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lxverss · 10 months

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⸻ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ | hhj

✰ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: brothers bsf!h.hyunjin x fem!reader

✰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, friends to lovers (?), mutual pining, hyunjin is a perv, reader is a tease

✰ ᴡᴄ: 2.5k

✰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, drunk sex, kinda? rough sex, swearing, lots of sexual tension, male masturbation, oral (f. recieving), lots of dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex (don't be stupid like them), creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, a bit of fluff at the end (lmk if I missed anything!)

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You were a typical broke college student. But unlike most of your friends, you had your own apartment. Mostly because you'd rather pay the bills than share your precious home with someone else.

Despite that, hwang hyunjin, your brother's best friend and him spent most of their times in your home. Your brother said it was because he didn't want his dear sister to feel alone. He was, indeed quite overprotective of you. Could you blame him? Boys would most certainly drool over you wherever you went. No harm in protecting his innocent little sister from those lust driven boys, is there?

Back to the present, you invited them over for tonight to celebrate finishing your second semester. You also invited your close friend Felix, one of your only male friends your brother trusted. You heard the doorbell ring right as you were done preparing snacks and drinks. "Coming!" You yelled from the kitchen loud enough for them to hear. You hastily made your way towards the front door, checking through the peephole. It was none other than hwang hyunjin himself.

You let him in, asking him where your brother was. "Well.. about that.." he started speaking, and you already knew where this was going. "...he can't make it because something came up at work" he continued, scratching his neck nervously waiting for your response. You sighed, kind of expecting this. "Oh well, I guess he can't even make time for his own sister for one fucking evening" you said, clearly pissed. You both then made your way to your living room, and he made himself comfortable on your couch.

You went over to your kitchen to bring the snacks and drinks you prepared. You made your way over back to your living room, seeing hyunjin has already put on a show for himself to watch. "Want some?" You said, putting down the bowl of popcorn on your coffee table. He gave you a small smile and a nod as he reached for the bowl of popcorn. You made yourself comfortable sitting next to him on the couch.

Hyunjin was nervous. That short little dress you wore tonight reached your mid thigh. Your cleavage was on full display for only him to see. And when you bent down to grab some of the popcorn, he could clearly see your breasts. It drove him crazy everytime your hand brushed his when you both were reaching for the popcorn at the same time.

You suddenly got a notification on your phone, and you jumped a little in surprise. 'So fucking cute' he thought to himself. You opened your phone, only for your expression to drop.

lix 🐣 : sorry y/n, my girlfriend got sick and I can't make it tonight :(

lix 🐣 : I swear I'll make it up to you soon!!

You sighed, not being able to stay mad at him for his valid reason of not being able to make it. You texted him back, saying he should take care of his girlfriend and that you hope she gets better soon. "What's wrong?", Asked hyunjin with a confused expression. "Nothing... Lix won't be able to make it because his girlfriend's sick." You sighed yet again. "Guess it'll be just us tonight then" he said with a smirk. "Oh please." You rolled your eyes, focusing back on the movie but still smiling widely at his flirtatious remark. He only chuckled.

Despite seeming confident, he was internally screaming. Because not only was he gonna be spending time with you alone, in your house, but to make it worse he had been staring at your thighs and boobs this whole time instead of focusing on the movie and it took a toll on his newly formed erection. He was growing harder by the second, his thoughts only engulfed by your presence. He had to grab a fluffy pillow and put it over his erection, not wanting to give away his perverted antics. Although he was imagining it was you grazing your slick pussy over his cock instead of that pillow.

His mind was growing fuzzier by the second, and he had to avoid your gaze everytime you made a comment about the movie he wasn't even paying attention at. He was solely focused on the way your breasts bounced everytime you sat back down after grabbing a popcorn. He focused on your bare thighs, and your flimsy little dress riding them up as you put your right leg over the other. His gaze dropped to your fine legs, a silver anklet hanging from your right foot. He glanced back up at your breasts, his gaze slowly going up. They stopped at your collarbones, seeing a golden necklace adorning your neck. It was the one your brother gave you for your 18th birthday. Oh how he thought you were the most stunning woman on earth.

You noticed his lustful gaze on you, and the way he was clutching onto his pillow everytime you brushed your hand against his. You were loving every fucking bit of it. "Want a drink?" You playfully said, and he immediately knew you meant alcohol. "Sure" he said with a small smile.

You got up to make your way over to the kitchen, your dress moving from side to side as you swayed your hips on purpose. It was almost visible that you had no underwear on whatsoever and he could see that. He clutched his pillow tighter as he slid his hand down his pants to rub his now fully hardened cock. He moaned softly and he felt like a disgusting pig for even thinking of you like that.

You came back with a bottle of wine and two shot glasses. You sat back down and popped the bottle open, filling both your shot glasses with a generous amount. "Cheers!" He exclaimed as you both picked up your shot glass only to down it all at once. You both had a few shots, and he was a bit more drunk than you.

You both resumed watching the movie that was currently playing only to see a sexual scene unfold. His eyes grew wide in shock, seeing the protagonist heavily and lustfully making out with the female lead. It progressively grew worse and so did his boner. As if it couldn't get any worse or better, they started stripping and immediately hyunjin excused himself to the bathroom. You turned it off, flustered from the unexpected sexual scene.

Hyunjin shut the bathroom door behind him and leaned against it. He slowly reached for the zipper and unzipped his pants. He pulled his pants down along with his boxers and started stroking his fully hard dick. He moaned a softly, not wanting you to hear him. As he was stroking his cock, he only thought about you and how stunning you looked tonight. Your smell, your gaze, your smile, the flimsy dress you wore to tease him, and god everything about you was driving him fully insane. It didn't take him too long to cum, spurting it all over his hand.

After cleaning up, he came back and saw you scrolling through your phone on the couch. "Are you okay?" You said, glancing up at him with your big doe eyes. "What do you mean?" He said, in panic. Could you have caught on? Did you hear him masturbating? No. No way. He was as quiet as he possibly could be.

You motioned for him to sit next to you on the couch. He took baby steps towards you, and hesitantly sat down on the couch. "I'm not stupid you know" you said, staring at him with a teasing expression. His heart dropped to his stomach. This had answered all his questions.

"I see the way you look at me, hyunjin" you said, bringing a hand up to his face. He leaned into your touch, and his gaze went to your lips. You slowly leaned in and he thought you were going in for a kiss. But then, you swerved your head to the side and next to his ear you whispered, "I want you to touch me..". You grabbed his hand and brought it to your thigh, urging him to touch you. His cock jumped at that, and he immediately got hard again. He started to rub circles on your inner thigh, leaning in and pressing his plump lips to your neck. "Just how do you want me to touch you, angel?" He muttered into the crook of your neck and then started leaving featherlight kisses down to your collarbone. "Mmmh⸻ ah!" You whimpered softly which made his cock ache in the confines of his tight pants.

He pulled away at your lack of response and grabbed your jaw, "answer the question baby" he said with the most fierce gaze that made your pussy drool. "I-I want you to touch me down there.." you whined and he chuckled raspily. "Yeah? Will you be a good girl for me and take my fingers?" You nodded frantically in his hold. He brushed his hand over your clit and put slight pressure onto it which made you whine against him. He brought his finger down to your folds and gathered your juices to spread them on your clit. To which you grabbed his biceps and moaned loudly. He removed his fingers and started licking his fingers clean. He almost moaned at your taste. "Fuck, you taste so good baby" you whined at the loss of his touch and clenched around nothing. He grabbed your hips and changed your positions so you were laying down.

He forced your legs open and started kissing your inner thighs, leaving a few hickeys. He blowed his hot breath onto your clit and you squirmed at that. You tried closing your legs but to no avail, because his grip on you was too tight and would probably leave a mark. He then grabbed your clit with his plump lips and started sucking licking and biting on them. He started rubbing your entrance with his swift fingers, which made you clench and writhe beneath him. With the overwhelming pleasure, you grabbed onto his hair and clutched it tight. He groaned at that, grinding against the couch roughly.

"Fuck baby.. mmh..." He said in between slurping your essence. He then shoved two fingers into your cunt, thrusting them in and out in a swift motion. You moaned uncontrollably at that, and the knot in your stomach snapped. "Fuck!" You yelled as you came down from your high. Hyunjin wiped your release from his chin with the back of his hand. Grinning, he was satisfied with his masterpiece. When he got off the couch, you saw that he also came, staining your couch.

He hastily pulled his pants down along with his boxers and allowed his cock to spring free. Your mouth opened in awe, staring at his big cock. And fuck, was it pretty like him. It was thin but long, and blushing red at the tip. It had just the right amount of veins.

He smirked and got back on top of you. You grabbed his pretty black locks and pulled him in for a heated kiss. The kiss was gentle and loving despite the situation but it quickly grew rough. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance but obviously he won. Drool dripping down both of your chins, mixing with the sweat on your body. He bit your lip to which you let out a loud whimper and his hands clawed at your breasts. He got up and pulled you to his lap, not breaking the kiss to unzip your dress.

Then he finally pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. His gaze was dreamy and it made your stomach do cartwheels. He then slowly pulled the dress off of you, admiring your naked body. You whimpered and tried to cover yourself but he swiftly grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pinned you down on the couch roughly. His other hand slammed down right beside your head. You yelped in surprise, and your pussy clenched around nothing.

"don't hide yourself from me, darling.." he said in his deep voice. He looked you up and down and bit down on his lips when his gaze fell on your perfect and round tits. "Fuck.." he grabbed onto your breast with one hand, still keeping you pinned with the other. His mouth latched onto your other breast, giving them both full attention. You squirmed under him at that and tried to get yourself out of his grasp but his hold on you was far too tight. You moaned and threw your head back into the pillow which made his cock twitch. He abandoned your breast and went up to sink his teeth into your neck. You nearly screamed and started squirming even more.

He suckled on your neck and left a few hickeys. Then finally let go of your wrists. Your hands latched onto his back and you dug your nails into is back. He whimpered and bit down harder. "Please hyunjin... need you...", You managed to squeak out. He got up, then went in for another kiss, slower this time. He started stroking his cock and rubbed your entrance with the tip. You whimpered into the kiss, hands moving up his back to tangle them in his hair. He slowly pushed into you, bottoming out.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cussed and grabbed his hair tighter. He growled in response, "you're so fucking tight.. fuck!" He was leaking into your tight cunt. He didn't even start moving yet and you were already clenching him like your life depended on it. He started moving at an inhumane pace, chasing his release. You were practically screaming at this point, and you'd most likely get noise complaint from your neighbours but did you care? No. Not one bit. You felt like you were on cloud nine as you both went at it like bunnies. His grip on your hips were bruising and would leave a mark by morning but you didn't care. All you could think about was hyunjin and his pretty cock.

"nghhh- hyunjin! G-gonna cum!" You said in between thrusts and dragged your nails down his back which felt so fucking good. "Fuck! Cum for me baby" he said into the crook of your neck. You released all over his cock, milking him dry. Soon after your release he emptied himself inside of your delicious cunt, his cum oozing out of it. It felt warm against your walls as he thrusted a few more times to keep his cum inside. He pulled out of you shortly, getting up and picking you up along with him.

He kissed along your shoulders and neck, easing the burning bite marks and hickeys adorning your delicious skin. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, still coming down from your high.

He made his way over to your bathroom and sat you down in your bathtub. He turned on the water with just the right amount of pressure. Before he could walk away to grab a towel to clean you up, you grabbed his neck and pulled him close, "round two?"

A/N: this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so hope you enjoyed!! Reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! <3

This is not proofread btw so pls ignore if there are any typos or grammatical errors!

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worth-the-chaos · 4 months

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Looking for Dart isn’t easy, but it gives you and Steve a lot of time to have a heart to heart, as you slowly start to realize your feelings for one another.

Content Warning: fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, upside down scary shit, boys being stupid

Word Count: 6.5k

Author’s Note: This part sticks closely to the original series, but there will be a lot more originality in the next part! I know it probably isn’t super fun to read what you’ve watched on the show, but for me this has been the ultimate rewatch fic writing experience, which I have greatly enjoyed, so if you’re looking to reminisce about stranger things, boy is this the fic for you ;)

Series Masterlist | Part 3 | Next Part

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Steve woke up first, and nearly panicked when he realized that you were curled up in his arms, pressed flush against his chest. At some point in the night, you both must have rolled over to face each other, and now his arms were wrapped around your waist, one hand dangerously close to your ass and one of his legs rested in between yours. He wasn’t sure what to do and his mind was screaming at him to move before you could wake up and see the compromising position the two of you were in, but his heart was screaming at him to stay.

He pulled away slightly to look at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest. The worry lines that were usually etched into your features were gone, and it was the first time he could think of that you truly looked at peace. You were stunning, there was no question about it. I could get used to this, Steve thought, but then quickly pushed it aside. He felt guilty; he wasn’t even sure if Nancy and him were actually officially broken up and he was already starting to feel things for someone else. Though if he was really being honest with himself, he’d been feeling this way about you for a while.

He carefully untangled himself from you, cursing himself for not holding onto you for just a little bit longer, but he knew that it was the right thing to do. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, so he slipped out of bed and quietly exited the room, making his way down to the kitchen.

You groaned when you finally woke up, light filtering in through the window. The bed was empty, and you tried to push aside your disappointment as you checked the clock on Steve’s beside table. It was 8:00 which meant you had a couple of hours before Steve and you had to leave to pick up Dustin. You wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, unready to face the tribulations that inevitably lied ahead. Knowing that wasn’t an option, you got out of bed.

Upon turning the corner into the massive kitchen, you were met with the sight of a pajama clad Steve Harrington, standing over the kitchen stove while he cooked pancakes. He turned once he heard your footsteps and saw you, your eyes still sleepy as you drowned in his clothes that were way too big for you. He felt his face heat up at the sight of you, but if you asked, he would blame it on the hot stove.

“Pancake?” He asked, the one on the pan finally done cooking. You simply nodded and he plated it and walked towards the kitchen table, setting it down at a seat before pulling your chair out for you.

“I’m honestly surprised that you know how to cook anything,” you teased. It was pretty baffling to see the boy who had previously been a complete ass standing in a kitchen making pancakes with the most wild case of bedhead you’d ever seen. “Or that you’re cooking at all considering the day we have ahead of us,” you added, mind beginning to focus on the more important things.

“Well, my parents are gone most of the time so I have to fend for myself a lot. Which, you know, sucks, but it also means I kinda can do whatever the hell I want, so I guess it balances itself out, doesn’t it?” Steve took the seat across from you, sitting down with his own pancake.

“I guess,” you agreed. You both ate your breakfast quietly, trying not to think about how domestic all of this was. I’m supposed to be thinking about the damn demogorgon, not playing house with Steve, you thought, annoyed with yourself for enjoying this all a little too much. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear today,” you spoke up, interrupting the blissful quiet of the meal you were sharing.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if I wear my clothes from yesterday, Dustin’s going to make…assumptions. And I certainly can’t wear these,” you added, giggling and flailing your arms to demonstrate how long the sleeves were, “but I also can’t go home to change because my parents aren’t going to let me leave so easy when they find out I didn’t come home last night and now some boy they don’t know is dropping me off for a pit stop.”

Steve was quiet for a bit as he contemplated all of this. “Well, for starters,” he said through a mouthful of pancakes, “I think you look fabulous, but I can see how in a defensive situation, the miles of extra fabric would not be the best. You can raid my mom’s closet? She might have some stuff that fits you better? She also has a shit ton of stuff she definitely doesn’t wear anymore,” He offered. You felt weird about it, but given it was basically your only option, you nodded in agreement.

Steve brought you into his parents’ room, pointing out the clothes he knew his mom wouldn’t miss. You settled on a pair of jeans, a white turtleneck, and a beige windbreaker. Simple enough. You swiftly changed in the bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. These clothes were definitely nicer and more expensive than the ones you normally wore. You felt good in them, and they fit your body nicely, much more well tailored than your thrifted outfits. You put your hair into a low ponytail and shook out your arms, bouncing from foot to foot trying to psych yourself up for this. At least if I die today, I’ll die wearing nicer clothes.

You and Steve loaded his trunk with things you might need: the nail bat, a few knives, a golf club, a can of gasoline, as well as a few buckets full of raw meat. If you were going to catch this thing, you were going to have to bait it.

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“So, what are the odds you think we’re really going to find this thing?” Steve asked as the two of you drove towards Dustin’s house. To be completely honest, he thought that this attempt was most likely futile. Hawkins was small, but not that small. Hell, by now it might not even be in Hawkins anymore.

