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dixons-sunshine · 15 days

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hii, i just saw a post with a few daryl headcanons, and one of them were about how attentive he would be his partner in general (like her mannerisms or habits), and i think he would really pay attention to some really specific things about her and everyone including reader would be like ¿¿¿¿¿, 😂so i was just thinking if maybe you could write something about that? i love your writtings!!

Observe | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl Dixon is an extremely observant guy. He notices things that people normally wouldn't pick up on. That didn't change when the two of you got together. In fact, it increased by a tenfold.

Or, four different scenarios where the archer shows he knows more about you than you think.

Genre: Fluff, smut.

Era: Prison, season 4; Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, oral (f receiving), mentions of unprotected p in v.

Word count: 1.8k.

A/n: I'm so close to being done with a young!Daryl fic, but my mind is struggling to work towards the ending, so I wrote this instead. By the way, I suck at writing smut, so I'm so sorry if it's bad. However, I hope you like this!

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“Zach, please, I beg of you, just shut up,” you laughed, settling back against the passenger seat of the car with your legs propped up on the dashboard.

The eighteen year old laughed at you, propping his head up against your seat. “Come on, one more.”

“Zach, don't,” you warned him, sending him a mocking glare.

Daryl watched the interaction in amusement. The run the three of you had gone on went relatively smoothly, and the teenager had taken it upon himself to celebrate the victory by reading jokes from a book he had found, albeit they were rather terrible. However, even he had to admit that the horribleness of the jokes made them rather funny, and Zach used that to his advantage.

“What did one toilet say to the other?” Zach asked, laughing at the joke from his book.

“Zach—” you started warningly, but Zach cut you off.

“You appear to be a bit flushed!” Zach finished, laughing loudly at the lame joke.

You let out an audible groan, rolling your eyes at him. However, Daryl could instantly tell that you did find the joke rather funny. The subtle changes in your facial expression gave it all away.

“That was terrible,” you told him with a shake of your head, folding your arms over your chest.

“You thought it was funny, though,” Zach pointed out, flipping to the next page in the book.

“Do you see me laughing?”

“Nah, but tha' ain't necessary,” Daryl piped in, talking for the first time since Zach had started his onslaught of terrible jokes. “Ya did find it funny. Yer nose slightly scrunches when ya think somethin' is amusin'. And yer eyes crinkle at the corners, too. Plus ya mouth slightly twitches up into a smile before disappearin'.”

The car got immensely silent after that. The only sound that could be heard was the rumble of the engine as the car descended back towards the prison. You were staring at Daryl in surprise, but he could see the way your mouth slightly twitched up into a small smile. It made Daryl's face heat up, and he ducked his head.

“Well,” Zach started, clearing his throat and shutting the book again. “Aren't you just an observant lover, Daryl?”

“Shut up, kid,” Daryl mumbled, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

“No, it's cute! Who would've thought that a guy like you would pick up on something like that? You know, Beth—”

As Zach yammered on, Daryl's eyes drifted back to you. You were holding your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them, but your head was turned towards him. You were staring at him with a lovesick smile, and he felt his heart start pounding against his ribcage. He wished that he could just reach out and hold one of your hands in his own. However, he wasn't big on public displays of affection, and Zach would tease him relentlessly if he did so in the teenager's presence, so he opted instead to send you a small smile.

Luckily, later that night when you were both on watch duty, he could hold you in his arms to his heart's content.

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“I'm telling you, that Spencer guy is such a fucking jerk,” you started, walking into your Alexandrian home with Daryl, Michonne and Rick hot om your tail.

Rick nodded in agreement. “Yeah. He is a real asshole. I don't know how the people here put up with him.”

Michonne practically flopped herself down on the couch, kicking off her boots that came clad with the constable uniform. “He's Deanna's son. He's practically royalty here. That means he's untouchable.”

Rick was eyeing the loveseat couch, ready to fall down and just relax, but Daryl's hand gripping his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Rick sent the archer a confused look, but Daryl wasn't even watching the former sherrif—he was watching you. Rick followed his gaze and saw you sit on the couch, bringing your legs up to rest on the plush seat. You leaned your back against the back of the couch as you listened to Michonne talk about her day, adding your own comments every now and again.

“She's been doin' tha' everyday since we got here,” Daryl offered a quiet explanation when Rick sent him another look. “She rarely sits on any couch 'sides tha' one. Tha's her favourite spot.”

“Did she tell you that?” Rick asked, glancing in your direction.

“Nah,” Daryl replied, shaking his head. “I can see it on her face every time she has to sit on any other couch. She prefers the loveseat.”

Rick sent the archer a teasing smile, lightly patting him on the shoulder. “I didn't even notice that. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you did, though. When you're not hunting or going on runs, you're watching her. It's really cute.”

Daryl scoffed and shrugged the man's hand from his shoulder. “I dun' always watch her. S'jus' somethin' I picked up on. Ain't gotta read into it or anythin'.”

“You don't need to be ashamed of admitting you know little things about the person you love, Daryl,” Rick assured him, giving him another light pat on the back. “Knowing things like that just shows that you care.”

Daryl looked back over at you again, your melodic laughter filling the air when Michonne said something funny. Daryl could feel his heart swell with love, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Rick chuckled and nudged Daryl. “C'mon, you lovestruck fool. Let's relax.”

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Daryl walked back into the community, a slight skip in his step, something extremely uncommon for the otherwise serious archer. He had a string of rabbits over his shoulder, and he couldn't wait to skin them and make some stew with them for you. From all of the animals he's ever brought back from his hunts, he had noticed that you seemed to have a huge liking for rabbit. Today he had managed to find a few rabbits, and he intended to surprise you.

When he got to the porch of the house, he sat down in his usual spot and began the skinning process. His hands made quick work of skinning his kills, and in no time at all, he was done. When he was sure that he had cleaned up the blood to ensure that Carol didn't bite his head off again for messing up the porch, he made his way inside and into the kitchen.

However, Daryl stopped in his tracks when he saw you already in the kitchen.

Perking up when you saw your partner, you sent him a smile. “Hey, Dar! You're back.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, uh... Wasn't much to find out there 'cept, uh, rabbit.”

Daryl's lips twitched up into a small smile when he saw how you visibly perked up at the mere mention of something you enjoyed. He admired the way a smile lit up your face, your eyes crinkling slightly.

“Rabbit?”

“Yeah,” Daryl confirmed, holding up the skinned animal. “Wanted to surprise ya with some rabbit stew. S'why I came home earlier. But yer already home and stuff, so tha' kinda fell through the rug.”

You stepped forward and embraced the man in a hug, and Daryl returned it after a few moments, careful to keep the meat away from you. He felt the way you nuzzled your face against his chest, and he smiled.

“It doesn't matter. Thank you anyways,” you told him, withdrawing from the hug. “How about you bring that and we'll make some rabbit stew together?”

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh'. Sounds like a good plan to me.”

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“Daryl, oh my god!” Your moans filled the room, your back arching off the bed as you tightly gripped onto Daryl's hair.

Daryl hummed against your core as his tongue licked another stripe from your clit down to your entrance, matching the pace of his fingers that were thrusting into you. His mouth latched onto your clit and started sucking, successfully coaxing moans from you that were downright sinful. Your grip on his hair tightened as you practically shoved his head deeper against you.

After a few moments, your grip on his hair loosened. You instead opted to grip onto the sheets beneath you, your hands clenching into fists before unclenching again, the only sounds from you being garbled words that Daryl couldn't understand and high-pitched moans. Daryl smirked against your pussy, and started speeding up the pace.

Daryl knew those signs meant that you were close to unraveling. Whether he was eating you out like a starved man or he was stuffed deep inside of you, it didn't matter. You always did that when the coil in your stomach was close to snapping. It's something that didn't even register in your mind, the haze of pleasure evaporating any and all thoughts from your head.

Not too long after, you finally came undone. Daryl didn't ease up, licking up every drop that came gushing from your core. When he was done, he lifted his head, and you could see the way your slick was dripping from his face. You couldn't see the blues of his eyes anymore, his pupils blown wide with lust.

Daryl clambered upwards and caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned at the taste of you in his mouth and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails lightly digging into his skin. Daryl smirked against your lips, before pulling away and gazing into your eyes.

“Think ya can handle another one, sunshine?”

You didn't give him a verbal response, but Daryl didn't need one. The way you licked your lips and tightened your hold against him was enough. He leaned down for another quick kiss before quickly making work of removing his pants, not missing the way your eyes followed his hands as they freed his cock from his jeans. He also didn't miss the way you swallowed deeply.

“Dun' worry, peach,” Daryl voiced, finally removing his jeans and rejoining you on the bed again. “I know what ya need. I can see it.”

Yeah, it was safe to say that Daryl Dixon was the most observant guy ever.

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wanderingelvis · 9 months

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I love your whole dynamic with innocent reader and elvis, so I had this idea and was wondering if you found it inspiring and wanted to write something on it, only if you want to, I'll love whatever you write even if it's not this haha <3 But because the Memphis mafia knows that Elvis cares about reader a lot and knows Elvis likes it when the mafia distances themselves from reader maybe when they invite a friend whose not familiar with the terms that come with being around Elvis and reader to Graceland the friend oversteps one of the boundaries that Elvis usually has set for the mafia. It could be anything like maybe the guy hurts reader's feelings or makes her uncomfortable, or is too nice to her for Elvis' liking, etc!

LOVE this, thank you so much! 🧚 Masterlist 🧚 Word Count: 2,790

Pairings: 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: Attempted se*ual assault, mild mentions of violence, cursing, possessiveness, isolation of reader

Of course Elvis wanted you to be happy, he wasn't a monster, but he drew the line at your happiness coming from another man. If this made him selfish then so be it, he could live with himself being selfish if it meant he was the only source of your happiness.

But this meant there were guidelines for the Mafia, so to speak. He'd had a word with Jerry, who Elvis deemed to be the most understanding of the group, to pass on the message and make it known that whilst no-one should ignore you, you certainly shouldn't be entertained by anyone but Elvis.

Naturally, being the sweet and somewhat dumb little thing you were, you had no idea that there was this unspoken rule in place. You simply thought the Mafia weren't very fond of you so you liked to stay right by Elvis' side, just where he wanted you to be.

You'd actually voiced your concerns to Elvis, expressing to him how you felt a bit nervous in a group with all of them but Elvis would always softly assure you that, "Of course they like ya honey, who wouldn't?". But you were still never quite convinced.

So when all the Mafia and their partners were over at Graceland for a summer cookout, and Charlie Hodge had brought his friend Jonny for the first time, you were absolutely determined to make a good impression and try and make a friend out of him.

You and Elvis both loved cookouts, you enjoyed hosting and Elvis would always praise you for being his "pretty lil' hostess" and making sure no-one ever had an empty drink. "Elvis, Y/N, this is my friend Jonny, he actually flew in from Texas this mornin', the son-of-a-bitch basically begged me to bring him here!" Charlie joked, the cursing making you flinch a little.

You didn't like it when people cursed. For you, cursing was just a sign of aggression that you'd only experienced as a little girl from your father after he'd had maybe one too many whisky's. Elvis knew about how cursing had become a bit of a trigger point for you, he'd promised to never curse at, or around you.

"Well..." Jonny chuckled with his face growing beet-red at Charlie exposing his desperation to come to Graceland. "Wasn't quite like that was it, Char?" Jonny stammered uncomfortably.

Elvis, always being the best host, eased Jonny's embarrassment, offering him his hand to shake as he introduced the two of you and welcomed Jonny to the cookout. You squeaked hello, giving Jonny a cute little wave you held Elvis' hand with your other hand.

The cookout was going brilliantly, and of course it would, with Elvis cooking and you making sure everyone's drinks were full, the afternoon was always perfect.

Once you were satisfied that everyone had been accommodated, you dashed back into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare the next jug of homemade lemonade for your guests.

"Need a hand?" A low voice asked, making you jump and giggle as you saw Jonny in the doorway to the kitchen.

You offered the man a beaming smile, eager to not have another member of the Mafia become hostile to you. "Oh! Um, it's okay, but thank you! That's real kind of ya, sometimes it's a bit crazy but, um, I think everythin' is under control really! D'ya want another drink or somethin'?" You offered sweetly.

"I'm okay love, y'know, Elvis sure is one lucky fella to have you as his girl." He admitted, making you blush at the sudden compliment.

"Oh well, I don't know about that, I think I'm real lucky to be with Elvis. He's so talented and kind and all, and I'm just-" You paused, chewing on your lip. "Well, I'm just me, s'pose."

