important than whether or not being in the girl’s loo will get me in trouble,” Harry told me. I sighed and flushed the toilet, sitting back to look at him. “You’re really that nervous, huh?”

“I didn’t realize it until now,” I admitted. “It’s just…it’s such a big award. I don’t even care all that much if I do win, but I keep thinking what if I do and I somehow mess up? Like what if I’m saying my speech and I leave someone out, or I fall walking on or off the stage, or I drop the award? It’s not like this is some local award show or anything like I’m used to. This is a huge, live award show. Whatever stupid mistake I do will be broadcasted to thousands of people, then it’ll be immortalized on the internet for the rest of my life.”

Harry stood suddenly and extended a hand to me. I looked at him confused but took it anyways. He helped me to my feet, brushed any dirt off of my dress, then led me to the mirror. Turned me to face the mirror then stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he did so.

“You see that woman in the mirror?” he asked. “That’s my amazing girlfriend. The most talented person I know. The woman who not only achieved her dream of directing a full length feature film this year, but was so good that she got nominated for an Oscar on her first movie! Whether you win or lose tonight, love, you’re going to always be the winner. You’re going to keep directing and make more amazing movies and be nominated time and time again, and definitely win time and time again. And if you do make a mistake tonight if you do win then so what?! You’ll be an Oscar award winning director, no one will ever take that from you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away so they wouldn’t ruin my makeup. I turned in Harry’s arms and cupped his face in my hands. I looked up into those eyes that I had fallen in love with, that I continued to fall in love with every time I looked at him.

“I love you so much, Harry,” I told him.

“I love you more, (Y/N),” he told me. “Now, let’s get you back out there so you can get your Oscar.”

He took my hand and led me back to my seat. We sat just in time for the commercial break to end and the show to start up again. I kept replaying what Harry said to me in my head as I listened to the brief speech that the presenter was giving to calm myself. When the cameraman for showing the nominees came to kneel in front of me, I felt my stomach lurch again. Harry squeezed my hand and I looked at him. He gave me a reassuring smile and I smiled back.

“And the Oscar goes to,” the presenter started. He opened the envelope agonizingly slow, or maybe it felt that way because I was so anxious. I was literally sat on the edge of my seat, Harry beside me doing the same and squeezing my hand tightly.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

I barely had time to register the announcement when I felt Harry’s arms wrap around me and hug me tightly, lifting me off the ground as he did so. I kissed him deeply as everyone cheered for me. I heard the announcer declare that this was my first Oscar nomination and first win, but all the sounds in the room were drowned out by my heart pumping in my ears.

I quickly raced to the stage, but made sure that I wasn’t going fast enough to get caught up in my dress and fall. I ascended the stairs and hugged the presenter. When I reached out for the golden statue I realized my hands were shaking. I turned to address the audience, my face already hurting from my wide smile.

“Oh my God,” was all I could manage. “This…this is like a dream come true. If you had told little 10 year old me that one day those silly little films I used to make with my friends would lead to me receiving an Oscar, I probably wouldn’t believe you.”

God, I can barley think straight. I can’t remember my speech! Breathe, (Y/N), you can do this. Just breathe.

“First, I want to thank everyone involved in this movie; all the crew members, all the actors, and especially the studio for greenlighting the project of mine. I want to thank my parents for always being there for me and for telling me to follow my dreams. And last, but most definitely not least, I want to thank my amazing boyfriend, Harry Styles. Harry was with me every step of the way with this project, from getting it greenlit, to waiting up for me on particularly long shoots that lasted well into the night, to seeing me freak out and nitpick every little detail because I wanted it to be perfect. And especially for being there for me tonight and for believing in me when I didn’t even believe in myself.”

The crowd was applauding again and I could hear the music playing to signal that my time was up. I finished my speech with a quick, “Thank you so much for this award, have a lovely night everyone.”

The presenter offered me his arm and led me off stage. The backstage area was full of crew, interviewers, and other winners who cheered for me as I walked in. Waiting for me was Harry, who immediately wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tightly again.