“I’d say slim to none. But we still have to try. I can’t in good conscience not find it. I don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep again if I knew it was just out there, roaming Hawkins,” you shuddered, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Yeah, I don’t sleep too well anymore. Not after last year,” Steve admitted. He hated being vulnerable, but it didn’t feel so bad when he was being that way around you.

“I know what you mean. The amount of nightmares I’ve had about that…that thing is just truly astounding” you sighed, giving Steve an empathetic look.

Steve didn’t have the heart to tell you that his nightmares weren’t scary because he was face to face with the demogorgon. They were terrifying because they always ended with you getting hurt. Every single one of them was just the two of you in that damn living room, but this time he didn’t have the bat. It was just you, pinned to the floor helpless, and him unable to move. Unable to save you.

“Yep,” he replied instead, “I didn’t have any last night though.” It wasn’t a lie, and he felt his heart race as he said it. Admitting that seemed risky, but at this point he didn’t care. With the amount of shit you both always seemed to be in, holding things back seemed riskier.

“Me neither,” you added, voice quiet but sincere.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the Henderson household, Dustin hurrying towards the car. He quickly got in the backseat, clearly eager to get this all over with. You couldn’t really blame him, as you felt the exact same way.

“We have shit in the back of the car so we don’t need to stop for supplies. Where are we going first?” You cut right to the chase.

“I was thinking we could walk the train tracks. It’ll be easier to cover more ground that way, and it’s secluded enough that we won’t look batshit crazy,” Dustin replied. Honestly, you had to give the boy credit, he was pretty damn smart. Steve began to pull away, headed towards the park. He knew one of the hiking trails ran parallel to the train tracks and you’d only have to deviate from it slightly in order to reach them.

“Why didn’t you pick me up first?” Dustin suddenly asked.

“What?” Steve replied.

“I said, why didn’t you pick me up first? My house is between yours and y/n’s. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Does it matter?” Steve returned his question with a question, gripping the steering wheel tighter as his shoulders tensed. You cleared your throat and looked out the window, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Your body language gave you both away, and Steve could see Dustin’s eyes light up in the rearview mirror as he connected the dots.

“Woah! Wait a minute. You didn’t have to pick her up because she stayed at your house!” Dustin exclaimed, letting out a laugh and feeling like a genius.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Steve shot back, clearly angry. You buried your face in the palm of your hand. If Steve just wouldn’t react so huge, then Dustin might second guess himself, but no, that was too complex a reaction for the boy to ever consider.

“You’re lying! Haha! I knew it!” Dustin yelled out, pointing at your look of defeat. Maybe I could have reacted a bit differently too, you thought sheepishly, flashing Steve a look that said “I’m sorry.”

“Dustin, would you just kindly shut the fuck up,” Steve fumed, trying to pay attention to the road.

“Wait a minute, did you guys have sex?”

“NO!” You both shouted in unison, and Steve slammed on the breaks, the inertia causing your seatbelt to lock as you all jolted forward. Steve very aggressively put the car in park and whipped around, putting his left hand on the back of your seat to fully twist his body towards the boy in the backseat.

“Listen here, dipshit. It wasn’t fucking like that, she slept in the guest bedroom because I didn’t feel good about leaving her home alone while your little science experiment is running all over this goddamn town. Ask one more question about it, and I swear you’ll have bigger concerns than this Upside Down bullshit,” Steve threatened. Dustin put his hands up, signaling that he would back off, and Steve nodded as he turned back around, taking a deep breath, and putting the car back in drive.

You were a little shocked by his outburst. The old Steve would have bragged about the fact that you had shared a bed with him, so you were a bit surprised that he lied, placing you in the guest room in his explanation to Dustin. Maybe he was embarrassed about it, you thought as your heart sank a little in your chest.

You finally made it to the park, Steve parking haphazardly by a trailhead as you all exited the BMW. You handed each boy a pair of rubber gloves from your backpack, slipping a pair on yourself before passing the boys each a bucket of raw meat. Steve threw on his backpack, nail bat sticking out of it. Your backpack looked similar, but packed with a golf club instead. You also had found a hunting knife that belonged to Mr. Harrington as you both had scoured the house for anything that was or could be turned into a weapon, and it sat sheathed on your right hip underneath your windbreaker.

Suddenly, Lucas’ voice was ringing out from Dustin’s walkie talkie, “Dustin! This is Lucas, do you copy? Dustin!”

“Well, well, well, look who it is?”

“Sorry, man, my sister turned it off.”

“Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I’m pretty sure he’s a baby demogorgon,” Dustin fumed.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll explain later, just meet me, Steve, and y/n at the old junkyard,” Dustin informed him.

“Steve?!”

“And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket.”

“Steve Harrington?!” Lucas emphasized his question again, still clearly in disbelief that Dustin was hanging out with that asshole. You couldn’t help but laugh. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Alright, let’s go,” he chimed in, ready for Dustin to end his dumb conversation with his friend. Why can’t Lucas be confused as to why y/n’s here too? Why does it always have to be me?

“Just be there, stat! Over and out,” Dustin ended the discussion, putting the walkie talkie back in his pocket.

It took a second for you to finally find the train tracks, having to hike about a mile and a half before you actually were able to see them. You were glad it was still early on a Sunday, so no one was out hiking to see the three kids who definitely looked like they did not hang out together on a regular basis with bright yellow gloves and bait buckets. There were some questions you just couldn’t answer.

So there the three of you were, walking the train tracks and dropping small chucks of raw meat behind you like sailors chumming the water for sharks. You tried not to think about it as the three of you made conversation to pass the time, beginning with you forcing Dustin to explain himself.

“Alright, so let me get this straight,” Steve spoke up after his explanation, “you kept something that you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl…who you just met?”

“Okay, that is grossly oversimplifying things,” Dustin replied. You were walking in a line, Dustin leading, Steve in the middle, and you taking up the rear. You were glad that this arrangement allowed you to emote freely, the boys unable to see you.

“Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” You chimed in, speaking on behalf of females across the globe who weren’t looking for boys to sweep them off their feet by showing them some trashcan residing tadpole that likes nougat.

“An inter dimensional slug? Because it’s awesome, duh. And I’m a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be excited about that y/n, considering you’re like a complete nerd.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “I’m not a complete nerd.”

“Uh yeah. You are. You’ve babysat me for a whole year now and all you do is homework. Even over the summer. I’m not even that nerdy!” Dustin exclaimed.

“I mean, the kid’s got a point y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you have fun…like ever,” Steve added. You gaped at him, unable to believe that he would take Henderson’s side. These motherfuckers were ganging up on you, and you wouldn’t have that.

“That is so not true! I went to that dumbass party you invited me to,” you reminded him. Dustin’s ears perked up at this, as he slowly turned, looking past Steve and narrowing his eyes at you. So Steve had been the one that invited you to the Halloween party. You realized your slip up and gave Dustin a look that you hoped was threatening enough for him to keep his mouth shut.

“Anyway, regardless of whether or not she thought it was cool—which she didn’t—I just…I don’t know, I just think you’re trying way too hard,” Steve refocused the conversation, not digging the obvious but silent argument the two of you were having that he was not privy to.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, Steve,” Dustin grumbled.

“It’s not about the hair man. The key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?”

“Yeah, exactly, it drives them nuts,” Steve replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world. You slowed down your strides. Steve continued to make it abundantly clear to you that he cared…like a whole hell of a lot. In some ways, you were starting to confuse all of this for interest, but maybe you were wrong; maybe he did truly just want to be friends. You bent down and retied your shoes trying to put some distance between you and the boys, not wanting them to see how let down you felt. The boys noticed, and started to slow their steps, but you shooed them ahead, letting them know you’d be fine. Steve hesitantly obliged, following Dustin who had already started back down the tracks.

“Then what?” Dustin asked.

“Then you just wait until—“ Steve turned making sure you were out of earshot, not quite wanting you to hear him talk about how he used to pick up women. “Uh, until you feel it,” Steve finished.

“Feel what?” Geez, did this kid ever stop asking fucking questions.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it but you can feel it, like this uh…electricity, you know?” Steve searched for the right words to explain it to Dustin. He figured a metaphor would be better, just in case you came within earshot again.

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—“

“No, no, no, no, no, like a…like a sexual electricity,” Steve connected the dots for him, “you feel that, and then you make your move.”

“So that’s when you kiss her?” Dustin asked innocently.

“No, woah, woah whoa! Slow down, Romeo…sure, okay, some girls want you to be aggressive right away, strong, hot and heavy, I don’t know, like…like a lion,” he continued to speak in metaphors, “but others you gotta be slow, stealth, like a…like a ninja.”

“What type is y/n,” Dustin asked.

Steve was thrown off by the question, but answered it anyway, “y/n’s different. She’s different than the other girls,” Steve said quietly as he looked over his shoulder, you were still trailing several paces behind, and for once he was glad. He didn’t usually like it when you were out of his sight…it was too dangerous, but right now it was nice to speak freely.

“Yeah, she is pretty special I guess,” Dustin agreed. Not many girls would have fought like hell for some random kid they babysat. You were probably one of the coolest people he knew…even if you did do a lot of homework.

“Yeah. Yeah, she is,” Steve sighed, still unsure of what the hell he was supposed to do about that. His love life was a complete shit show, but he was hoping that maybe by the end of all of this it wouldn’t be.

“But that’s the thing…this girl is special too, you know? It’s just like...something about her.”

“Woah, woah, woah. You’re not falling in love with this girl are you?” Steve asked, judgment and concern painted across his features.

“You’re not falling in love with y/n, are you?” Dustin shot back.

“Touché,” Steve replied. He looked back at you again. You had bent down to clear a branch out of the tracks, tossing it aside. Standing up and brushing your hair out of your face with your forearm, avoiding touching your skin with the rubber glove. “Well, don’t. She’ll just go breaking your heart and you’re way too young for that shit,” he added, turning away from you. Dustin hung his head down, and Steve remembered what it was like to be that age. He was never unpopular like Dustin was, but he remembered how awkward it was to be in middle school.

He sighed. “Fabergé organics,” he said pointing to his hair, “use the shampoo and the conditioner and when its damp—not wet, okay, damp—you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin asked, trying and failing to hold back his laughter.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone that I told you that and your ass is grass, you’re dead Henderson. You understand that?” Steve stopped, pointing a gloved finger in Dustin’s face.

“Are you threatening my kid?” The boys turned as you shouted, watching you jog towards them to catch up.

“Yes, yes I was,” Steve owned it, selling the threat, while Dustin stared a little wide eyed at him, gulping before nodding in agreement. You continued on, but you slowed a bit as you noticed a yellow flag sticking out on the side of the trail, marking a tree that’s trunk was black with rot. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, as you’d never seen anything quite like it…and someone was keeping tabs on it too, which was equally, if not more unsettling.

“Y/n? Are you coming?” Dustin asked, the impatience of his age showing.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” you muttered, shaking away the thought as you caught up with the boys.

***

You made it to the junkyard, each of you pouring the remaining chunks of raw meat in a pile in a clearing.

“I said medium-well!” You heard Lucas yell, turning to see him and a red headed girl headed your direction. You recognized her, and you kept trying to wrack your brain for how but you kept coming up empty. Dustin pulled Lucas aside to talk, so you decided to introduce yourself.

“Well, I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances,” you told her, extending your hand towards her. She took it and smiled.

“I’m Max.”

“So, how much do you know about all of this shit?” Steve asked and you rolled your eyes.

“This is Steve,” you added, not wanting to be entirely rude to the poor girl. Realization flashed across his face as he lifted his hand in a half wave, not really in the mood for introductions. The world was basically ending, did it really matter if you all knew each other?

Max waved back, pressing her lips into a thin line, clearly also unimpressed by Steve. You couldn’t imagine how she was putting up with Dustin and his friends all this time, but then again, you had spent the last twenty-four hours with Steve Harrington, so you really couldn’t judge. “I know pretty much everything,” Max answered your previous question, though you could tell she didn’t really buy it. You weren’t going to try to convince her. Hell, you wished you didn’t believe it either.

“Well, we should probably start prepping for some serious shit,” you spoke up, starting to lift up a piece sheet metal and turning to carry it towards a broken down old bus. Steve knew that had to be heavy as hell, and if he was being honest, watching you carry it was kind of hot. He shook the thought from his head as you returned to help Max carry another piece. He turned to make his way towards the boys who were doing nothing to help whatsoever.

While you and Max carried the sheet metal, you finally realized where you knew her from, “hey, you’re Billy’s sister, right?” You remembered her from the car. She had to walk all the way down to the middle school because Billy was a lazy piece of shit.

“Step sister, but to answer your question, yeah, unfortunately,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t tell Steve that because he definitely is not a fan of your brother,” you chuckled.

“Join the club,” she sighed as you set the scrap down. You heard a loud bang as you turned to see Steve banging a metal chair against a car to get the younger boys’ attention.

“Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me out are y/n and this random girl?”

You and Max looked at each other and you burst out laughing. You apologized that Steve had referred to you as “this random girl,” as you moved to grab more and more materials to set up your impromptu shelter. Steve and the boys continued to grab sheet metal and you began pouring gasoline all over the clearing. Fire had worked pretty damn good the last time, so you were banking on it working again, hoping that it was enough.

You had fortified the entire bus with sheet metal, wiping the sweat beading on your forehead after you and Steve placed the last piece. The kids were all piling onto the dilapidated vehicle and you were about ready to join them when Steve grabbed your elbow for you to wait.

“What?” You asked, not quite sure why he had stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay if this thing shows up?” He asked, scanning your face trying to read your expression as if it would reveal some sort of fundamental truths about the universe to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you shook free of his grasp, somewhat annoyed with him. If him showing he cared meant that he wasn’t interested, you weren’t interested in hearing it.

“What’s the matter? What did I do?” Steve was confused and a bit hurt too. Through all of this you had gotten along so well, and now was not the time for your friendship to be on the fritz.

You sighed, not quite sure how to explain yourself. You knew you were being unreasonable, but you just didn’t have the energy to care right now. “It’s just…I don’t know, I just wish you didn’t care so much about me sometimes. I didn’t matter to you at all a year ago, so it’s just a lot sometimes to have you worried about me all the damn time, whether it’s some guy hitting on me or this shit. I can take care of myself, I’m not fucking weak, okay?” You grumbled.

“That’s not fair, y/n, and I think you know it. And I wish I wouldn’t have been so stuck up and that we could’ve been friends sooner. And yeah, believe me, I fucking know you can handle yourself, but now that we are friends, I kind of am partial to having you around and if that means yelling at sketchy douchebags like Billy and knocking some inter dimensional fucker into next week, I’ll be damned if I let you stop me,” Steve emphasized. You could hear the annoyance in his voice, but you could also hear the desperation. Steve didn’t say it, but his heart just wanted him to scream let me take care of you…in every damn way there was.

“I know, but Steve the reality of the situation is that we’re in deep fucking shit, and either of us could get ripped to shreds or incapacitated by that thing at any moment, so I need to know that I can be okay without you.”

It was hard to admit it and your voice wavered a bit, but it was true. Something in Steve clicked when you said it and he finally understood why you were so hellbent on fending for yourself. Suddenly, Steve stepped forward and put his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, needing to just hold onto you for a second.

You weren’t expecting the hug, but it was more than welcome nonetheless. You didn’t really know how you were supposed to react, but you felt your hands instinctively go up to run your fingers through his hair. You spent a minute like that before pulling away, Steve taking a step back again and clearing his throat.

“Sorry, it’s just I think I push the idea that we might not come back from this out of my head sometimes. I don’t want to have any regrets if this all goes to shit,” he said. What he wanted to say was I want the chance to hold you, just in case.

You nodded and the two of you entered the bus. If the kids heard your conversation, they didn’t say anything, as you and Steve joined them on the floor.

Now it was just a waiting game. Your hand went to the blade at your hip, your fingers running over the leather of the holster. You were ready.

***

Lucas had vacated the bus, instead choosing to sit on the roof to operate as look out. You wished you would have volunteered because sitting and waiting inside this damn thing had become near excruciating. Steve kept flicking his lighter on and off, and you glared at him in the dark, hoping that it would have enough fluid left for when you really needed it.

“So…you really fought one of these things before?” Max spoke up and asked. Steve nodded, continuing to mess with the lighter.