Jonny could tell that you were a shy, insecure and innocent little thing, in fact, anyone who met you could see that in you. You couldn't read social cues as well as others, even now, it was going right over your pretty head that Jonny was trying to pursue you and had less than favourable intentions towards you.

"Well, I think 'just you' is quite alright doll. Hell, more than alright, even Charlie was sayin' in the car on the ride up here about how beautiful and sweet you are and he sure as hell weren't lyin'." Jonny said, making you blush a little as he walked towards you as you stood by the counter.

A soft giggle left your lips at his words. You thought he was being awful silly, Charlie barely spoke to you. "But Charlie doesn't even speak to me!" You giggled. "He wouldn't say that!"

Jonny looked down fondly at you. He'd read things about you in the paper and heard multiple stories about you from Charlie and it was never really the King that Jonny had wanted to meet, no, it was you - the King's little princess.

You started to feel a little nervous at how close he was to you, but you tried to brush the feeling aside, figuring that he was just being friendly and oh boy, you really were desperate to get on Mafia's good side and have at least one 'guy friend' of the lot. And even if Jonny wasn't really in Elvis' circle, it was a good enough start you supposed.

"I'd say you were probably the most beautiful girl, I've ever laid eyes on." Jonny said, making your eyes widen at how forward he was being.

"Oh, um, gee, that sure is kind of you." You said softly, nerves bubbling up, no-one but Elvis spoke to you like this.

"And I sure don't wanna miss an opportunity like this, to be in the presence of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and not even try n'get a kiss outta it." Jonny muttered lowly, wrapping his big arms around you, locking you into him as your heart rate picked up and panic quickly set in.

"No, no, I don't wanna give you kisses, no I don't kiss no-one, just Elvis, no." You stammered, suddenly very frightened as you tried to wiggle away in his hold.

Your breathing quickened as your tears began to fill your eyes. "Oh honey, it's just a kiss, you're really gon' deny me one lil' kiss?" Jonny chastised.

You gasped in shock and immediately jolted away as he leaned in towards you, attempting to kiss you as you began to wrestle and thrash in his grasp, desperate to get away from him. Still, it was useless, he had a tight grip on you.

You didn't know what else to do but elbow him as hard as you could, causing him to cough loudly and stumble backwards, letting you go as he held a hand up to his torso where your elbow had hit him. You couldn't help but feel bad, even though you knew it was the only thing you could do, you just panicked, the interaction scaring you so much.

Suddenly, Jonny's demeanour wasn't as friendly and affectionate as it had previously been, his eyes dark as he spat on the floor in front of you, a scowl on his face. "You little bitch." He spat, making you flinch, before turning his back on you and exiting the kitchen without giving you another look.

You exhaled in relief as he disappeared as the tears began to roll. There were so many emotions travelling through your mind. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen, covering your face and letting out the soft sobs before you decided you needed to gather your composure.

There was no way you'd go back to the party, not yet anyway. No, you decided you were going to stay put and try and stay as composed as you possibly could. Everyone always looked forward to a cookout and you didn't want to upset anyone by ruining it, even if it wasn't you that had spoiled everything.

For the next half an hour or so you kept yourself preoccupied with little tasks, from polishing some silverware that you were going to use for dessert later on to organising flowers that you'd picked in the morning.

"Hey there baby, where ya been gone? Yer missin' the food little one." Elvis said, sauntering into the kitchen, a tone of concern in his voice, you'd not appeared in the garden for quite some time which was unlike you, you loved being in the garden and the sun for the cookouts, chatting to all the other women about all sorts of things and standing by Elvis has he cooked the meat, making sure you were doing your best to help by offering to pass him any utensil he needed, just like the good girl that you were. "You okay, honey?" Elvis checked.

"M'okay..." You said softly, focusing your attention on the flowers you were putting into a vase, flowers that you thought were awful pretty lookin'.

Elvis studied your face as he realised you were avoiding eye contact and trying to distract yourself from something with your pretty flowers.

Elvis sighed a heavy sigh before you felt yourself being spin to face him, as he then picked you up from under your armpits and sat on the counter, right next to your flowers and opposite Elvis.

Naturally, it was no secret that there was a size difference between you and Elvis and he'd always been able to overpower you and man handle you and in truth, you didn't really mind. No, you didn't really mind when Elvis would just suddenly pick you up and place you in his lap, or pick you up and spin you around after a show, you just felt looked after but on occasions like this, you did wish that he wasn't able to play with you like a rag doll.

"Now, baby, you know I can't help you feel all good n'better if ya don't tell me what's botherin' you, dontchu?" Elvis cooed, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up so that you could look at him.

You gulped a little, nervous when you were put on the spot like this, but you nodded compliantly, of course Elvis was right, he was always right.

"Shall we try that again then hm?" Elvis asked and you nodded once more, your eyes becoming ever so glassy with little tears threatening to trickle. "What's got my little love all quiet and sad?"

You opened your pink, plump lips but a heavy lump in your throat sabotaged you, leaving you unable to voice what had just happened to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried again, Elvis gently rubbing your arm, his concern growing as he watched your state become more and more fragile.

"Y'know Charlie's friend, um, J-Jonny?" You feebly said, you voice barely louder than a whisper. Elvis simply hummed in response, letting you continue. "He um, h-he, well, he was bein' real' friendly see, and, u-um, well I was chattin' to him and then he tried t'kiss me, and, and, I promise I wasn't tryna be a flirt, I p-promise," Your voice cracked at your words, your fear that Elvis would somehow think that you were leading Jonny on, but Elvis knew you were telling the truth the moment the words left your lips.

See, Elvis knew what a good girl you were, you wouldn't hurt a fly nor would you dare lie to him, the only time you'd lied to Elvis was for his birthday when he correctly guessed the present that you were getting him was his favourite cologne. You lied and told him he was wrong to keep up the surprise but the guilt of lying to Elvis wracked through you which you'd eventually told Elvis, and you'd even asked him to drop you off at Confession as you just felt so bad for the white lie you told.

So there was no doubt in Elvis' mind that the little thing that was all sniffly and shy in front of him, would even think about flirting with any other man. He did however believe the idea that a man that was unfamiliar with the guidelines Elvis had set out regarding you, finding you irresistible and vulnerable enough to try and take advantage of you.

"Ssh, baby, it's okay, I know you were just bein' polite honey, dontchu worry about that." Elvis hushed, tracing his fingers along your hairline, trying to soothe you and trying to be as gentle with you as possible, even if there was a hell of a lot of anger bubbling up inside him.

He watched as you visibly seemed to relax a little at his reassurance, but the ordeal had clearly overwhelmed and scared you.

"Can you tell me what Jonny did to you, baby?" Elvis asked you as you nodded your head shakily, using the sleeve of your top to wipe away stray tears, something Elvis would've scolded you for if it were any other occasion.

"H-He, um, he tried to um, to kiss me Elvis, and I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't, he wouldn't let me go and I elbowed him, and I f-feel, I feel real bad about it because I didn't wanna hurt him, I promise Elvis, I r-really promise but um, it was just so s-scary, I just got scared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't wanna kiss him, I only kiss you." You cried softly and oh, how Elvis' heart broke.

He blamed himself, he should've known better than to let a stranger into your home together.

"Then, um he, he called me the 'b-word', I don't wanna say it, but you know the one-" You stopped speaking when Elvis nodded, understanding exactly what you were saying. "And then he left and I was just, I guess I just got scared he was gonna tell you I hurt him and I didn't mean to, and I just got upset, I just wanted to make a good impression and make friends with him." You let out a wobbly sigh, exhausted by what had happened. "I just wanted to make friends, m'sorry, it was just the first time one of the guys seemed to like me and I s'pose I just misunderstood." You trailed off, so sad that your attempt at making friends with a guy had backfired so much.

"Oh dolly, you didn't know any better, did you?" Elvis cooed as he looked down on you. You were a teary albeit beautiful sight to behold. You shook your head in agreement. "He clearly had bad intentions baby, just tryna' take advantage of my little girl."

"I don't think I should have man friends no more." You said gently. "I just wanted some more friends, but I think I should only have girlfriends, I don't wanna be friends with no more guys no more I don't think." You said softly, babbling your thoughts out loud, but it was music to Elvis' ears hearing you believe you shouldn't be surrounded by any men other than him.

"I think that's a very good idea little one." Elvis agreed, cupping your face in his large hands. "I ain't ever gon' let you be in a situation like that again, never." Elvis promised you, his tone so, so serious.

"Now, I don't think you're in any fit state to be entertainin' sweetheart, and I ain't exactly in the best o'spirits right now, so you're gon' head on upstairs f'me, get undressed and get the bathtub goin', I'm gon' tell all of them outside that party's over, they all gotta go, then I'm gon' come find you and give you a bath and then we're gon' go to the Jungle Room and watch whatever you wanna watch on the television set, okay? Just us." Elvis said and you nodded, certainly liking that idea far more than going outside and being faced with Jonny again, although you did feel bad for ruining the cookout, even if Elvis would later assure you that it was not your fault in the slightest.

Elvis pressed a kiss atop your head before allowing you to jump down from the counter, doing as you were told after cuddling Elvis and running upstairs to yours and Elvis' room.

As the tub was getting full with water, you couldn't help but peek out of the curtains, watching as each of the guests departed.

The last guests to leave were Charlie and Jonny and even though they were in the car and a little hard to see, you could've sworn Jonny was driving away with a busted lip and black eye. But when you asked Elvis about it nervously, he reminded you that you'd had a very overwhelming day and you weren't thinking straight and you nodded, realising that he was probably right.

Elvis was always right.

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jlepixie · 10 months

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╰ ୨ Kuroo with a shy s/o ୧ ╯

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everyone was wondering how a cocky person like Kuroo could get a reserved person. when the team heard that he got himself a partner, they all made this image of an outgoing person with a shining personality. in that moment, when Kuroo introduced you to the others, a shock expression was present on their faces. they even got the chance to see a soft Kuroo, always asking "are you feeling ok?" or "is this too much? when you want to go, let me know". the team never saw him smiling that sweetly, he always had a cocky smile on him, but whenever he looked on your way, his face relaxed, you could see the smile, the happiness in his eyes. it was unbelievable. when Kuroo was getting the chance, he would run to you and give you a small pat on your head, or a quick kiss on your cheeks. Kuroo couldn't stop talking about how much he likes you, and all the things he loves about you, with the boys in the lockers. "did you saw how soft her hair is?" " her voice is so sweet" "oh man, and her way she talks about her favourite things" this moments were a bit annoying for them, but oh well what can you do when you are in love.

╰ ୨ Oikawa with a shy s/o ୧ ╯

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the first time Oikawa met you, he tried his usual pickup lines, but with no success. when he saw that you looked more scared than mesmerised, he got concerned that his looks are fading away. thinking too much into it, he got a little obsession, at first Oikawa wanted to make you like him but after actually getting to know you, he wanted you to see how in love he is. those thoughts came with a lot of actions of demonstrating that he wants you for who you are and that he can act like a normal, not famous person. holding your hand for the first time was something he could not forget. the way you reached quietly for his hand, and the way your soft skin touched his, gave butterflies to him. something he could not believe he would get. you could see that he truly cares, he stopped flirting with girls, and he even stayed with you at home when you didn't wanted to go to a party. usually Oikawa tries to make you laugh with silly little jokes. even his compliments are heartwarming "you are so warm, I could feel like in a hug when we are just holding hands" "I saw baby duck today and it reminded me how cute you are". Oikawa started keeping your favourite snack in his bag, for every chance he sees you. getting flowers for every time coming to get you on a date. Oikawa would stop talking with the team about you that much, he believes that those details are meant to be only for him. not sharing too much about him either so that the fans would know less.

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space-matt · 18 days

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Jokes in life - death

chris.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: One joke too many could cost the life of someone…maybe.

request: yes -> anon

cw: use of y/n, fake chocking, fake death, swear

author's note: after a long time I'm back with a small part that I managed to write between commitments. I hope you can enjoy it all the same. Tell me your opinions! ♡

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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''Oh for your information it's not true,'' you say, pointing your finger at Chris's chest as you walk the streets of your neighborhood with your favorite ice cream.

Almost every night you ended up heading to your hiding place, the roof of a building abounding along the end of two streets further on. But this one, in particular, you just wanted to walk and look around.

''So it's not true that you went out with Mike the other day?'' Chris asks stopping in place to see how your expression changed from calm to surprise ''Yeah we went out but only because we're lab partners, that's all Chris'' you reply continuing to eat the ice cream from the cone that was melting in the meantime.