“I told you you’d win!” he said. “Your speech was great, babe. You’re great.”

I kissed Harry and said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he told me.

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the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh…hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

~~~~~~

That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

~~~~~~~

Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But…I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just…mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”

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not a damn damsel ~ eggsy; kingsman

word count: 1248

request?: no

description: not all kidnapped princesses are damsels in distress, and eggsy comes to learn this the hard way

pairing: eggsy unwin x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

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Eggsy let out a long sigh after dipping into a nearby room to get away from the guards that were chasing him.

“It’s an easy mission,” he muttered to himself, “save a kidnapped princess from some looney fucker that’s trying to get money from her family. You’ve done it before, it’s a piece of cake. I’m sure there won’t be a million fucking guards around!”

“They were ready for us,” Merlin said over Eggsy’s ear piece. “They knew the king and queen would send a rescue and armed themselves accordingly.”

“Well how much further till I reach the princess?”

“The cameras show her as being right above you.”

Eggsy looked around the room to find a window. He opened it and poked his head out to see the room just above him had a window level with his own. He maneuvered himself out enough to shoot the grappling hook from his belt buckle.

As Eggsy started to make his climb to the princess’ room, the sound of a gunshot rang out from her open window. “Merlin, what the fuck was that?!”

“I don’t know. They took control back over the cameras, I can’t see the princess’ room.”

Eggsy clicked a button on his belt and sky rocketed towards the window. When he climbed into the room he found one of the guards face down in a pool of his own blood with the princess standing over him, holding his own gun. When she heard Eggsy behind her, she pun around, pointing the gun at him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Eggsy exclaimed. “I’m a good guy! I’m here to save you!”

“Why should I believe you?!” she demanded.

“If I were here to hurt you, I would’ve followed the guards in through the door, not climb in through the window,” Eggsy pointed out. (Y/N) continued to point the gun at him. She looked very familiar with holding one, maybe a little too familiar. “Listen, I’m part of the Kingsman. I know you know what that is, your family have been big supporters for a long time. I’m Galahad.”

She slowly lowered her gun, still looking suspicious but believing Eggsy now. “Do you have a weapon?”

Eggsy pulled his gun from his waist and checked the chamber. Unsurprisingly, he was out of bullets. He used them all in his shootout earlier with the guards. As if knowing his problem, (Y/N) knelt down next to the body of the dead guard and started searching his pockets. She pulled two clips from his pockets and tossed one to Eggsy, pocketing the second for herself.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Eggsy said as he slipped the clip into the chamber. 

He started towards the window when (Y/N) asked, “Why don’t we just go out the door?”

“Well, the guards - ”

“We have guns.”

“How well is your aim?”

“Do you not see the man I fucking killed?”

Eggsy couldn’t argue with that. He wasn’t sure if his grappling hook would hold the two of them, or if it would even work at all now after already being used.

He walked towards the door, peering out to make sure there were no guards in the hallway before waving for (Y/N) to follow him.

As they walked, Eggsy glanced at (Y/N) over his shoulder. She seemed more like an agent than a kidnapped princess. She was on high alert, taking in all her surroundings as they walked, her gun lowered but still at the ready.

“Where’d you learn to shoot a gun?” Eggsy whispered as they turned down another hallway.”

“Who says I was taught?” she asked.

“There’s just something about your stance, like you’ve been trained for this type of situation before.”

(Y/N) peered into a room as they passed by. She was growing suspicious by the lack of guards. “My parents always knew I’d be at risk. Not only am I royalty, but I’m their only child, which means I’m next in line for the throne and a key target for situations like this. They had me trained at a young age to be able to defend myself.”

“If you can defend yourself, why were you here for so long?”

(Y/N) stopped. Eggsy turned to look at her, confused. She glared at him and raised her gun. Before Eggsy could even react, she shot over his shoulder twice and hit two guards, killing them both.