“…and you’re, like, totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear. Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.” Dustin fumed.

“Geez, someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” Max shot back, crossing her arms.

“Dustin!” You scolded. He rolled his eyes and turned away from you, and you decided to give up on trying to get him to play nice. “I’m definitely sure it wasn’t a bear. I’ve even got the scars to prove it,” you tried to go back to Max’s original question, believing that she deserved a kindly worded answer.

“Yeah, she almost died. Still think it was a fucking bear?” Dustin grumbled from his seat, still refusing to face the rest of you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to make it clear to Max that you thought he was being ridiculous.

“Here, I’ll show you.” You took off the windbreaker, and slipped your arm out of your turtleneck sleeve. Steve went to avert his eyes as a large part of your chest and torso was now on display, but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes caught your upper arm. He had never actually seen the wounds, just your blood-soaked sleeve and then the bandage, and since, you had avoided wearing anything that showed your upper arm. It was littered with scars and his breath hitched in his throat. He left that fight without a scratch on him. Well, other than the ones he already had from his scuffle with Jonathan. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to have that permanent of a reminder.

Dustin cleared his throat loudly and kicked Steve in the leg, signaling at him that he should probably look away before you noticed him staring. Steve quickly obliged, becoming very fascinated with a spot on the floor while you covered back up.

“That’s fucking crazy,” Max breathed out, “why the hell are you guys here if you almost died last time you had to deal with this thing?”

“Because who else would?” You replied as if it was simple. This was now your burden to bear, and you felt a pang in your chest as you realized that it was now Max’s as well.

With that, she nodded, moving to the ladder to join Lucas on the roof. Dustin scoffed and muttered another insult as she disappeared from the body of the bus.

“That’s good. Just show her you don’t care,” Steve spoke up.

“I don’t,” Dustin grumbled. Steve winked at him, and you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.” You interjected, kicking at his leg, much like Dustin had done earlier. “Besides, just so you know,” you added, directing your focus back at Dustin, but saying it just as much for Steve’s benefit, “that’s terrible advice. Girls like it when you show them that they mean something to you. If you just keep them guessing they’re going to lose interest.”

Suddenly, you heard a growl settle across the junkyard and the familiar chattering that haunted you in your sleep. You, Steve, and Dustin moved quickly to look out the caged in window. The fog making it difficult to make anything out.

“You see him?” You asked.

“No,” Steve replied, his eyes rapidly darting around the clearing hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything that would be helpful in giving you even the slightest advantage in this fight.

“I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!” You suddenly heard Lucas yell from the roof. Surely enough, there it was. You felt anxiety start to creep up in your chest, but then you reminded yourself that you were caged in. The demogorgon couldn’t get you in there…right?

“He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?” Steve asked.

“Maybe he’s not hungry,” Dustin proposed. Surely that couldn’t be it, and you wracked your brain trying to come up with a plan. You finally settled on one, granted it wasn’t great, but it was about your best option at the moment. It’s now or never.

“Or maybe it’s sick of cow,” you added, swiftly getting up before anyone could stop you and grabbing the golf club.

“Y/n? Y/n, what are you doing?” Dustin asked, fear seeping into his voice. Steve shot up grabbing the nail bat, understanding where you were going. He decided he wasn’t going to argue, but he wasn’t going to let you go by yourself either.

“Y/n, Steve!” Dustin called out again. Steve tossed him the lighter, the boy fumbling it before he caught it.

“Just be ready,” Steve warned as the two of you quickly swung open the door and exited the safety of the bus. Steve started whistling and calling out to the demogorgon, attempting to lure it towards the bus so you could enact your plan. You both cautiously stepped farther and farther out into the clearing, weapons in hand, looking like you were about to play the most fucked up game of basegolf ever.

“Come on! Dinner time,” you shouted out feeling fear rise in your throat. You couldn’t believe you were walking back into this again, but you had three kids with you and you weren’t going to let this creature put a scratch on them. No one else needed to come out of this with scars. You finally saw the demogorgon, or well, adolescent demogorgon. It was on all fours, stepping out from the fog into the clearing. It looked fucking menacing and you the longer you were out here, the more determined than ever you were to kill the fucking thing.

Lucas’ voice suddenly rang out “Steve! Y/n! Watch out! Three o’clock! Three o’clock!” You looked to your left and realized it wasn’t alone as two more began to climb over one of the other rundown vehicles. It had brought company.

“A little busy,” Steve called back, eyes still focused on the demogorgon in front of him.

“Steve,” you warned, and the fear in your tone caused him to turn, finally realizing that you were outnumbered. Suddenly, the face of the one across from Steve opened up as it started bounding towards the two of you, it’s buddies swiftly closing in as well, Steve dodged the first one, rolling over the hood of a car to get out of the way. You whacked at one to your left with the golf club, barely dodging another as it charged at you. So much was happening at once, and you were struggling to process it all. You barely jumped out of the way of another attack, as Steve roughly grabbed your wrist swinging you in front of him and shoving you as you both sprinted towards the bus. You heard the kids’ screams for you to hurry as the creatures closed in behind you. the two of you barely hopped back into the bus and shut the door, landing in a heap as you shoved more sheet metal to block the door. One of the demogorgons lunged at the bus, its sharp claws clamoring against the metal as you and Steve tried desperately to hold the door shut with your legs.

The kids all sprung into action, Dustin calling out on his walkie talkie for help, as the demogorgon finally broke through the door. Steve started beating it with the nail bat, swinging again and again, as it still didn’t die with each blow. It finally stopped moving, but that was when you all heard the sounds of footsteps on the roof, realizing too late that you hadn’t blocked the emergency exit. Max stood at the bottom of the ladder as the demogorgon approached, you shoved her out of the way as it opened its mouth to shriek at you. You were back in relatively the same position you had been in a year ago, you unsheathed your knife from your hip about ready to slit its throat, when all of the sudden it stopped screeching, growling off into the distance before swiftly vacating the bus.

You all cautiously exited the bus, realizing that the rest of them had left as well, all of you confused by the fact that they had just left. These things didn’t leave, not without killing something first.

“What happened?” Lucas asked.

“Y/n and Steve scared them off?” Dustin replied.

“No way,” Steve disagreed, “they’re going somewhere.”

***

The five of you made your way back down the train tracks, trying to get back to Steve’s car so you could get the hell out of there. Lucas and Max had began asking Dustin questions, similar to the ones you and Steve had asked him when he first told you guys.

“When’s he gonna molt again?” Max asked.

“It’s gonna be soon. When he does, he’ll be fully grown, or close to it,” Dustin replied confidently. The thing had already grown significantly in just a few days, there’s no telling how long you had to find him until he was the nine-foot beast you were a little too familiar with.

“Yeah, and he’s gonna eat a lot more than just cats,” Steve added, unaware of the argument that it was going to start.

“Wait, Dart ate a cat?!” Lucas yelled the question, clearly angry.

“No, no he didn’t,” Dustin answered way too quickly.

“What are you talking about? He ate Mews,” Steve interjected clearly confused. You elbowed him in the ribs to get him to stop talking. You were already annoyed with these children 90% of the time; you didn’t need to listen to another one of their dumb arguments. You tuned out their yelling back and forth before you and Steve started to walk ahead, but then you heard a growl in the distance. You all ran at the sound, coming up to an overlook where you saw Hawkins Lab in the distance.

“It’s the lab,” Lucas finally said, “they were going back home.”

You started taking off towards the lab. You were going to finish this thing once and for all. Steve ran after you, putting a hand on your shoulder to slow you down. You whirled around already thinking of your argument when he told you that this was a bad idea. Before you could even get the words out, he was speaking.

“Hey, just promise me, whatever we do, we do together, okay?” There it was again, his pinky extended towards yours. You grabbed it tightly, looking him in the eyes with the most sincerity that you could muster.

“Promise.”

***

a/n: I hope y’all liked this part. Honestly I’m just excited for when I get to write Billy showing up and Max being a total badass, so if you’re interested in that stay tuned. I’ve been trying to crank these out as quickly as possible, and your engagement makes it all the more exciting to write them, so comment and reblog if you liked it!

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 3 months

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`•- Catching Feelings

matthias czernin x reader

prompt: pining / mutual pining

warnings: physical touch

a/n: i am the ceo of matthias czernin. he is everything ever to me. i spent everything i had (118 pulls so far) and he still hasn't come home. i actually cried a teeny tiny bit over not getting him. i have an extreme emotional attachment to this man. i love him sm!!! also this is day 3 of the valentines event yippee

when it comes to romance, matthias doesn't know a thing.

he's used to being forgotten in favor of louis all his life, and he expected to continue being ignored once he got to the manor. so, when you welcomed him in with a warm smile, he was most certainly caught off guard.

what shocked matthias even more, though, was the way you always seemed to offer him advice and a helping hand in matches. you even considered him as a friend, despite you two only meeting recently.

over the months, the two of you grew much closer to one another. although he's quiet, has a hard time talking, and stumbles over his words a lot, you're always very patient with him, and he always appreciated your kindness. it was only natural that this appreciation would soon turn into adoration.

matthias doesn't really notice it at first. as mentioned before, he's not really used to having people hang around with him, so he doesn't realize whatsoever how his heartbeat speeds up and a feeling of fondness overtakes him whenever he's around you.

when he does notice it, though, oh boy. he's certainly thrown for a loop. what first made him realize his feelings was a simple and mundane action from you that made him feel a lot more flustered than he should've. it wasn't anything special, you just happened to pull him into a warm, gentle hug and tell him that he did well after a match, but matthias practically froze as butterflies fluttered in his stomach and a soft red tinted his cheeks, rendering him speechless as he tried to regain his composure without alerting or concerning you.

later that day, once the both of you returned to the manor, matthias practically made a beeline to his bedroom, locking himself in and sitting down on his bed. he lost himself in his thoughts as he replayed your kind actions in his mind. he thought about the way he felt in that moment. up until now, matthias had just thought it was normal that he felt a bit warmer whenever he was around you rather than others, but now, he wasn't so sure. he had never felt such an intense surge of emotion before, and the fact that such a simple yet kind action from you made him feel so fuzzy and warm inside really made him question himself. matthias buried his face into his hands as he slowly, almost begrudgingly realized that he wanted to be much more than a friend to you.

the next time you two are hanging around with each other, he's a lot more reserved around than before. don't get me wrong, he still likes having conversations with you and being around you, of course. he just doesn't talk as much as he did before (which already wasn't a lot) because he's afraid of letting his emotions take ahold of him and accidentally saying something stupid. you're the only person who's ever really been kind and stuck around him, and he doesn't want to risk ruining it all.

what matthias doesn't realize is how obvious he is. whenever he's around you, as much as he doesn't want to show it, he always gets awkward and a bit red in the face. whenever he thinks you're not looking, he sneaks a few glances at you, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. he's always been a bit fidgety, but he's especially so when he's around you. he thinks he's doing a good job at hiding it, but you catch on pretty quickly.

he's afraid to confess. as mentioned earlier, he doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship because of his feelings. he's afraid of having to let you go. as much as he dreams of being in a relationship with you, he just doesn't think you'd ever feel the same way about him. you'd have to knock some sense into him. sit down and talk things out with him, start with telling about how much you've enjoyed spending time with him ever since you two met, and if he still doesn't get the message, just flat-out confess to him.

when you do, his face immediately becomes redder than a tomato. matthias stutters and looks at you wide-eyed, and you can't help but quietly laugh at how adorable he looks in the moment. if you want to fluster him even more, gently hold his hand and pull him into a soft kiss. he'll freeze up for a moment as he tries to process your affection, but pretty soon he just melts and gently kisses you back.

congratulations, you now have matthias czernin practically wrapped around your finger.

a/n: i love matthias czernin he is everything ever to me and i would do anything for him <33

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

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gemini-stories · 3 months

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remember me (2) | j.wy x reader

synopsis: the years may have passed but he always remembered you. even when you didn't. pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader genre: idol!AU, friends to strangers to partners to lovers (?), smut (minors do not interact!!) warnings: idol wooyoung, idol reader, smut, swearing, a tad bit of angst, mutual pining, oh.oh (I really wanted to use this trope in this story!), unprotected vaginal penetration (bad irl!!), mirrors (iykik), reader is bitchy, wooyoung finally stands up for himself (and the end makes him happy:D), miscommunication (I hate this but I swear there's a reason for it). nothing too dirty but if I miss anything pls let me know! word count: 5.1k ish a/n: when I first got the idea for this I thought I knew exactly where it was going. I was so wrong:)) the story kinda wrote itself in the end. I wanted to apologise for the miscommunication trope but it was so necessary for the development of both reader's and wy's development (don't hate me too much, it was all good in the end:D). as usual I’m open to any feedback and criticism so don’t be shy to let me know!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ previous part ─────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

“You did what?” Hajun started laughing.

“You heard me the first time,” you rolled your eyes, reaching for the takeout Hajun brought to you half an hour ago, when you called him for an embarrassing emergency.

“Obviously I did. But I wanted you to say again how you sat on the pretty boy’s face.”

You couldn’t say the whole situation happened out of nowhere. You couldn’t deny the tension between you only got stronger since the stupid sexy dance.

You expected Wooyoung to mention your little very hot interaction. But he didn’t! He was acting as if nothing happened, back to being the sloppy, careless, unreliable, and spineless self.

And that pissed you off even more. Was he ever going to mention anything? How long were you going to wait? You gave him plenty of opportunities! Right? You were the one that went to him first. And what did he do? Pretend you never met, never existed. Unimpressed. Careless.

Sloppy. Unreliable.

And spineless.

“All I’m saying is, you two seemed to enjoy each other. So I see nothing wrong about it,” Hajun continued slurping from his drink.

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“Dude, what complications?” he asked skeptically.

“I can give you about a gazillion..dude.”

“If it’s about our eternal love, I can take my pity ass and my heartbroken heart and disappear in the sunset,” he wiped a fake tear from his right eye. To which you could only reply by laughing.

“No, but I’m serious, you know our arrangement was never something that should be complicated and could be ended whenever it wasn’t useful for any of us.”

“I know,” you sighed, “and trust me this has nothing to do with it. I swear.”

“Then? What’s the problem?”

Then? What’s the problem? You. You were the problem. And your lack of sincerity.

And Wooyoung’s.

But, oh well, two could play this game. If he was not going to say anything, why would you. You continued your practice like before. Him messing up, as usual. And you bitching about it with snarky remarks, as usual. Him never replying back, as usual. And you getting more pissed because of it, as usual.

You tried to ignore the feeling of his touch, and the electricity it was sending to your body each time. Thinking about dead unicorns should help.

His hands glided over your thighs, ripping your skin with them, leaving you open and raw, falling into his arms. Finally, this dance move was a success, at the price of you being skinned alive. You looked into his eyes. Really looked. And could only silently beg him to look back into yours. Really look.

“Are you ok?” Hongjoong asked. You were almost finalising your studio session of the day and to say that you were distracted was not enough. You were not your talkative opinionated self and that was making Hongoong slightly uncomfortable. He felt you staring at the screens over his shoulder the whole time, without you making any remarks to the changes he was making to the song segments. It was too weird for him. He had to ask. It was your decision if you were going to be honest or not.

“Why did you propose for Wooyoung to be my partner when I told you I was looking for one?” you asked absentmindedly.

“Did he do something?” he turned to face you. “Did he say something? What did he do?”

You kinda mentally chuckled at the thought of Wooyoung misbehaving so much that this was Hongjoong’s first thought, that he did something. Not that he was wrong though. He did more than something. He said more than something too…focus. Dead unicorns.

“Nothing, nothing. I was just curious.” You nudged.

“Oh, okay. Well, he is the best dancer I know. So, I thought it would be a great solution for you and a great opportunity for him, for a great collaboration with the second best dancer I know,” he smiled.

“How dare you?” you gasped, pretending to be offended. “At least tell me I’m the best singer you produced a song for. So I can forgive this audacity!”

To which Hongjoong remained silent and continued to smile, returning to his work.

“Rude,” you scoffed.

If only Wooyoung could live up to Hongjoong’s title. You knew he was great. Amazing even. You were an Ateez fan after all. You knew what he was capable of. You watched all his performances. So why was he not giving his best with you too.

You two had another video call with the choreographer, after your latest dance video submission. He was disappointed and he was trying really hard to hide it.

“Wooyoung, I watched some of your videos man, and what I see now doesn’t seem like you.”

Exactly what you were thinking!