''The fact is it's not that I don't trust you but-'' in the middle of the sentence you start coughing but Chris continues to blink not caring about the noise coming from his beside.

‘'C-Chris'' you pronounce with difficulty and only at that moment the boy realize that you are choking ''OH JESUS'' he exclaims starting to pat you on the back but it seems to have no effect

< Stay calm Chris > you hear pronounced from his panicked mouth, and only then do you decide to end your charade.

'' Gotchaaaa'' you exclaim laughing as you see his bewildered face '' Are you fucking kidding me y/n?! It's not fucking funny, at all'' he says waving his arms and shaking his head.

From this episode, you have inaugurated the session of jokes for years, from the obvious to the serious ones.

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Chris had been meticulously planning the ultimate prank for weeks, determined to pull off the prank of the year.

He wanted to recreate a home invasion robbery, a prank that was both extreme and daring but would undoubtedly earn him the top spot on the leaderboard.

As it stood, he was currently in first place, followed by Matt, Chris, and finally Nick.

Chris spent hours preparing for the prank, carefully plotting every detail to ensure its success. He knocked over chairs and moved furniture, creating a mess that would make it look like a real break-in had occurred.

With everything in place, all he had to do was pretend to be hurt to make the prank look authentic.

As he made his way upstairs to Nick's room, he remembered the fake blood that Nick had used for his Halloween costume and decided to use it to add to the realism of the prank.

You, on the other hand, were at the supermarket with Matt and Nick, picking up the necessary items for their next video titled < Let's Try the Odd Pairings > As you walked through the aisles, you noticed a Reese's bunny on the shelf and thought it would be a nice treat for Chris.

You picked it up and added it to the cart, continuing to gather the other ingredients needed for the video.

As you pulled your car into the driveway, you noticed something strange. The front door of your house was slightly ajar.

You quickly parked the car and grabbed your grocery bags, approaching the door with a sense of unease. As you got closer, you could see that the door was open just enough to let someone slip inside.

With confusion etched on your face, you cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside. That's when you saw it - the house was in a state of utter chaos. Furniture was overturned, drawers were pulled out, and things were scattered everywhere.

Your mind immediately went to Chris. You called out his name ‘’Chriss..?’’ your voice trembling with fear. As you searched each room, your panic grew.

There was no sign of Chris anywhere. Your heart racing, you finally entered his bedroom, where you found him lying on the floor, his eyes closed and a red spot on his chest.

‘’CHRIS’’ You rushed to his side, shaking him and calling out his name, but he didn't respond. You started to panic ‘’GUYSS CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW!!!' you shouted to get the attention of the other two, who were rightly part of the prank and knew full well what was going on.

Chris was doing nothing but holding back his laughter, and being as calm as possible to get completely into the part

''Oh my god what have they done to you? Oh god I can't lose you, what am I going to do without you? I didn't even have the guts to tell you how much I've liked you since we were kids, how safe you make me feel and how much I love your dimple when you smile'' you say all in desperation as salty tears roll down your face

''WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS? WE NEED HELP!'' You scream starting a real hysterical cry, only at that moment do Nick and Matt enter, who seeing you in this state decide to put an end to the joke, realizing that this has gone a bit too far

''C'mon Chris get up'' exclaims Matt coming towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder noticing your trembling.

You find yourself in a state of confusion as your vision remains hazy, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Chris has opened his eyes and is staring at you. You rub your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and whisper, ''...what?''

Chris, sensing your disorientation, informs you that it was all a prank. He pulls you in for a hug, but you push him away, still reeling from the shock of the experience ’’It's a fucking joke, what's wrong with you idiot’’ you express your anger and frustration 'I thought something bad happened to you and the stain-'' you say feeling more tears streaming down your face pointing on his chest ''-you went too far’’ You explain that his prank had triggered your anxiety.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you feel a wave of emotions wash over you. You feel overwhelmed and suffocated, and the only thing you can think of doing is hiding in the bathroom.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, hoping to find some solace within its walls.

Once inside, you lean against the sink and let out a deep sigh. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you know you won't be able to hold them back for long.

You rest your hands on the sink and let the tears flow freely, trying to release all the pent-up emotions that have been building inside you.

As you cry, memories of the past come flooding back to you, making you feel even more vulnerable and exposed. You can't help but think about the people you have lost in your life, and the thought of losing someone else fills you with dread.

You find yourself caught in a vicious cycle of bad thoughts, unable to break free.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, ''Y/n can I come in?'' Chris asks from behind the door. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to let anyone in, but the sound of his voice is enough to break through your walls. ''I don't want to see you'' you say try to compose yourself, wiping away the tears from your face.

''Please'' Chris pleads, his voice full of sadness and regret. You know he's crossed a line, but you also know that he cares about you deeply. With a heavy heart, you snap the lock so he can enter, preparing yourself for whatever comes next.

As he wraps his arms around you, you can feel his warm embrace, but you remain stiff at first. However, when his hands start caressing your back, you can't help but give in to the moment and relax. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his fingers trace gentle circles on your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair, his voice filled with remorse. "I shouldn't have pushed myself any further"

He pulls back slightly, looking deep into your eyes. You can see the concern etched on his face as he takes in your tear-stained cheeks.

After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up. "Don't ever do that again, please...I seriously thought the worst" Your voice is soft and shaky as you try to hold back more tears.

He takes a deep breath and continues "I swear, in fact, let's get rid of the prank contest...we're old enough for these things now. Are you in?" He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm in" you reply with a little smile. "They're not for me anymore" he can't help but smile back, and you’re feeling grateful for his understanding and support.

After feeling overwhelmed and needing to calm down, you took some time to freshen up in the bathroom. Once you were ready to rejoin the group, you found Chris waiting for you outside the bathroom, ready to change his soiled T-shirt.

You both made your way up the stairs and into the living room where you were pleasantly surprised to find that Matt and Nick had taken it upon themselves to clean up the mess that had been created earlier.

As you settled into the comfortable surroundings of the living room, Chris reached out and took your hand, leading you out to the balcony where the sun was setting. You both sat down on the footstools and with your legs resting on the coffee table, you looked out at the beautiful view.

After a few moments of silence, Chris spoke up, saying, "What a day" you couldn't help but chuckle at his remark and responded with "For me we can also eliminate"

Chris then turned to you and asked "So... what you told me before is true?" you played coy and asked "Which of the many things?" knowing exactly what he was referring to, he replied with a pointed, "You know what”.

It seems that Chris is highly perceptive when it comes to your body language, even when you try to hide things.

You may have believed that he never pays attention to you, but the reality is quite different. The two of you have had feelings for each other since you were young, yet you both seem to be oblivious to this fact.

Despite your attempts to conceal your emotions, it appears that Chris can sense what you’re feeling, and perhaps he feels the same way.

As you bask in the warmth of the sun, lost in your thoughts, you hear a familiar voice calling out to you. You turn to see him standing there, his hand waving in front of your face. "Y/n, are you there?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel a jolt of surprise at the sudden interruption, but quickly compose yourself and respond with a smile. "Yeah, sorry about that" you say, taking in his appearance, which seems even more striking than usual.

‘’It's true... but you don't have to feel sorry for me, even if you don't have the same feelings as me there's no problem at all, on the contrary, there are better girls than me and-‘’ as you begin to speak, he cuts you off with a gentle kiss on the lips.

At first, his lips feel firm against yours, but then they soften, and you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. In that moment, all your doubts and fears melt away, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of the kiss.

You feel a warm sense of contentment and happiness wash over you as the kiss comes to an end. Your heart races as you hear him whisper on your lips

"I've always liked you Y/n and couldn't wait to kiss you" your mind is filled with a flurry of emotions as he kisses you again, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment with him.

The softness of his lips against yours, the gentle touch of his hand on your cheek, and the warmth of his embrace all make you feel alive and loved.

You cherish this moment and hope that it's just the beginning of another journey together.

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To you who will be gone

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Warning : Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Tragedy, Betrayal

He's always been alone; that's just who he is. He doesn't need anyone; he never has. Saying that people fail to understand him, saying that his entire life is a facade, saying that he doesn't need love.

For 15 years, he's spun a web of lies; each one is like cancer. Each lie hurts him deeply.

Sometimes he wonders if it's worth it, and sometimes he thinks about stopping himself, running away from his life, and leaving everything behind.

"How about if I stop and drown myself in the river?"

But he never did that. Never.

He fondly recalls his time in the S.T.A.R.S. office, surrounded by his men, and all the beautiful things at that time. Their smiles greet him each morning, sharing coffee and laughter. Those were the days when every moment felt like spring.

But... S.T.A.R.S. is now gone. Every gesture he takes now feels agonizing as he betrays them, opting for a path of violence that severs the bonds he once shared with his men. His hands, now covered with their blood, serve as a constant reminder of his betrayal.

He knew that Chris hated him, Jill cursed his name for his betrayal, and perhaps Rebecca and Barry secretly wished for his death. He understood that his actions would inevitably lead to this. What did he expect?

He still recalls the last time he saw your face at the RPD, on a pleasant summer morning. Despite how happy you are that morning, joking with Chris and Joseph, talking about a new movie and music, and teasing Jill, Wesker feels sad. Something inside his heart broke him into pieces.

Everything seems unplaced and wrong. Empty. Alone.

"How could I do this to everyone here? They're all my friends, aren't they?" He thought to himself.

"But... friends did not stay longer; they could leave you." He continued, trying to make everything better from his point of view.

He always hates summer, and he confided this to Birkin, and the summer of 1998 was the peak of his dislike.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the reason behind his hatred—perhaps the heat was frying his brain, or maybe he was just overwhelmed by thoughts of his mission.

Time flies, and days pass. Every time he glances at the calendar, a frown is painted on his forehead, and his lower lip is caught between his teeth as he lets out a frustrated sigh. What happened to him? What is the sudden feeling?

Despite his sunglasses shielding his blue eyes and expression, Enrico caught glimpses of Wesker's melancholy, and... in the silence, he would ask, "Is everything okay, Wesker?"

...curious probably worried.

And as an answer, Wesker would dismiss it with a giggle, assuring Enrico that he was fine and had nothing to worry about. Just like that, Enrico would forget, as if it never happened to his partner.

At the end of his shift, Wesker spotted you alone in the hallway, leaning against the wall. You seemed lost in thought, and Wesker couldn't read what was on your mind. Perhaps he didn't want to; cheering on his colleagues wasn't a priority.

With a stack of documents in hand, Wesker stood there awkwardly, like a fool, and didn't say anything or greet you.

You gazed at your phone and groaned, and it startled him, but as you glanced up at Wesker, the anger on your face softened into a calm expression. A smile curls on your lips. It's cute, to be honest. At least in Wesker's opinion.

"...evening, Wesker," you greeted.

Maybe you'd had a breakup, he thought, or perhaps you were disappointed about missing out on some Digimon merchandise at the toy store.

"You're still here?" he asked, moving closer to you.

"Yeah, Chris pulled a prank on Brad, and now his motorcycle's blown up somewhere because of his prank. He wants me to go pick him up. Useless."

"Oh!" Wesker chuckled. "I thought maybe you'd lost your Digimon merch," he teased, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Yet a tinge of sadness flickered in his eyes.

"I've given up on that merch. It's too hard to find. But, damn, I still want it so badly! Maybe... I'll get to touch it at least once before I die."

Wesker's smile faltered. "Why do you say that?"

"Well... considering our line of work, I'm not sure I'll make it to old age," you replied. "Maybe I'll meet my end by the end of '98—caught in an explosion."

Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts, and after you mentioned the explosion, a voice inside his head pleaded. "Please, just run from me."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll make it to old age. I can imagine you with a family, maybe even grandchildren, someday. I'll be there to lend a hand," he said with a chuckle, his voice tinged with warmth. "But I do wonder what I'll look like in 30 years."

You laughed and playfully punched his arm. "You'll probably look the same, Wesker. I mean, just look at you. When I first saw you, I thought you were the same age as Brad. I often wonder what your skincare routine is like. But knowing you, you'd probably just say it's just a moisturizer."

He smiled. "Oh, I'm definitely aging. Maybe you just haven't seen me up close. I've got wrinkles too, like Barry."

"Oh, yeah, you're right. But you are aging slower; I've always known that!"

As both of you laughed, Wesker caught a glimpse of rosy cheeks on your face, prompting him to reflect on his actions. "How could I have done that to you? Should I..."

"Eh, Wesker, I overheard something during lunch," you said, your voice taking on a mysterious tone.

"What did you hear?" Wesker furrowed as he tightened his grip on his documents.

