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credince--writes · 1 year

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Establishment (Jitters Remastered)

Chapter 3 of the Jitters Remastered Book

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Summary:

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's. As she is brought to her new home with the 141, the tension can be cut with a knife. The question is, will she be able to grow roots here?

Today the 141 teams would be leaving after a mission well-done. Their success echoed around the base until the late hours of the morning. Creating shifts of soldiers to celebrate once again another green tick.

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

Getting ready in the mornings had never been her favorite part of the day, quite frankly dreading them in their entirety. Her body ached, and she knew Price wanted to meet with her once more before he departed.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Walking through the hallways passing other soldiers milling about to reach their tasks, she stood in front of the doorway to Gulch's office, where Pice was no doubt waiting for her inside. It made her stomach do flips, fighting with itself as she stared at the knob.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

Leaving the office and closing the door behind her, she was met face-to-chest with MacTavish's chest. Looking up she was met with an almost amused look. Before she could apologize, or do anything really he had lifted her hand to inspect the damage from her fight.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

"Just know what real fights don't work like that, little lass. If you'd been in real danger you'd be dead." And with his last words, he pushed in the door to the office and left her awkwardly standing there, not really knowing how to respond.

...

Packing, it was almost like she was leaving for college. All of her belongings fit into a duffel back, save for a separate backpack to hold electronics and her laptop. rather than trying to stuff an entire bedroom into the back of her car to then try and jenga into a dorm room.

She'd only even flown in a helicopter one other time, this one was bigger. Multiple people were in it with her, as they'd stop to refuel they would periodically drop someone off, until it was only her and the pilot sitting in the chopper together. She tried to keep quiet, the pillow didn't seem very talkative, shooting down any attempts she had made previously to drum up some small talk.

They didn't tell her where she was going, only that she would be meeting up with Captain Price at the new base she had been stationed at. It was strange, she had yet to get a call from Laswell, another summer camp speech.

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

Somewhere within the course of traveling, she had begun to nod off, every once and a while opening her eyes to find themselves flying over unidentifiable landmarks. When she landed, she grabbed both of her bags and climbed out, making her way onto the tarmac trying to avoid the deafening sound of the blades beating the air into submission.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

The large hangar/garage is tacked onto the side of the building. That is what it looked like she decided. Walking up to it, awkwardly holding her two bags she looked back in an attempt to find the pilot to see where he went.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

Jitters locked eyes with Ghost, not intentionally she'd internally defend herself. But once their eyes met she felt as if she couldn't look away. His eyes bore into her soul. Her feet felt like they were anchored to the floor below her.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

He lead her through the base, corner here, corner there, until he came up to a door. Knocking on it twice he nodded her in. She gave him a grateful smile and stepped in, smoke danced in the stagnant air of the office. Price sitting at his desk chair fingering through the paperwork. Manila folders with various stamps and stickers on them.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"We don't have a room yet that can be explicitly used for your office yet, but rest assured we will be working on it. We don't have any planned missions that will need your assistance for a week, maybe two. So it'll give you some time to settle in." He explains.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

The two of them stood up, Jitters picking up both of her bags and the following Price out of the door. Almost as if it was pre-planned, MacTavish walked bast carrying a large duffel bag of something in his left hand.

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

"Your room is going to be in between Gaz and I's." He explains. "We normally keep a room in between us for privacy, but things don't always work out how we'd like." There was a twang in his voice, reinforcing that idea-

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

It wasn't a luxury hotel or anything, but it was better than previous stays she'd been in. Simple bed- twin size it seemed. Better than the cots she was sleeping on beforehand, cording stringing together a thick piece of canvas and suspending it onto a platform.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"You know, there was this guy at a mission I went on called bubbles. It was because he was always super snotty- but one day he was taking a nap and blew up the grossest snot bubble on his face. Dude was like a bubble machine-"

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

She didn't know what she was really expecting for dinner- normally bases would have designated cooks, and they'd cook large quantity meals. Spaghetti with an essence of sauce, maybe some salad, weird shit with rice.

She wasn't really expecting a simple, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and chicken? She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten meat that was recognizable. It was surprisingly domestic- big, scary, military task force sitting at a table next to a pretty basic-looking kitchen.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

It was almost comedic, how much food Soap piled onto his plate before he sat down and started going to town on it. She went through the line, grabbed a plate, and portioned out what she'd consider a normal amount of food, and a biscuit.

With a glass of water, a plate, and a fork she sat down and started eating. Trying to ignore the sounds of Soap devouring the food next to her. She noticed Ghost took his food, and left for somewhere- she assumed he would probably eat in his room. It seemed like it would be decently difficult to eat with a Halloween decoration stitched onto your face.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

"Ok? And? You're probably a hundred pounds more than me- you're what, at least six-one. That's like me going out and kicking kindergartners and going 'Yea! I could mop the floor with this whole lot'!" She added a (not very good) Scottish accent at the end for good measure.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

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salomeia · 3 months

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Angela and Tim talk about the bad thing he did.

Chenford.

Angela finds half dressed Tim staring at his locker like it holds answers to the world peace.

"Are you okay", she finally asks and he visibly startles. Tim 'nothing gets by me' Bradford hadn't even noticed Angela walking in the men's locker room and if that isn't worrying, well.

"What?" he asks a bit dazedly as he quickly turns around and she repeats the question.

"Are you okay? You're kinda out of it"

Tim looks offended. "No! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Riiiight," Angela says one eyebrow raised. "You just didn't notice me walking in here and standing behind you for like five minutes"

"No you didn't!" He sputters.

"I'm here aren't I."

"You haven't been standing there five minutes."

"How would you know?" She argues. "Boom! You failed Timmy, "

"Hey, what! You don't do Tim-tests, I do Tim-tests."

"Call it Angela-test then, I don't care," she says smiling and Tim smiles back, shoulders relaxing.

"Wanna talk about it?" Angela continues, because she can see something has happened. Well, something more than all the excitement about him and Chen going undercover.

Tim tenses up again, his whole posture going from loose limbed and smiling to rigid and frowning. "No," he snaps.

Normally Angela wouldn't push, especially Tim, because she knows he doesn't respond well to prying, but now she feels like these are extenuating circumstances. He and Chen are about to go UC and it's not something he's done a lot.

"Your head needs to be in the game," she sighs as Tim turns back to his locker and continues to dress. Luckily he's already wearing his uniform pants and now he's buttoning up his shirt.

He doesn't look at her when he says, "My head is fucking fine, Lopez. Leave it."

"You don't need me to tell you that getting distracted will get you killed," she responds mildly, because getting argumentative with him serves no purpose.

Tim stills. Then he briefly presses his hands over his eyes and turns around looking tired. "It's complicated, all right."

"What is?" Angela asks carefully.

"Us, okay. Me and Lucy" He's silent for a moment as if looking for words. "It always has been." He flails his hands in an un-Tim kind of way, then blurts out, "we kissed. As practice. For the job."

Angela can't say she's surprised, exactly. It's more or less what she expected and their chemistry is something a blind could see. But something about the way he put his words bother her.

"Always has been? She repeats.

Tim's eyes wander the walls, not looking at her. "I said we kissed and that is what you're focusing on?

"You're deflecting, Timothy," she states. "But all right, I'll bite. What about it?"

"What, am I talking in urdu? I said we kissed," he bites out.

Angela throws her hands up, "yes, and I asked what about it. You said you practiced, which is a smart move considering you'll be pretending to be a couple. What got you rattled up? Noticed you like kissing her? Feel guilty because you have a girlfriend? What?"

Now Tim's staring at her. Then he looks away and licks his lips. Unconsciously, Angela would bet. He slams his locker shut, all ready to go. " Yeah, all of it." He says and turns to leave, but stops at the door, hand on the handle and seems to consider something.

Without turning around, he continues, "except I already knew I like kissing her. It was a stupid excuse, practicing. We..." He sighs and finally looks at Angela. "It's been eating up at me. I... We...'" He's lost for words, but Angela waits patiently.

Finally he seems to get his thoughts in order. "I first met Lucy when things started to get bad with Isabel. I was drowning my sorrows in a bar, she had just moved to the neighborhood. It was before she went to the Academy. We hooked up that night."

Angela waits for him to continue, but he doesn't. He's also not leaving, just standing there half turned to face her, looking kind of like he's in pain. To say Angela's surprised is an understatement and this certainly wasn't what she expected to hear. She thought Tim would be agonizing over dating his former rookie, not whatever this confession would turn out to be.

"And?" Angela prompts.

Tim looks away again, before facing her head on. "We hooked up more than once."

Angela shakes her head, trying to piece this information together and form a clear image on what's bothering him. "Okay," she starts slowly. "But you weren't hooking up when she was in the Academy?"

"No."

"So you should've disclosed that when they assigned you as her TO, but it was a long time ago and it doesn't matter anymore." But even as she's saying it, she knows there's more to the story, it doesn't make any sense otherwise. Tim doesn't need her to tell him these things. And it can't be about him breaking his marriage vows, at least not anymore. Before she can analyze all the available data Tim interrupts her thoughts.

"Ang, I... I didn't plan anything, I swear, but when they assigned Lucy to me I didn't want to tell anyone about our past. I was pretty fucked up at the time and I know it's no excuse, but seeing her again made me feel... I don't know, alive, I guess."

Angela feels tendrils of worry in her stomach, slowly starting to understand where this was going. "What did you do, Tim?"

He looks at her quietly, taking a deep breath. "Nothing at first, but later... I know I shouldn't have done anything, but she wanted it too."

"Did she? You were an asshole to her back then." Angela growled.

He looks shocked, then sick with guilt. "You know me! I wouldn't have, never, forced or, or coerced... and you know her. She would've kicked me in the balls hadn't she wanted it too. And I'm hard on all my rookies."

"The rules are there for a reason, you know that!"

Tim deflates. "Yeah, I know that."

"And it's why you're so wrecked with guilt now." Angela says angrily.

"I'm sorry, Angela,"

"I'm not the one you should apologize to," she snaps.

"Yes, you are. You're disappointed in me and I'm sorry. I just needed to talk, to tell." Tim says tiredly. "I know we - I - it wasn't for the right reasons. "

"Well, you haven't actually told me much. Was it just once?"

Tim shakes his head, "no. But it's been over a long time now.

Angela purses her lips. "I don't know how much I even want to know, but explain to me considering your past affair, why the fuck did you practised kissing? Didn't you just say you liked kissing her."

Tim kind of grimaces, then rubs his other shoulder. "I did, I do like kissing her, but we haven't actually kissed that much. I mean, before. And it was an excuse anyway."

"Okay, why did I ask," Angela mutters and then says in a louder voice. "We should talk more later, have some quality bro time.

"That'd be great,' Tim says relieved.

"But don't think you're off the hook. We're gonna talk, but not before you talk with Lucy. Why the hell haven't you already?"

"We're friends, we've kinda found a balance between us and I guess it's just easier to not talk about the difficult stuff," he shrugs.

"At least you're honest now. Jesus, Bradford." Angela rolls her eyes. "Talk to her."

"Yeah," Tim agrees. " But I gotta go, I have stuff to do before roll call."

"Yeah, later" Angela says and watches as Tim opens the door.

When alone she sits down on a bench, because what the fucking fuck. She had not seen this coming.

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moonficrecs · 11 months

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Addicted by @sparklingchim - your boyfie jungkook fucking you silly.

Forever heart by @sparklingchim - after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

Definition of love by @sparklingchim - blurting out big news at a family gathering was not how this was supposed to go - well, it's not like you had a plan to start with but...