“And you Y/N, we worked together for years. I know you. This doesn’t seem like you either,” he sighed. “The second choreography was meant to strengthen your chemistry, not make it worse. Please, try it again for a couple of days and then go back to your routine. Accept each other’s movements.”

How could you go back to the second, hot and dangerous choreography. You both silently agreed to not mention it again. Dead unicorns, right?

You were stiff.

He was flustered.

This was never going to work out.

“What is this?” you asked reaching for the small pink box from the bench where you’d usually leave your bag at the beginning of the practice.

“I, I wanted to apologise,” Wooyoung started with a shy smile, “for everything. Everything.”

You opened the box to find a dozen bunny shaped biscuits, topped with white icing. The asshole.

“No thanks, I don’t eat sugar.”

The room turned a couple degrees colder. You politely closed the box and put it back on the bench, starting your morning practice.

Nothing was working how you wanted. For the first time in weeks it was you making stupid mistakes. Wooyoung was doing god’s work trying not to start laughing at every mistake. The fact that he was aware of your mistakes was making you even more self-conscious and you hated feeling that. You knew exactly when was the last time you felt like that and you swore to yourself to never feel like that again. But here you were now. In this situation. And there was only one asshole to blame.

“Did you really think that apology was going to work?” You couldn’t keep it in you anymore and asked staring into his eyes, when he was on top of you.

“What?” He stopped in the middle of his step.

“The stupid biscuits, what were you thinking?”

“I thought it would be a nice gesture. How should I know you don’t eat sugar?”

You groaned loudly, continuing your steps.

“It’s not even about the sugar.”

Wooyoung was so confused. You were always weirdly cryptic in a mad way, but this time it was…weird in a weird way. Most of the times you were annoyed by things he was not doing, and this was a first - being annoyed by something he did do?

He was surprised you never mentioned the incident. He didn’t want to be too greedy so he didn’t do it first. He could swear something possessed him that day. He was so…cheeky that day. Was he cheeky with his partners before? Sure. Would he have done something like this with someone else? Of course!

How did he do it with you? He couldn’t comprehend. He was never cheeky with you. For god’s sake he couldn’t even argue with you when you kept bitching during practice.

So what on earth went through his mind?

The same nasty thoughts he always had when he thinks of you. The same nasty thoughts he always had when you were in a five meter radius from him.

The same nasty thoughts he always had when he touched you.

He blushed the whole way home that day. He blushed while getting ready for bed. He blushed while taking a shower. He blushed while drawing stupid hearts on the shower glass. He blushed while taking a picture. He blushed while thinking of you when writing the caption. He blushed when he saw you liked the post.

He was so far gone.

All the possible conversation scenarios went through his mind that night and he was ready to have any sort of uncomfortable talk with you. But you acted like nothing happened and didn’t say anything. So he didn’t either.

He thought about apologizing. For everything. And what better way than with something sweet. Two things that were always recurrent on your old instagram were bunnies and desserts. So he thought, what could go wrong with some bunny biscuits. Right?

Apparently many things because you were mad about it. For some reason Wooyoung couldn’t understand. It was a different type of mad from the one you constantly showed in the past weeks. It was more of a sulky mad, which Wooyoung actually found adorable.

But nevertheless you were mad. And that never helped your dance practices before, it wasn’t going to help now either.

It was most certainly not helping you while getting flustered during the dance.

You mentally refused to call for Hajun in the past days, especially for your quick breaks during the day. You really wanted to, but you couldn’t. A different person was flying through your thoughts when you were thinking about it. Your arrangement with Hajun was nice and convenient but you’d never fuck him while thinking of someone else. You were not like that.

So you were left just with your thoughts.

And the memory of that day.

How hot and electrifying it was. How hot and electrifying he was. Nope. Dead unicorns!

“Is your dance practice going well?” Hongjoong questioned Wooyoung after just arriving at the studio with a bag of take out that Hongjoong asked for.

“Amazing.” Wooyoung breathed, paying attention to the food packages, looking for something he could nibble on. “Why?”

“Y/N cancelled our session today saying she wants to focus on the dance as there’s ‘some setbacks that she couldn’t foresee’”, he emphasized with air quotes and squinting his eyes. “What did you do?”

Wooyoung scoffed. “Why do you think I did something? We weren’t supposed to practice today and I have no clue what these ‘setbacks’ are about. Maybe she didn’t want to see you today and lied about it. Did you think about that?” he giggled while stealing some fries from Hongjoong’s plate.

“Y/N wouldn’t lie.” Hongjoong stated matter of factly, as if he stated the sky is blue.

He was honest about it as he was honest about the image he had of you - sincere, hardworking, professional and sweet and caring and, and definitely not a liar that avoids a day of work.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Of course she wouldn’t.

Okay, maybe indeed you wouldn’t lie. Break promises? Forget about them? Stamp on them? All plausible events.

“You know what I don’t get?” Hongjoong continued opening his sauce.

“I have a really long list. With what do you want me to start?”

“You think you’re smart, dumbass?”

“I do, in fact.” Wooyoung smiled proudly.

“Nevermind then.” Hongjoong hated how Wooyoung wasn’t serious about this conversation. He wasn’t serious from the beginning and Hongjoong thought it was just a caprice. One that continued for longer than he expected. The reason why he really wanted to understand what this was all about.

“Come on, don’t start sulking like a bitch and tell me!”

“I know you are a stupid fanboy in, what you think is a secret, but when you talk about her you sound like you hate her. What’s up with it, it’s weird dude.”

From all the item’s on Wooyoung’s list, this was not one. Did he really make it sound like he hates you? Was he stupid? He didn’t want the others to know that he admires you so much so they wouldn’t tease him about it, but he didn’t want the opposite either…from the outside perspective it looks like he hates you?

“I don’t hate her. I could never hate her.'' He was looking anywhere but at Hongjoong, not being able to face him, now embarrassed by himself.

“I know that. But if you act with her like how you talk to me about her, I have bad news for you.”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated for who? You? Then uncomplicate it.” Hongjoong sighed. “We can’t afford not having great results out of this collaboration. It’s not only good for you or for me. It’s good for all of us. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.”

Is he fucking it up?

He scrolled through his camera roll until he found the picture he was looking for. A picture of the red velvet cake he bought a few days ago as a nice gesture for the team. The cake was cut in eight even slices, with one slice missing, that he ate by himself because he was too impatient to wait for everyone to be back home and eat it together. Maybe he was always a little bit too impatient and expected too much from others.

He edited the picture, putting a filter over it, that would fit the rest of his feed and posted it on his secret account with the caption: ‘I bleed on the plate in front of you and you sip my blood even though you are not thirsty.’

You sighed looking at the picture and reading the caption and put your phone aside. You were alone in the dance room, trying to take your mind from anything else but dancing. You had to admit, Wooyoung was not the only one making mistakes. You had to focus and get it done with it!

The last time you felt so incompetent while dancing was in your first year you took lessons. You were maybe five or six. You didn’t understand much, thinking that dancing is just vibing with the music. You cried at your first competition after making a mistake on stage, making you feel not good enough. You promised yourself then and there to never feel like that again. And you never did again.

You were startled when the door opened and Wooyoung entered, holding a small pink box.

“We were supposed to have the day off from practice today. What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I should ask you,” he smiled a sweet smile. “I wanted to bring you some of this, I swear they have no sugar,” he passed you the small box that you opened and saw the same bunny shapes. It was crackers this time, no sugar. “It’s from this bakery that I really like and I swear it’s really nice.”

You scoffed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. “Why are you doing this?”

“I thought it would be nice.”

You pushed the box back to him and looked up straight into his eyes. “Why the fucking bunnies?’

“I thought you’d like them.”

“Why? Why would you think I’d like them?”

Please, for once, say it.

“Because they are cute?”

“For fuck’s sake Wooyoung,” you turned your back to him, pretending to go back to your practice. “Forget about it.”

For once, when Wooyoung got annoyed he did talk back to you. He wanted to just leave. If you didn’t want his gift he wasn’t going to insist. But you had to go and run your mouth and touch his most sensitive nerve. Too bad. “That might be something that you can easily do. But I don’t!”

Were you hearing right? He talked back! Finally. Too bad he also had the audacity. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I never forget anything important to me,” he continued.

“Oh, sure you don’t forget anything,” you interrupted, mocking him.

“But it seems forgetting comes effortlessly for you. Since you probably don’t care about it, it doesn’t matter and it easily disappears from your mind, no?”

“I came to you!” you stopped his rambling. “And you forgot me! You forgot our promise! You forgot to fulfill it! I gave you so many chances and each time you acted as if you forgot everything. Even this stupid fucking choreography. I wanted to do it with you from the beginning. But then you acted like you never cared about it? You were late, you were not putting in effort, you were not even defending yourself.”

And it was out. You kept it in you for so long. It was bound to happen. Was it sort of kind of the reason why everything wrong that he was doing was making you so bitchy? Definitely yes. And now it was sort of kind of out in the open. You could finally confront him about him being the bad guy in your story.

“You, you knew all this time?”

He wasn’t sure he heard right. You knew. It wasn’t just him. But you too.

“I knew what? That we made a stupid promise that you never kept when we were ten? That we met again four years later and I came to you and you acted like you had no idea who I was? That the next year was the same? Even worse? That we were working in the same fucking industry but you never once remembered? Then, yes, yes I knew about all this.”

It was never a stupid promise. Never for him. Thanks to it he actually continued his dance lessons as a child. He ended up winning so many competitions. The scouts from the company noticed him. He debuted. He is here today, with you, preparing for the end of the year awards. He was always grateful for it, even when he thought you didn’t remember. It was never a stupid promise.

“I never forgot. I knew it was you!”

He was unbelievable.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” you threw your hand in the air, in a sign of desperation.

“I was embarrassed, okay?” Wooyoung fidgeted in place. It was the first time he was going to admit this out loud. Not even in his thoughts did he ever admit it. “Because I wasn’t able to keep the promise and win, I felt like a failure.” Indeed, he never fulfilled his side of the promise. He did win the competition, but he didn’t “snatch” the first place from you. You were not there. And that was the only reason he was able to win. Which was proved years later when you two were competing against each other and you effortlessly won. He never got first place with you there.

“This is so dumb. I only made that promise with you because I thought you were sweet and cute,” you blushed, “and I didn't want you to abandon dancing, and I wanted to see you again the next year!”

“But you moved away.” He stopped your train of thoughts. As if he found the flaw in your story. It was 100% not only his fault here.

“But I moved away. And I was still hoping you’d win the stupid competitions so we’d meet at regionals!” Fair excuse. In fact, it was not your fault that you moved. You were too young and you were going where your parents were going.

“But then you acted like you didn’t know me there.” See? Another flaw in your story.

“I wanted to see if you remembered me! And it was obvious to me you didn’t!” Which seemed perfectly reasonable to your fourteen year old brain. Now? Not as much. But back then you could swear this was the most romantic thing you could think of - testing to see if he’d remember. Almost like testing the power of destiny.

“I wanted to see if you remembered me! I didn’t want to embarrass myself even more, hanging on to a promise from years ago.” Valid. Very valid. Extremely valid. Both to his fourteen year old self and the present self.

“Oh my god?” you groaned. “Not even when I made this whole elaborated plan to have you as my dance partner couldn’t you tell? It took me months to think of something.”

“You did say your favourite was Hongjoong though. That reinforced to me that you didn’t remember me in fact.”

You groaned. After you debuted you gave up on seeing Wooyoung again. He remained a bittersweet memory in your mind, thinking of him constantly. Wondering what he was up to. Then he debuted as well. The universe was really giving you another chance.

Now, you only had to find a way to be together and see if maybe maybe he could remember you. Which was obviously not easy. Be it award shows, or music shows, it was never the right moment or the right time.

Then an interesting thought crept into your mind. You were going to work on your solo album and have an important dance segment. You could definitely have a collaboration of some sorts with him. But how were you going to ask for it without it being too suspicious.

You never lied by saying you wanted to have a song produced by Hongjoong! It was just such a wonderful result of how your plan was going to work.

“I was giving you signs too!” Wooyoung complained.

“What?” you got closer to him. “The bunnies?” you raised your chin to face him. “The pictures with cryptic verses?” you squinted your eyes.

“What pictures with cryptic verse?”

There was no way you knew about it. You couldn’t. How could you?

“Don’t act dumb now. I know all about your secret account. And I know you know I know. I even followed you!”

Wooyoung was panicking. “How did you know it was mine?”

“Oh please, the profile picture is your hand as a pinky promise,” you started, “and some things you were writing were fitting with things you were doing.” you felt your cheeks burn just a little bit.

“Like what?” maybe you were bluffing, or simply testing him, as it seems you were testing him constantly. Nevertheless, he was curious what gave him away. It couldn’t have been just the profile pictures.

“You know…things.”

“I actually don’t,” he looked down at you through hooded eyes, suspicious. You were fucking bluffing!

You avoided his glare, looking away when you finally said with a small voice, “The shower heart convinced me it was you.”

Oh. Oh.

So it was like that. The unspeakable.

“See, that’s another event you were acting like it never happened and you never mentioned it.”

“You never mentioned it either,” you opened your eyes accusingly.

“Why do you keep waiting for me to do things first?” he closed the distance between your faces, breathing you in. “What was I supposed to say? Can you sit on my face again? Would you allow me the privilege to eat you out again?”

“I didn’t… I never…You…could’ve…” you swallowed your words because anyways you didn’t know what you wanted to say.

Wooyoung chuckled at your loss of words, couldn’t believe you were not having a comeback. It was fairly easy to do and he scolded himself for not doing it earlier, as you were too cute squirming there not uttering a word back to him.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” he smirked, eyeing your lips. He wanted to test this limit of yours.

“Don’t be an asshole.” And…you were back to your bitchy defensive self.

“Oh, I’m the asshole? Don’t act like I’m the bad guy now.”

“No. I don’t act anything. Yes, you are the bad guy in my story. So what, I am probably the bad guy in your story. You know we are all bad guys in someone’s story.” You could ramble on and on, deflecting the attention from you to whatever you were trying to say.

Wooyoung cupped your cheek bringing back your attention to him. “Can you just… shut the fuck up for once and let me kiss you.”

He pressed his lips on yours, shyly nibbling at your lower lip. He deepened the kiss, lowering his hand on the side of your neck. You smiled against his lips and shortly giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Wooyoung furrowed his brows.

“You are acting differently.” You started playing with the zipper of his hoodie, unsure if you should say this. “One day you don’t even look me in the eyes and then the next you tell me to shut up and you do this?”

Wooyoung’s lips curled into a sheepish smile.

“You mean this?” And kissed you again, deeper and sloppier. “You just got me acting up.”

It was so easy for you to get lost into the kiss, feeling it like a warm embrace in your whole body.

“I think I might like you more when you actually talk back,” you said in between kisses, trying to gasp for air.

He continued a trail of kisses on your neck, which you found extremely dangerous.

“Maybe we should practice the choreography,” you whispered.

“I thought we were not supposed to practice today,” he breathed on your skin.

“Well since you came all the way here, we shouldn’t waste any time, right? Time is ticking and we should send a new recording.”

You felt his other hand caressing your waist. You really wished you weren’t wearing a sweater. He stopped his sweet sweet kisses and looked at you.

“I think I might like you more when you shut up,” he grinned a shit-eating grin.

“Smartass.”

You did say you liked him more when he was talking back and that was exactly what he was doing.

He didn’t remove his hand from you, one still resting on the small of your back and one still kneading your neck. He was waiting for your next move. If you really wanted to practice, that’s what he was going to do. If not, he also had other ideas.

“Fuck it,” you sighed, reaching for his lips.

You kissed him exactly how you wanted to kiss him the day he entered through the door of your practice room, hungrily and passionatly.

Wooyoung’s hands found their way under your sweater, gliding on your bare back for the first time and sending shivers through your body.

“Tell me to stop,” he gasped.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

That was the moment the flip switched in his brain. You chose the section option. To hell with the dance practice.

He guided you to the nearest wall, where you could finally rest against something. You could swear your knees were going to fail on you.

You quickly unzipped his hoodie and peeled it off him smoothly. He wasted no time and took off his shirt in a swift motion. You trailed the lines of his chest with your fingers, leaving the ghost of your touch burning up his skin.

“One from me, one from you,” he tugged at the hem of your sweater. You raised your arms letting him take it off for you. You wanted to see him work for it. He removed your white top without warning, leaving you half naked.

“That was actually two from me,” you chuckled.