"Well, they're saying people are disappearing in the mountains, and some claim to have seen ghosts. I didn't catch all the details, but apparently this ghost is preying on humans. Cannibalism seems far-fetched, doesn't it?"

"Don't worry too much. It's probably just a rumor. But if it bothers you, you could discuss it with Enrico," he suggested, pausing. "Or perhaps with me?" His last words came out almost as a whisper.

Before you could respond, a phone call from Chris interrupted you, drawing your attention to run to the entrance.

That night remains etched in your memory—cold and chilling, your chest feels hurt and burnt. Chris cradled your bleeding body, rendering you unable to move or speak. Despite your efforts, opening your eyes proved to be a struggle. All you could do was listen.

Oh... Wesker is arguing with Chris.

"You've killed them with your dirty hands!" Chris' voice pierced the air.

"I think you're a bit confused. I've always been with Umbrella."

Suddenly, all your senses returned, flooding you with memories of what happened to Richard, Forest, Enrico, and everyone else.

You still remember that time. You were on the balcony, locked in an argument with Wesker, desperately trying to make sense of his betrayal.

He had been a Judas all along; his kindness, smiles, and everything is a facade.

"So, everything was a lie?" Forest's bleeding body startled you. "But why?"

"Don't point fingers at me," Wesker said, but it was devoid of warmth, colder than anything you'd ever heard from him.

You remembered how his laughter and smile used to fill the room with warmth, always making you laugh along, or how gentle he was.

He pointed his samurai edge at you, a smirk curling on his lips. "I'm sorry it had to come to this. You were the best subordinate. I didn't want to kill you. Perhaps I could have taken you away, run with the wind," he paused. "But I know that's not what you'd want."

Then he shot you right in the chest, sending you plummeting from the balcony to the ground below. As you fell, you caught a glimpse of Forest's lifeless body nearby, with Wesker standing at the edge. He seemed to say something, his lips moving in slow motion.

"Please, just run from me," he whispered, disappearing from your sight.

A/N : Hey there, sorry for my disappearance! I was planning to write another Wesker fanfic but got distracted by something. It's funny how that happens, right?

Btw, I'm writing this after listening to Sakayume by King Gnu and Confused Memories by Yuko Tsuburaya. You should check them out when you get the chance!

#wesker x reader #wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil wesker #resident evil x reader #angst #wesker angst #resident evil angst

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 10 months

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could you possibly do wes asking reader on an actual date after gaining a crush from reader from the fake dating :)?

sure, thank you for requesting!! ♡

MAKE IT REAL || WES HICKS X READER ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary: above

word count: 931

warnings: g!n reader, use of y/n (tried to keep it to a minimum) maybe an abrupt ending? idk I didn’t really know how to wrap it up sorry :((

y/n: sorry I’m late!!

y/n: I’ll be there in five minutes I promise

That was eleven minutes ago.

Wes sighs as he reads over the message for what feels like the thousandth time, each passing second only serving to make his shaky nerves even worse. Hell, he feels like the anticipation is going to kill him slowly - well, either that or he’s gonna throw up all over the table.

Wes really hopes it isn’t the latter.

When he’d asked you last night if you wanted to meet up at your usual diner - the one the two of you had frequented when discussing the ins and outs of your fake relationship, he thought he’d be fine. It was casual enough, right? He’d buy you your favourite milkshake and then tell you straight up how head over heels he was for you and hope that you wouldn’t laugh in his face. No, that was unfair, you were too damn kind and downright perfect to laugh at Wes like that, but his point still stands. The last thing he wants is to totally embarrass himself and make you uncomfortable in the process.

When you’d first asked him to be your fake boyfriend, he’d laughed in your face - quite literally. Because there was no way in hell you were being serious; fake dating was a trope reserved for shitty romcoms alone. But when he saw the look on your face and how much it would mean to you, Wes caved. And then he really fell.

Because how could he not, when you called him yours in front of all of your friends, an arm around his waist pulling him close? How could his heart not skip a beat when you’d run into his arms after class, your body pressed to his with your sweet scent leaving him completely reeling? And overtime, it became natural - second nature. He’d grab your hand in the hallway without even thinking about it, and the pet names slipped easily from his lips. It was easy to forget sometimes that everything was for show, that it was all a façade. But it was real to the rest of the world, and honestly? It felt more than real to Wes.

So it wasn’t long before you took over his mind completely, thoughts of your blinding smile and stupid jokes keeping him awake at night. It was pathetic really, how much you made Wes want. Want something real.

It was driving him crazy, and so, despite his better judgement, he was finally going to do something about it.

Just as he contemplates sending another text, the telltale chime of the bell above the door has him whipping his head around so fast that it’s a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash. You look beautiful as always, but that barely counts as a surprise anymore.

You don’t even need to look around for Wes, he notices, as you make you way to the booth the two of you always sit at.

“Hey, sorry I kept you waiting” you say sheepishly, sliding into the seat across from Wes. “Aw, you got my favourite!” You smile when you notices the tall milkshake on the table in front of you. “Here, I’ll pay you ba-

“Nah, I’ve got it, don’t worry about it.” Wes assures you as casually as he can muster. The anticipation is killing him, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait anymore.

“So, um, I actually asked you to come here for a reason.” He admits, gauging your expression for your reaction.

“Wait, so you don’t just want to hang out with me for the hell of it? Ouch.” You tease, and Wes can’t help but smile despite himself.

“You know what I meant. Anyway,” he begins again, “I wanted to talk to you about our… fake relationship.”

You immediately perk up. “You need me to be your partner for hire this time? I think I can work with that.”

Your positive reaction serves to give Wes that bit more confidence. “Not exactly. But you know, I really did have fun. Pretending to date you, I mean.”

“Me too.” You respond, a smile playing on your lips and an unmistakable warmth in your eyes.

“Good. I’m glad. So,” Wes says, drawing out the word as you take a long sip of your drink, “I was thinking that maybe we could do it again. But… for real, this time?”

You instantly look up, your expression unreadable even to Wes. He can’t stop now though, so he carries on speaking. “I wasn’t going to say anything because you’re my best friend and I don’t wanna make things awkward. But… I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. I’ve tried. But you just keep coming back.” Wes laughs, but it’s more out of nervousness that out of humour. “Point is, I really like you. A lot. So maybe, you know, if you feel the same way, we could try being more than just friends?”

You open your mouth to speak, but you close it again before you can. You’re silent for a painstakingly long few moments, and it’s driving Wes insane to the point that banging his head on the table would be less painful.

Finally, you speak.

“Really?” You breathe hesitantly, like you can hardly believe him. Like he’s the one out of your league.

“Yeah! I mean, if you want to, obviously.”

“Hell yeah I want to.” The grin on your face is blinding, and one that’s reflected by Wes completely.“I thought you’d never ask.”

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aettuddae · 7 months

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hole in one — chapter 45.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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when the door opened, everyone stood up quickly, expectant of what the results would be.

kazuha came out first from the office where the meeting had been held. her expression didn't say much, she looked at her partner and gave her a small smile, but it wasn't enough to draw any conclusions.

behind her, the professor. the group of people tried to hold him back and question him, but the man just said goodbye and left the place.

third, minhyuk's father, the lawyer, came out, smiling, and he opened his arms, inviting his son into a hug.

"really!?" yunjin squealed when she saw the professional's attitude.

just then, karina walked through the door, entering the hallway.

"guess who's still in ncu!" for every word her smile expanded wider and wider, she was so genuinely happy.

the girl started jumping up and down happily and her friends surrounded her to hug and congratulate her. they all held each other as a group.

"we thought you were going back to your hometown to sell fish on the beach." seungkwan dramatized.

"finally i'm going to be able to study in peace." minjeong began to cry.

"are you actually crying?" judged yizhuo.

"it was the most stressful week of my life." she let out almost voicelessly. "but now i'm going to be able to be the architect to your economist." she sank her face into her friend's neck.

"that's not even a thing." she played.

"see you didn't have to give up? you just needed a haru and a minhyuk's dad." joked yunjin. "and now you're going to stick with us forever and always." she kissed her forehead.

"if you came out of this, there's nothing that can get you, bestie." said the chinese girl as she pretended to get emotional.

the others went to thank minhyuk's father before he had to leave, and then they also approached the girl.

"congratulations, minecraft girl." minhyuk put his hand over karina's head. "now that you have a second chance, please don't piss no one off."

the younger girl laughed and with her finger she amusingly squeezed the side of minhyuk's stomach, causing him to fold over and pull away.

"thank you for asking your father to help me, i am always grateful." she walked over and gave the boy a hug.

"guys," juyeon walked towards both of them and joined in the token of affection, leaving the girl in the middle. "i love you, guys." she feigned the thrill.

"you don't even know me." reminded yu, laughing.

"after this, i feel like we lived seven lifetimes together."

"you can still be my classmate!" got excited giselle while approaching.

"you're right! we're going to graduate together!" they both held hands and started skipping around in circles.

"congratulations, jimin-ssi." declared haru from the side as she watched her friend and her mate celebrate.

"thanks to you, ssem. you helped me more than anyone." the blackhaired one stepped away from her acquaintance and took a few steps to the older girl.

"i'm glad i helped you."

haru laid her eyes on her with genuine tenderness and reassurance. surely because of how grateful she was to her, or because of how adorable she looked, jimin had a rush of desire to touch her, to hold her close. for a moment she didn't care if kazuha was right there, she wrapped her arms around the athlete, holding her tightly, securely, feeling her scent, laying her head comfortably against her.

kwon put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her back, and rested her cheek against jimin's.

"we still have to watch that movie, by the way." the golfer mentioned, breaking away a little so she could look at her face.

"oh, sure, exo." for a second, karina remained distracted in thought as she looked at the older woman's features. "tomorrow?"

"tomorrow." she agreed.

"guys." minhyuk called. "there's someone else we have to thank."

everyone turned their attention to kazuha, who stood by the office door waiting for haru.

"it's okay," she spoke. "you don't have to pretend you like me." she dismissed.

"great! bye! i'll wait for you guys in the parking lot." yunjin sarcastically proffered as she walked toward the stairs.

"yeah, i'm leaving too." ningning followed.

"no, but seriously," broke the silence seungkwan, once they walked away. "thank you for helping my friend."

"no matter what reasons you did it for, it was a good act." added minjeong. "congratulations on the first act of kindness you've ever done in your whole life." she gave a little clap.

"how funny you are, is clownery your degree?" replied the athlete mockingly, getting a grunt from winter.

"thank you, nakamura, now i like you 1% more." minhyuk took the word. "you only have 99% left to the top!"

"today, you finally proved that you do have a soul." continued eunseo.

kazuha raised her middle finger to them.

"thank you." this time, the voice belonged to jimin. "i will never forgive you, but thank you for today." she expressed honestly. "really."

the brunette nodded her head, accepting her words. then, she felt someone touch her waist and spun on her heels to meet her girlfriend. she slid her hands down her torso until she could join her hands together behind her back, and sheltered her face in her neck, nuzzling haru's neck and jaw with the tip of her nose.

"i'm proud of you." the older one murmured in the girl's ear and proceeded to hold her even closer to her body.

"shall we?" her best friend's voice distracted karina, who found herself staring at the couple.

her face showed reluctance at the scene of that embrace that was so different from the one she had received.

what she couldn't understand was the intense discomfort she felt inside her body when she saw the two of them sharing a kiss. it was as if someone was kicking her in the chest from the inside.

she was still mad at kazuha anyway, so she guessed that it made her uncomfortable to see someone as nice as haru with her.

yeah, that's what it was for sure.

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Succession Preference: Helping You Dye Your Hair

Requested: absolutely love love your succcession posts!! thanks for constantly feeding us fans (esp the shiv girlies out there) could i request the roy sibs with an s/o who’s constantly changing their hair color and one day their partner helps/joins them? - anon

A/N: I love the Shiv girlies, it makes me so happy knowing y'all like my writing!!! I love this!!! I've dyed my hair every single color and it was so fun, it made me feel like me. I still love dyeing it :) Pink was always my favorite lol. Anyways this idea is so cute! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor adores what you do with your hair. he's never been the adventurous type with his appearance. When he started going gray he just accepted it and moved on. He never thought of hair dye, not even in a fun way. The first time he saw you he couldn't believe hair could be that bright, that neon. It was of course the first thing he noticed about you, but certainly not the last. He's always coming up with nicknames for you around the color of your hair, too. When you ask him for help he's more than eager. He's never done anyone's hair, let alone his own, so you do need to walk him through it at first. Once he's got one side of your head done, he's confident he can do the rest without any hand holding. He ends up getting covered in the dye, his hands, his face, even some in his own hair, but he looks at you with such pride you can't help but compliment his best efforts.