Lucky one by @sparklingchim - you're horny, but lucky you, you have jungkook waiting for you in bed.

Could’ve been us by @sparklingchim - two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect THAT twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

Lovestruck by @sparklingchim - jungkook wants you. and who were you to deny him? of course you'd let him fuck you.

Off league by @hansolmates - you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.

A hero’s journey by @hansolmates - jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

Strictly platonic by @jeonqkooks - Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

Fool me once by @jeonqkooks - You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

The weekend by @chryblossomjjk - every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

Imagine by @chryblossomjjk - jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

Self bet by @sxtaep - your overconfident self challenges jungkook to a bet; a bet that involved intimacy and bare bodies. All that confidence slipped just as quick as your self control.

Faceless beauty by @sxtaep - jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.

Ex for a reason by @sxtaep - after breaking up over multiple differences, jungkook spots you in the club with another man, but he was over you. right?

Torn veil by @sxtaep - getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

Wild thoughts by @sxtaep - sometimes, being an esteemed photographer had its ups and downs. this time, it was a bit of both.

The hating game by @sxtaep - working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

Back to the start by @sxtaep - after your divorce, you came to realise no one was more perfect for you than jungkook.

Peeky Blinders by @sxtaep - how much longer was jungkook gonna keep the knot on his self control?

Between roommates by @kooktrash - you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

My dear friend by @kooktrash - just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

Never again by @kooktrash - jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

The act of falling by @kooktrash - what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

Campus affairs by @kooktrash - you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

Fighting heart by @kooktrash - never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

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arminsumi · 1 year

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hi hi if your requests are open, could i request how the aot boys would react / deal with having a crush on reader? and how they'd eventually confess? // thank you! :")

YOU NEEDN'T SAY MORE I GOT U <3 Tysm for ur req!

AOT fluff | Crushing on you + their confessions

With; Levi, Erwin, Armin, Eren

Just thinking about the AOT boys crushing on you, and who would and wouldn't outright tell you they like you or not hehe

(„ಡωಡ„) P.s. my sweet noodles, I'm writing an Eren/Armin love triangle fic you can read it here

Levi

His crush on you gradually develops without him realizing it

When he recognizes that his feelings aren't purely friendly, he immediately puts himself in a state of denial to protect his fragile heart

Probably after a solid two or three years, he stops this denial madness and accepts that he likes you more than he ever expected to

Ah, the way he looks at you... with a vague tenderness, a gentle feeling lighting up those grey irises. No one else gets this sort of look from Levi, just you

Spends his insomniac-riddled nights daydreaming of you to soothe his nerves

Blushes a lot but you'd never notice because he conceals it perfectly with a practiced unphased look

When he confesses, he merely insinuates it at first, but when he sees that you didn't understand, that's when he'll flatly blurt out;

"It's you. You're the one; the one who somehow, I don't know how, but somehow managed to get me feeling weightless."

Blushes very dramatically when you reciprocate his feelings

Erwin

Something about your scent drives him crazier each time he sees you

Acts all nonchalant and strong-willed, but you're the one thing that's capable of pulling him apart

You call out the playful side of him; if you mess around, he'll smile broadly and suppress a laugh with all his might

Oddly self-conscious about how he speaks with you, so he'll try be even more eloquent

YOU BEST BET HE STARES RESPECTIVELY, HE'S A WONDERFULLY GENTLEMANLY GENTLEMAN >:( Zero perv energy!! You just know you can be comfortable around him even in more revealing clothes, idk I just feel like he'd avert his gaze at all times just so he doesn't discomfort you

He's tactful with his confession; to him, the right moment was when you and him were on his bed, dripping with wetness after taking refuge from the downpour outside. He brought you a towel, dried your hair, then leaned down to press the gentlest of kisses to your forehead before murmuring sweetly;

"You mean more to me than anyone, I want you to know that."

Gives you the best pep talks (I mean obviously he's Erwin???) bc he wants you to have confidence in yourself above all

Armin

Jumps with excitement at your presence; really, it's so blatant that he likes you with how bright his face becomes when you're in the room

Everyone knows he likes you, he literally exudes the 'I like you' vibes at all times, and in the sweetest way possible

Slightly obsessive, but in the most endearing way possible <3

Sometimes he gets these out-of-fucking-nowhere loud-ass voice cracks??? THEY'RE SO CUTE???

Sways a bit to calm his nerves when he's with you

You just bet he's writing in his diary sum sad shit about how 'they'll never like me back...'

Blushes up to his ears when he embarrasses himself around you (You just make him uncouth, and he has no idea why)

Sometimes he'll trail off and blush, muttering "Er, but, anyways..." because your prettiness distracted him

Just rlly wants to kiss you until he runs out of breath :( <3

Gives you this melancholic longing look, as if he's hoping his eyes alone can confess his feelings

Okay I just rlly like the idea that he listens to Sweet Tooth by Cavetown and hums the line "I like you... say it back"

His confession is def an accident; he blurts it out all at once

"I, you know, just... I like you so much... more than anyone. I mean- I just- I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, sorry! I just can't help it."

After that he's pinching his eyes shut out of embarrassment

Eren

Oh he'll confess alright... if it's the bloody apocalypse lol

He's just too sensitive to rejection to confess to you, and he doesn't want to ruin your friendship because he cherishes it so sincerely

Sometimes it feels like he's trying to eat you with his eyes. Gives you very intense gazes, like his eyes are blazing, leaving you to wonder if he likes you

But the second you start catching on, he notices, and throws curveballs to get you off the trail

Then you're all like ok maybe he doesn't like me in that way???

He's really quiet around you, which is bizarre, since Eren is always the loud-mouthed hot head who speaks his mind unashamedly

Honey idc what y'all think he has THE most unholy thoughts about his crush over all the AOT boys

Gets jealous so damn easily

Especially jealous over Jean and Armin being too friendly w you

You two started this inside joke about calling him 'daddy' (because he claimed the daddy kink was 'cringe') and, oh boy, his heart flutters whenever you joke around and call him daddy

He HATES hugs... but he gives you hugs <3 And long ones, too

That's all for this post, bye sweeties!

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secret notes part 4: dandelions

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Your closest friends find out about your secret life as The Lonely Avenger.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none, really [but in case i missed something, please let me know!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love, mutual pining, reader in denial

If there was one thing that Natasha could bet on, it was that you were a creature of habit. Every morning, you would reach for your little pink mug with the kindly fuck off lettering on the side and make yourself a cafe mocha with white chocolate syrup. On the days that you were lacking in sleep, that would suddenly become the strongest black coffee on hand in the tower.

And you'd been consistently drinking black coffee every other Sunday morning for the last two months.

It was this pattern that had her ready to grill you this fine Saturday morning, seeing that you were wearing a gray sundress with wedges, your hair and makeup done in such a way that suggested…

"Are you seeing someone, Y/N?" she blurted out as you were making your white chocolate mocha for the morning. She hid a smirk as she heard the unmistakable sound of Loki choking on his cup of tea as he heard her question. You turned around, facing her with wide eyes, clearly hiding something. "Pretty dress, heels, you actually did your hair and put on makeup. You're making an effort for something. Or someone. Spill. Tell me everything about him." You raised an eyebrow at her. "Or her…"

"Drop it, Nat," you answered her cautiously, spurring her questioning even further. "Can't I just want to not look like a mess and a half? Actually put in an effort to look like a person instead of a hermit who spends her free time tapping around on the internet and watching videos of cute little animals the whole day?"

"Darling, it is a compliment to the hermits if you believe you resemble them in your form of, as you've worded it, 'a mess and a half'." He raised his cup in your direction and you gave him a soft smile in return, ducking your head as you took a sip from your coffee to hide your blush.

"So…there's no date?" the Russian spy kept prodding you. "You really expect me to believe that you put in all this effort…for fun?" You shrugged, giving neither a confirmation nor a denial. Just like you did every time someone asked you about how differently you dressed up every other Saturday. "But you are going out somewhere today, right, babes? Because there's no way you expect me to believe that you did all this and you're just staying in the tower all day."

"No you're right, babes, I am going somewhere," you replied casually. "Just running some errands that's all. Might pass by for some groceries on my way back. Any special requests?" You pointed your hand in Loki's direction. "I already know, another box of your tea." The dark-haired god looked like he was just about to raise his hand in your direction as you said the words, making him break out in a smile Natasha suspected he didn't intend to ever show around others, except perhaps you.

"If we're still making cupcakes for St Patrick's Day…" she trailed off. Your only response was to tap your nose and then point your finger in her direction. "You're the best, babes."

"Oh I know," you shot back with a wink. "I guess I'll see you all again…tonight."

They watched as you practically skipped out of the kitchen, your jolly mood still jarring even Natasha. She was so convinced that you were seeing someone but if you really were, you would've told her and Wanda already. By now they should be sick of hearing how good you were getting dicked down on a regular basis; they should be stewing with "I want that, too" energy.

But you were silent. You were coy. This wasn't a new relationship. This was something else. And as your best friend, she thought it was only right to make sure that you were being careful with whatever this outlet of yours was. So the expert spy did what all expert spies did, and what all best friends did.

She followed you.

The establishment she found your car parked outside of was one you'd never gone to before, at least not with either of your closest friends. She would know, and after a quick text to Wanda, she confirmed that the sorceress had never been there, either. "A rented recording studio?" she thought to herself. "What're you up to, Y/N?"

Natasha walked up to the fresh out of college receptionist at the counter, his eyes widening as he immediately recognized her. "H-Hi, Miss Romanoff. I'm a huge fan."

"Thanks…" She eyed the name tag on the boy. "Lance." She stifled a chuckle at the bright smile that colored his face at the mention of his name. "A friend of mine told me to meet her here but--"

"Oh say no more. You mean Miss Potts, right?" She tilted her head at him. "Yeah. Miss Morgan Potts, at least that's the name she gives when she makes her reservation. She's in Booth 3, last one down that hall." He pointed her in the direction of the hall closest to them. "There's a listening room. Door to your right."

"Thank you so much, Lance." She walked towards the listening room and stepped inside, bracing herself for what ever secret you could have been harboring. A lot of possibilities were running through her head. Gossip podcast about the team? No, you would never betray them like that. Audio pornos? She definitely thought your voice could go that direction if you really wanted to. Narrating children's books? Complete opposite of the other option, but she could still see it.

What Natasha wasn't prepared for, however, was hearing the voice of The Lonely Avenger in the listening room, recording a song that hadn't been uploaded on the internet yet. And when she looked through the two-way mirror inside the room, she saw you singing into the microphone. A smile started forming on her face.

You were The Lonely Avenger. You were confessing your feelings for Loki on the internet and nobody knew it was you. You'd stopped recording your song, so Natasha turned on the mic from her side of the room and started clapping. "Bravo, babes."

It was just a bit after lunch when Morgan was greeted by Wanda as the little girl walked into the kitchen to swipe a packet of pop tarts from Thor's stash. "Hi Auntie Wanda."

Wanda was currently munching on a bowl of cereal and listening to The Lonely Avenger's channel once more, trying to narrow down why the voice sounded so familiar not just to Tony and Loki, but also to herself. It felt like a voice that she should know.

Could she have been hearing on the radio? One of those television personalities that they come across when winding down in the common area?

"I love it when Auntie Y/N sings," Morgan commented. "She's like a Disney princess," the little girl said as she put her pop tarts in the toaster.

The sorceress froze at her words. "What did you say, baby Morgan?"

"Auntie Y/N. She sings to me all the time. That's her. You're listening to her singing."

"Baby Morgan, you are a genius." The smaller Stark smiled brightly at her. "Why don't you come with me later and we can all talk to Auntie Y/N about what you just told me." She nodded her little head excitedly.