She approached Eggsy, standing just inches from his face. “They made sure I had no way of defending myself. That room had a bed and only a bed. The only way I got a hold of this gun was because that guard came barging into my room and tried to grab me. I got hold of his gun and shot him. I just shot those two guards, and you said it yourself, I seem trained. Now, keep walking, keep focuses, and don’t ask me stupid questions again. I may be a princess, but I am not a damn damsel.”

She brushed past him towards the nearby staircase. Eggsy watched her in shock. She turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, dummy.”

Eggsy sighed to himself when she started down over the stairs. “Fuck me, she’s sexy.”

~~~~~~

After a brief shoot out and some serious ass kicking, Eggsy and (Y/N) were on their way back to the Kingsman headquarters in Eggsy’s car.

Now that neither of them were on high alert, Eggsy looked over at (Y/N). She had her head against the window and her eyes were closed. With the adrenaline worn off, Eggsy could see that she was exhausted, but still so beautiful.

“So what’s your real name?” she asked him, her eyes still closed.

“How do you know Galahad isn’t my real name?” Eggsy asked.

“If it is, your parents must’ve been super into English lit since Galahad was a knight from King Arthur’s round table. They’re into obscure names from English lit, too, since Galahad is relatively unknown. Also - ” she opened her eyes to look at him. “ - Galahad was the name of the Kingsman agent that trained me. His real name was Harry. You must be his successor.”

“Something like that,” Eggsy responded with a small smile. “My name’s Eggsy.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What kind of name is that?”

“Oi! Don’t make fun of it, it’s the name of the man who saved your life!”

“I think we established I saved myself, you just helped a little.” Eggsy stuck his tongue out at her, causing her to laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Eggsy. Thank you for your assistance.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, (Y/N). It was an honor to assist you.”

(Y/N) smiled at him before closing her eyes again. The ride was long and far too silent, but the radio rarely worked in Kingsman vehicles.

“I have a question,” Eggsy said, breaking the silence.

“Then asked, numb nuts,” (Y/N) responded. Eggsy chuckled.

“Do your parents have any…like royal traditions when it comes to someone asking their daughter out?”

(Y/N) opened her eyes again and look at Eggsy. She smiled. “They’re a little protective, but I think they’ll make an exception for the guy that saved my life.”

Eggsy glanced at her. “I thought I was only a little help.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They don’t need to know that.” She smiled and winked at him before closing her eyes again, finally drifting off to sleep. Eggsy smiled to himself.

[disarmluna]

[suunani]

mine, only mine [ jeong jaehyun ]

jaehyun gets jealous, and he makes sure you know you’re only his.

❛ content 1.8k words, husband! jaehyun, jealousy, a lots of physical touch, possessive behaviour, lots of kisses, light biting, slightly suggestive at the end (?), hubby jaehyun just wants reader only for himself.

your laughter filled the air again, spilling through the rows of desks like sunlight. a few coworkers glanced up with faint smiles before turning back to their screens, but you didn’t notice — you were too caught up in your coworker’s ridiculous story about the time he accidentally spilled coffee all over a client’s laptop.

you leaned forward against the edge of your desk, eyes bright, hand covering your mouth as you tried to muffle another laugh.

that’s the exact sight jaehyun walked in on.

his chest tightened immediately at the view. the office smelled faintly of ink and warm coffee, and somewhere, someone’s phone was buzzing on a desk. but all jaehyun saw (all he cared to see) was you. you, grinning ear-to-ear at another man.

he should have known better. you loved him, you were completely his, you had stood in front of dozens of people and promised it. still, that irrational burn in his stomach rose fast, curling into his throat until it threatened to spill. his lips pressed into a firm line as he shoved his hands into his pockets, broad shoulders squared in a stance that screamed 'don’t test me'.

your coworker said something else, and you laughed again, head tilted back slightly. jaehyun’s eyes tracked the way your throat moved when you did, the way your cheeks flushed from genuine amusement.

that should’ve been his.

the click of his polished shoes against the office tiles made you turn your head, and the moment you spotted him — your whole expression shifted. your smile widened, your eyes softened, like every part of you was suddenly tuned to him and him alone.