Kendall thinks when you change your hair you're being cute. He looks forward to it every time you change it. He's always heard that hair dye and piercings and tattoos, any way of self-expression, is unprofessional, but you're far from it. Your hair can be blue, green, pink, etc. and it doesn't stop you from kicking ass in the board room. Logan has his own views, but he can't stop you, and Kendall doesn't want to. When you ask him to help for the first time he's nervous he's going to mess up. You laugh, explaining there's no way to mess it up when you're just painting your head. He's slow and careful, working ever so carefully. In the end it looks perfect. You thank him with a kiss and that makes him blush. He knows you can do a far better job, but you like when he does it. You enjoy the company.

Shiv has always been told, her whole entire life, never to touch her hair. Everyone compliments the color before anything else. She never minded, though she knows it annoys others. She's never felt the need to change her appearance in the way. She finds that cutting it is more satisfying than anything else. You, on the other hand, feel the need to change it monthly, sometimes even weekly. Shiv is an expert in everything somehow. When you ask for her help she looks like a professional, despite it being her first time. She loves when you change your hair, especially right before events and parties. The color is always bright and she can help you pick out certain outfits that really bring out the color. She's neat while she works, far neater than you've ever been. Not a drop touches any other surface besides your hair. You joke that she should quit her day job.

Roman calls you a troll doll from the moment he sees you. Once he gets to know you, there are of course more personal jokes at your expense. What else were you expecting? He secretly loves it. He never got the chance to learn how to express himself like that, he never wants to stand out from the crowd, too afraid of what will happen. You're not. You love the bright colors, it makes you feel more like you, and he loves you. When you ask him for help it's a bit of a disaster. For starters, he's adamant he won't get any on his white collared shirt. Stubborn as always, you can't force him to change. He gets it absolutely everywhere, all over himself, the bathroom, you, but he's pretty proud of his job. Despite the dye all over you, staining you, your hair-dyeing clothes, you look great. He doesn't need your thanks, he's on top of the world right now. He jokes he could do it professionally.

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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The day we met(Seeley Booth)

Paring: Seeley Booth x Montenegro!Reader

Summary: during one of the first Therapy session with Lance and Temperance, Seeley opens up and tells the story of how he met the love of his life.

A/n: based off an unfinished greys anatomy thing I wrote way back when. request are open for bones!

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“what about y/n?” Lance asked, breaking the silence. Temperance looked between the boys confused. Seeley shrugged but couldn't help but smile at the mention of her name.

“what about her?” Seeley asked. Temperance smiled and started to quickly talk with her hands. “Dr. Montenegro is great scientist and one of our closets friends”

Lance shook his head with a small smile, he looked over at Seeley and nodded towrds him. “your always talking about her, maybe just tell me how you guys met... It'll help break the ice I think.”

Seeley took breath a rubbed his hands together. He looked down then back up with a smile. “I first saw her at Royal Diner, she had just gotten the job at the jeffersonian with her sister Angela...”

“-She's a Forensic Entomologist like Hodgins” Temperance butted in, Seeley held his hands and looked at his partner. “you telling the story or am I?”He made sure not to make it sound harsh, he knew y/n was important to Her just like Angela was.

Temperance set back in the couch and crossed her legs. “I'm sorry...continue, I actually don't think I heard the full story”

Seeley nodded and continued with the story. Seeley smiled as he thought about the day he first saw her, it still gives him butterflies. “the day I saw her, we were knee deep in a case... I was tried, stressed, I don't know what I was hoping for... But the moment I saw her...”

he stoped, feeling like he was getting too sappy. He truly didn't care and would talk about you for hours, but it felt weird being this open.

“continue Booth” Lance said.

“that afternoon I was walking to the Diner to meet Bones... Then I saw her” Seeley smiled. “I don't know why- well I do know but... The point is I stopped when he saw her... literally stopped!” Seeley let out a small laugh, Lance smiled softly as his friend continued.

“She hadn't notice me yet due to her nose being stuck in a book... Nothing new” he joked, he loved she had a passion outside of work, even if you 'ignore' him because she's reading.

“when I saw her through that window I couldn't help but see all her perfections, every one of them... I said to myself "oh my God that's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen"”

Temperance laughed lovingly at that.

“I wanted to talk to her so bad, but I'd never went up to a total stranger unless it was for a case... I don't know why I was so nervous”

“but your very good at talking to women...” Temperance said confused. Seeley signaled her to wait. “she wasn't some woman... This is y/n were talking about” Seeley said.

“Anyway... I started pacing back and forth in front of the window trying think of what to say to her, she still hasn't notice me yet...ya know I can still remember the book she was reading”

“what was it?” Lance asked. “The Great Gastby”

Seeley continued with the story after that “So I went in... The bell dinged as I slowly walked in, She had her back to me and hadn't notice me yet” Seeley said “she couldn't see me, but she was right there... Right there!” he chuckled. “I stayed silent as got closer... She was in arms reach and I could tap her shoulder if I wanted too, but then I chickened out and walked pasted her.”

“I walked up to the breakfast counter and just casually admired her while she was reading... I noticed how she would slightly nibble on her bottom lip when she read or she had a different expression for an event in the book.” Seeley slowly started to space out as he thought more about her “I could see all her tattoos... And I'll tell ya tattoos have never looked so beautiful on a women.”

He looked up at Lance and continued to explain every step “so, I quickly ordered a coffee and looked around... I don't why, maybe I was waiting for Angela to pop and tell me to get lost. I don't really know”

“it's okay to say you were nervous” Lance smirked. Seeley rolled his eyes. “Anyway... So I finally decided to talk to her... You only live once right? So I went up to her and said...”

“exuse me” she looked up slowly and smiled.

“oh, hey” her voice was so soft and gentle.. She's so cute when she's shy.

“why would an amazing woman like you even talk to someone like me?”

“I said it so bluntly I think both us was surprise, I don't know who was more shocked... But she just chuckled and her cheeks started to heat up... It was so cute and she says... ”

“why not?” she replied.

“I laugh and looked down. "would you like to set down?" she offered to my releaf, I nodded and sat across from her.

“I'm y/n” she gave him a childish smirk and held our her hand. He placed his hand in hers and smiled. “Seeley Booth”

“nice to meet you... Your Temperance's friend right?” he nodded and smiled at her. “yup”

“I looked down and saw another book… i think it was called Crime Scene Intelligence, or something like that but-”

Temperance interrupted again with enthusiasm. “I've heard of that book and its Crime Scene Intelligence: An Experiment in Forensic Entomology.. Its by Albert Cruz”

Seeley sighed again but at the same time couldn't be mad, even if she was interrupting and correcting him it showed she was interested and cared enough to listen.

“Anyway…this got me thinking, especially when I saw a case file so I asked her”

“Are you in Forensics? Bug girl?” She looked at me and chuckled.

“Now I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did … but she didn’t seem to mind, so then she said…”

“Yeah..me and my brother-in-law are, I actual got a job with him”

“Wait, you got a job at Jeffersonian?” I asked, she shook her head yes

“Back then I couldn’t tell ya how or why I was so happy to hear that” Seely laughed as he laid back on the couch. “So, we talked some more…you know how shy she is when she first meets someone” Lance and Temperance both nodded. y/n was the type of person to be really shy and quiet when she first meets someone but when she gets used to you, she is so open, joyfull, and goofy.

“Well she wasn’t like that with me.. I don't really know why but she seemed so carefree when we had our first conversation”

Lance and temperance were still invested in the story, even temperance couldn’t bring herself to interrupt again. “So we continued talking for about 45 minutes and it felt great But a moment can't last forever. Y/n phone rang, cutting our conversation short. She stood up as, who I’m guessing was Angela telling her to come to the lab. She smiled at me and said…”

“I'm sorry I have to met my sister"

She smiled at him and said “it was nice to meet you Seeley, maybe I'll see you around” she shyly waved him goodbye and headed out the door.

“I remember just kinda sinking in my chair, feeling like I lost my chance, I didn't even get her number.” Seeley stopped then looked at his two friends like there was hope. “But then… looked down and saw her tattered Forensic Entomology book. She left it on the table. I looked out the window and saw she was at a bench packing her backpack up, so I quickly grabbed the book and headed out the door.”

“Then what happened?” Lance asked.

“Well, I went up to her and said…”

“hay” y/n looked up and smiled at the brown eyed agent. He awkwardly cleared his throat and handed her the book. “You left this” she sighed in relief. “oh, thanks” she put it in her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“I kinda regained some kinda confidence back and I asked her if she wanted to walk with me”

"You mind if I walk you to the lab? Busy city and all', we can pick up my car at the Bureau” he gave her a confident smile this time. She raised an eyebrow. "it's just down the street"

“I started to get nervous the way she looked at me..” Seeley said

"I'm head that way anyway" he argued. She playfully rolled her eyes and sighed.

“And she replied..”

“Why is it so Important? We're strangers.”

“So she let me walk her a couple of blocks, my car was at the Bureau so we picked it up, the drive was kinda silent …it was a good kinda silent, anyway after a while I couldn't take it anymore and i didnt know when i was gonna have another chance like this so i asked for her number”

"Can I have your number?" he asked suddenly. Y/n's eyes widened as she looked over to the driver's side. Both were surprised by the sudden question. She would have never believed a handsome man like himself would ask her out.

“I didn’t get an answer right away and I think rightly so, but it still made me nervous,” Seeley said. “Did she ever give you an answer that day?” Temperance asked.

“I'm getting there,” Seeley said. “So we got to the lab and I asked again, I was serious about it ya know and i think she started to realize that. Later on in our relationship she told me she thought it was a joke…she never had anyone interested in her before. I mean I call bullcrap on that…any guy would be lucky to have her,”

“So about that number?” he asked, she chuckled. “you could be some psycho killer for all I know”

Seeley let out a laugh. “there's always that possibility” he shrugged and gave a goofy smile. “come on y/n live a little”

“After I said that She smiled, I couldn't stop looking at her... She was so beautiful. She looked down at her Converse, she always does that when she’s nervous. Then she asked me…”

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

“cuz you're beautiful” she raised an eyebrow and let out a laugh. “wow” he gave her a questioning look. “what?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know flattery will get ya no where.” he nodded. “well how about I want to get to know you better”

“She sighed and thought about it for a bit and she said okay” Seeley smiled “then she took a post-it note from her bag and wrote her number and smiley face with its tongue sticking out.” he laughed, Temperance smiled when Seeley pulled out the famous sticky note out of his wallet.

“And the rest is history” Seeley smiled as he handed the post-it-note to Lance.

“She means a lot to you..” Lance smiled, seeley nodded with a smile. “She means everything… I’m gonna ask her to marry me…i just don't know how or when” Seeley said truthfully.

“You'll know when the time's right,” Lance said softly.

After the session Seeley left Lance's office and saw y/n talking with James Aubry and Caroline. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her laugh and smile with her friends, he felt so lucky to have her.

#Seeley Booth #Seeley Booth x reader #Bones imagines #Seeley Booth imagines #Agent Booth #BONES #Jeffersonian #Lance Sweets #Temperance Brennan #Lance Sweets x Seeley Booth #Bones TV show

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imagrindylow · 2 months

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Hi!! I really really enjoyed A Constant Reminder, and saw you take requests…. and Leander being jealous really got me thinking about how hot a truly jealous Leander would be. Can you write a one shot where Leander and female mc are married or just together and maybe female MC works at the ministry (not in the auror department) and Leander always sees her with her attractive male coworker (Ominis?) and one day just snaps and like …. Fucks her in a closet or smth

Yess! Thank you for this request, anon! Sorry it took a while for what it is, I restarted it once and there is a new season of Fortnite that may or may not be cutting into my writing time, but here it is and I hope you like it!!

Here & Now

Leander Prewett / f!MC

2.8k Words Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit content; jealousy, semi-public workplace sex. Summary: Leander gets very jealous when MC gets wrapped up in a mysterious work assignment with a coworker she's very close with, and as her fiancé, Leander must remind her who she belongs to.

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Having lunch with his fiancé at work was something that Leander Prewett looked forward to every day. It had been a routine ever since they each got a position within the Ministry of Magic, Leander in the Department of Magical Transportation in the Portkey office, and MC somewhere in the Department of Mysteries. Not yet living together, those thirty minutes a day together was precious, and amidst days full of paperwork and meetings, seeing MC’s face midday kept Leander going.