A few hours later, Wanda and Morgan heard you walk in to the common area, setting down grocery bags as they were playing their third game of Uno. "Ah, Y/N, Natasha, welcome back you two," she greeted you both. You waved as you started setting aside the ingredients you'd be using for cupcakes in a few weeks. "Morgan and I want to talk to you later, Y/N. Natasha, you should probably hear this, too."

"Uh huh, sure."

Once you and Nat were done, Wanda led you to a small meeting room where you all sat down, Morgan perched on her lap so that the child could see you all above the table. "Y/N, we know you're The Lonely Avenger."

"Oh. That. Natasha already knows," you deadpanned as Wanda dropped the bomb on you. "How did you find out, though?"

Wanda motioned toward the child in her lap. "She knows your singing voice."

"I knew you were the singing lady on the YouTubes!" Morgan squealed in your direction. "You like Prince Loki!" You couldn't help but smile at her excitement, imagining that to her, it was like a Disney movie coming to life. "Now both of you won't be lonely anymore!"

"No, baby, that's not how it works." You struggled to find a way to explain it to her. "In order for us to have the Disney happy ending, that would mean that we both like each other. That's--that's not what's happening, sweetie. This…this is real life. It's not Disney. I wish it was."

Wanda and Nat exchanged a look that you didn't quite understand, but then the Sokovian shrugged and said, "So you seem hell bent on keeping this channel of yours a secret. What do you need?"

You were struck with an unfamiliar emotion to you. Part of you expected that they'd be itching to tell the rest of the team straight away, but instead…"You're going to help me?"

"Duh," Natasha answered, lightly shoving your side. "What did you think we were gonna do? Run outside going 'Hey Laufeyson, guess what? Y/N's your mystery lark, do with that information what you will'? We're your best friends, you idiot. Your secret is our secret until you decide that you don't want it to be a secret anymore."

"Or until I have definitive proof that Loki likes you back, which in that case, all bets will be off and I will go rogue and play Cupid for you two since you seem to be determined on denying yourself happiness even though he literally kissed you already, you absolute dummy."

"Wait, Prince Loki kissed Auntie Y/N??" Morgan squealed again, and you only answered with a small nod. "Auntie Wanda's right…you are a dummy."

You feigned shock at Morgan's words, trying to keep the mood light and addressing your friends again. "I just need you to keep my cover. I don't know what that means yet, since I didn't exactly plan this out to be some big covert operation."

"Girls nights," Wanda offered. "We could go with you to that recording studio Nat tailed you to and the rest of the team would at least know that we're out together instead of you disappearing every other Saturday. That way there's no pattern, and you don't have to keep pretending you're seeing somebody named Lance. Honestly Y/N, of all the names, it's so…bland."

"Oh no, Wan, Lance is quite real. I met him," Natasha teased, making the sorceress' eyes widen. "It's just that our little babes here isn't seeing him, per se. He's just the guy she talks to for making her reservations. So 'thanks Lance I'll see you on Saturday' was setting an appointment, not a date."

"That's rich," Wanda giggled. "Let's use that…sparingly. But for now we can break your recording pattern and reserve on off days so that you don't spend the entire day in the booth, and it's harder for people to suspect something happening with you since your pattern's changing."

You felt like you were drowning in this overwhelming sense of comfort, as if there was a weight lifted off your shoulders now that you didn't have to carry this secret alone. Now you had people in your corner; turned out you always did. You never actually had to face all this alone.

You looked at the little girl on Wanda's lap again, holding out your pinky to her. "Morgan, baby, nobody outside this room can know about this, okay? Not even your father. Promise?"

Morgan made a show of mulling over her decision, looking so much like Tony in that moment.

"She'll make you the flower girl at her and Prince Loki's wedding if you keep her secret now," Natasha teased, making the little girl squeal and throw her tiny body across the table to lock her pinky with yours.

"I PROMISE!"

A/N: Once again, Morgan Stark coming at us with the cold hard facts. Like how YN is a dummy, but we knew that already.

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.12

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

Before you read: I had some major problems with this chapter. Therefore, I would be very grateful if some of you could give me your opinions or criticism.

My body is heavy. I've never done anything so stupid. Now I know why the books always said methods like this should not be used unless necessary. It might have been wiser to put off the bet until I could at least try to rebuild my body. But of course, as the idiot I am, I have to do it like this!

"Shit, I'm about to throw up!" I blurt out as a particularly bad wave of nausea washes over me.

Dry heaving I try my best to keep everything in, not wanting to leave all I had to endure for nothing.

“Here, drink this.“

Corey's sudden voice almost made me lose focus and throw up.

Without a question or making a sound, I grabbed what he gave me and slammed it down even faster. Oddly enough, the nausea was gone within a minute. Thankfully, I turn to him with a bright smile, but for a strange reason, his face seems somber.

He holds his hand up to stop me from talking like he always has since his brother and I became friends. "Don't thank me. You will feel drowsy-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, I felt something strange happening. My head starts spinning. Very quickly, my eyes closed until darkness was all I could see. However, when I open my eyes again, something warm surrounds me. I try to move my head, but something is holding it.

A hand adorned with a soft glove gently lays me on a comfortable bed. Immediately, Corey's sharp features appear in my field of vision. I open my mouth to ask him what's going on. But he only put one finger to his mouth.

“Your grandfather thought you would do something so stupid,” Corey mused. "He ordered me not to intervene and to give you the potion instead." He shifted a little uncomfortably on his feet. "You'll sleep for a few days, hopefully just until your bet with the two directors begins."

I try to hit him, to throw curses at his head for serving my grandfather and not me. I will never forget this betrayal in my life. But I couldn't do anything.

“The old king has high hopes for you to show people the renewed power of your elusive family. And I will watch over you and protect you all the way, even now when you sleep. So go into the world of dreams knowing that you are safe!”

He kissed the top of my head, brushed away a few strains of hair, and closed my eyes for me.

I could hear him walking away but not leaving the room. Even if I feel betrayed by one of my closest confidants, I still trust that he will not hurt me or allow anyone else to hurt me while I sleep.

Soon, darkness pulled me reassuringly back into its arms, this time with happy chatter.

Soon, I'm wandering through a world of my own making and seeing my dream version of my life, with a family that still has feelings towards me, especially love.

Only this time, I didn't experience it myself. I'm just watching it from the sidelines.

***

“You never really wanted your life to be like this.”

It is a statement I have often thought about myself, but hearing it from someone other than me seems to carry more weight.

I didn't turn my head to look at the voice because I already knew who was standing next to me. The same being I talked to in the hidden room deep in the palace I once called home.

“We both know that neither of us knows exactly what I want. Maybe I want this to be the reality, or maybe the darkness and blood I had to wander through have always been what I wanted. Both are possible."

Barely out of the side of my eye, I could see him turn entirely to face me, his elliptical pupils staring holes into me. But contrary to what I expected, he didn't become aggressive. Instead, he started chuckling.

“Even now, you’re trying to be mysterious.”

His warm hand touched the side of my face closest to him. All I could do was shudder. But the warmth of his flesh was quickly replaced by the cold of the scales on the back of his hand. A cold sweat rushed all over my body. I know very well that he could smell the fear on me.

“You’re still afraid of me. Hmmm. What could I do?” he asks himself out loud.

It terrifies me even more. Who the fuck does this shit?

I still didn't dare look at him properly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see him acting the part as if he was thinking of a solution. Much longer than necessary.

But then his eyes suddenly jumped back to me. It scared me so much that I jumped in my standing position. I didn't dare take a step away from him, as he had reprimanded me the last time we met.

“I bestow a blessing upon you!” he finally announces.

It is so out of character for this creature that I felt forced to turn to him for the first time.

But before I could do that, he was already standing in front of me and placed a gentle kiss on the middle of my forehead. Just when I thought it was all over, he suddenly started muttering words that I couldn't understand. Not cause they are spoken quietly but because the language is unknown to me. I always thought these beings were the ones who gave us our tongue, but apparently, I've been wrong my whole life. This would also be true for most scholars.

“Remember these words, little prince. One day, you will know their meaning, and the truth of the stars will reveal itself to you.”

Confused, I could only stand there and feel his presence disappear. I quickly turn around before he fully vanished. All I could see is his back, his silver scales that protect every part of it, and his hair, which is the same color and texture as mine.

“What blessing did you bestow upon me?” I called after him so loudly that I thought the dream would respond to it.

But when my question reaches him, he already disappears into sand-like dust. I could only see his eyes and lips, the rest of his body hidden behind his long, smooth hair. 'Follow the whispers,' he mouthed in my direction.

It left me stunned how he dissolved into sand and disappeared into the air. Left behind, I could only let my gaze wander over the beautiful, lush landscape surrounding the palace where I was born and raised.

What could he mean that I should follow the whispers? What whispers?

Amid my pondering, a ball suddenly falls at my feet. My body moves by itself and takes the ball into my left hand. After I picked up the ball, I was immediately confronted with its color: a blue leather ball. When I turned it over, I could see what I had already expected: my family's crest embroidered on it.

My family coat of arms: A gray background with a shield. The inside of it is an icy blue, its outer layer dark and with a black border. A silver snake slithers along the edge of the shield. In the middle sits a light brown animal, the legendary beast Bulderwick, whose massive claws can tear continents apart and whose fur protects it from all external harm. But the most frightening thing is its blind eyes. Even without sight, it can see the truth behind a person's words.

If the legends are true, the first of my ancestors made a pact with this beast so that it wouldn't further destroy their shared planet. Since then, no head of my family has been allowed to lie. It would explain why many did not speak for long periods or never spoke a word during their reign.

As I look up at the child, my eyes widen for a second. It's just strange to see Tristan standing in front of me like a little child again. He was such a sweet kid, too, so reserved and polite.

In the distance, I could see myself arguing with Tristan's older brother, Corey, like we always did.

“Of course,” I answer with a cheerful smile.

I slowly put the ball in his hand without touching him. Knowing it is safe in his little hand, I pull my arm back just as slowly. But before I could sit up the child, Tristan, suddenly tugged on my arm with his free hand.

The once utopian surroundings are shrouded in darkness, the moon red as blood. Everyone around us lay dead and mutilated except for my body. My body was gone.

Perplexed by what has happened, I continue to look around: the lush and rich landscape I have always been so fond of is burning, the mountains are destroyed, and the lakes and rivers are dried up.

The grip on my arm tightened and started to hurt me quite a bit. “Ah, that hurts!” I finally scream.

I turn back to the child. But there was no longer a child, and it wasn't Tristan.

Suddenly, a bloody Corey stands before me, his sword from its scabbard. “I will never forgive you!” he shouts, ramming his sword into my stomach. "You monster! You killed them all!" He screams even louder, only for blood to spurt from his mouth.

I look down in horror. There, I could see my body covered in blood, holding a sword I had never seen before. The weapon is drinking the blood of those I seemingly had just killed.

“Master,” it whispers, “We are not finished yet. We still have so much more to destroy, to kill!”

***

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream suddenly pulls me away from what is happening before me. Instead of the terrible sight of my homeworld in ashes, I suddenly find myself sitting on the bed I fell asleep in. It didn't sink in right away. But when it did, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“It was just a dream,” I murmur quietly. The shock of the situation slowly wears off.

"A dream. It was just a dream," I repeat like a mantra. I put my hands on my forehead, both covered in sweat. My head throbs in pain, and my whole body hurts.

“What happened?” I ask no one in particular.

A grumble from the side makes me jump in fear. Wasting no time, I scurry to the wall furthest from the noise without looking in that direction.