“hyunie!” you called warmly, voice carrying across the small office. “you’re here already.”

the coworker blinked, turning to look at jaehyun.

“ah, this must be the famous husband. i heard a lot about you.”

jaehyun moved closer, each step steady but heavy. his gaze flicked briefly to your coworker’s face, then dropped — too close. his arm brushed against yours when he reached your desk, and only then did his lips twitch into something resembling a smile.

“yeah,” he said evenly, his voice low but unmistakably firm. “i’m the husband.”

your coworker’s brows rose at his tone, then he chuckled lightly, raising his hands as though to surrender. “got it. loud and clear. well—enjoy your lunch, you two.”

he retreated quickly, muttering something about an email he had to finish.

you then fully turned to jaehyun, brows lifting. his face was unreadable, though his eyes were fixed on you, scanning every detail like he needed proof you were really his. his hand slid to your lower back, warm and solid, guiding you toward the door with a touch that was a little firmer than necessary.

as you walked together, you could feel the heat radiating off him, his tall frame crowding your space like he refused to let even the hallway air touch you.

“hyunie,” you teased softly, tilting your head up at him slightly. “that was… a little intense.”

jaehyun didn’t answer right away. his jaw was tight, and his thumb moved in slow, unconscious circles against your hip, holding you closer than usual. his brown dark eyes flicked down to meet yours finally, and the storm in them made your chest tighten.

“he made you laugh,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl but with a thread of vulnerability woven in. “like… like the way you laugh with me. i don’t like that.”

your lips parted in surprise. “baby… he’s married. you know that, right?”

jaehyun leaned down, closing the distance until his forehead brushed yours. his voice dropped, a little husky, almost a whisper only you could hear.

“i don’t care,” he said, his pout barely restrained. “that laugh is mine. that smile—” his fingers pressed firmer into your hip, “—is mine. you are mine.”

you felt your breath catch as his warm lips brushed yours in the middle of the hallway — not rushed, not sloppy, but slow and deliberate. he tilted his head, deepening it just enough to make his point very, very clear. his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you like the entire office could disappear and he wouldn’t even care to notice.

when he finally pulled back, his brown eyes were still locked on yours, chest heaving slightly.

“tell me i’m right,” he whispered.

you were still catching your breath, lips tingling, heat rising in your neck. god, he was ridiculous. ridiculous and so hot you could barely think.

you chuckled softly, brushing your thumb against his lower lip. “you’re right, hyunie. i’m yours. only yours.”

his lips curved then, the first real smile since he walked in, but his grip on your waist didn’t ease — if anything, it tightened, as though he never intended to let you go.

and, in all honestly, you didn’t want him to.

you never wanted him to.

jaehyun kept you tucked firmly against his side as he led you out of the building. it wasn’t like he was dragging you — jaehyun would never be rough with you — but the weight of his palm on your waist was unmistakable. it was claiming and protective. he held you in a way that left no room for doubt about who you belonged to, his fingers spread wide and pressing warm through the thin fabric of your shirt.

the moment the office door clicked shut behind you both, you immediately felt his chest expand with a deep inhale, like he could finally breathe again now that you were out of sight.

still, his silence spoke louder than anything else.

“hyunie,” you murmured, tilting your head as you walked across the parking lot together. “you’re awfully quiet.”

he didn’t look down this time, his jaw set as he guided you to his car. “mmh.”

just that. a clipped sound, tight in his throat. his hand squeezed your side briefly, thumb digging in for a second before easing. you recognized that tic — it was the physical version of his pout.

by the time you reached the car, you were already suppressing a smile.

he opened the passenger door for you, steady and courteous as always, but his eyes lingered, scanning your expression like he was making sure you hadn’t given away something important to someone else. only once you were settled in did he round to the driver’s side, sliding in with a tension that made the air feel heavier.