With MC being an Unspeakable, Leander knew that despite being her fiancé, he was simply not privy to most knowledge about her work day, and often had to accept things she told him at face value, which is what he had to do one day when MC popped into his office in the early afternoon to deliver him some less than stellar news.

“I can’t meet you for lunch today, Lee.” She said with a sigh leaning back against the closed door to his office, her arms folded in front of her chest, and a remorseful look on her face.

“Oh?” Leander asked, taking off his reading glasses, and rubbing his eyes, giving them a much needed break from going over an innumerable stack of requests for portkey creation. He looked across his small office at his fiancé with a soft look of concern on his face.

“My partner is working through lunch today on something and I don’t want to leave him hanging. We’re close to- well- we’re making good progress on something and we’d like to stay focused.” She explained.

Her partner. Blegh. Leander internally cringed while carefully keeping his expression neutral. No, he was her partner. She meant her work partner, Ominis Gaunt. This was a very important distinction.

Leander was very familiar with the fact that MC worked alongside their former classmate, and that Ominis and his fiancé had been very close friends during their Hogwarts days. Back then, it had pained Leander to see the girl of his dreams so close with other boys. Thinking rationally, Leander knew she was close with nearly all of their classmates. But rationality wasn’t always at the forefront of Leander’s persona. He’d been jealous. Terribly so, back in school.

When he and MC started dating towards the end of seventh year, that jealousy only faded somewhat, and even years later, engaged and happy together, that jealousy still reared its head occasionally… Namely the first time he saw his fiancé taking her tea break with Ominis.

Leander and MC coordinated their lunch times, but breaks at work were shorter and much more sporadically timed, and so they didn’t bother with planning to take them together. Seeing her by chance one day, laughing and joking with Ominis, made his stomach bubble and twist.

Why hadn’t she told me they were coworkers? The thought plagued Leander at the time, though in the back of his head, he knew the answer. She worked in the Department of Mysteries… Leander wasn’t supposed to know who else worked in the department. He was privileged to even know his own fiancé was an Unspeakable.

But that’s what jealousy did to Leander - made him turn on his own mind and heart, dwell anxiously. Learning that his fiancé would be skipping out on their daily lunch together to spend time with another man, made his palms sweat and his insides knot. But what kind of man would he be to complain about such a thing? He had absolutely no actual reason to believe MC would lie to him about anything, including her reason to call off their lunch date. If she said she had something important to work on with Ominis, then she did. He simply needed to remember that fact.

“I understand darling, I hope your lunch is productive then, and I’ll see you this evening when it’s time to leave.” Leander said, offering his fiancé a smile and a subtle nod.

His apparent understanding was a relief to MC. She looked forward to their afternoons together just as much as he did, and she hated to have to change up their plans, but sometimes work called. MC had always been one to take her assigned tasks very seriously, and occasionally that meant putting things she’d rather do instead, on the back burner.

“Thank you, Lee.” She said and crossed the small office towards him. She leaned over the front of his desk, a little grin curling her lips. Leander leaned forward to meet her half way, giving her a chaste kiss. “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.” She said, waving goodbye to him as she closed the door of his office and made her way to the lifts to head back to her department.

And thus it seemed a new routine had started. Whatever it was that MC was working on in the Department of Mysteries was taking up more and more of her time, resulting in more missed lunches with Leander and longer shifts as well. Given the nature of MC’s role as an Unspeakable, Leander couldn’t so much as drop by her office to check in on her or to surprise her with coffee during the day. He wouldn’t even know which of the twelve doors off the entrance chamber in her department even held her division.

The little heads up Leander had been getting from MC that she wouldn’t be joining him at lunch got replaced with apologies for not being there after the fact. A week without the reprieve of seeing MC’s face midday had Leander uptight and agitated through his work days, anxiety over the whole scenario tearing him up.

It wasn’t just that his fiancé was skipping out on their lunches, what precious little time they spent after work together was also being eaten up with MC’s longer hours cutting into that time as well. Leander understood that MC had a job to do, but the secrecy surrounding what was keeping her from him never got easier to manage. She was clearly stressed and tired and she couldn’t vent to him about it. But she could talk to Ominis, and that put a lump in Leander’s throat.

The scenarios Leander concocted in his head kept him up at night, picturing his fiancé sitting closely at her desk with Ominis, their hushed conversations, afterhours research when the others in their division had gone home for the day. Whatever it was that the pair was working on, they only had each other to lean on through the assignment. Where Leander should have been glad that his fiancé had a trusted friend at her side when her workload got heavy, he was left feeling sick with envy instead.

After a weekend of spending far too little time together due to prior engagements on both of their parts, Leander was aching to see his fiancé Monday afternoon, heading into a new week. To just sit with her, talk with her, and have her attention on him.

Sitting at his and MC’s usual table in the Ministry’s cafe off of the atrium at their usual lunch time, Leander picked at his food while glancing around hoping to catch sight of his fiancé. She hadn’t come by the time he’d gotten half way through his meal.

Leander was needy and he knew it. He wished he could help from feeling that way, but no matter the security he felt in MC’s presence, when she wasn’t around, or worse, when she was occupied with someone else in a way he just couldn’t be there for her in, the feeling was all consuming. He’d lost his appetite.

Late afternoon brought stacks of paperwork and agitation for Leander, his small office feeling stale after hours of the monotonous work of approving or denying various organizations requests for portkeys. Needing to stretch his legs and back, Leander headed back out of his office once again, informing his boss in passing that he’d be taking his break and would return shortly.

Making his way from the lifts towards the cafe for the second time that day, this time to grab some tea, Leander came to a halt mid stride, catching a glimpse of MC sitting at a table alongside Ominis, enjoying a tea and caught up in conversation, enjoying her own break. The sight of her both made his heart race and his stomach sink… The voice in the back of his head tried to reason with him that it was perfectly normal and acceptable for her to take her tea breaks with friends in her department, but after over a week of being slighted in favor of her coworker, and working through her lunches, Leander’s temperature was rising with jealousy. There was only one thing that he wanted and he wanted it now.

Completely abandoning his mission for tea, Leander made his way directly to MC’s table, greeting both her and Ominis when he stopped beside them. Ominis tilted his head towards the sound of Leander’s voice, a smile pulling his lips as he greeted him in return, that pompous sounding voice of his irking Leander to his very core. The only thing keeping his hands from wringing with frustration was the sweet look on his fiancé ’s face at his presence beside her. Those eyes of hers worked wonders in calming his anxieties…

But Leander had come over to MC’s table with a plan brewing in his mind, and he fully intended on trying his luck at it.

“If I may, Ominis, I’ll be stealing MC from you now that I’m on my break as well.” Leander said, his tone coming off a touch more assertive than he’d probably intended.

“Of course,” Ominis nodded in agreement. “By all means.”

“See you in a bit then,” MC said to Ominis as she scooted her chair out, getting up from the table to join Leander, who cordially offered her his arm and began leading her through the cafe and towards the gate leading to the lifts off of the main portion of the atrium.

MC would notice Leander’s arm practically buzzing in her hands, trembling with what would be a desperate attempt at restraint from acting too rashly before he got her somewhere more private.

“Are you alright?” She asked him, the concern in her evident, her brows furrowed as she looked up at him as they walked.

“I’ll be just fine in a moment.” He said, smirking at her as he led her to one of the lifts.

They stood together, waiting outside of the wrought iron gate for the lift he called to reach the atrium level. Leander gestured for MC to enter first when the lift stopped in front of them and the gate creaked open to one side, allowing them in.

“Where are we going?” MC wondered, her concerned expression melting into one of amused curiosity with the tone of Leander’s voice and the smirk on his face. She knew the glint in his eyes meant he had something in mind for them.

“No where.” He answered, pulling the lever in the lift, closing the gate. MC watched as Leander cranked the lever, sending the lift towards level six, putting her under the assumption he was taking her to his office for one reason or another.

“No where?” She asked, an exhale of a chuckle parting her lips.

Leander’s hand fiddled in his wand pocket for a moment. He shifted his weight, contemplating his little plan before throwing caution to the wind and drawing his wand, casting a perfectly timed “immobulus” on the lift's control lever while the lift was positioned just perfectly between floors, bringing it to a sudden halt, privacy surrounding them.

“What are yo-” MC began, gripping onto Leander’s forearm to steady herself as the momentum of the lift stopping so suddenly nearly tripped her off her feet.

Before she could even finish her sentence, Leander’s hands were at her waist, long fingers gripping into her curves and urging her against the back wall of the lift, his lips cutting her words short with a hungry kiss.

Her eyes were wide, muscles tensing up at his sudden advance. Leander pulled back after just a moment, whispering against her cheek, his forehead pressed to hers. “Relax.” He said, then kissed his way along her jaw and to her neck. “I need you right now. You’re mine, and I need this.”

“Leander…” MC let out a moan, his words hot against her skin, their risque location exciting her and making her heartbeat quicken. She nodded her head, but it would take more coaxing from his lips to truly get her to loosen up.

Leander was up for it, though, and his name from her lips was all of the encouragement he needed to keep pushing on.

His nimble fingers slid down the small of her back, finding the zipper at the back of her skirt and tugging it downwards. His thumbs hooked under the waistband of the garment, sliding it from her hips, leaving it to fall at her feet.

Lips pressed once again to hers, Leander worked his belt buckle open as they kissed, MC’s arms encircling his neck, she returned his passion as he slid his trousers and under garments down just enough. He pressed his hips against her pelvis, his tongue slipping against hers, a groan sounding from his throat at the friction of their bodies.

“Right here?” MC whispered as their kiss broke and she took a shuddered breath.

Leander nodded emphatically, his wide eyes gleaming as they looked down into hers, his desire apparent. “You’re driving me insane, you know?” Leander muttered, tugging at her panties, the thin fabric tearing with the force of his pull.

MC drew in a sharp breath as the seams of the garment indented into her skin before giving way in his fist. “Lee!”

“I’ve hardly seen you in the last week.” He murmured, his large hands sliding down over her rear and to her thighs, fingers sinking into her flesh as he hoisted her up, his body weight pinning her against the wall of the lift. “I told you I need you. Here. Now.”

Exhaled expletives slipped from MC’s lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, giving in to his strength. Her hands ran up his arms, his sleeves cuffed at his elbows, feeling his veins and flexed muscles, defined as he held her.

Leander rut his hips against her, their positioning working against them as the head of his cock slid along her heat, slick with her desire for him, searching for entry. He groaned a moment later when he finally pressed into her, her warmth enveloping him as he thrust up into her with fervor.

Time was not on their side, and it showed in Leander’s pace. He fucked her with a desperation that he hadn’t felt in years, fueled by unreasonable jealousy. But feeling her weight in his arms, every bit of her body surrounding his, had a grounding effect on him. She was there with him, she was real, she was his. Lost in the moment with her, he felt sated and calm, despite the frantic activity.

Leander buried his face against the crook of MC’s neck, breathing heavily with exertion, her fingers in his hair and digging into his back. He bucked against her relentlessly, making her hand retreat from his hair, moving instead to cover her mouth to stifle her pleasured whines as he brought on her climax. Not far behind her, her walls tightening around his length, her legs squeezing him tighter against her brought Leander over the edge, emptying himself inside of her with a few more deep thrusts.

He set her back down gently, resting his head against hers once more as he caught his breath, his arms were burning but he was feeling so alive. He kissed her forehead.

“Feeling better now?” She asked him, her own breath shuddered and legs still uneasy, trembling.

“Much better.” He said, panting and wiping sweat from his brow with his forearm. “I just needed you in my arms.”

He bent down, grabbing her skirt for her, holding it open for her to step into. She did so, and he zipped her back up. She combed through his hair with her fingers as he pulled his trousers back up and situated his belt, each of them making sure the other looked presentable enough to go back out and face the rest of their work day before Leander waved his wand and countered the freezing charm he’d cast on the lift’s mechanism. They resumed ascending to his floor of the building.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. But if that was supposed to be punishment for missing our lunches, I’m not sure it’s had the desired effect. You may have just reinforced that negative behavior.” MC said, smirking up at him while she adjusted his tie.