The events from my dreams flooded back to my mind all at once: The betrayal, the blood. Was it really just a dream? Or a vision? Great sorcerers, fairies, mages, witches, and all others can involuntarily slip through a crack in the void where time does not exist. Some can see the past, while others can see what happened at this very moment where they are, and others can see one of many possible futures. I saw my bloodied body. I was taller in that dream than I am now, hardened by more war. So, a possible future?

"Your Royal Highness?"

The sudden voice interrupted my thoughts. Another wave of fear, this time mixed with deep betrayal, hits my senses. There's Corey with worry all over his face. All I can think about is the anger and pain I saw on the face of the Corey in my dream - or whatever it was - who stabbed my stomach with his sword.

After receiving no response from me, Corey, foolish as his entire bloodline is, takes a step towards me.

“Don’t!” I warn him, not loudly, but firmly. All the blood was pouring from my face. I don't want to see the future I had seen. Even though I hate most of my family, what they did to our home and me. But I would never bring death and destruction to innocent people.

Corey suddenly stopped. Confusion spread across his face, replacing his concern. Even though he doesn't say anything at first, I can read his face better than he seems to think.

“You should prepare yourself. Director Saladin almost postponed the training camp until next week because you haven't woken up yet. But I assured him that you would wake up soon enough.”

I scoff at his words. But it finally makes me realize that this is reality and that whatever I have seen could still be stopped if it really was a vision and not some foolish dream.

For some reason, Corey thought this to be a good time to reach out to me again. However, I don't want to know anything about it. With all the authority my powers give me, I push him back toward the door.

“Get out!” I tell him sternly. But he doesn't move. I roll my eyes, my patience finally running out.

As I snap my fingers, magical particles surround me. With a single thought, my body is clean, and my clothes have changed. All hidden behind a layer of magic. But as soon as I wore other clothes, the veil disappeared and showed me to Corey again.

As the light faded, I could see Corey's eyes widen. “Now, let’s get this over with. So you can tell your master everything that happened.”

“Wha-“

“Shut up, Corey," I interrupt his attempt to appear innocent, “I don’t want to hear it.”

Trembling with fury, I raise my voice: "I will never understand why everyone still bows down to my old grandfather. In a few years, he will be dead, and I will rule."

Corey could clearly see fury building within me. Maybe he even knows that some of it is directed at him. “I swore an oath never to forget those who stood by me and those who did not.”

"But I'm not-"

“Silencia Incarnia!“

Corey just stands there in shock. His mouth opens, and to my delight, no sound comes out. A sigh of relief passes my lips. Silence. Even if the spell only works for a few hours, I will cherish those, possibly forever.

I have no idea why, but his role in the vision is particularly painful. His words hurt so damn much, even though none of it happened and maybe never will. At least as long as I figure out what will bring this darkness over me.

I blissfully ignore his presence and leave the room, fresher than ever, in casual clothes, as no one knows where I will study for the next few years. So, no Fountain Academy uniform or whatever they wear in Alfea.

Since I have no idea where to go, I wander the halls and look at everything there is to see. I admire paintings and wonder who the people in them are. Further into the corridors, I find still good weapons hanging on the walls. Why would they use functioning weapons as decoration?

Things get even stranger inside the building. After many corners, I suddenly find myself in a massive library. Why does a soldiers' school need so many books? But there is no one I could ask. What a pity.

Stepping forward to a railing, I let my gaze wander over the many bookshelves about eight floors up and at least as many down.

“I wish Galan would be here with me. He would love to see so many books,” I murmur quietly, the sadness clearly audible in my voice.

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Flustered - PT2

PT1 || PT2 || PT3

Ran x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW (not this chapter, but putting it here for the subsequent chapter)

Tags (for entire fic): Teasing, Voyeurism, Light Dom/sub, Master/Pet, Light Bondage, Impact Play, Dom Ran, sub Reader, Blindfolds, Begging, Praise Kink, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Scratching, Ice Play, Vibrators, Orgasm Delay, Aftercare

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: PT1: 3 times Ran definitely made you flustered And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)

PT2 and PT3: After losing a bet with Ran, their resulting “prize” leads to precisely the thing you’ve been dreading. But worse than that, it’s also precisely the thing you’ve been craving.

AN: Already on AO3, just finally getting it on here.

You enter The Last Drop in hopes of a good drink despite it being barely past noon. What fool wouldn't take advantage of the free drinks Silco allows his best goons?

While making your way to the bar you scan the room. Most of Silco's crew seems to have had the same idea. Nearly all of them are drinking and partaking in some form of entertainment. Your survey comes to a halt when your eyes fall on Ran. They are watching you, unabashedly conspicuous, while arm wrestling one of the newest recruits. He's a tiny, pathetic thing. Granted he is only an accountant or something of that nature. Don't exactly need muscles for that. Still, it seems unfair that he's been pitted against Ran. Especially when Ran is using their metal hand.

You quickly turn away from their gaze and take a seat at the bar.

You've been trying to avoid Ran as of late. The last several encounters you've had with them had left you feeling rather… well, flustered. There had been far too many situations, words, and touches to be considered simply coincidental . Ran was very clearly toying with you, and enjoying it. But that's not even the worst part of it. What’s worse is the fact that you can't deny just how much you enjoyed it. As much as you hate to admit it, even to yourself, that brothel incident has been playing on repeat in your mind ever since it went down just a few weeks ago.

Attention back to the present, you spot Thieram busy cleaning and prepping for the night, his back turned to you.

"Hey! What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" You holler, knowing damn well you're going to startle his skittish ass.

Sure enough, he jumps, nearly dropping the stack of glasses in his hands. He curses quietly before turning to face you with a worried look.

"Oh, hey. Yeah. One second. Let me just-" he stammers.

"You're fine," you laugh, watching in amusement as he stumbles and sets the glasses down on the shelves beneath the bar.

"Boss says we need to cool it on the expensive stuff. Unless you pay," He explains when he comes to stand across from you. “What can I get you?”

"Get me whatever is the best not expensive shit you have," You request with a roll of your eyes and air quotes for emphasis.

"Okay. Sure.”

When Thieram turns to grab your drink, you spin in your seat to watch the room again. Unfortunately, your eyes seem to immediately gravitate toward Ran. If you didn't know any better, you'd think perhaps you actually like putting yourself into uncomfortable situations. Because- as you would expect- they immediately lock eyes with you while scooping up their winnings. Their poor, defeated opponent hangs his head to hide from the jeers of several onlookers, but neither you nor Ran so much as give him a passing glance.

A lump forms in your throat when Ran rises from their seat, gaze still on you, and heads in your direction.

You immediately turn back toward the bar, silently praying you won’t somehow end up in another situation where you’re left completely hot and bothered.

Janna, when did you become so fucking nervous?

Said deity seems to take at least a bit of pity on you. Thieram brings you your drink- a distraction- just as Ran takes a seat next to you.

"Thanks," you blurt out and grab the glass, perhaps a bit too quickly and obviously as it sloshes and spills over the edge when you bring it to your mouth. Not even bothering to first taste what he's given you, you throw it back in one go.

"Thirsty?" Ran teases with a tiny crooked grin.

You choke and sputter like a damn idiot as the burn of what is definitely a cheap hard liquor runs down your throat. And fuck , you swear you can already feel it setting your stomach aflame too.

Ran raises the brow not covered by their choppy hair, but that little grin returns the moment you somewhat pull yourself together.

"Ha!" You force a laugh. "Just really needed a drink. To relax." Your cheeks burn nearly as hot as your throat under Ran's unwavering gaze. "Can I get another?" You yell to Thieram. As if you couldn’t make yourself look any worse, you're so flustered and busy watching Ran that you don't immediately realize he's still standing right in front of you, watching your absurd behavior with equal concern.

"You- you sure about that?" He asks with an awkward laugh.

At least you’re not the only person failing at socialization.

"Sorry," you murmur, "Yes."

You stare in his direction as he takes your glass to refill it, but you're not really watching. Instead, you try to calm yourself and come up with something to say to Ran to break the now unnerving silence.

"So how much did you make from taking advantage of the poor sap?" You ask and hope Ran doesn't notice how your voice wavers. Maybe you can blame it on chugging that sump-flavored drink.

"Taking advantage?" Ran asks with a short, airy laugh.

A laugh that has you recalling their taunting that night at the brothel.

You adjust in your seat without realizing it, trying to ease the ache that memory drives between your thighs.

"Yeah. That guy is tiny and you used your metal hand. Not fair." You point out.

Thieram returns with your drink and you give him a nod in thanks before taking a much more tolerable sip this time. "You should be challenging someone of equal strength.”

You realize your mistake far too late, but you still pray that Ran does not take the bait you just inadvertently dangled in front of their face. But as you attempt to hide your surprised expression behind your glass, Ran latches on and pulls you under.

"Like you?" They tease.

Shit. Shit-shit-shit.

Now you're left with a difficult decision. Do you lie and say you're too weak to take Ran on and fall victim to endless taunting and teasing over it, or do you agree and let them drag you into a match that requires extended physical contact?

Maybe if you play it cool, and don’t sound too arrogant…

“Well, I mean I’d be more of a challenge than him,” you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible.

Ran makes a humming sound that could arguably be either an indifferent acknowledgment, or a mocking laugh.

Side-eying them as you take another sip of your drink, it would appear- much to your chagrin- it’s the latter.

With a cocky smirk, Ran leans in close to your ear to quietly taunt, “Prove it.”

The words don’t sink in immediately. Not when you’re too preoccupied with trying- and failing- to control the way your body reacts to the feeling of their warm breath tickling your ear. The tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand on end and you shiver involuntarily.

“Cold again?” Ran teases as they straighten up to grin down at you and your obvious discomfort.

“Yeah,” you mumble and take another drink. You can feel Ran’s expectant gaze hot on your face.

What had they said? …

Prove it.

DAMNIT!

No getting out of this now.

“Fine,” you grunt before throwing back the rest of your liquid courage and slamming the glass down on the counter. Without so much as a glance at Ran, you abruptly stand up and rush over to the table Ran had just vacated minutes ago.

You take a seat where the new guy had sat and watch, anxiously, as Ran strolls over wearing that goddamn sexy little smirk on their face.

Wait- Sexy?

No. No, you do NOT find it sexy. Just arrogant. Nothing more. The two of you are just… associates. Co-workers. There’s no underlying attraction .

And yet those memories of the brothel have been plaguing your mind nearly every night while you lie alone in your bed. And every time- every single time - you end up slipping a hand beneath your underwear to–

“A bet?” Ran asks as they sit down.

Ran’s voice rips you from your thoughts, although once again you don’t process their words right away.

“What?”

“Let’s make it a bet,” Ran replies, grin spreading wider.

Fuck.

“Oh- Okay. What are we betting?”

Please say coins .

“Winner’s choice.”

“What?!” you ask incredulously. “Like- anything at all?”

Ran nods.

This can NOT end well .

Unknowingly, you chew on your bottom lip as the tension ratchets up yet another notch. How do you always manage to get into these situations with Ran? And why the hell isn’t that sorry excuse for alcohol kicking in yet?

Ran rests their elbow on the table and extends their metal hand, palm open. Their brow raises expectantly. “You in?”

You clear your throat, then give Ran a nod. “Of course.”

As you wipe your clammy hand off on the side of your pants, you hope Ran doesn’t take notice. Elbow propped on the table, you take Ran’s metal hand in yours and start to count down.”

“3-”

Ran’s plump, dark lips curl into a devious smile.

That damn lump returns to your throat.