He was kissing the top of your breasts. Licking and delicately biting your soft spots.

“How beautiful,” he whispered against your skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, completely leaning between the wall and him and his kisses. You could feel him through your thin leggings and you loved that you had this effect on him. You couldn’t help but slowly move your hips. Yup, you were hot and bothered. How could you not, when you were showered in his sweet kisses.

His hand traveled lower, under your leggings.

“You do have a habit of not wearing underwear, huh?”

You felt your cheeks turning red. Yes, that was a habit you could say. A habit that you were so going to continue practicing from now on.

You unhooked your legs, allowing him to take off your leggings. He took his sweet time pulling them down, and then slowly kissing your leg up to your thigh, ending up with a sloppy kiss on top of your pussy.

He was in the middle of unzipping his pants when he stopped. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s literally the last thing i care about right now,” you scoffed and unzipped his pants yourself.

Wooyoung gleamead and kissed your forehead tenderlly. “You are so perfect.”

You raised your right leg, to make space for him. He took out his cock, aligning himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you.

Your hips were moving by themselves, you wanted him deeper and deeper. Closer and closer. All of him.

He grabbed your other leg too, hooking them both behind his back. You were wrapped around him, locking him in place. There was no other place he’d rather be except between your legs.

You were softly moaning in his ear and he could swear this was what heaven sounded like.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, increasing his pace, “this feels better than I ever imagined.”

Your lips pursed in a devilish smile, “You imagined this?”

“And so many other things.”

You could not get enough of him. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and you were struggling to keep them open and focus on the opposite wall’s mirrors. You could see Woyoung’s back reflecting in the mirrors, his back muscles flexing with every little thrust. You just wanted to have a bite of it. Too delicious to resist. You rested your head on his shoulder, kissing and grazing it with your teeth. That should do. For now.

Wooyoung grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them, trying to pull you closer. You were feeling your orgasm, almost there, ready to make you explode and see fireworks.

“So good.”

“So beautiful.”

“So perfect.”

His praises were what sent you over the edge, riding through your high. For which he was thanking all the gods as he was ready to cum the moment he first kissed you.

He quickly pulled out as he felt he was going to cum and finished on your stomach. You looked down to your stomach, that was now wet and sticky.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get to ask. And I didn’t want to finish inside without asking.” He was breathing hecticly, recovering from his high.

You touched your stomach, your legs still hooked around him. You traced your fingers through his mess and brought them close to your lips, licking them clean, while keeping eye contact with him.

“You are killing me.” He said, looking up at the ceiling, trying to contain himself.

But oh his neck looked so beautiful.

And you definitely weren’t able to contain yourself, so you started kissing it.

“You’ll make me hard again,” he chuckled.

#ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #wooyoung fic #wooyoung fanfic #smut #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #kpop fanfic

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violetasteracademic · 30 days

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Azriel x Elain Bonus Chapter vs. Nesta x Cassian Bonus Chapter

Hello friends! What a lovely day for another text based side by side comparison. Today we are focusing on the parallels between Nesta and Cassian in their bonus chapter and Azriel and Elain in Az's bonus chapter.

The Nesta and Cassian bonus chapter has been published by Bloomsbury and easily found with a quick google search! It is called Wings and Embers.

This is in response to a comment I received on my TikTok video where I shared the same slides as my previous post comparing Mor and Az to Elain and Az, which is that Azriel only lusts after Elain. I could write a dissertation on the depth and slow development of their friendship and deep connection (Azriel staying up until three am listening to her plans for the garden, Azriel body checking Feyre out of the way so he could be the first to wish Elain a Happy Solstice, Azriel helping her with those cute potatoes and setting the table for dinner, his shadows preparing to strike when Elain's character is insulted and called boring [lol it's almost as if Sarah hears the negative things readers say about a character she loves] and so on.) but the easiest way to tackle the *lust* issue is to take a peek at the bonus chapters side by side.

Wings and Embers:

That is a h*rny man. Violently h*rny.

Nesta, in response to her own h*rniness, literally thinks Cassian has used faerie magic on her to make her feel things. Teehee. Cassian is also worried over how insane he is acting, how making a move on Nesta could disrupt the delicate balance of the inner circle.

There are reasons to not move forward with this mutual pull they feel to literally rip each other's clothes off in that exact moment, and it ends without them giving in to the desire to kiss.

Now let's compare to Azriel and Elain:

Breath catching, hands shaking, secret gifts exchanged in the dead of night.

They are going farther than they have ever gone after more than a year of brushing fingers and exchanging looks.

He is having some steamy thoughts, and her arousal drifts up to him. It is 100% mutual!

Both bat boys are described in their respective bonus chapters as thinking it was wrong or stupid to be making a move on one of the Archeron sisters, and not caring:

And both are described as being willing to beg on their knees:

I think what we are seeing here is an indication of the theme and tone for the upcoming romance. Cassian and Nesta are fiery fighters, with a million reasons why they should avoid their feelings. Azriel and Elain are full of quiet dreaming and angst and pining, with a million obstacles in their way.

But every character, in their own way, is struggling to control their desire.

Ultimately, bonus chapters are just that: bonuses. You don't have to read Cassian and Nesta's bonus to get an understanding of the relationship between them and the tone of their romance, nor is a bonus needed to understand the dynamic between Azriel and Elain.

I love Gwyn and am not discounting her presence in the bonus, of course I think most of us on the Elriel side simply perceive it is an additional show of her hidden powers. I am NOT team evil Gwyn, but we have already seen Koschei use Eris to lure Cassian and Azriel near to the crown to gain control over them. If Gwyn does have hidden lightsinger powers and she were to be put under the control of the Crown, she is a perfect character for Koschei to get his hands on as well to be used for luring purposes. This is reflected outside of the bonus chapters as well, with Nesta's powers having a reaction to Gwyn. It is not only seen in the BC, it's an *extra* moment. Gwyn is going to play a role in something, I have no doubt!

Gwyn also was in proximity to a piece of the cauldron for many years of her life, and only characters who are made or bearing made objects (Nesta and Azriel) are having these reactions to her. I think that will prove relevant.

I hope you all enjoy, and happy waiting patiently (or impatiently) for the book announcement!

#elriel #pro elain #pro elain archeron #elain x azriel #elriel endgame #elriel supremacy

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prompt: You can't help but love Peter, even if he doesn't reciprocate your feelings

warnings: heavy angst, heartbreak, sweet sweet unrequited love and one sided pining (obv)

word count: 1.5k

"I'm left wondering why the stars align, but your heart doesn't seem to find a place for mine."

a/n: it’s sorta unfinished but not rlly? also who’s excited for rebound four?? ;) (edited: it’s unfinished but there’s like a sort of part 2 that’s connected and i’m working on it)

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There's something so beautiful, yet so so painful about being in love. On one hand, you have these intense emotions that are so heartwarming, joyful, happiness and you're content with being around the person you love. On the other hand, your mind is a battleground of emotions. You're plagued by self-doubt, wondering if you're good enough, if you're worthy of their love. You question whether they truly care for you, or if you're just imaging things. You're torn between revealing your feelings, or risking heartbreak.

That's the thing, you have felt every emotion of being in love that there is. The truth is, it sucks.

The distance between you and Peter feels like an insurmountable chasm. Time seems to drag on, and you always, always ache for his presence.

You know there's a mutual understanding that he only sees you as a friend, he has said it on multiple occasions, and thankfully you weren't stupid enough to actually admit to being hopelessly in love with the boy.

You're not entirely sure if he is aware of your affection for him, and you surely doubt that he is, considering its, well, Peter.

What you do know, that you are positively sure of, is that you've probably loved Peter for the better half of your life. There were countless times that proved it too, such as the movie nights, the boy offering to help you with your dreadful homework, walking you home after school, and pretty much anything else that made a vulnerable warmth settle in your heart.

After that realization, you became hyper-aware of every little detail about Peter - his likes, his dislikes hobbies and interests. You hung onto every word he ever said, dissecting his actions for hidden meanings. You started craving his attention and validation, yet you feared the vulnerability the came to revealing your true feelings.

You always had a mix of emotions all at once, sadness, frustration, and sometimes even jealousy. You alway questioned yourself, wondering what could possibly be wrong with you, why you weren't enough for him. It's a battle between your heart and mind, trying to rationalize your while your heart keeps yearning for the unattainable.

Peter's heart was truly pure gold, always thinking of others before himself, helping out whenever he could, he was perfect. And no matter what he did, you still loved him.

Even if he continuously rejected your feelings.

You both knew he wasn't exactly doing it on purpose, he's told you countless times that he only strictly saw you as a friend and nothing more, but like the stubborn person you were, you ignored those words and lived in this pathetic delusion that you'd actually have a chance with him.

Finding yourself caught in a constant cycle of hope and despair, wavering between moments of elation whenever he showed you kindness or affection, and moments of heart-wrenching despair when he seemed distant or unresponsive, which wasn't an uncommon thing. You always, despite already knowing where the boy stood, tried to decipher he feelings, to find hidden signs that he might just feel the same way, but the uncertainty gnaws at your sanity.

"Party, my place, tonight." A voice interrupts your quiet studying, the girl plopping her lunch tray down on the rectangular table quite harshly, the action gaining your morbid attention.

"I don't know, last time I went to one of your parties, I had to clean up after you." You point out, paying close attention to the way Liz's smiles slowly turns into a frown.

"Well, this party is different, and it's not like I made you do that." She argues, shaking her head with an eye roll.

Liz has been your best friend since you both could ride a bike. She's been your better half for as long as you can remember, knowing everything about you and vice versa. The transition from middle schoolers into high school was tough to say the least, puberty doing its job for her, and you....not so much. So it was not a shocking factor that the girl quickly became popular.

Yet, despite her social status, she always stuck to you like glue, and you couldn't be more thankful for that.

You give her a unsure glance, before turning back to your textbook.

"Peter'll be there."

You swear you thought you were subtle when your head practically snaps up at your friend's sentence, but given the way she snorts at your action, you highly doubt it and you clear your throat before you hurriedly look down at your textbook again.

"Okay." You shrug, picking up your pencil to vigorously erase a problem that was probably right or wrong, but you didn't care, your only goal was trying to pretend to seem nonchalant.

Truth be told, you do try to move on from Peter, but the love you feel is stubborn and persistent. It's a constant ache gnawing at your soul, a wound refusing to heal.

Liz tilts her head at your nonchalant response, not buying into your tone.

"Okay?" She repeats.

"Okay." You confirm, placing the pencil on the table, out of your anxious grasp.

Liz was well in the know of your one-sided affection for Peter. Always encouraging you to talk to him, entertaining the very thought of you two ever being a couple. Oh, how respectful she was toward you when she knew at one point during your high school years Peter harboured feelings for her. You don't know exactly what made the boy stop liking her, but you were glad in the end.

"Well, alright." The girl says carefully, picking at her food.

"You don't have to come, but it'd be great if you did." She states with a sweet smile, and you don't find it in yourself to retort it and only nod.

Liz mumbles a quiet bye, standing up with her lunch tray in hand, most likely going to hang out with her other more sociable friends, letting you be left alone with your thoughts.

Unfortunately, those thoughts last for a good five seconds.

"Just the girl I was looking for." You recognize the voice almost immediately, straightening your position to look more presentable.

Peter was effortlessly gorgeous, it was unfair, truly. It was almost like he was purposely taunting you with the knowledge of knowing you can't have him because he doesn't want you to.

He sets his belongings in the empty seat next to him, unzipping his backpack, grabbing a small piece of paper with a pencil, zipping the bag back up before sliding over the gathered materials in your reach.

You look in-between him and the objects in confusion.

"I need you to write me a letter." Peter says, quickly noticing your bewilderment.

"For?"

"My birthday."

"Your birthday's not till August?"

"Well, not my birthday, MJ's." Peter corrects with a small chuckle.

You nod slowly, sliding the objects closer to you, avoiding Peter's intent gaze.

"Isn't her birthday in like, June?" You quiz, writing your 'to' and 'from' as Peter shrugs from across you.

"Yeah, but I'm planning a surprise party that'll at least take a month considering its Michelle, and I know how much you love writing letters." The boy explains and your eyes go wide as you look at him, raising an offended eyebrow.

Of course, it was certainly no secret that many of your love confessions were most of the time in the form of letters, those of which he rejected, continuously, and it was a heartbreaking experience every time. But having the boy use the very thing you couldn't help but show your expression with, against you, hurt worse than any rejection (you're lying, obviously).

"You're so funny, I almost laughed." You deadpan, slamming the pencil down on the table, startling Peter slightly as you push the pencil and paper back to him.

You quickly gather your things, turning to leave the lunch room, though it was nowhere near over, ignoring the calls of your name from Peter.

One-sided love is a tortuous experience. It's such a devastating thing knowing that your love is nowhere near as close to be reciprocated. Always filled with such despair. A constant battle between your heart and reality, between your dreams and the harsh truth.

After your "storm out", Peter was quick to text you with a million apologies, which to all of those you hesitantly ignored, and it was a no good feeling, probably the hardest thing you ever had to do.

It wasn't like he had never joked about your feelings towards him. You think its better that way, but sometimes he could go a little too far and you never understood why you allowed him to continue with the humour you never found yourself to laugh at. It was almost like a coping mechanism, coming to terms with the whole ordeal in a way that wouldn't be so heartbreaking.

Maybe the reason Peter only did joke about it was to help you get over him because he can only ever see you as a friend, and he wanted you to see it as well.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker angst

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞?

james potter x reader

summary: when lily berates james for bullying snape by the black lake, you call her out on her hypocrisy, forcing james to confront how he feels about both of you.

w/c: 5.3k

notes: friends to lovers, mutual pining and mutual idiocy, angst with a happy ending bc im such a sap for it, canon-level "violence," lily's kinda villainized here but lowkey i think there's some truth to it, uhhh swearing. overly detailed retelling of the actual OotP scene bc i pulled out my book for this

(also i realized after i finished writing that this has "you belong with me" energy)

you’d just finished one of your o.w.l.s, and to celebrate, you, sirius, and peter were deep into an intense shit-talking session that remus pretended not to be listening in from where he sat hunched over a book. james was fluffing his hair in case he ran into lily.

“it’s a bit creepy, really,” peter whispered, throwing a genuinely concerned look at james over his shoulder.

“the fact that he’s been practically brainwashed or the fact that he’s literally stalking her every move?” sirius shook his head in disbelief.

“the first one,” you jeered. “both. i don’t know, and i don’t care. all i know is that lily’s incorrigible and that james is out of his mind. even if she liked him back, which she doesn’t, james shouldn’t be with someone like her anyway.”

sirius raised his eyebrows at you, but peter was the one to voice what the two boys were thinking. “how much of this is you caring about prongs’ wellbeing and how much of this is you hating lily evans because you’re clearly in love with him?”

you scoffed, leaning in so you could hiss loudly at peter without being overheard. “first of all, i am not in love with james. he’s an important friend of mine; am i not allowed to care about him? secondly, i don’t hate lily evans. i just think everyone gives her too much credit. nobody holds her accountable for anything because she’s so perfect and pretty and polite and it makes me so frustrated-”

james wrapped his arms around your neck and placed his chin on the crown of your head. “what are we gossiping about over here, ladies?”

you shrugged him off your shoulders, flustered at how close he’d been to hearing your conversation. sirius gave you The Look™ and you rolled your eyes.

“what’s got you all worked up, huh?” james crouched by your chair, respecting your desire not to be touched but still wanting to be close to you. “is it snivellus again? merlin, that wanker has something against you, i swear.” james paused thoughtfully. “well, s’ppose it’s cos you hang out with us. he hates all of us.”

“nah, i think he’s got a separate qualm about me,” you muttered bitterly, knowing full well that he’d still harbored a distaste for you ever since you and lily had butted heads in third year. this was the second year he’d maintained the grudge.

“he doesn’t matter anyways,” peter reassured you, patting your knee gently. you looked up at him and smiled. peter was a sweet boy. you’d always appreciated his willingness to listen to you.

“right lads, i think it’s time to head out then.” james pushed himself upright with his hands on his thighs, brushing invisible dust off his jumper. he looked at you, voice softening. “y’coming?”

you bit back a smile, taking his extended hand and trying to ignore the butterflies that felt more like pangs and less like flutters these days. as much as you’d tried, you couldn’t push away those pesky feelings for your best friend. it was worse knowing that he was hopelessly in love with another girl.

sirius pulled remus from his cushy armchair, and the two of them murmured quietly to each other before sirius pointed at you and james’ intertwined hands and remus waggled his eyebrows suggestively. you caught them staring and flipped them off.