Leander was amused, knowing his fiancé was teasing him. “Well then I’ll just have to keep teaching you a lesson then, won’t I?”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fan fiction #leander prewett #leander prewett fanfiction #leander prewett x mc #leander prewett x reader #leander prewett x you

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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What about Tony Stark x daughter! reader who's dating someone (Could be Peter, but doesn't have to be) and Tony makes some sort of sex joke when talking to the both of them, but doesn't realize his daughter is asexual (the joke made her a tad bit uncomfortable) and it ends in her coming out to Tony? If not that's totally okay, ty either way! <3

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing asexual!reader, it makes me all nice and warm inside :) i headcanon tony as being the most accepting father ever so yes i am projecting during this fic lol. The joke in this fic is more of an off handed thing, like an innuendo maybe, because i don’t think tony would openly joke about the devils tango with his child word count: 1.1k

The loud conversations of the other patrons of the restaurants did little to hide the sound of your beating heart. Nerves on edge, you folded your napkin over and over, almost ripping it until you felt a warm hand covering your own. Looking up, you saw the concerned yet comforting expression of your boyfriend. Peter smiled at you and you felt a small part of your fear melt away. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his, squeezing slightly. Everything would be okay, nothing could go wrong tonight. Your dad loved Peter, he saw him as a son long before you started dating him.

“I think I hear him,” Peter whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand, “Let’s do this before all my bravado melts away like the ice cream we’ll have for dessert.”

You laughed slightly, your eyes going to the front of the restaurant, watching as your dad joked with the hostess before walking arm-in-arm with Pepper towards your table. Peter stood up as they approached, pulling out a chair for Pepper. He stared at Tony awkwardly before slowly pulling out your dad’s chair for him. Pepper hid her smile behind her hand as Tony sat down with a false sense of haughtiness. You stifled your own giggle at Peter’s expression as he sat down, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to address your parents.

“Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony held a hand up, pausing Peter’s train of thought. Your dad leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him as he looked at Peter over the tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

“Kid, I’ve trusted you in my lab, with my bots, I’ve trusted you with a suit to help the world. All I need to know is if I can trust you with my daughter?”

Peter nodded rapidly, seemingly stunned, a flush rising up his neck and cheeks. You covered his hand with yours, once more holding hands. Tony followed the movement with his eyes and after a minute, nodded and took off his sunglasses.

“Well, my part is over. Pep?”

Peter now looked genuinely terrified. You smirked slightly as you took a sip of your water, you knew your mother was an intimidating woman, you’ve seen politicians lose their poise just from one raise of her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide as Pepper adjusted her silverware, waving out her napkin before laying it on her lap and bringing her eyes to meet Peter’s. Your boyfriend audibly gulped. You and Tony made eye contact before returning your attention to your respective partners.

“Let me be very clear. You make my daughter happy. If, and I mean every word, there is a day you let that happiness be broken because of your actions, you will regret it. I have friends in high and low places and if they can’t deal with you, I will do it myself.” Pepper finished her speech with a sip of the red wine you had ordered for her. Peter looked like he was about to pee his pants. He stuttered out a reply.

“If I ever break her heart, I’ll gladly accept your wrath, Ms. Potts.”

Your mom seemed to like that answer, as a wide smile grew on her face.

“Wonderful! Now, let’s look over the menu, I’m starving.”

As you looked over the menu, zoning out as you scanned over the options, you heard Peter and Pepper fall into a conversation over his schooling at MIT. A nudge against your calf made you look up at your dad, who was looking at you with a question in his eyes. You read it perfectly.

You okay?

You nodded, smiling softly before returning back to the menu. After a few moments, you decided on a sushi roll with lobster and mango as well as a side of gyoza. A waitress came over and took everyones order with ease before walking away, leaving your family to comfortable conversation. Mostly talking about school and secret hero business, you felt your dad’s social battery start to die out, the same slowly starting to happen to you. In an attempt to liven up the conversation, your dad looked at the two of you with a mischievous expression.

“So, I heard you two are sharing a hotel room tonight? Is this a ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?”

Something in the tone of his voice made you fidget, Peter looking over at you before answering.

“There’s only one bed as far as I’m aware, it was the cheapest option.”

Tony started to wiggle his eyebrows and a stream of thoughts ran rapidly in your mind.

Crap, he’s getting the wrong idea. You need to tell him, Y/N! Come on, he’s your dad, you can do this, tell him!

“Nothings going to happen, Dad!” You tried to match his joking tone but it came out as more of a squeal. Tony looked at you with concern, something in his eyes that you couldn’t interpret.

“Y/N, you and Peter are two consenting adults, I have no control over what you do as long as it’s safe and consensual-”

“I’m ace!” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you slapped a hand over your mouth. The table went silent, your parents looking at you with equally surprised expressions, Peter watching them with a protective glint in his eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering your eyes to the condensation that your drink had left on the table, drawing pictures in the water as you spoke.

“I’m-I’m asexual. I don’t like or want, uh, sex. I just don’t experience sexual attraction…” You trailed off, your voice already quiet as you waited for responses. What felt like years passed before you heard your dad whisper your name, raising your eyes to meet his. He had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he smiled at you.

“Thank you for telling me, I’m so proud. And I’m sorry if what I was insinuating made you uncomfortable.” The mature tone of your father’s voice threw you off and you smiled worriedly at your parents, Pepper returning your smile.

“So you don’t think I’m broken or I just don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Pepper was quick to answer.

“Oh honey, no. Being asexual isn’t being broken and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re idiots who never developed advanced thinking.”

Peter sent your mom a grateful smile, not lost on you. Tony fidgeted a bit before saying something that shocked you.

“I’m demisexual. Your mother is the only person I’ve ever felt genuine sexual attraction to. Well, except maybe Steve Rogers.”

Pepper slapped Tony with her napkin as she laughed. You and Peter groaned at the mention of your dad’s not-so-fake crush on the Capsicle. The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, each of you ordering ice cream for dessert. That night, as you and Peter were cuddled up in the small hotel bed watching Doctor Who reruns, you wondered how you were so lucky for the people in your life.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #pepper potts #pepper potts x reader #pepper potts x daughter!reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #asexual!reader #peter parker x asexual!reader #asexuality

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Hello, there~! I would like to request a fluffy scenario in which Riddle Rosehearts plans to propose to his fem! s/o, asking her to be his future wife. Takes place after the events of Ghost Marriage. Make it super romantic, please? Thanks!

Imagining his proposal to you

feat: Riddle

genre: romance, fluff

note: this is written with Yuu!Reader in mind but can be interpreted as not, fem!reader specific, close to 1k word count

I might have misunderstood your ask but I hope you enjoy it

After the chaos has settled and no one’s lives are no longer at stake, the students are able to take a deep breath as the ghost bride finally gets her happy ending. Well, you assumed so but you ran off with Riddle as he and Cater hurried back to the tea Riddle admittedly earned for his troubles.

“There we go, tea for NRC’s savior and his lovely lady~”

Riddle didn’t indulge the long-haired student’s joke. “That comment was unnecessary, Cater”

“Just wanted to show my gratitude to my Housewarden” he winked at you and Riddle. “Well, my job is done so I’ll just leave you two lovebirds alone. Enjoy~”

Riddle seemed exasperated with his dormmate’s teasing but you chuckled instead.

“Give him a break, Riddle” you ask, smiling. “Today’s been a long day for everyone”

“I suppose” Riddle sighed as he took the first sip of his tea “I can’t believe all this madness started because of the obsession of a ghost bride”

“I sorta understand her actions, though”

That earned you a choke from the redhead as he looked at you bewildered. “Excuse me?!”

“Not the whole kidnapping and forcing someone to marry thing!” You clarified quickly. “Just…getting married is a dream come true for a lot of people and not getting to…it’s sad, you know”

“Is it something you dreamed of?” Riddle questioned you to which you responded with a flustered expression as you looked away for a bit.

You weren't sure if you should tell Riddle that you started to daydream about your future with him when you first saw him in his groom's wear. Your cheeks burned at his practiced declarations of true love that had you wishing were directed towards you. You were lucky that either Ace didn't notice your flustered expression throughout the mission or he was merciful enough not to mention it.

“Well it’s nice to imagine being proposed to by someone I cherish” you replied and locked eyes with Riddle “Haven’t you thought about it? Marrying someone one day?”

Honestly, Riddle really hasn’t. His upbringing was filled with expectations and obligations to uphold. Before that fateful day when he overblotted, he would have been content living alone pursuing his career or allowing his mother to arrange a prospective partner for him.

Now, he’s curious to imagine if he has the choice to decide his future. A future where he chose who he wants to spend the rest of his life with. And the only person he could ever consider doing so is with you.

He wonders how you would react if he proposed to you. Would you have any clue of his plans as he takes you to a beautiful garden away from the chaotic schedule you two made have, with bright red roses decorating the scenery. He supposed it would look like how it is now, with you smiling and enjoying the time with him as he is with you. Would you get distracted by the gorgeous custom-made cake he requested from Trey? He ponders the expression you would have when he carefully picked up the small rose-shaped box sitting perfectly atop the cake and dropped to his knee in front of you. Would you be happy with the ring he chose, the gold band twisting around a modest gem carved to resemble a bloomed rose, paired with two smaller red gems on either side of it?

Would you shed tears as he confesses the impact you had in his life since you two met in NRC? How your smile washes away the tension and crushing pressure he carries on his shoulders in an instant. The way he learned to enjoy the simple and mundane joys of life since meeting you. How he wishes to continue enjoying these small joys with you as husband and wife for as long as life permits him.

He would be the happiest man in all of Twisted Wonderland if you said yes, so happy that he could cry as he embraced you. Perhaps he would be bold enough by then to be able to plant a deep kiss on your lips, showing his immense love for the woman of his dreams. If he invited Ace, Deuce, and Grim to be close by, he could imagine them being loud and getting on his nerves. But, he knew you would want to share the news with them so he’ll tolerate them. He’ll also tolerate the constant sounds of photos being taken as Cater insists on getting the perfect shot to show off to the rest of your friends. He’s sure Trey can handle them, he trusts him afterall.

“Riddle?”

Your voice snapped him out from his daydream. You looked at him with a inquisitive brow. “You alright? You seemed pretty deep in thought for a while”

Riddle saw the look of loving concern in your eyes which brought a smile to his lips. For a magic-less human, you somehow could magically make him feel loved with nothing but a look.

"Would you...feel uncomfortable if I said I thought of you when you ask that?"

You blinked once, then twice before you felt your heart skip a beat. Riddle matches your emotions as his face reddens at the reality of his words.

"A-Ah, forgive me. I should have suddenly ask-"

"I would be happy"

Riddle stared straight to you as you match his stare, albeit nervously as you continued to speak.

"I would be so happy if you thought about marrying me"

"So...if someday I were to ask if you would be my future wife..."

"I would say yes" you smiled so brightly that Riddle felt stunned by its beauty.

He reached for your left hand, gently rubbing circles against your knuckles, landing on your ring finger.

"Then I hope you would stay with me till the day that comes to be"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst fluff

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ejzah · 6 days

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A/N: This is a short one for tonight. Hopefully this story still makes sense at this point.

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Ain’t It A Kick In The Head, Part 12

Kensi had hoped that a night of sleep would give Deeks at least a little time to recover, but when she saw him the next morning, he looked clammy and pale with splotches of flushed skin along his cheekbones. The six hours of sleep he’d managed didn’t seem to have done much good.

Once they’d returned, Kensi had rebandaged his wound, which had indeed begun bleeding again, before they called OPS. That had been a long and unpleasant conversation. Callen and Sam didn’t love that they’d gone off-script without any warning or backup. Somehow, thanks to a lot of impressive quick talking, Deeks managed to convince them not to take over.

Against her better judgment, Kensi had kept the extent of Deeks’ injuries to herself. If she had, they almost certainly wouldn’t have agreed to merely being in overwatch.

“You look terrible,” Kensi told him, covering her concern with bluntness.

“I told you if you were going to stay over, you couldn’t criticize,” Deeks joked as he dragged himself to the kitchen area. He walked stiffly, arms held close to his side.

Kensi had insisted on staying with him, even though he repeatedly told her he was “good”. She worried that Frankie, or any number of criminals would somehow hear of his injuries and take the opportunity to strike. She told herself she simply didn’t want the operation to go bad, but she knew it went a lot deeper than that.

“I take it you’re not going to listen if I suggest you go to the hospital.”

“Would you?” Deeks raised an eyebrow, sardonic even when he almost certainly felt awful. When Kensi didn’t respond, he nodded in a satisfied way, and started pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Kensi watched him winced when he raised his arm to grab a mug, and rolled her eyes. “Let me do it,” she sighed, her worry making her irritable.

Directing him to a chair, she fixed a mug of coffee, guessing at what he’d like based on the cream in the fridge. Deeks accepted it with a grateful sigh, taking a long sip.

“Do you want some breakfast?” He’d be limited to sliced fruit or whatever could be stuck in the toaster, but she figured that would be better than an empty stomach.