“2-”

Ran locks equally mischievous eyes with yours.

A bead of sweat starts to form along your hairline.

“1.”

You don’t hold back, putting all your strength into squeezing and pushing against their metal appendage. Attention now on where your hands are clasped together, you don’t realize Ran is still watching your expression in apparent amusement. You’re just as oblivious to how they are clearly not exerting all their effort.

You gain a small distance, pushing their hand just a bit closer to the table.

“You really want to win, hm?” Ran taunts, tone smooth and unaffected.

That’s when you realize they’re not giving it their all.

Eyes darting to Ran’s face, you find them looking entirely too relaxed. Meanwhile, your brows are furrowed deeply in concentration and you’re sweating fucking bullets. Granted the latter is from more than just your effort. Your damn nerves are setting your body aflame as well.

Ran puts a bit more into it, forcing your hand to the other side of the table.

“What the fuck Ran?” you squawk. Janna, even your voice is cracking from the strain.

“You’re holding back, aren’t you?” you demand. At least this time you seem to have a little better control of your voice. Then you can fucking feel them back off a bit and allow you to take the lead again.

Ran releases a breathy laugh through their nose. “Equal strength, hm?” they taunt. And then they take a large lead, bringing your hand a mere hairsbreadth away from the table.

You adjust in your chair, your body almost instinctively trying to force you to stand. To get that extra leverage. Cause fuck if you want to let them win. There’s no telling what they’ll make you do.

“Fuck you,” you grit out as you strain to keep your knuckles from hitting the table. You gain just the tiniest amount back, ignoring how your arm muscles burn and scream in protest while you push your limits.

Ran chuckles. And it’s an almost arrogant, throaty, and undeniably sinful sort of laugh. Not their typical puff of air sort of laugh.

And then just like that- you completely lose your concentration, your strength, and then the goddamn bet .

Ran slams your knuckles down against the table hard enough you’re certain it will leave bruises, but that’s the least of your concerns.

Having forgotten the two of you were not alone in the bar, you nearly jump from your seat at the sudden uproar of cheering and laughing. You quickly scan the room to find every one of its occupants watching the two of you.

If you somehow manage to make it out alive from whatever Ran has in store for you, you swear you’ll find a way to make them pay for this. Shoulders slumped in defeat, you slowly turn back to face Ran. Their attention has not strayed from you despite all the hoopla.

“So what will it be?” you sigh exaggeratedly, “Claim your prize.”

Ran’s lips curl into another one of those impish smirks, and your stomach sinks.

Janna, have mercy on me.

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Old Friends, New Lovers? Part 3

MODERN!HAGANEZUKA HOTARU X FEM!READER

Summary: The weekend is over and it's time to return to work at the Academy. Though, you and Haganezuka have decided to make a big move on your fresh relationship.

Warnings: Cursing, Kissing, Suggestive

A/N: Modern!AU, Female Reader, Teacher Reader, Teacher Haganezuka, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Hinasturu Uzui, Makio Uzui, Suma Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

The weekend passed and you and Haganezuka returned to work on Monday after fucking like rabbits for the last two days. The two of you acted like nothing was different, but your colleagues and friends could tell something was off.

"Did you guys fuck?" Tengen straight up blurted and you frowned and blushed as you looked aside, "It's none of your business…"

"Yes." Haganezuka said and you looked at him in shock and horror, "Haganezuka!"

"I knew it!" Tengen laughed as he looked at Sanemi, "Pay up!"

Sanemi growled as he dug out his wallet and you looked at your colleagues in shock, "Wait, you bet on us?!"

"Haganezuka said he would take you home so we agreed on a little bet." The art teacher chuckled as he pocketed the money Sanemi gave him. You frowned as you turned to glare at your lover but he was paying no attention, his focus on paperwork before him.

"Haga-!" You were saying when the bell rang, signaling that the school day was starting. You growled as you got up and left, your class no doubt waiting for you already.

The morning passed as you taught your class until lunch hour when you visited the school's canteen and bought yourself something to eat. As you paid, you noticed three sets of eyes looking at you. Tengen's wives and your friends. You raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner, "What, is there something on my face?"

"Just a happy smile." Hinasturu chuckled and you blushed as you frowned stubbornly, "Shut up…"

"So?" Suma smiled and you glanced at him, "So?"

"Are you and Haganezuka now a thing?" Makio asked and you sighed. You knew rumors would spread, but you didn't expect them to move this quickly.

"More or less…" You admitted and the three women smiled happily, "Congratulations!"

"Thanks…" You blushed a little in embarrassment.

"Now that you guys are finally together, are you guys going to move in together?" Suma asked and your blush didn't go anywhere. You frowned as you remembered the talk you had with Haganezuka the last day. Slowly, you nodded, "Yes…"

"Great! Unlike those other guys you saw, the two of you make a good couple!" Makio nodded and you felt your blush grow worse as you tried to control it, "Thanks…?"

"How did your landlords feel about it?" Hinatsuru asked and you nodded as you recalled your and his phone calls to your own landlords.

"Haganezuka talked with his landlord and she was okay with me moving in with him. Mine was a little sad to see me leave but he promised not to charge me rent for the rest of the month." You replied and the wives shared glances as they registered your words.

"Wait, so when are you moving?" Makio asked and you felt embarrassment wash over you as you whispered, "This weekend."

"So soon?!"

"Haganezuka was stubborn about it." You nodded with a small stubborn blush on your cheeks, "And I didn't really have anything against it…"

The wives shared knowing smiles with each other and then looked at you.

"Do you guys need some help with moving your stuff?" Hinatsuru asked and you blinked in shock as you looked at the three women, "Y- You would help me?"

"Of course! We are friends, right?" Suma nodded and Makio added, "Tengen and other teachers will also help!"

"T- Thank you…!" You were really speechless. You knew you had friends, but you didn't know they were that good. You and the women quickly shared some information about the time and place and when you would need their help. Once you were done talking, you thanked your friends before rushing to the teacher's office to eat your lunch.

You weren't surprised to see other teachers in there eating their own lunches as they usually would. You sat by your desk and opened your lunch box, but before you could take a bite, Kyojuro rushed to you, "Young lady, I wasn't able to say it this morning but congratulations!"

"Thank you?" You thanked, "But why?"

"Why, you and Haganezuka are a couple now and moving in together!" The cheerful teacher said and you turned to glare at your lover across the room, but the masked man completely ignored your glare.

You growled in annoyance, but you quickly took a couple of calming breaths and smiled at Kyojuro, "Thank you. It's going to take a second to get used to."

"Speaking of that, do you need help with moving?"

"Funny that you asked because Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma just asked the same thing." You replied and the art teacher heard his name being mentioned and glanced at you guys, "What was that?"

"Your wives offered to help me with moving." You replied, "They also said you guys would help."

"If my wives went and said so then that's what we are going to do." Tengen laughed in a good manner and you were stunned how effortlessly he had agreed to help when his wives were mentioned.

"I can help also!" Kyojuro smiled and one by one other teachers started to offer their aid for you two. You were honestly stunned by how kind and helpful your colleagues were but of course they were. They were amazing people through and through.

The week passed and you would use the free time you had outside work to pack your stuff and get things sorted by Saturday when you were supposed to move from your small apartment to live with your lover.

You had already been in contact with the postal office about the change in your address and such so all the preparations were done.

Now you just had to get your stuff to Haganazeuka's place and return the key to your current and soon-to-be former apartment. The clock was quarter past twelve when you heard the doorbell ring and you rushed to open the door and you were greeted by your colleagues and friends.

"Hi there!" Tengen was first to greet you with his wives by his side, "We are here to help you move!"

"Thank you so much, you guys!" You smiled as you stepped aside to let them into your apartment, "Everything is sorted in cardboard boxes and labeled."

"Great, that will make our work easier," Sanemi grunted as he grabbed the first box he saw, and one by one your friends grabbed boxes also. Kyojuro looked around your vacant apartment, "Where are your couch, bed, and other stuff?"

"Oh, I sold them. Haganezuka said he has everything I might need." You replied as you bent down to pick the first box full of books, "By the way, where is that man?"

"Here," You turned and saw your lover step inside, dead last. You looked at him and pouted, "You're late. Where were you?"

"Just signed some last papers with the landlord. I came here as soon as I could." He replied as he grabbed a box from the pile and you huffed as all of you started to carry stuff downstairs. You were really, no, extremely grateful for your friends and colleagues helping you because you didn't own a car, and renting a moving van would have been very pricey.

Thanks to Tengen's and others' cars you were actually able to take all your stuff to Haganezuka's place in one go. As you carried the last box from your apartment, you left the key inside with a small note where you thanked your landlord for the good years, and just like that, you moved out.

You were actually surprised at how much space Haganezuka had prepared for your stuff. You had your own closet for your clothes and an empty bookshelf just for your stuff. Though, you didn't recognize that bookshelf. While your friends carried boxes inside, you turned to your lover's side.

"Hotaru, is this a new bookshelf?"

"Yes?" He grunted and you pointed at the shelf, "When did you get it? It wasn't here yesterday when I came to sign some papers?"

"Does it matter?"

"Wait…" You gasped quietly, "Were you late because you were putting this together for me?"

"Does it matter?" He repeated, but you noticed how he wasn't looking in your direction, and you realized that he was no doubt embarrassed by being caught for being thoughtful. You smiled a little as you put the box in your hands and hugged him from behind.

"Oi, let go," Haganezuka grunted and you hummed as you pressed your cheek against his back, "You're such a stubborn man, you know that?"

"Do you hate it?" He asked and you shook your head against his back, "Nope. Not at all."

The two of you stayed like that for a second and you fully enjoyed that second-!

"Hey you guys, if you're not too busy cuddling then there are still a couple of boxes left!" Sanemi shouted and you let go of Haganezuka who quickly rushed to head out and downstairs to pick up the boxes, "Leave them to me."

"Hold on, I'm coming also!" You quickly rushed after him and sure enough, there were only two boxes left of your stuff. You and your lover each grabbed one and you thanked your friends for all their help and waved as they left.

You and Haganezuka carried the last boxes inside and shut the door behind you, leaving you two alone. You huffed as you placed the box down and looked around, seeing nothing but boxes full of your stuff.

"This is going to take a minute to solve." You thought out loud.

"Then we better get started…" Haganezuka grumbled as he took off his mask, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and started to cut the tapes that kept the boxes shut.

You followed his example and the two of you started to unbox your stuff, starting from your books and such. You couldn't help but admire the shelf that Haganezuka had put together for you, secretly loving the sweet gesture from him as you slowly filled the said shelf with your books.

"Why the fuck do you have so many pillows?!" Haganezuka asked as he opened another box that was filled with pillows. You glanced at him over your shoulder as you replied, "Why not? I like pillows."

"Why the fuck this one is long?" He asked as he pulled out a huge pillow that filled one whole box itself.

"It's my body pillow." You said and he squinted his eyes at you, "What's that?"

"I hug it when I sleep." You replied and the man turned to glare at the pillow before he stuffed it back into the box and threw it over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You cried out, "What was that for?!"

"You don't need it anymore when you have me," He stated stubbornly, and you frowned, but you couldn't help the small blush that rose to your cheeks. You had him now.

The two of you worked hard to unload your stuff and finally, after hours of working together, the two of you were done, but boy, you two were tired as heck. The two of you collapsed on the couch and sighed deeply. Time passed and it was already dinner time, but the two of you were too lazy to make anything.

"I don't feel like cooking…" You groaned, "Let's order something."

Haganezuka grunted, "What do you want?"

"Pizza. Lots of pizza."