“woah, what was that for?” james chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest as you stepped out the portrait frame. you shivered at the momentary press of your body against his.

“pads and moony. they’re being stupid,” you explained vaguely. how were you supposed to tell james that they were mocking you for your unrequited affections?

it was sunny and cloudless out, with a ticklish breeze that would pass through every once in a while and send goosebumps up your arms. when you passed the courtyard on your way out the castle, you couldn’t help but tear yourself out of james’ arms and grab a handful of leaves to attack him with. he didn’t bother gathering a leaf pile of his own; rather, tackled you into the grass and ran his fingers up and down your torso until you conceded in painful bouts of laughter.

sirius and james had run ahead, with peter just a couple steps behind, as the five of you approached the black lake. you and remus were walking leisurely, enjoying the silence that was rare when being amongst the mauaruders.

“so, you and james?” remus broke the silence with an oddly formal question.

you choked. “me and- you and sirius?” you fired back, desperately trying to avoid talking about how you’d perpetually be friend zoned by james potter and then have to watch as he swept away the love of his life and your semi-nemesis, lily evans.

“touché.”

leaves crunched under your feet as you and remus caught up to your three friends, who were entertaining themselves with leaves and sitting in the roots of a sturdy beech tree. to anyone else, it might’ve looked childish, but you found it endearing.

james had found a seat between two large roots and was sitting comfortably with his back against the trunk. you slid down beside him until your knees bumped. it was mindless moments of intimacy like this one, where you’d touch each other like it meant nothing, that made you get your hopes up. you cursed yourself for caving into james’ magnetic presence.

“so, how d’you reckon your exam went?” james sighed, letting himself slump against the tree carelessly.

“oh godric, why would you bring that up?” you groaned, taking the opportunity to place your cheek on the top of james’ mop of curls, as he was so slouched that his head was below your chin.

james chuckled. “i jus’ know you’re smart, figured it would’ve gone easier for you than me.”

you poked his arm teasingly. “you’re ridiculous. james potter, admitting that somebody was better than him?”

“oi, i never said you were better than me, you’re just smart, that’s all.” he pushed himself up to shove his face closer to yours confrontationally.

“did you like question ten, moony?” sirius snickered as he juggled an apple that he’d managed to sneak out without anybody knowing.

“oh, i loved it. give five signs that identify a werewolf,” he pitched his voice up in a poor imitation.

“d’you think you managed to get all the signs?” james asked, feigning concern. from beside him, you laughed quietly. a small smile flickered on james’ face at the sound of your happiness, and his fingers crawled over to your hand until his palm was covering the back of yours.

remus snorted. “think so. one: he’s sitting in my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name rhymes with lemus rupin…”

james and sirius laughed loudly, whereas you and lupin exchanged knowing smiles and peter didn’t show amusement whatsoever.

much like sirius, james had managed to sneak something out of the castle too. only, it wasn’t an apple, it was a snitch.

“hey, where’d you get that?” you watched james in wonder as he fiddled with the snitch like a simple toy, letting it fly a foot or so away and then snatching it back with ease. your eyes trailed over his long fingers, his knuckles that had pinkened from the chill, and the veins that ran up his forearm so tauntingly…

“nicked it,” he said offhandedly, pretending he wasn’t reveling in the attention you gave him. he’d steal a hundred more stitches and take all the detentions if it meant you’d look at him like that—with reverence, not the platonic indifference you gave all your mates.

remus, unbothered with his nose back in his book, was resting his head very close to sirius’ lap. sirius shook his head, amused by his best friend’s antics. “put that away, would’ja?”

james sighed dramatically, but pocketed the snitch. he turned and dipped his head down to get a good look at you, eyes flickering between your own curiously. your heart pounded.

“hey, prongs! look who it is.” sirius wore a no good smirk on his face.

“snivellus…” james sneered. you thought that maybe he’d drop your hand and saunter over, excited as always to make a show of their rivalry, but instead, he intertwined your fingers between his and squeezed your hand twice.

“you alright, snivellus?” james shouted. you looked at peter; the two of you knew exactly where this was going and didn’t care much for it.

snape was quick to dig through his robes for his wand, but james was faster, having already withdrawn his own. “expelliarmus!”

you squeezed james’ hand in return, a warning to not push things too far this time. everybody was exhausted from exams. you (and remus) were in no mood to de-escalate a hoard of bickering teenage boys.

“impedimenta!” james commanded, much to sirius and a growing crowd of students’ delight. you continued to hold his hand but turned your head from his to engage in a silent conversation with peter.

“how was the exam, snivelly?” james yelled.

“i was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,” sirius said viciously. “there’ll be grease marks all over it, they won’t be able to read a word.”

you pinched your lips together to hold back a small smile. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t somewhat enjoy watching snape be put in his place.

“what was it you were saying earlier?” james made a big show of tapping his chin like he was pondering something great. “ah, i remember! that you’d score higher than our lovely girl here? pretty bird’s quite clever, y’know.”

at james’ words, you remembered what snape had said to you a few hours before the exam. you muggle, he’d spat at you like it was the worst insult he could muster up. always in my shadow, always a couple marks behind me. i don’t know why you bother showing up to exams, much less class. you’re hardly a witch. you’re hardly worth something.

you’d tried not to let it throw you off. you and snape had always been academic rivals, his distaste for you heightened by your blood status, and the animosity between the two of you had only grown once you’d found yourself on lily’s bad side. but you hadn’t been expecting something so hostile from him; at least, not before your o.w.l.s. you’d gone and told james immediately, who comforted you.

you fumed, poking your head from behind james’ body. “it’s quite cowardly, you know, that your biggest worry is being outscored by a muggle-born girl. i can’t tell which is more pathetic, the fact that you’re so freakishly obsessed with my parents or that you’re a misogynistic pig.”

the crowd that’d gathered around your friends and snape’s struggling figure chortled, and you perked up, your ego stoked.

snape glared at you with such hostility that your face pinched in a combination of confusion and disgust. he blindly felt for his wand as he sprung curses and threats upon the five of you.

james sighed theatrically. “didn’t mummy teach you manners? wash out your mouth,” he said coldly. “scourgify!”

thick, pink bubbles of soap spilled from snape’s mouth, collecting up his nostrils until he couldn’t breathe and began to choke…

“leave him ALONE!” lily appeared by snape’s side in an instant, crouching by his body.

“gd’afternoon, evans.” james’ voice darkened in richness, suddenly suave instead of piercing.

“leave him alone,” lily glared. “what’s he ever done to you?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but james held you back with a strong arm. “well, it’s more the fact that he exists, if y’know what i mean.”

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you? but all you are is an arrogant, bullying toerag. leave him alone, or i swear…”

“i’ll leave him alone if you go out with me, evans. go out with me, and i won’t lay a wand on old snivelly again.” james’ voice softened to the tone he only reserved for you, and though it was your hand he was holding, and your body he was leaning into, your heart began tearing itself into dejected, limp strings.

“i wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” lily retorted.

you were right there. you were literally right there, hopelessly in love with your best friend, who was pining after a girl who didn’t love him—or, maybe she did—when you were right there.

you were torn from your thoughts as james yelped in pain, looking down at his robes to find specks of blood splattered across his shirt. you gasped, scrambling upright to examine the cut on his cheek.

james was already pointing his wand at snape in retaliation. with a flash of light, snape was dangling by his ankle midair, his robes falling down to hang by his face as his pale legs and graying underwear were exposed.

lily snapped. “PUT HIM DOWN!”

the crowd that had formed did not share lily’s outrage. with another flick of his wand, james released snape from his dangling position and left him petrified on the grass. “petrificus totalus!”

lily, realizing james would never let up at this rate, came storming over to the five of you. you jumped to your feet, eyes blazing with the same fury.

“you leave him alone,” she hissed spitefully.

your nose wrinkled in distaste. “and what do you want, evans? why is it that you’re always running to save your pitiful excuse of a boyfriend? he’s a fucking blood supremacist, you oblivious idiot. y’know, you are who you associate with. you wouldn’t be the first muggle born to take you-know-who’s ideology.”

lily seethed, james’ presence long gone as she turned her attention towards you. “what are you saying? are you saying i’d associate with the likes of death eaters? do you really think i’m that stupid, that i’d turn against my own identity? if anything, you’re the daft one.”

“you know what? you and snivellus can go fuck off-”

lily raised her wand menacingly, not touching it to your body but holding it at an angle pointing towards you, close enough that she could easily poke you with it at any moment. “you’re just as bad as james, y’know? a slimy, sorry excuse for a witch, picking on people to make you less ins-”

james jumped to his feet, pushing the both of you apart with a hand on each of your shoulders. sirius was on his feet as well, arms crossed and ready to intervene. the gaggle of onlookers was murmuring amongst themselves. the students of hogwarts were used to james and snape’s fights and james and lily’s arguments, but never had they witnessed the two of you throwing such scathing words at each other.

james had to admit, you did have a point.

“you’re such a hypocrite, evans,” you sneered. “you’ll look the other way while snape and his death eater buddies prey on first-year muggle borns, but explode at james and the rest of us for harmless pranks. it’s only a matter of time until snape targets you next, and i bet you’ll be all upset then, won’t you? because nobody else’s suffering matters until it affects sad, sensitive, spoiled lily evans.” you all but spat at her feet, hurling cruelties at the girl remorselessly.

“i’m a better person than you’ll ever be. severus has never done anything to you, and he’s my friend, and you need to lay off him. excuse me if i care about my friends; sorry i just want to help-”\

“i don’t need help from filthy mudbloods like her!”

you and lily froze at snape’s defiling slur. lily didn’t turn to look at snape, nor did she move, but you could see the way that she’d stopped blinking and the moisture that began to collect at the corner of her eyes. you disliked, maybe hated, lily evans, but you hated snape more.

“evans, i’m sorry, i-”

she cut you off with a haughty upturn of her chin. “i don’t want your apologies.” she turned on her heel and made towards the castle.

it was only then that james dropped your hand to chase after the redhead, his hands outstretched in the same way he’d been toying with the snitch earlier, and you stared at remus, sirius, and peter with your mouth parted in post-adrenaline shock.

you collapsed to the ground, rubbing your forehead with your hand, dizzy from the intensity of the unexpected confrontation. sirius came around to take you in his arms, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back in firm circles. the pressure calmed you.

he cooed into your ear, whispering reassurances and sweet things until you finally relaxed in his arms, letting a few quiet tears slip down your cheek. you buried your face further into your robes to hide them. if sirius felt anything, he didn’t acknowledge it.

once lily had made it up the castle stairs and threatened to hex james, the boy backed down and came jogging back to his friends. the crowd of students who’d been enthused onlookers just a few moments ago didn’t spare any of you a second glance, not caring about your wellbeing as much as they did their entertainment.

as he rounded the hill, he saw you tucked tightly against sirius’ body, whose lips were brushing over your ears in an almost loving manner. a non-platonic loving, that is. his stomach twisted. he wasn’t normally affected by lily’s rejections or snape’s dramatics, but the combined stress of the exam must’ve made him nauseous.

his eyes flickered between his friends, spread out in various locations around the beech tree. he silently asked them what had happened with a raise of his eyebrows, but peter only shrugged and lupin shook his head. when sirius caught on, he merely glared at james in the same way lily and snape had just a couple moments ago.

you didn’t even raise your head to acknowledge his presence; if anything, you burrowed yourself further into sirius’ embrace with a quiet sniffle. sirius pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead before beginning to rocking you back and forth placatingly.

james’ hands were clenched into fists. his knuckles, which had been red from the cold breeze, had turned white. his hands, which had been steady when he pointed his wand to snape, were now trembling.

“y’alright, prongs? looks like you’re gonna punch something,” remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“y-yeah. i’m fine. just, angry at snape. for… upsetting evans, that is.” lily evans could not care less about james. even as she mourned the betrayal and loss of her friend, she’d rather be alone than allow herself to be comforted by james. if he were being honest, it stung. it hurt quite a bit.

evans. you cursed. it’s always about evans. lily fucking evans. you had tried to like her, you really had. but sirius was right. you did hate her, and it wasn’t just because she was prissy and self-absorbed. it was also because you were madly in love with james, and always had been.

you tilted your head up, leaving the safety of sirius’ chest to meet his eye. your faces were close; his breath tickled your nose and you laughed breathlessly.

the look in your eyes told sirius everything he needed to know. you were in love with james potter. you were in love with james potter. it was freeing and excruciating to admit to yourself.

james cleared his throat awkwardly, and you untangled yourself from sirius, embarrassed at the unplanned moment of intimacy. both of you knew it was platonic; both of you were aware of the subject of the other person’s affection. james was an airhead. james knew none of that.

“s-so, you and sirius, huh?” he laughed shrilly, and remus looked at his oblivious friend disdainfully. even peter squinted his eyes at james in disbelief.

you stared at james, appalled, but were only able to keep a straight face for so long before catching sirius’ eyes and bursting into racocious, howling laughter.

“us? oh god, please, never-” you screeched.

“for the love of merlin- i’d rather hug my mother!” sirius cackled.

“pads is like, my annoying cousin at a family reunion.”

“nah, you’re like my bratty younger sister.”

you looked at sirius with faux offense. “younger? i’m obviously the more experienced, favorite oldest child.”

peter snorted when he saw james’ horrified-jealous face morph into a horrified-bewildered expression. james pulled his glasses from his face and wiped them haphazardly on the hem of his shirt before putting them back on, like it would help him understand more clearly.

“what are you on, prongs? has evans finally gotten to you? have you actually turned into a brainless toerag?” sirius probed, eyes flashing not only to see what james’ reaction to lily’s showdown was, but also to gauge if he reciprocated your feelings.

“i’ve always been a bit brainless, haven’t i?” james muttered to himself as he sat on the grass in a dazed state. “i’ve got to get my eyes checked again. i’m fucking blind. oh my god, i’m such a fool,” he blabbed like he was reciting a mantra.

“you are definitely blind,” remus agreed.

“and we’ve all known you’re a fool,” sirius chimed.

you stayed silent, curling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around yourself like a protective bubble. you wished you knew how to apparate—not that it’d matter, because it wouldn’t have worked on hogwarts grounds anyway—so that you could escape whatever this was. you didn’t think you could handle another one of james’ pity parties, which he threw every time he fucked up in front of lily. lily, lily, lily.

you looked up at the leaves of the beech tree, which rustled back to you, almost like a voice saying, “you lonely sucker. your schoolgirl crush isn’t cute anymore, it’s just sad.” fuck the beech tree leaves, and fuck the breeze that was making them shake. making you shake.

a soft, wooly jumper fell atop your head, covering your eyes. you waved your hands around, trying to capture the culprit. pulling the thick knit from your head, you saw james standing sheepishly behind you with a thin tee shirt. he’d taken off his lovely blue jumper for you.

“thank you, jamie,” you croaked, voice betraying you of the emotions you were trying so desperately to hide. you chastised yourself for your poor acting.

“it’s no problem,” james said, crouching and bouncing on his haunces to reach your level, where he pulled you closer to his body with an arm around your shoulder.

“won’t you be cold?” you held your hand up to his cheek, which was beginning to turn pink. “you’re all rosy.”

james gulped. “uh, i’m not cold. i just… that’s just how my skin is, i guess. what’s it called, rosacea?”

in his peripheral, james saw remus muttering a big “yeah right,” to sirius.

“i’m being dumb.” james lifted your chin with two of his fingers pressed against the front of your jawline. “i haven’t even asked if you’re okay. i was the one who started it, but you were the one who got hurt. i’m sorry.”

you smiled sadly at james, knowing you could never be upset with him. he could be in love with somebody else and crush your heart into dust, and you still couldn’t be upset with him.

“‘m alright, thanks,” you lied.

james frowned; he was always able to see right through you. “you don’t have to lie to me, pretty girl. don’t… feel bad. if you’re mad at me, that’s okay. i kind of deserve it.”

you huffed, feeling your heart tug at itself again. moving your head from james’ grasp and fixing your gaze to a patch of yellowing grass, you grumbled. “don’t call me that.”

“what? pretty girl? it’s true, innit?” you could hear the teasing in his voice that he was using to try and cover up his worry.