the car was warm, faintly scented with the cologne you’d picked out for him weeks ago. the engine didn’t start. instead, jaehyun turned in his seat immediately, his large hand reaching for your thigh without hesitation.

the heat of his palm sank through your slacks, grounding and possessive all at once. he didn’t move it right away — he just held you there, thumb resting against the curve of your leg, his dark eyes locked on yours.

you raised a brow. “you’re not going to drive?”

“no,” his voice was really soft, but there was still an edge underneath, an unmistaken stubbornness. “not until you tell me again.”

your lips quirked. “tell you what?”

“that you’re mine.”

his fingers flexed on your thigh, the muscles in his forearm tensing. he leaned closer, every inch of him radiating heat, until the scent of his cologne and the faint warmth of his breath wrapped around you.

“that no one else gets your smile. or your laugh. or…”

his hand slid a fraction higher, squeezing, enough to make your pulse jump.

“…anything.”

the jealousy in his tone was sharp, but his eyes — dear lord, his beautiful eyes — were way more than that. dark brown and glossy with something rawer. not anger. but fear. that tender, ridiculous fear of losing you, even though he had no reason to.

your chest softened immediately. married or not, he was still your puppy, desperate for reassurance.

so, you chuckled softly, brushing your knuckles against jaehyun’s jaw.

“you’re so dramatic. we literally have matching rings,” you lifted your hand slightly, wiggling your left ring finger, the gold band catching the light. “pretty sure that’s proof enough.”

“not enough,” he said instantly. his eyes dropped to your ring, then back to your eyes, intense and unyielding. “say it again. please.”

the word cracked his voice ever so slightly. that single crack undid you.

you reached up, sliding your fingers into his hair. the strands were soft, silky between your fingertips, and the second you tugged lightly, he leaned in like a man starved. his nose brushed yours, and you whispered, slow and steady, letting every word sink into him :

“i’m yours, jaehyun. only yours. always.”

his breath hitched. his lips parted, eyes fluttering shut like he was savoring each syllable. then he kissed you.

it wasn’t a tentative kiss — hell, there was no hesitation in it. his mouth was on yours with a hunger he hadn’t been able to show in the office, lips moving firmly against yours as though he could press the words into your skin and bone. his hand on your thigh tightened, dragging slightly higher, thumb pressing into the heat of your muscle through the fabric.

you gasped softly into the kiss, and that was all he needed. he tilted his head, deepening it, sliding his other hand up to cup your jaw. his thumb stroked along your cheekbone as if to ground you, but the kiss itself was anything but calm — it was consuming.

every breath was his, every sound muffled against the press of his lips. he kissed you like he was trying to drown out the memory of you smiling at someone else, like he needed to overwrite it with something stronger, louder, and undeniable.

when jaehyun finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. his forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged, but his hand still clamped on your thigh, thumb now drawing restless circles as though he couldn’t stop touching you.

“i swear,” he murmured, voice low and rough, vibrating against your lips, “if anyone ever tries to take your attention again, i’ll—”

his words broke off, the frustration spilling into a whine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed your skin, hot and damp, moving slowly toward the spot just beneath your jaw.

“i can’t stand it. you’re mine. mine, mine, mine…”

the repetition was muffled against your throat, more a plea than a threat. his teeth grazed you, just barely, and you felt the shiver race down your spine.

you closed your eyes, fingers sliding under his collar to stroke the warm skin at the nape of his neck. his muscles were taut, strung tight under your touch, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, even as your pulse raced.

“god, hyunie,” you breathed, lips curling. “you’re so hot when you’re like this. you know that?”

a low groan rumbled from him, muffled against your skin. he nipped lightly at your neck, then pulled back just enough to look at you again. his eyes were darker now, his lips parted and swollen from the kiss, his cheeks faintly flushed.

he was every shade of hot and cute at once, and you felt your stomach twist with warmth.

“say it again,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

and you knew he wouldn’t stop asking — not until every last inch of him was sure you belonged to him alone.