"I'll call Kanamori's place." Your lover reached for the phone and you quickly added, "And Cola! Order some Cola also!"

"Yeah yeah," He nodded as he looked at you, "What kind of pizza do you want?"

You told him your favorite pizza toppings and the man nodded as he dialed the familiar phone number and raised the phone to his ear.

"Kanamori? It's me. I wanna order. Yes, home delivery. Yes, same address." Haganezuka nodded as he talked with his best friend and you hummed as you looked at the empty boxes you would have to recycle.

"Hey, what did you say your toppings were again?" He suddenly asked and you repeated yourself and he repeated them to Kanamori on the other side of the phone.

"Okay, yes, you know my usual. Yes. I'll pay. Yes yes, see you soon." Haganezuka put his phone down and you raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Is Kanamori himself delivering the pizza?"

"No, he has this girl Kanjori deliver them." He replied and you blinked, "Mitsuri Kanjori? The sweet pink-haired girl we used to teach?"

"Same one." He nodded and you sighed, "We are getting old."

"Bullshit," Haganezuka grunted as he looked at you sitting there next to him, "You're still the prettiest woman I know."

You blushed and you averted your gaze from him, suddenly too shy to look at him properly since you knew that he wasn't a liar, no matter what.

"There isn't a man as handsome as you." You said back at him and he nodded, but you weren't done, "Or secretly as sweet as you."

That made Haganezuka growl silently and look aside as a soft blush rose to his cheeks. You grinned when you noticed him blush and suddenly you felt like teasing him.

"You're the cutest and sweetest man I know and I love you so much!" You laughed as you hugged his back and he growled, "Get off woman!"

"Make me!" You cackled and Haganezuka growled as he grabbed your hands that were wrapped around him and you yelped as he got up and took you with him.

"Hotaru!" You yelped as he easily carried you to your new shared bedroom and the man had the guts to throw you on the huge bed of his! You bounced on the soft bed and Haganezuka didn't waste time as he crawled on top of you and pinned you against the mattress.

"Who is laughing now?" He asked and you blinked, stunned by how close his face was to your own. You tried to keep eye contact but the intense look in his eyes made you weak.

"Stupid woman…!"

"Hey-!" You were cut off when he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you. Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly regained your senses and you let them close as you kissed him back.

Slowly the kiss turned more and more feral and lustful, your mouths opening and tongues dancing with each other. The kiss left you breathless and you gasped for air when Haganezuka pulled apart, but he didn't stop there. No, he kissed the crook of your neck, bit and sucked it, making you moan and-!

Suddenly the doorbell rang and you froze. Your dinner arrived but Haganezuka didn't show any signs of stopping.

"H- Hotaru, food is here!" You gasped and he growled as he bit harder into your neck, "Ignore it…!"

The doorbell rang again and you groaned as you tried to push your lover off but he was way stronger than you were.

"Hotaru, I'm hungry, can't we-!?"

"So am I…!"

No, you doubted that you were talking about the same hunger here now. You saw no other way, you raised your hands and let your fingers grace and flick over his sides.

The reaction was instant as Haganezuka burst out laughing and you couldn't help but giggle yourself as he fell limp on the side and you were freed.

"Take that," You giggled as you got up and grabbed your wallet on your way to the front door. You opened the door and saw the young pretty woman holding two huge pizza boxes.

"Mitsuri!" You smiled and the young woman smiled right back at you.

"Miss!" She said and you nodded happily, "Yes yes, how are you? Still studying?"

"Yep!" She nodded back, before offering you pizzas and the bottle of Cola. You reached for your wallet when she suddenly asked, "What's that mark on your neck?"

You blinked, confused but then you realized that Haganezuka must have left a mark on you.

"Ah, I think a bug maybe bit me!" You laughed as you took out the money and handed her the bills and a little extra, "You can keep the rest as a tip!"

"Thank you! Hopefully, we can see again soon!" The young woman smiled cheerfully as she pocketed the money and waved as she left, her next order already waiting for her. You smiled as you closed the door and strong arms wrapped around you.

"That was a nasty trick," Haganezuka said and you carefully jabbed him with your elbow, "Pizza is here."

"I can see that."

"Good, then let's go and eat." You said right back at him and the man groaned as he let go and the two of you went to eat, already making plans for the next day such as taking out the trash and doing grocery shopping.

You were a little nervous but way more excited to see where time would take you two.

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hi i asked abt zena and ani. I js wanted to say that their dynamic is my favorite thing in the world. how he’s so nonchalant abt everything and mysterious and her just wanting to crack him. im in love.

also. “ever shot a porno?” god kill me now. i need more of their banter. just the way they speak to each other is so 🫠

i’d love to see a more personal (wink wink) interview between them both.

thank you indy for blessing this earth with zenakin.

(also could i be 🪐)

this is so crazy cool to me tbh bcos i didnt write them together originally to have crazy sexual tension i just feel like i cant not imbue sexual tension into my writing. i love that you asked me about them and youve picked up on their dynamics. the prompt is a little too vague so i hope im doing it justice. also yes ofc you can be that emoji <3

"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." ZENA DAREN remarks smartly, a haughty curl to her lips at the sight of ANAKIN SKYWALKER sitting before her once again. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and she finds herself staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs from the movement. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and drops the bottle next to his chair leg.

"You are persistent, I'll give you that." he relents, and nods in subtle commendation. "Didn't even realize I had an agent until you relentlessly overwhelmed her with every trick in the book. Can't say I'm not impressed." Zena can't tell if this was another one of his signature dry jokes. Krayt House couldn't be so popular now that he wouldn't notice an entire person signing on to be his personal agent to coordinate events behind the scenes? How many papers has this guy signed to have not kept track of something like that? No, must be a joke. It's still taking considerable effort for her to nail this guy down. Like a Rubik's cube, she can't put it down until it's a clear solve.

Her pen points over the precipice of her clipboard. "You told her you weren't taking interviews anymore." The accusatory tone of voice utilized causes Anakin to raise his brows in mock offense.

"The series is over. Why should I?" he debates, sinking further back into his seat that unconsciously pushes out his hips. Those black pants hug him well, and Zena swallows. Additionally, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, swelling the muscle in a most please way. Cords of tendons lovingly tended to in the gym are on full display. At this point, she knows he's attractive— he has been all this time— but what would she expect from a professional porn star with his kind of experience under his belt? It won't go anywhere if she pursued it, but she's far more fascinated in him as a puzzle to solve.

"You neglected to mention to her that I would be an exception." She shrugs, as if it should be obvious, leaning her back against the chair as a snooty expression adorns her countenance.

He scoffs. "You think after a couple of links that you're an exception?"

"Out of the roster I'd say I'm the most consistent contestant. You agree to be on my show thirty-seven percent more than others on average."

Anakin tilts his head forward to peer at her through his brows curiously, "Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me, huh?" There he goes again, being that charming smooth-talker that can tongue-tie her in seconds. It's frustrating.

Warm color blooms on Zena's cheeks, and she rallies. The stumble is noted by her counter-part, who scans her vulnerable figure in her usual professional attire. Her legs crossed neatly over one another in a pencil skirt and heels is practically smoothed over as if his piercing blue gaze was a large hand. "That's not—"

"I get it." He pinches his shoulder to his neck with a sniff of his nose, swiping at it with his thumb as he glances to the side. "We both know you've got a little thing for me. Look, I was just showing up to do my job. It's not my fault you got the rights to me during the run of the series."

Without thinking, Zena blurts out, "Are you always so self-centered?"

The corner of his lips quirk up. "Only when it helps me get a read on my opponent." Once more, Zena is rendered speechless. She's been trying to decipher this guy since day one and all she's managed to do is grant him insider access to her own mind. Anakin takes advantage of her reticence, gesturing to her camera with an incline of his head and his curls bounce from the motion. "Forgot to turn on the camera." he points out to her. Her gaping mouth cannot be occupied by a single word, and he takes it one step further. "I like your glasses. New pair?"

#ch: zenakin #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🪐#indy: drabbles #anakin x zena #zenakin drabble #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin x oc #anakin imagine #anakin fic #anakin fanfiction #ch: adultfilm!anakin

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a-crimson-dawn · 9 days

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"Well? Are you going to marry me, or not? It's a yes or no question, William," Mereoleona looked up at him, seeming increasingly impatient.

Meanwhile the man just blinked at her, surprised.

'Yes, yes and a thousand times yes,' was what came to mind, but in the shock of being proposed to instead of proposing to, left him unable to form words. Or even sounds. He felt daft, he felt nervous - he wasn't even sure why he was nervous, when really, Mereoleona had just done the difficult part for him - and he felt elated all at once.

Knowing how he was feeling, he didn't doubt it could be just as bad, if not worse, for the woman kneeling in front of him. He definitely didn't expect her to get down on one knee in front of him EVER.

This was Mereoleona Vermillion.

He felt his cheeks heat up.

"Ah- uh-"

"Words would be good. I won't bite your head off if you say no-"

'What, no- why would she ever think-?'

"Y-yes, I mean n-no, I mean, I would never say no to you- I mean..." he blurted out. "Ahem... I mean, I would love to marry you." Finally, he managed to say what he'd wanted.

'Now just hope it isn't some sort of prank...' An unhelpful little voice whispered in his ear.

It was ridiculous of course - Mereoleona wasn't a prankster by nature, or a liar, and royals would never take something like marriage lightly. Besides, they've been together for almost a year now, and there were still no signs of this just being part of a bet.

The lady's grin had his doubts disappear - at least temporarily -, and as the cool golden ring slid onto his finger, he found his heart beating faster.

This was happening. This was actually happening.

Before he could even consider what he was doing, he leaned in to kiss her.

"Hey, Goldie, you gonna buy us some beers, or what-?" Yami's voice broke the little fairytale moment between them. Thankfully, he seemed to be standing quite far, so it was still possible he might not have William embarrass himself in front of his fiancée.

"I, um-"

"Go on," Mereoleona, nodded over in Yami's direction. "But if either of you ends up getting alcohol poisoning, I'm dragging Sukehiro into a deathmatch." And then, somewhere between Yami's protests ("what, why am I the one who gets to die over some alcohol poisoning?") and that same captain's attempt to run off (stopped by Mereoleona's fire paw), she kissed William's cheek. He might've melted into a happy puddle right then, but instead he gave her his word that they'd come out of this practically sober (cue more protests from Yami), while undoubtedly looking utterly twitterpated.

#black clover #mereoleona vermillion #yami sukehiro #william vangeance #merilliam #mereoleona x william #william x mereoleona #merilliammay2024

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credince--writes · 2 years

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Establishment

Jitters Au

AO3

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

...

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

#Jitters Au #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mwii

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randomeanonjustwatching · 9 months

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i read ur pinned and saw tom, so can you write for tom? either version youd like, and ofc u dont have to

and for trope,, (wholesome) only one bed ,? or honestly anything youd like its ur blog djbdhf

One bed? Yours.

[Gn!Reader x Boris!Tom from Batim/Batdr, written from third person/Tom's perspective? ]

(So Imma straight up say thank you for reading my pinned post and choosing a character other than Bendy because I swear everyone wants me to write him, but tbf the demon boy is popular.)

Tom had never expected this too happen.

But of course it did.

Allison had found another person similar to her, but they were more quiet and didn't talk much, only when they needed.

Oh how Tom wished he could talk, to blurt out everything to get Pendle to remember.

But then he saw you.

And remembered farther back. You were his lover. Before Allison.

But of course you wouldn't remember that. Not after all the years you've been here.

Right?

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I felt my foot shift as I stared.

Is it really them?...

The features were similar, just more.....inky. Toonish.