“‘s not true. not really. not like that.” you sucked air through your teeth, frustrated at how oblivious you’d been, and how oblivious james was being, and how much more intuitive the rest of your friends had been the whole time.

“what d’you mean, not true? love, don’t tell me you think-”

“stop, jamie, just stop,” you hissed, leaping to your feet and scrambling away from him like he was some type of poisonous viper. “you aren’t allowed to call me those things, not when it’s meant for evans. you don’t get to use me as some sort of replacement just because she won’t have you. it’s cruel, jamie, to pretend i’m her—haven’t you ever thought about what that’s like for me? you’re killing me, ‘cause now i’m truly deluded into thinking you’d actually see me that way when in reality, you’re just picturing lily’s face on mine.” you took a withering, shaky breath. “fuck, james, that’s selfish. that’s just mean.”

james’ face had contorted into one sputtering disaster as he tried to piece together the words that had just spouted out of your mouth, which admittedly, were not very eloquent seeing as you hadn’t been planning on pouring your heart out today.

remus groaned in exasperation, sick of his dumb, emotionally incompetent friends.

“please don’t pull an evans and walk away from me,” james pleaded, looking back at his friends for backup. they looked back at him, unimpressed.

“well? d’you have something to say or not, or may i be excused?” you clenched your jaw, sneering at the boy you loved as if you didn’t.

james hesitated, but he must’ve taken too long, because you scoffed and turned away from him, hair blowing wildly in the wind. you were still wearing his jumper. you tugged at the sleeves, annoyed at how his presence seemed to follow you wherever you went, but rather than anger, little tears beaded at your eyes.

you wiped them away with your sleeve, furious at yourself. you could hear james behind you, begging you to slow down, but you didn’t. it was pointless; he would’ve caught up regardless, with those long legs of his.

“please, wait, just-” james panted, bent over with his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. you raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“whatever you’re about to say, save it, unless it’s a grandiose apology that ends in you groveling at my feet,” you sniffed.

james dropped to his knees. “okay, okay, i can do groveling. please, as long as you hear me out, ‘cos i was wrong earlier, when we were sitting at the tree. i said you weren’t smarter than me, but godric, you are leagues beyond me, and the fact that i thought the opposite is a testament to my stupidity, i suppose…”

“are you here to be self-deprecating, or…?”

he covered his face with his hands. “no, i’m sorry. shit, okay. i’m a bit everywhere- uh, frazzled, at the moment.”

you frowned. it was a bit awkward to be towering over james as he was practically kissing your feet; despite how angry you were with him, you hated being the source of his humiliation and negative emotions.

you sat on the grass silently, shifting so you were beside him but at a reasonable distance, not looking in his direction or acknowledging him when he picked up his head and looked at you hopefully.

“look, i’ve been blind. literally and, uh, metaphorically. i’m like that, y’know? well, yeah, y’do know; you’re my best friend.” the both of you winced when he said that.

“see, but the thing is… i realize that we’re probably not really best friends. at least, i’m hoping we’re not. ‘cos i think i’d like for you not to be my best friend, but my- my best girl. ‘cos i think i’m in love with you.”

you finally turned to james, bottom lip tucked between your teeth unsurely. you squeezed your eyes shut. “what’s my name?”

“what?”

“what’s my name?” you insisted, a sinking feeling growing in your gut.

but it was like the weight of the day lifted off your shoulders, until you felt so lightweight you thought you might float away, when your name dripped from his lips like the golden wildflower honey his mom nurtured in his backyard.

“not lily evans?” you questioned, pushing the corners of your lips down to suppress the stupid smile that threatened to ruin your entire angry act.

“not evans, i swear.” james chuckled bitterly. “think i’ve said her name enough times to meet a yearly quota. i don’t want to say her name, i wanna say yours,” he mused, daring to chase your eyes for a connection.

“why’d you run after her, then?” you muttered, wanting more than anything to believe him, but held back by all the heartbreak that he’d inflicted.

“the other option was to hold you and kiss your forehead, maybe. perhaps your nose. whatever would make you smile. but then what would you think? you’d think i loved you, and maybe you’d be scared away, and i’d rather chase evans for the sake of continuity than lose you or your friendship.”

“when?” you whispered, allowing him to take your hand in his without complaint. “when’d you realize? ‘cause i’ve been in love with you since third year, and you’ve been after evans since second.”

“fourth year, actually.” james let out a heavy huff. “probably earlier, to be honest. we both know i’m not great with feelings ‘n stuff. but i guess i could only admit it to myself after i saw you threw your coffee at malfoy when he made that comment about some first year.”

“i don’t even remember that,” you admitted, a grin slipping out.

“yeah, well i do. after that, you told him off in front of all the slytherins and i swear avery was trembling. ‘n after, you talked to that first year so sweetly, and all i could think was ‘i wish she’d care about me that much.’” when james came out of his memory and saw you smiling, his face brightened as well.

“look, there’s my favorite smile!” he cupped your cheek in one hand, running the calloused pad of his thumb over your pulled-up lips with admiration. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”

“i know,” you giggled. “you only tell me every other day.”

“well, that’s just criminal! i ‘oughta tell you that every day.” james gasped exaggeratedly. his voice lowered to a low, gravelly purr. “wouldn’t want ‘ya to forget, now would we?”

“what’s my name, jamie?”

he laughed quietly, mumbling your name and emphasizing each with a kiss on the cheek. “did i get the answer right?”

you hummed happily. “so you can have a reward.” your voice was small but james felt it travel through his body, the kind of reaction only you could draw from him. “you can kiss me, if you’d like.”

james held back a massive grin, knowing it’d be impossible to properly kiss you if he was all smiley. he held your shoulders so gently it might as well have been a caress, and when he licked his lips and let his eyes puddle into a sea of adoration, you knew that he’d take you up on your offer.

not before he tackled you to the ground though. pushing you backward with a surprised squeak, your back hit the grass as james propped himself up with his forearms on either side of your head. and then he kissed you; he kissed you hard. it was rough and fast and full of longing. james tasted like cinnamon gum and pumpkin juice.

you broke away from him, maintaining the connection by pressing your forehead to his, and your lips were still brushing together as you finally, finally admitted it out loud. “i love you, james potter.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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newtkive · 3 months

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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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causenessus · 27 days

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part 0.05. intros. OIKAWA'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GROUP

NOW FEATURING...

THE STAR AND HIS PLANETS ‧₊˚✩彡

oikawa tooru .°˖✧

seijoh’s volleyball captain and distant uncle of the team (most certainly not a co-parent). did not realize that what he felt for y/n was romantic until their first year in secondary school when she tried to distance herself and now he feels stupid. whenever he needs to be put in his place (e.g. after leading on another girl too much) he can always count on iwa to talk him down and remind him about how badly he’s messed up </3 currently pining after y/n without making it obvious because he’s scared of ruining what they have in case y/n doesn’t like him the same way back - follows y/n's private on his main and private in case she ever decides to give him a second chance </3 - known for unfollowing people when he wants to say something without someone in specific knowing (e.g. ranting about the one sided mental war he's fighting with kenma inside his head without kuroo knowing). once he feels that his point has been made, he'll delete the post and follow the person again so that they can see his private (y/n uses this and the picture he leaked as reason for why she's never letting him back onto her private when in reality they're just excuses to be able to indirectly post about him without him ever knowing)

FEATURING...

iwaizumi hajime & bokuto koutaro .°˖✧

iwa-chan

co-parenting seijoh with y/n. also their ace and vice captain. will have an aneurysm if neither tooru nor y/n make a move on each other. he loves y/n but he will only be able to handle oikawa for so much longer. maybe he’d be able to last if he got to go to y/n’s girls nights more but that’s kuroo’s role while he has to attend tooru’s boys nights as his best man. he’s feeling a little bit like atlas rn but he knows it’ll be worth it in the end (if they ever get to the end).

bokuto

FUKURODANI’S ACE !!! found his way into the solar system after a practice match between fukoridani and seijoh. he could tell immediately that something was up between their manager and captain. he had fun getting to know oikawa and felt like he had seen their manager before. bo talked it over with akaashi, asking him if he felt like there was something going on between seijoh’s manager and captain. akaashi nodded and then was shocked when he fully processed how socially aware bo was being. he then answered bo that yes, he had seen their manager before because she was good friends with kuroo. after that, he knew who to talk to in order to get the details ❤️ his entrance into the gc went as follows: oikawa: why was bokuto just added to the gc kuroo: he would like to speak for himself your honor bokuto: I KNOW YOUR SECRET

FEATURING...

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro .°˖✧

mattsun

seijoh’s middle blocker and one of five third years. him and makki are just there for a good time, and watching essentially four people and a few more distant people try and manage the mutual pining of two idiots who might as well be blind qualifies as entertaining. he’s taken it upon himself to maintain the mental stability of the team whenever oikawa’s messes up and sends y/n through the five stages of grief--starting with setting up the net for the team

makki

seijoh’s outside hitter and one of five third years. is thinking that perhaps him and mattsun should get onto the trend of co-parenting and adopting someone. they’ve assumed the role of the grandparents that seijoh’s team has to put up with whenever y/n or iwa are out of commission LMAO both him and mattsun usually get oikawa’s side of the story but sometimes they work together to try and fit the vague, out-of-context tweets on y/n’s private into the puzzle of oikawa’s stories

not featured:

kuroo tetsuro </3

currently undercover for y/n but he can’t complain. is still good friends with oikawa and as a result hears about a lot of his feelings in their groupchat but when it comes down to it he’s on y/n’s side. neither oikawa nor y/n realize how much information both iwa and kuroo have because they’re good at what they do. kuroo’s trying his best to alleviate iwa’s stress as he continues to watch the disaster of miscommunication occur between his two childhood friends that's been happening since they were kids

full picture of what oikawa posted to his private bc unfortunately it's not an upside down dick </3

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Day 3: Hey Stephen, Steven Grant

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Fanfic, gn!reader

Fluff

Word count: 3263

Tw: Steven being his own anxious self, mutual pining (I'm a slut for those), first date.

Summary: Steven has been fawning all over you since the day you met. And you have been dropping hints all over to confirm that you liked him too. But he was oblivious. And a raging ball of anxiety. At least, that was, until one car ride home.

"Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving But I know I saw a light in you."

Wave, greet, smile, stutter, turn around so she can’t see your goofy smile.

Five steps Steven followed religiously when you would pass him in the halls. You had worked at the museum months before Steven had, switching from area to area, but regardless of your current line of duty, you would always walk past him. And even after all this time, he felt his entire face heat up when his eyes met yours.

Unbeknownst to him, you had picked this route on purpose; you could have walked ten other halls, but this was the one you would always visit. Steven had left an impression since his first working day. He had a lot to tell about the museum itself, and its attributes - regardless of working behind a register -, he had been twice as friendly as your usual museum staff, and he had this adorable habit of falling over his words when you would initiate a talk with him.

It was not difficult to like him.

And for him, you were not difficult to like either.

"And as we walked we would talk And I didn't say half the things I wanted to."

“Hey, Steven,” You greeted as you let your arm rest against the counter.

From below the register, you heard a rough thud, followed by a groan, and a disgruntled face.

“Hey-hey,” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his head as he rose from his spot. “How are you?”

You smiled at him, voicing a ‘good’, before grabbing a pen from the cup filled with writing utensils, and laying it on the counter. Steven merely stared at it, unsure of what you meant by it.

“Two forty, correct?” You pointed out, drawing your card from your pocket.

He could feel his ears heating up upon realizing that you wanted to purchase the pen. From a museum gift shop. Where he worked behind the register. Fumbling with the keys of the system, he scanned the pen, nodding at your earlier question.

You paid the pen, putting it in the pocket of your shirt, waving of Steven’s offer for the receipt.

“I don’t think I will return it,” You mused through another smile. “It was merely a reason to see you again.”

And with these words, you walked out of the shop, sending a wave over your shoulder. Steven simply stood there, unsure of what to say or do. He watched you leave, the ghost of a smile on his lips. And then his cheeks warmed up again. And he turned around, before you were to walk back at catch his stupid grin.

"Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold."

It wasn’t until the end of his shift that he would see you again. He was helping a customer with a notebook and a snow globe, you being the next person in line. But he hadn’t seen you yet.

The girl in front of him kept chatting about her terrible ex-boyfriend, and how she had so desperately hoped to find her new partner in a museum. Steven, bless his heart, had tried to comfort her by telling her that perhaps she would still meet that special person today, and she had taken it the wrong way. For now, she was fawning all over him, her arms both on the counter as she kept leaning forward, until Steven could swear she’d fall on his side if her arms were to give out.

You patiently waited behind them, silently laughing to yourself at Steven’s more than uncomfortable face. A tiny snicker escaped you whatsoever, drawing the attention of your friend behind the counter, who shot you a helpless look.

"Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing I don't always have to be alone."

“Can I pay for this book?” You spoke up, trying to wipe that grin from your face.

One dirty look was received from the girl, which was returned with a mocking smile, immediately losing your patience with rude customers. But Steven had already called you forward, simultaneously dismissing the girl, who sauntered away.

“The museum’s index of our Egyptian exposition?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows in attempt to make you smile. A successful notion.

“A dear friend of mine told me it was worth the read,” You explained, to which Steven nodded, that foolish grin threatening to return to his face.

“Well, than that friend must have known it is not entirely accurate.”

“Yes, well,” You began, offering your card again. “I was rather hoping he’d read it with me, so I shall know which tales to believe, and which not to.”

"'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else I can't help myself."

At these words, Steven bent down to grab a bag under the counter. Not to hide that incredible blush on his face.

“Could I offer you a ride?” You continued after accepting the bag. “Before I’m being called awake at night because someone ended up on the other side of London again.”

Chuckling nervously, Steven stepped away from the register to let his co-worker take over his shift. “I did not mean to fall asleep on that tube.”

You shrugged, offering him his jacket, which you had already fetched from the break room, followed by a cup of warm coffee. A look of surprise crossed his face, but he tried not to make a big deal out of it, instead, putting his jacket on and accepting the coffee.

“God knows you need it.” You spoke, gesturing towards the cup, before walking towards the car.

"Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling So I've got some things to say to you."

The drive to Steven’s apartment was not a long one. But it had been a while since you had eaten. And when you drove past the second McDonalds, you were not able to control yourself any longer.

“Do you mind if we go through the McDrive?” You asked, already taking the exit. Steven only hummed, lost in thought. He would not have admitted it, but his head had kept replaying the entire scenario from earlier that day; ‘It was merely a reason to see you again’, you had said. And those words have been on a loop in his head constantly

It wasn’t until the big, yellow M came into sight for him as well that he woke up from his daydream. Now, it wasn’t that Steven wasn’t hungry; quite the opposite, but he did not want to go to McDonalds. Well, he did. But he didn’t.

"I've seen it all, so I thought But I never seen nobody shine the way you do."

“Hey,” He spoke up, swallowing thickly, his hands already finding each other, toying with his fingers nervously. Your eyes flickered towards him briefly, before returning towards the road.

Nerves began to pierce through his stomach, his hands now shaking, even though they were laying on his lap. But you had not noticed yet.

“I heard there is this great new restaurant only five minutes from here.”

You smiled at his words, nodding in agreement. Yes, you had heard of it as well.

“I would love to go there, Steven,” You sighed, still driving towards the snackbar. “But I am afraid I am a little low on money right now.”

The man remained quiet in his seat, staring out of the window absentmindedly. Yet, his mind was spinning. You took his silence for a disappointed answer, and frowned slightly.

“With the mortgage from my new apartment, and rent and everything,” You mumbled, referring to the new home in central London you had finally managed to buy. “I am afraid I’ll have to wait for ten more days until I get paid. I don’t have the money now.”

“N-no,” He interrupted, now turning back to you. “I meant it as a question.”

Now it was your turn to remain silent. And now Steven understood how a silence could be so deafening and uncomfortable. It did not make his proposition any easier.

“Would you allow me to take you there?”

"The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change."

The stutter in his voice was adorable, and you could not help but show a tiny smile.

“As a date?” You prodded, a teasing edge to your voice, but you were sincere nonetheless.

“Well,” Steven chuckled nervously. “Only if you want it to be. It could be a fun little frien-“

“Steven,” You interrupted, showing him that kind look on your face that only made this moment so much harder for the poor man. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Swallowing thickly again, he nodded, casting his eyes down to his lap.

No other words were spoken, and the lack of answers were terrifying Steven. If you would say no, he’d have nowhere to run to. He’d be stuck in a car regardless, and pretend he was fine. He won’t ever let himself live that one down.