Grimacing, Deeks shook his head once. “No, thanks.”

“You didn’t eat last night either,” she reminded him.

Clearing his throat, he leaned forward, his eyes tightening in obvious pain at the movement.

“I’ve survived on worse,” he informed her with one of those sly grins she was learning were intended to distract. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Kensi snapped in exasperation. She tossed the loaf of bread she’d found in the refrigerator on the counter, crossing over to stand in front of Deeks. He tilted his head back, expression shifting to something more uncertain and vulnerable. I’m worried because for the time being, you’re my partner. And for whatever crazy reason, I do care about you.” Giving into her instinct and desire for once, she dipped her head, just touching her lips to his. She finished by brushing his hair from his eyes. “So, I’d rather not see you put yourself in more danger.”

Deeks swallowed visibly, his eyes wide, his expression almost one of surprise. As though he didn’t quite believe what she said.

“Do you mean that?” he asked finally.

“Yes. You’re pretty good at telling when I’m lying,” she said, and his upper lip quirked up in a brief smile.

“That’s true.” He licked his bottom lip. “Ok, so what exactly does that mean?”

“For starters, it means you eat the damn toast I make you.”

Deeks laughed outright at that, his head tipping forward to press against her midsection. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s cared about me beyond my ability to do my work.”

“Well, then they don’t know what they’re missing,” Kensi murmured. Maybe it was a foolish thing to say when they had to be meet the Kaisers in just a few hours. She pushed that thought away, leaning down to kiss him again.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #drama #Deeks whump #undercover Kensi and Deeks #ain’t it a kick in the head #au #part 12 #ejzah fanfiction

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lillylvjy · 11 months

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So I made a promise.

a/n// hello! So I kinda just grinded this out in two hours because I had a lot of brainrot over this and shit. So this fic is based of Promise by Laufey. Love that women. But it’s kinda shit, so please be nice to me. I haven’t wrote in so long and shit so- here’s this. Enjoy!

Warnings// yelling, overthinking, wil and readers relationship is- rough, big used as a nickname, and if there’s anything else, please tell me!

wc: 1.3k

Not edited.

It’s been 16 days.

Two weeks and two days.

23,040 minutes.

Without him.

And you both thought this was for the better. At least you did. To break up and just leave each other. Wil was never home because he was always picking up gigs and shows to do. Which never made you mad but, you needed your partner at home sometimes too. You needed someone to hold you and tell you you’re ok and that they love you.

You never got that.

And you barely called him unless it was late at night when you came home, exhausted from your shift. And he’d be in America, getting ready for a gig, laughing and joking around with the band as he called you. The video scuffed and audio cutting in and out, but it was good enough. For now.

But every other time you tried to talk to him or ask how he was doing, he’d ignore you. He’d look at the message, and ignore it. And you’d wait all day for a response until it gets to that time to call him and he’d just ignore you then too. Too worried about what Joe was saying or what Mark was doing.

And you were happy he was having fun.

But it felt like you were nothing to him

And that- that’s worse than anything possible to you.

So when he got back to Brighton, made himself at home and pulled you into an hug, you could tell you needed to do it.

“Hey Wil, we need to talk.” You begrudgingly said to the man in front of you. With tired eyes from jet lag and doing so much in the last couple months, he looked at you with a worried expression.

“What’s wrong love.” He placed a hand on your cheek as he leaned down to look at you. When you made eye contact with him, you saw his eyes fill with care and alarm. You frown up at him as you lean into his hand.

“We don’t work Wil. We can never work. You’re going to be traveling the world all the time because of your music and I’m so happy for you. But I’m stuck here. And I need you at times I can’t have you. And it hurts. A-And it feels like we’re slowly slipping apart because of everything and I don’t like the feelings I have right now, so. Wil- we need to break up-“ Wil’s hand slipped from your cheek as his face fell. He walked over to the couch and placed his face in his hands. “Wil it’s nothing you did! We just don’t see each other anymore and it feels like I don’t know you anymore or I’m just like- a being that you only know when you’re home! And I hope that’s not it. And the thoughts I have at night when you don’t answer me make me hate myself for thinking them-“

“So you think I’m cheating? You think I forget about you? You think I don’t know how you feel?! I need that too! I think those thoughts too! I need you! I-“ Wil cuts himself off with a choked sob. Quickly gathering himself, he stands up. “I agree. We need to break up. It’s only for the best.” Wil said in the coldest tone he could possibly muster while wiping his face.

“Wil-“

“No! No it’s fine. We both agree on this yeah? I already a have some clothes packed so I’ll stay with Tom and James for a couple days and then come for the rest of my things. See you soon, bug.” Wilbur whispered the last part as he leant down and kissed your forehead.

Holding back tears, you watched him walk out the house hesitantly, not wanting to leave you like this. Wanting to make up for all he hasn’t done for you. And you vise versa.

Once he closed the door behind him, you went up to it and placed your head on the cold wood, letting out endless amounts of sobs and cries as you slid down the door. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you hid your face in the fabric of your sweatpants, scared that someone could see you and scrutinize you for crying.

But you came to the realization that, this is for the best. It will get better and you’ll learn to live without him. Right?

It’s been 16 days.

And you promised yourself you wouldn’t call him. Wouldn’t seek him out and hold him. Wouldn’t ask Tom how he was doing. Nothing. He’s gone. He doesn’t need you anymore.

He forgot to pick up his clothes. The ones that smell like him still. The ones that you’d always steal and wear around the house. The ones that he’d always tell you not to wear but secretly laid them out in places for you to pick up and wear, loving the way you look in his clothes.

You still wore them. It helped.

And at night it was scary. In your head.

Overthinking everything.

Did he actually cheat and that’s why he was so willing to agree? No. No it’s wil! He wouldn’t do that.

Did he fall out of love? No. No his words were genuine.

Why did he say ‘see you soon’ and not ‘goodbye.’?

Now that was a question you couldn’t answer.

But that’s when you realized. Realized that you’d rather be something with Wil than nothing to him. Even if it hurts you both in the long run.

It’s been 16 days.

16 long days of looking at his contact and not calling him.

16 days where you had so much restraint that it almost hurt you. But each day, that wall slowly crumbled.

You knew you and Wil could never work. It was common knowledge. The constant moving around, longing to be with each other, and slowly killing yourselves with how much thinking you both do about each other. Hurtful or not.

Nothing added up. There was no solution.

So you kept that restraint up as much as you could.

But.

After 16 long days.

You called him. That night. After walking through the town, needing some air and to get something to drink.

You swear you saw him. It had to be him. He was smiling and laughing with a group of people that you’ve never seen before. But as your got your hopes up and walked closer to the group, you realized that wasn’t the man you hoped to see.

You rushed home and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. Looking down at your phone, you let the barrier break and pressed the call button.

After the first couple rings, you gave up. He wasn’t going to answer. Why did you think he would? He’s probably so much better without you-

“Bug?” You heard a groggy voice ask you over the phone. You’re held your breathe as you heard the name. The name he gave you.

“H-Hi, Wil.” You whispered out as you exhaled the breathe you were holding for too long for your liking.

You heard him let out a shakey breath and some shuffling, most likely blankets. He sniffed before he started speaking again. “H-How are you? What’s up?”

“I- Nothing much.” You said as you played with your hands, hesitating to get your next words out. “Hey, do you maybe, wanna come over?”

“Yes! Uh, yeah. I’d love too.” You could hear the smile start to grow on his face as he talked. A small one started to appear on yours.

“Ok. See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

So, you broke the promise. But whether it hurts you in the end or becomes a beautiful thing. You’ll at least be something to him. And he’ll be something to you.

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lithiumcreepblog · 10 months

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for @stonathanweek's Stonathan Sunday. Prompt: Where are we supposed to get a chicken at 2AM on a Wednesday?

those witching hours

When Steve agreed to be Jonathan’s smoking partner for the night, he was expecting a chill hangout after a long day of recon, filled with long stretches of silence and only the occasional conversation every now and then. He wasn’t expecting this.

“Steve,” Jonathan interrupts his thoughts, eyes glassy and mouth curved into a grin. “Who is a chicken’s favorite composer?”

High Jonathan Byers is not what Steve expected at all. High Jonathan Byers is silly. He seems to find everything funny, falling into a fit of giggles at even Steve’s lamest jokes. High Jonathan Byers is talkative. He hasn’t shut up once since the weed kicked in, moving on from one topic of interest to the next with ease. But most importantly– and most dangerously– high Jonathan Byers is clingy. He keeps a firm arm over Steve’s shoulder the whole time, touching and bracketing Steve in his hold.

“I don’t know, Jonathan,” Steve smiles too. He has never seen Jonathan lower his inhibitions like this before. He has always only seen him worrying about twenty different things at once, never this relaxed or laid back. It’s a nice shade on him.

“Bach!” Jonathan shouts, and Steve lets out a snort. Even with Steve’s attempts at impressions from a while ago, this has to be the dumbest thing out of either of their mouths all night.

“That joke made me hungry and now I want chicken parmesan,” Jonathan whines and lets his head fall onto Steve’s shoulder.

“And do tell me, Byers,” Steve chuckles as Jonathan falls into his side even more. “Where are we supposed to get a chicken at 2AM on a Wednesday?”

Jonathan lifts his head and blinks, looking deep in thought. Steve watches as a slow smile creep across his face, knowing nothing good is coming from that expression.

“I bet Hopper has some. And I bet he’s sleeping right now.”

“Are you suggesting we break into the chief’s room just to take his chicken?”

“Why not?”

“Uh… because he’s Hopper?” Steve makes a gesture. That should be obvious, right?

“So what?” Jonathan frowns. “That dude is fucking my mom. I think I deserve his chicken.”

“Okay, let’s put that line of thought to an end there,” Steve says quickly before Jonathan gets any more brilliant ideas. “We are not stealing Hopper’s chicken.”

“Hm, you’re right,” Jonathan relents. “We don’t even know for sure if he has it, anyway.”

Steve lets out a sigh of relief at avoiding another shenanigan– he’s had enough of those in a lifetime.

They stay silent for a while before Jonathan breaks the silence again, head still resting on Steve’s shoulder. “You’re cool, Steve Harrington.”

“Thank you…?” Steve laughs, questioning.

“I mean it. I was wrong about you. You’re a really great guy. It’s a shame I never saw it when we were in school, but I’m glad we’re friends now.”

Jonathan puts his hand up Steve’s shirt as he says this, and for some reason, Steve lets him. Steve assumes it’s not even meant to be a sensual touch, merely a grounding, comforting one; the safety of warm skin against your own. Jonathan’s hand roams a bit near Steve’s stomach before it stills above Steve’s healed scar, still prominent against his smooth skin.

Jonathan furrows his brows. “Does it still hurt?” He sounds so serious all of a sudden, like the high has entirely escaped his system. Steve sighs.

“No, not really– physically, anyway. I still think about it all the damn time though.” Steve puts his hand on Jonathan’s wrist and guides his hand out of the shirt, still holding it after.

Jonathan frowns again. “I know that feeling.”

Then he goes quiet, quieter than he’s been all night, eyes shifting before glazing over as if he’s being reminded of something. Steve wonders what he’s thinking about. Lenora? Seeing his brother be possessed by the Mindflayer? That fateful night in ’83 when their whole lives changed forever? Or is he remembering something from before? The fact that there are even several options to choose from makes Steve’s heart sink even deeper. But he keeps on a brave face, for both him and Jonathan. If there’s anything worse than having bad thoughts, it’s having them while on a bad high.

So he squeezes Jonathan’s hand once in comfort. Jonathan finally breaks free from his trance and grips Steve’s hand back. They look at each other and smile, and for a split second before Jonathan decides that the direct eye contact is hilarious and starts laughing, Steve feels a strong urge inside him that tells him to kiss Jonathan. He quickly shakes the thought away and laughs along. The weed Jonathan scored is definitely pretty weird.

“Okay, let’s sleep this high off, what do you say?” Steve pats Jonathan’s knee. “I promise I’ll find you some chicken in the morning.”

“I’ll be holding you to that, Harrington,” Jonathan mumbles, cuddling closer to Steve. “I don’t want to move. Let’s just sleep on the couch.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

“Hmm… you’re warm.”

“Okay,” Steve lets out an absurd half-laugh, holding Jonathan tighter as he closes his eyes and lets the high wash over him, sending him to that floaty space where they’ll fall asleep.

#stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stonathanweek2023 #ficlet #might be slightly ooc for jonathan but idc #but i do think he 's a bit silly when high #“hi murray”??#that's a silly man

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