"Hi." They said quietly, and I only nodded slightly, heading to the other side of the bunker to feed a fish Allison recently caught and kept calling 'Dolly'.

"Sorry about Tom, he can't speak and he's a little hard-headed." I heard Allison say, and my ear twitched.

Hard-headed?..Really?

I dropped a can of bacon soup into the tank and Dol...no, the fish ate the entire can in a bite.

Still don't know how they do that.

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Tom didn't realize the main issue.

With Allison sleeping in one bed, that meant there's one bed left.

There's no couch, and Tom was fine with sleeping in a chair, but you kept insisting that it was his bed and you can sleep on the floor or something.

"It is your bed though, I promise I can just sleep on the floor." You said quietly, and Tom shook his head.

So you two made a compromise.

Sleep in the same bed, one on each side of the bed, different blankets and facing different directions.

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God, can't sprawl out like I normally do.... my arm hurts from the metal...I complained in my thoughts.

Eh, what are they-

You had snuggled up close to me, rolling and then hugging me in your sleep.

And for some damn reason, I didn't move you.

Maybe.......No, that's a silly thought, Thomas.

You mumbled something along the lines of "Warm.." and then just snored slightly.

My face blushed.

Even if you don't remember loving me....I'll still love you and Allison all the same.

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Extra random headcanons from this trope/one shot:

Tom probably tries to point out things to you that you two liked in your past, and if you get excited or happy over them it's one of the only times he truly smiles.

I BET you and Allison have a fish collecting hobby, and Tom just ends up making sure the fish don't eat eachother so you two don't get upset.

If you have longer hair (and whether your boy/girl/non binary) he braids it early in the "morning" for you.

He probably does it for Allison too, but you always compliment how good he is at it instead of a thank you, and his ears go down in slightly shyness.

I bet his robot arm gets squeaky and rusty tons, and Allison doesn't like doing it, so the entire time your oiling his arm he's just sitting there blushing but trying to hide it till you notice and ask if you're too close.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim bendy #bendy and the dark revival #batim #where are the story requests??#answered ask #tom x reader #I'm laughing so hard this is amazing

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asimpforthe80s · 5 months

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Secret

Starring: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Warnings: male sounds (whimpering and moaning), pet names (good boy), making out, secret relationship.

“Harrington, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie asked, eyes a little wide as he opened the trailer door. The last person he was expecting was him. "I.. need help.." He admitted with an embarrassed blush and his hand scratching his neck slightly. “With what?” Eddie frowned. “Your little girlfriend not paying enough attention to you these days?”

"... just let me in.." he sighed. Eddie looked at him for a few more seconds, before finally nodding and stepping aside. “Fine. Come in.” Steve went to sit down on the sofa. "So.. Eddie.. you're gay, right?" Eddie took a second too long to answer, but he eventually nodded. “Yeah, I am… why do you ask?”

"So, this is my problem.. I.. I think I'm attracted to guys.." he blurted out, slightly high-pitched from embarrassment. Eddie’s eyebrows raised a little bit, and if he was going to be honest - which he was because he couldn’t help but be - he was a little surprised. “You think?”

"Yeah.. and It's stupid, I know.. like, 'King Steve' is gay.. but uh.. Eddie? Is it still gay if I... if I like both guys and girls..?" He asked. Steve seriously had no idea about sexualities. “That’s called bisexual,” Eddie answered, sitting down next to Steve. It was odd, seeing how vulnerable he actually was, but he had asked for help. He was willing to help him.

"I just.. I came to you because I uh.. I don't know any other gay people.. and my friends are kinda homophobic.. plus, it's kinda your fault." He blurted out. Eddie's fault? For Steve being gay? That stopped him. “What do you mean my fault?” Eddie’s face immediately hardened when he mentioned his friends. He wouldn’t stand for any sort of homophobia in his presence.

"Shit.. I did not mean to say that. Steve's voice was slightly high-pitched as he got embarrassed. “No, no. It’s fine. Please, continue.” He leaned forward, his expression softening a little bit, waiting to see what he would say next. “What did you mean?” He blushed. "Now I don't wanna tell you.." He seemed nervous, scared? Eddie raised an eyebrow and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, “really. I’m not going to be offended or mad or anything. I promise. I just want to help you.”

"Oh, no.. you will be annoyed.." he chuckled. "No I won't." Eddie looked at him and smiled, and this time the smile was slightly teasing. "I am willing to bet that I've heard worse things. Just trust me and go on," he encouraged. "Fine.." he sighed. "I uh.. I might kinda.. be in love with you..?" Now that was unexpected.

Eddie stared at him for a few seconds, then he broke out into a grin. "In love?" he said, a little teasing, but then he couldn't help but notice the slightly embarrassed look in Steve's face and he softened once again.

"You're not joking, are you?" He looked away from Eddie and shook his head. He wasn't kidding. "I'm sorry.. it's.. it's stupid, I'm aware.." This time Eddie didn’t even try to hide how surprised he was. “Steve... this is... a little unexpected,” he uttered, not really knowing what to say. The teasing and joking persona he usually assumed whenever he was talking to Steve went out the window in an instant.

No, Steve was serious. And he was... in love with him? This made everything more complicated. "I-i know.. it's just.. it's just stupid.. sorry.." he stood up. Eddie placed a hand on his wrist to stop him. "Wait, don't leave," he pleaded, and to his surprise, Steve didn't even flinch. The expression on Steve's face, almost... apologetic? It was so out of character for him to be vulnerable like this.

"Please. Stay," Eddie asked quietly, his voice now soft and pleading. "Why? It'd just be stupid if you liked me back.. the 'King' of Hawkins and the 'freak' of Hawkins? In love? Heh, just stupid.."

"I, uh..." Eddie opened his mouth again to say something, but the answer was still stuck in his throat. What did he tell him now? That he liked him back? Then that would make this even messier than it was.

No, just for today, he would let Steve down as softly and kindly as possible. The truth would have to remain unknown.

"You're right," he whispered, looking away. "It would be pretty stupid." Steve sighed. "Yeah.." he didn't want it to be true. He wanted to love Eddie. He wanted to be with Eddie. That was the worst part. This made it clear that the feeling was not mutual. Eddie's heart broke a little bit as he watched him.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, now finally looking back. "I wish... it was different..." Steve looked down, saddened. "Yeah.."

"Can I..." Eddie hesitated for a moment, and finally he swallowed his pride. "Can I ask you something? Please... be honest." He nodded. "I guess there isn't more worth hiding from you.."

"Have you always known that you were attracted to guys? Or was I really... your awakening?" He blushed and looked away, thinking back to that day when they met in the boathouse. It was a day he had relived hundreds of times by now, but thinking of it with the new context made him uneasy. "No one before you.. heh.. you started it all.." And just that simple phrase was enough to get Eddie's cheeks red. The tension, the flirting, the chemistry made a lot more sense now.

"You're sure?" He asked quietly, trying to suppress a blush, "there was no moment... no one else...?" He shook his head. "No... you're.. the first guy I've ever liked like this..." Eddie sighed. "This makes things even more complicated, doesn't it..." he chuckled softly, trying to hide the fact that he was feeling all kinds of emotions. "And you're... Absolutely 100% sure that you like women, too?" He nodded. "Yeah.. Nancy, for example.. I really loved her when we were dating.."

"Right..." he mumbled. Maybe that would make this a little easier. "In that case, can I ask you a hypothetical question?"

"Why not.." Steve sighed. To be honest, he wanted to go home and cry. But he didn't want to go yet. "If you... had to choose. Just hypothetical, mind you," Eddie said, looking at him with a slightly more serious expression, "Would you choose to be straight and date Nancy again? Or would you..." he paused for a few seconds before finishing his sentence.

"Choose to be with me?" The question made Steve's cheeks bright red. He thought for a few seconds. But he didn't think about who to choose,he thought about who to say. "You.." he finally said. It was true. He'd choose Eddie any day.

His heart stopped at the sound of that final sentence. His body felt like it was on fire. For a moment, he wanted to get off the sofa and kiss him, but instead he let out a shaky laugh.

"Are you sure? Really?" He asked, wanting to hear him say the words once more. "Yeah.. I'd.. I'd choose you over Nancy.. and that should say something.." he smiled slightly, not wanting to look as sad as he felt. And there it was again. Those three simple words that seemed small and irrelevant, but also meant so much.

It felt unreal when he heard Steve, the jock who had once made his life impossible, say that he would pick him over Nancy.

Eddie was speechless for a few seconds, but then he leaned forward and finally kissed him. He didn't care how risky this was. He'd have to be careful with their dynamic outside of this moment, they couldn't exactly be in a public relationship considering how much the town still hated him. But... this was worth it. Steve's eyes widened, and he kissed him back. It felt so.. right. His lips against Eddie's. It felt amazing.

Eddie was sure he was going to explode from the feeling of it all. Their lips were finally connected, after all these years of fantasizing and wishing for this moment.

But then it hit him. The reality of their situation crashed back in. They could never be seen like this in public, much less reveal this to anyone else. No one could know.

He looked at Steve and forced himself to stop. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his raging hormones. "Hey, hey.." Steve put a hand on Eddie shoulder. "Calm down.." Eddie’s breathing was still somewhat rapid as he looked up at him, his own hand resting over Steve’s.

“What are we going to do?” he asked softly, and this time there was no playful tone in his voice whatsoever. This was a question he needed to have an answer for. “No one can know about this. Especially not Nancy,” he added, with a slight growl. "Nancy won't know shit.. but someone already knows about my feelings for you.. but it's okay! She's lesbian! She supports!" He reassured with a smile. That surprised him. “Really? Who is it?” Eddie asked with genuine curiosity, surprised to see Steve’s smile again.

If he had a friend who supported him, who would also be their secret-keeper, that was perfect. He would be a buffer for their relationship outside of their private time together. He just hoped Steve could trust her. "Robin, who else could it be?" He chuckled. He had a point. If there was anyone in town who could keep this a secret, it would be her.

“You’re right,” he smiled. “I still don’t want anyone else to know. This stays between you, her, and me.” He smiled at Eddie. "You sure you don't wanna tell Dustin? The kid's gonna real mad at you for keeping a secret from him.. especially one like this.." The mention of Dustin put a smile on his face. “I think he’ll understand this is a bit different.” He paused for a moment, before adding, “Besides, he would make a terrible secret-keeper.”

He looked down for a short second, then back at him, an important question yet to be answered. “Can I ask you something else?” He hummed in agreement that Dustin wasn't a good secret-keeper. "Sure."

“Have you really fallen in love with me?” he asked softly, the words making his heart pound. They were so simple, but yet so powerful. He needed to know the answer. "I am more sure of it than when I said I loved Nancy.." His heart fluttered again. It was so strange, hearing those words. He had made Steve feel this way.

He couldn’t help but smile. He really shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist.

“I love you…” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible. A moment later, he was standing up again, looking at Steve and not wanting to let him out of his arms. “I need you to hold me,” he spoke quietly, his tone now serious and longing. "Mhm? Hah... you're just a cuddly guy, hm?" He chuckled and hugged Eddie. “Shut up,” he growled jokingly, and then he leaned forward, placing his nose against Steve's neck. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The feeling was intoxicating.

And then he pulled away for a second, looking at him. "I have one last question for you," he whispered. "You sure it's the last one?" He laughed, considering how Eddie has asked him like four questions by now. Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “Fine… but this one has to be really the last one. Just let me hear the answer before I let you go.”

He paused for a few seconds, his breath still coming out heavy, but he wasn’t really sure if that was from that simple fact that he was with him, or the tension of what his next question would make him feel.

"Do you... could you see us having a relationship in secret? Even if no one else knew...? Just for us?" He kissed Eddie's forhead. "If that means I can kiss you whenever we're alone, yeah.. definitely.." The feeling of his lips against his forehead was almost as hot as their previous kiss, and he had to force himself not to groan.

This could work, he just needed to be careful. As much as he wanted to tell him how much he meant to him in that moment, or to kiss him until they both collapsed to the floor, he knew he had to restrain himself.

"Yeah, that’s the idea," he whispered, leaning up and finally leaning down for another kiss, this time on the cheek right below his mouth. "Mhm.. good." He smiled. That was the problem with being with a guy like Steve. There were no words to describe how hot it was to see him act so soft around him.

He looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “Are we done talking now?” If they kept this conversation going for much longer, he would lose the will to resist him and just jump on Steve right there and then. "You want to be done talking?" He smirked. His breath hitched one last time before he finally answered, “Maybe not for now,” he whispered, but he wouldn’t give in to any more temptations. The line was thin as it was.

“I should probably get you home before any of this becomes a little too obvious, right?”

"Yeah.. sadly.." he huffed with a fake pout. “But for now…” Eddie finally decided to give in to that urge he had been suppressing for a few seconds too long, and before Steve could react, he leaned forward and gave him a long and passionate kiss that left him breathless once again. “I can’t promise that I will stay away from you once you leave,” he whispered as he pulled away.

"Fine by me." Steve chuckled. “You know…” he chuckled too, “I’m glad we were able to talk about this.” As much as he’d hoped that Steve felt the same way about him, this was beyond what he could have ever expected.

He kissed his forehead one last time, and as much as he wanted to kiss him on the lips, he knew he needed to resist. “Have I got anything on my lips?” he whispered cheekily.

"Yeah, mine.." he said and kissed Eddie one more time. The kiss was the perfect one to end this meeting, not too long or too short, not too passionate or too intimate.

Eddie let out a content sigh afterwards, but then he suddenly remembered the question he had asked him about their relationship.

“Before you leave,” he whispered again, “can I ask one last thing?” Steve started laughing. "You said that the last question!" He chuckled along with him. “I know, I couldn’t help myself.” He waited for his laughter to die down, before finally asking, “But can I ask it anyway?” He nodded. "Fine, since you kiss so good.." That little compliment made him chuckle. "And you're so cute..."

He looked away from him, and then back again. He was about to ask the final question, and he knew that it couldn't be delayed anymore.

"Do you want to keep this a secret?" The question caught him slightly off guard. "Well.. if we don't, your bullying will get worse.. but at the same time, I want to show you off and.. and be fucking proud of loving you.." Eddie’s heart stopped for a moment when he said that. He almost couldn't believe those words. Was he serious about this? Was he actually willing to take that risk to be with him?

His expression was still serious, but a soft smile was starting to curl its way on his face.

“Are you really willing to take that risk for me?” He sighed. "I really.. really want to show you off as my boyfriend.. but we both know you'll get even more bullied.. especially by Jason.." The mention of Jason's name immediately brought the frown back to his face. That was one guy who would not react well to the news at all.

"Yeah..." The thought of it made him shudder. He couldn't stand the thought of Jason hurting Steve. He'd lose his mind.

"We need to put a distance between us at least in public. Maybe we can work out something like... a secret code. That way if I have to be around Jason and I have to show that I don't like you, we can make it seem that we have agreed to stay apart." Steve nodded. It seemed like an okay plan. He nodded back, and finally, he let go of him. It was time to take him home.

“I had a great time with you tonight,” he smiled. As much as he wanted to stay and kiss him more, he needed to go home.

“And I know this may not seem like it, but you… I want to make you happy. Really happy.” He smiled. "You already do.." His heart did a flip-flop at that. It was moments like these that made him want to keep seeing Steve forever.

“We should do this again soon,” he smiled, “maybe next weekend?” He smirked, trying to think of a pickup line but bailing on it. "Maybe every weekend?" His smile became a lot wider as he realized what Steve had done. That was a good way of asking for things without directly asking.

“Every weekend, huh?” He leaned slightly until their bodies were almost touching. Their foreheads bumped together, and then he leaned in closer, letting his mouth close to Steve’s ear.

He whispered playfully, “I’ll have to think about it. It depends on whether you’re a good boy.” Steve froze at Eddie's comment. Good boy? Why did that make him feel weird and tingly? His eyes widened when he saw Steve’s reaction. He couldn’t tell if it was good or not. The words “good boy” in his mind still translated to what he had always believed it to mean, but he could tell that to Steve, it had a different meaning that he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Uhm… was that bad?” he mumbled, looking away again, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

"N-no.." he stuttered, flustered as hell. The way he stuttered made his eyes light up again.

“You looked surprised for a second,” he chuckled, but then his smile became wider, and he leaned back, looking down at Steve and his red cheeks. “Was that an okay thing to say, or should I not call you that?” "NO!.. no, no.. k-keep.. keep calling me that.." he blushed, slightly embarrassed at his own yelling. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile. There was definitely something about this that was working for both of them, and if it made him happy to be called it, then he would definitely keep doing it.

“Good boy,” he repeated, leaning closer so that their bodies were touching, “I’m sure you’ll find plenty of other things I’ll call you if you keep being such a good boy.” Steve had to hold back a moan as Eddie kept calling him a good boy. Something told him that this wasn’t the time or the place to push it any further, so he let out a small laugh at Steve’s reaction after his final comment. After that, he would have to leave.

“You need to get home now,” he leaned back once again, looking deep into his eyes. “But please… promise me something…?”

"Y-yeah?" He paused for a moment, and then he finally said, “Promise me that you won’t date anyone else from now on… not just until we manage to make our relationship secret. Just… promise me that you won’t be with anyone but me… please.” He smiled. "I promise.. but can I ask you something?" His heart skipped a beat. The way Steve was asking this question made him feel that this wasn’t going to be an easy one to answer.

“Sure… go ahead,” he said softly, hoping that he wasn’t going to regret this. "If people get suspicious about us.. I might have to date a girl.. I will not do anything intimate or lovey-dovey, I swear.. but is that okay? I don't want to, if I'm honest.. but it's a panic-plan.." The request didn’t upset him, in fact, it felt like such a Steve thing to say, thinking about every potential problem that could happen in the future. He wasn’t expecting it to be necessary, but just knowing that Steve would take that precaution for the both of them made him smile even more.

“It’s fine… just promise me that you’ll only pretend to date her. If I have to hear about some girl that you’re actually dating, I will probably lose my mind.” He chuckled. "I promise.. and it's only a panic-plan, okay? I'm not gonna do it if people don't get suspicious.." That relieved him a little bit more. At least now he felt like he had his part to take to ensure they could make this relationship work and have it go as secret as possible.

He looked at Steve’s eyes, so trusting and hopeful, and then he nodded. “Okay… okay, I can deal with that. It’s better than you actually dating someone. We’ve got this, right? We’re going to make this work, no matter what.” Steve nodded. "Goodbye kiss...?" He smirked. His lips curled into another smile, a mischievous one this time. He was so happy that it seemed nothing would keep them apart, not even a panic-plan.

“Of course there will be a goodbye kiss… always,” he brought his lips to his, and this time he wasn’t holding back. He gave it his all and let their bodies touch as much as they could. For now, it was okay to act publicly like this, as if they hadn’t just decided to keep things secret.

Steve was slightly taller than Eddie and a lot stronger. That was quite obvious when Steve literally picked Eddie up and held him as close to him as possible while kissing him back. It was just so… natural. His body fit against Steve’s. Their bodies pressed against each other, and there wasn’t any need to hold back. As soon as Steve lifted him up, he was more than okay with it. It was the way it should always be, but as long as they were in private.

“I think it’s time to get you home now,” he mumbled in between the sounds of their kissing, but he really didn’t want to pull away. "But I wanna stay with you... hold you close all night.." he pouted. “I want that too…” he whispered, smiling against his lips, “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to stay like this all night.”

He sighed and pulled away. “But this isn’t the way to go about things, you know. Not if we want to make sure nobody finds out.

“This is just a goodbye kiss for now, but I promise we’ll have all the time in the world for cuddles and other stuff later. For now, I should take you home.” He pouted and huffed. "Fine.."

“Don’t be angry at me…” he sighed, but he didn’t sound at all serious with those words. He was sure that after all the years of having such a one-sided crush on Steve, he deserved to finally be allowed to be with him.

“But… there’s something I should give you before I let you leave…” He looked up at Eddie, pout disappearing immediately. "Hm? What?"

“Open your hand,” he held out an open palm, but he didn’t explain further. He could already tell that his boyfriend-to-be was going to react positively, which was all that mattered. He held his hand out open. He took his hand and slid something inside of it, and then he squeezed it closed so that Steve couldn’t open it back up. “Don’t look at it yet,” he said, “not until you’re home. Just promise me that, okay? After that, do what you want.”

He smiled down at him, his excitement growing as he waited for Steve’s reaction. "Okay..?" He looked suspicious of Eddie's 'gift'. "Do you promise... really promise?" he gave him an innocent smile, and he really hoped that Steve wanted him enough to not peek and wait for home. But considering what was on the line, it would be okay if he didn't... It was his fault that he wanted to give him a surprise.

As long as they both tried to make this work until they managed to make it permanent, that was all that mattered. "Fine, I'm not opening it until I get home!" He promised, hand over his heart and everything. Steve might be a jock, but he could be quite dorky and weird at times. He chuckled. For all the confidence that Steve had, there really was a dorky side to him that he quite loved. He brought his hand up to his cheek and gently squeezed, hoping that he would actually keep this promise.

"Okay... now I can let you go home?" He nodded. "Fine.. my BMW is outside.."

"I know..." He chuckled again. He knew full well which car was Steve's, but he was enjoying taking the piss out of him. "I might be a nerd, but I am very observant, you know?"

"I'm glad you'll be safe at home now..." He finally said, and his expression turned to something more serious. "Drive safely," he added, "and please don't go making it too obvious that we're dating."

"I'll try.." he nearly giggles and gets in the driver's seat. He stepped away from the door as he watched Steve get into the driver's seat, he was almost in awe at how he could make someone so intimidating so endearing at the same time.

"I'll talk to you later. Have a good night," he smiled, and it was clear that a secret message was being sent along with those words, "See you tomorrow." Steve started the car and drove away. And as the cocky idiot he was, he did a trail-break. Eddie laughed as he watched the car suddenly accelerate and brake. It was such a Steve thing, too. Cocky idiot? Yes. Adorable idiot? A thousand times yes.

Even though he was laughing, he felt a pang of jealousy as the car disappeared from sight. Tomorrow would not get here soon enough... As soon as Steve got home, he ran into his bedroom and looked at what Eddie had put in his hand. His parents may not be home or ever come home, but he still went into his bedroom. As Steve turned on the light and examined what was inside his palm, he would find a small box with a gift-wrap. On the top, he could notice his name scrawled in Eddie’s handwriting.

Steve laughed slightly at Eddie's bad handwriting as he opened the small gift. Inside the box was a small necklace. He immediately noticed that it was Eddie's guitar pic necklace. The one thing Eddie never gave away. "Holy... fuck, Eddie.." he smiled, knowing Eddie really cared about him. That one gift right now meant far more to Eddie than Steve could ever know. The fact that he was willing to give it away to one person and one person only really meant the world to him.

It was so much more romantic than he had expected, and to have been given Eddie's most important possession ever was almost too good to be true, but here he was holding that necklace in his hands. It was real.

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