But if you were to reject him, would things change? Not only would this car-ride be absolutely horrible, he’d have to be forced to look at your face every day with a secret longing, even after you denied him. He could never bring himself to go to work if he had to live with that.

Why did he ask? Silently, he was already punishing himself. He knew you deserved better, of course you did. But he always held hope you might have liked him back as he had. And this silence was the worst, especially for the consequences it would bring.

"Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same."

“I just came back from work,” You finally uttered. “I look horrible.”

“You look beautiful,” Steven quickly countered, not even realizing the words he had just spoken. “You always do. And, and the good news is, you do not have to get dressed up. I already like you, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Now it was your turn for heat to rise to your face. Perhaps you had begun to understand the reason Steven always turned from you after greeting you.

“You don’t either,” You spoke honestly. “I would be a fool to reject that offer.”

Beaming in his seat, Steven finally let go of his hands, resting them on the seat calmly, though inside, he was grinning from ear to ear. For years, he had pined over you from a distant, only striking up occasional conversations.

And now he sat there, with you beside him, on your way to your very first date. He was thankful he did not have to take the tube to the restaurant. He would have gotten some weird looks for that stupid smile.

The diner had gone surprisingly well. From the moment you had accepted his offer, Steven changed completely; he opened every door for you, would hold your seat, named your order to the waiters, and even insisted upon dessert, after you had told him you did not want him to spend that much money for a little cake.

He was even more endearing than he usually was. And the looks he gave you throughout the entire night made your heart swell with love. How you had never seen him looking at you like that before, you did not know. But now that you noticed, you did not think you could ever unsee it. His eyes were filled with so much adoration and patience, it was nearly too good to be true.

But he was real.

And he was sitting in front of you

"They're dimming the street lights You're perfect for me Why aren't you here tonight?"

When the two of you left the restaurant, the sun had already began to set, and the streetlights illuminated the roads. Your stomach was fuller than it had been in the last couple of weeks, but you had a blast.

Steven was still smiling, walking beside you as he observed you gently. This time, as you turned to look at him, he did not look away, as he usually did. Instead, he brightened his smile, his eyes crinkling as he did so.

“Something on my face?” You wondered, aware of his staring.

“No,” he denied, shaking his head. “Just looking.”

You hummed at his answer, content with the diner dip, as you had called it. Yet, you could not help but grow increasingly aware of his eyes on you. They were not uncomfortable, but it was new.

"I'm waiting alone now So come on and come out And pull me near And shine, shine, shine."

Trying to ignore it, you walked closer to him, your arm wrapping around his, matching his steps. Steven tensed at the notion shortly, his other hand clenching his fingers together. He felt his heart speed up, and he wondered if you had any idea what you were doing to him.

He’s had crushes through the years, but with you, it felt different. Not a crush, but he was in love. Completely and utterly head over heels. And he had known it since your first talk.

And now, your arm was around his.

And your head suddenly on his shoulder, your steps ceasing. For a short second, Steven wondered if he had done anything wrong. But when your eyes fell upon the sky, he realised that had not been the case.

Your eyes had landed on the sky above you, the stars hanging in the dark canvas above.

“A clear nightsky in Central London,” you mused. “I didn’t think I’d see the day.”

"Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons Why I should be the one you choose."

Steven remained silent beside you, his eyes now rising to the stars as well. Your arm began to slip from his, settling for his hand instead.

It was extremely warm, perhaps because he had been nervous earlier. You had been too. But it was a pleasant feeling. And, without any poetic meaning to it, his hands simply felt as…his. What you had always imagined his hand to feel like, his fingers entangled with yours, it felt exactly like that. And there was something deeply enchanting to it.

For someone who worked in a museum gift shop, his hands had been surprisingly calloused, though. You had not expected that.

“Do you know anything about astrology?” Steven asked, trying to get his attention off of the incredibly soothing contact your hands made. It was almost overwhelming to him.

“No,” you answered honestly. “I just like to look at the stars.”

He ‘aww’ed in understanding, his mind trailing off to a book he owned about astrology and starsigns. He might let you borrow that one later.

For now, he stood there, enjoying the moment in the cold afternoon air.

"All those other girls, well, they're beautiful But would they write a song for you?"

The car-ride to Steven’s apartment was short. The restaurant had been walking distance from his flat, but you insisted upon driving him home. You even insisted on walking with him to his room.

“Will I see you again?” Steven asked meekly as he stuck his key in the door.

“Well,” you smiled. “I work tomorrow. You work tomorrow. If you show up.”

“Yes, sorry,” he sighed, understanding your underlying notion. “It’s just, I have this sleeping problem-“

“Steven, it’s okay.” You reassured, resting your hand on his shoulder. “You can’t help it.”

His eyes softened upon the words, his shoulders slumping. You frowned at the sudden change of his mood, cursing yourself for even uttering a word about his absence at work.

“And if you don't,” you tried to cheer him up. “I will cover for you to Donna. She likes us both too much to fire us.”

“I doubt that.”

You retrieved your hand, holding it up to lay emphasis on your words. “Who else am I supposed to buy my pens from?”

"I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else I can't help myself."

Opening his door, he turned back to face you, his face set in sudden anxiety. He wanted to do this with you again. He didn’t want to see you during work hours only. And you had seemed to enjoy yourself. Why would you not want to?

“Hey,” he spoke up, changing the subject. “I know a great bookshop in a hidden alley in London. Maybe we can find some books about astrology there?”

You grinned, dropping your hands to your sides.

“Is that a second date?”

The teasing edge on your voice was now easily caught by Steven, who answered your question with a sudden boost of confidence.

“It is.”

You looked at him in surprising, nodding in admiration.

“Okay, handsome,” you agreed. “I’ll keep you to that.”

"If you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else I can't help myself."

And there it was again. That stupid rush of warmth running over his cheeks. He used to hate it as much as he loved it. But now, it had simply become endearing.

“Okay,” he whispered, his hands finding his pockets as he leaned on the balls of his feet.

Before the moment could get awkward, you walked up to him, leaning forward slightly to place a light kiss on his cheek. As you leaned back, you found Steven frozen to the ground, and it almost reminded you of a Looney Tunes moment. You kept that thought to yourself.

“I had a wonderful time tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, Steven.”

With that, you turned around, offering a wave behind your shoulder as you always did. It wasn’t until you began descending down the stairs that Steven was ripped out of his thoughts.

“Y-yes!” He stuttered. “See you tomorrow…”

He heard your laugh echoing through the halls until your footsteps were no longer audible. His heart had only been speeding up since that talk, and he found his clothes sticking to him uncomfortably tight. A quiet ‘I love you’ slipped from his lips, before he stepped into his apartment.

The second his door closed, his back leaned against it, and the man let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. He replayed everything that had happened in his mind, letting it all process properly.

And then he laughed, running a hand through his hair. A cheer erupted from his throat as he turned around, facing the door.

“A second date.”

The same words you had uttered as you reached the bottom floor, doing a little dance of victory.

"Can't help myself, I can't help myself."

#november writings 2022 #steven Grant #moon knight #mcu #Oscar Isaac #steven grant x reader

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ikissjesse · 9 months

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could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!

omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!

tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )

as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton

aaron² hc's !!

reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3

they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout

sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time

u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice

as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!

they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so

anyway enough abt hamilton for now

there was def mutual pining

they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"

"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk

the way they attempted to "drop hints":

t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did

pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to

z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him

both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same

"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t

"...what?" -jesse

needless to say jesse was confused as hell

he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing

"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z

thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization

giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual

"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off

"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"

building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later

he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted

little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways

as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend

saying t was happy would be an understatement

the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered

choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red

"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"

well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably

"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!

after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug

but wait !! theres more !!

what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???

the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔

z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one

even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat

t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable

z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it

now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪

they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!

they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not

however theyre also 300% more flirty

by that i mean T is 300% more flirty

z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)

z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )

when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......

t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it

dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM

i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first

t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud

t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information

z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin

z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly

theyre so cute im throwing up in class

there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK

thank u for reading <3

#4town #turning red #4townie #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #aaron² #aaron t x aaron z #turning red headcanons #4town headcanons

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nasuversekinkmeme · 8 months

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much ado about soap operas - BlackJacketsandPens - Fate/Grand Order [Archive of Our Own]

Original Prompt:

https://www.tumblr.com/nasuversekinkmeme/725393704201912320/morgan-castoria-or-oberon-get-stuck-watching-a?source=share

morgan castoria or oberon get stuck watching a live action 10000000 page slow burn mutual pining fic set in novum chaldea and possibly have to restrain themselves from just going up and telling the two idiots whoever they are that their feelings are fucking mutual moron i can see it with my faerie eyes please just get together so i can live my life without reading your mind as you wax rhapsodic about this bitch’s smile and sulk because you think they dont like you

Summary:

Castoria and Oberon commiserate over their Master’s ridiculous mutual pining situation and resolve to (attempt to) figure out how to do something about it. Why is Chaldea such a soap opera?! (SFW, no content warnings)

Honestly, Oberon thought sulkily. If he wanted to watch a soap opera, he’d steal someone’s television. (And he really, in point of fact, did not. Soap operas were annoying.)

The one…okay, one of the many bad things about being stuck in Novum Chaldea as one of Master Komadori Fujimaru’s servants was, well, the interpersonal drama. God help him but it was everywhere! You couldn’t take two steps without spotting some idiot with more issues than a magazine subscription, and his Faerie Eyes made it that much worse. Granted it was a bit more wildly varied and unhinged and frankly slightly more entertaining than Faerie Britain had been, yes, but still. Gah, were Heroic Spirits allergic to communication?!

(Not that he’s one to talk, but he has an excuse.)

And the worst part? Oh, the worst part was that not even their esteemed master was above it all! On the bright side, she was one of the most sincere, genuine, earnest people he knew, and it really did kind of hurt his eyes to look at her sometimes, clear and bright like Proper Human History’s blue sky – and there were icky emotions on his end there that he was not about to properly examine any time in the near ever – so it was a bit less awful than literally any other human ever. But on the downside, beyond her. Uh. Well, she had Thoughts about him he was studiously ignoring, and she had a remarkable propensity for horny thoughts every so often about…a lot of Servants, of both genders, but neither of those things were the problem here.

Oh no. The Komadori soap opera was about one person in specific, and it wasn’t the dead doctor or the samurai chick, both of which he’d heard about and heard she was still pining for in varying degrees. No. No, she had much worse taste than that. (Not that he knew the two dearly departed to judge her taste where they were concerned, but honestly, if she was eyeing him she had abysmal taste anyway.)

It was the infamous golden Archer, in point of fact. The shiny, arrogant, insufferable King of Heroes himself. Why, he had absolutely no goddamn clue. But boy, were her thoughts and feelings a whirlwind of pining and wistful sighs and all that stupid shit that sent her borderline swooning. Ugh! He was too busy gagging internally to parse the mashup of feelings that she gave off when he was in her vicinity, but it was goopy and gross and he desperately wished she’d just say fuck it and kiss him already, but nooooooo. Nooooooo.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, the stupid king was giving off the same bullshit pining nonsense! You’d think, given his attitude about basically everything, he’d be the first one to do something about it, sweeping her off her feet and declaring her His and making some arrogant proclamations about treasure or some dumbass shit. He didn’t seem the type to pine. And yet here the idiot was, watching her when her back was turned with the most stupidly fond expression on his face, and physically restraining himself from calling her whatever it was – probably some sappy ass nickname – that popped into his head every time he talked to her.

And of course, half the time he walked into the cafeteria to filch a meal from someone not paying attention, there they were. Being stupid. In front of his salad! Yeesh.

Thusly irritated, he spots one of his own usual targets and waltzes over, perching daintily in the seat beside her and resting his chin on a hand to beam sunnily at his Artoria, the Caster sitting distractedly with her tray of food in front of her. If he was going to be in a sour mood, he sure wasn’t going to be in one alone if he had anything to say about it!

“Gooooooood morning, Artoria~!” He chirps, his false cheer turned up to Extremely Grating levels for this early in the morning. “And how are we this fine day~? Why the long face?” He reaches out to steal a strawberry from her fruit cup just to add insult to injury, but she barely notices. Huh.

Instead, she flops onto the table, her forehead hitting it with a solid thunk. “Why is she so stupid,” she groans, voice muffled. “Smart about everything else, and yet. And yet. Gahhhhh.”

Oberon blinks slowly. “And you would be referring tooooo….?”

She tilts her head to peer up at him, one of her green eyes fixing him with the most deadpan look she can muster, which is definitely nothing to sneeze at. “Komadori. Duh. You can see it too, or you wouldn’t be trying extra hard to piss me off this morning. You always try to needle people when you’re in a bad mood.”

…well, he’s not going to belabor the fact that she knows him that well, even if he absolutely resents the hell out of it. In any case, she’s right, and he steals a grape and sticks his tongue out at her before popping it in his mouth.

“Busted,” he says, sighing dramatically. “Honestly, it’s exasperating. Look at them! I’d thought that King of Heroes was the type to take what he wants whether you want him to or not, and yet here they are, being– ugh, starcrossed. That hack Shakespeare’s written comedies like this and I hate them just as much.”

Artoria rolls her eyes. “No kidding!” She complains. “I’ve talked to my other selves about it, the original knows him pretty well and from what she says he’s absolutely the type to go for it way too hard if he’s into someone. Not to mention Komadori! I’ve seen her hit on a ton of Servants, and heck, she even flirts with him, but have they gotten their act together? No!” She sighs, just as dramatically. “It’s ridiculous!”

They fall silent, and stare at the duo – Komadori was with one of her usual mealtime groups, that being that Irish Lancer that looked like Grimr, the red haired Archer in green, and a couple others, and the King of Heroes was off being an arrogant tool with that just-as-gold pharoah, and both were studiously not shooting looks at each other every so often – for a long moment. And then as one, they turn to look at each other.

“Operation: Soap Opera Busters?” Artoria suggests.

Oberon grins, showing off his much-too-sharp teeth for a handsome faerie king. “Oh yes, let’s.”

She grins back, showing off her matching set. “Meet me in my room later, I’m gonna investigate. You see what you can find out too.”

“Got it~” He hums. “Let’s get our dearest darlingest Master laid.”

(Maybe if she was getting railed regularly by Mister King Goldie, she’d stop having those Thoughts about him. Right?)

——

Well! He thinks, as he finds his way to Artoria’s room – ‘room’, given she crashes in Komadori’s room more often than not – he’s discovered some very stupid, but very pertinent information about the King of Idiots. Okay, to be fair, it’s not objectively stupid, but it’s making the man act like a complete buffoon.

A quick library raid behind that mousy, big-breasted librarian Servant’s back got him the most basic information on the golden idiot’s myth, and that sent him seeking out the Servant named Enkidu. Now, he’s aware there’s a goddess or two from the area around, but he’s seen Ishtar in the cafeteria and hell the fuck no, no thanks. He actually likes Enkidu, anyway. The thing’s a clay doll made from the Planet itself, and considering he’s, well, similarly born…there’s a bit of a strange kinship. Granted, one of them was made to corral a semi-divine tyrant and the other was made to devour an entire country, but hey. Gaia’s weird like that.

And Enkidu, it turned out, was just as frustrated with golden boy as the two unwilling spectators were! Good! The homunculus had happily divulged what Oberon had been looking for, and even offered their assistance in ‘forcing Gil to stop acting so ridiculous about Master’ if needed. Which was probably going to be needed if Oberon intended to have a Pointed Conversation with the man, given golden boy could probably break him in half with one hand. Stupid arbitrary Strength stats.

Anyway! Onward. He pops into Artoria’s room with nary a knock, and waves at her sitting on a crate – yes, her ‘room’ was a storage room she’d decided to commandeer as her little headquarters when she wasn’t napping in a pile with Komadori on her bed – with a winning smile. “Hello, hello, do I have some juicy gossip for you~! Courtesy everyone’s favorite green haired homunculus, who sends their regards and offer of assistance beating Golden Idiot upside the head if we need it.”

Artoria snickers. “Komadori told me they made friends by beating each other senseless in a market square,” she says. “I’m somehow not surprised it’s that kind of friendship. Anyway! I ended up talking to that Servant, um, Robin Hood, because I asked around and someone told me he was actually there in that Singularity thing that took place in Gilgamesh’s kingdom. Komadori gets evasive about some of the stuff that happened there, so I figured it’d be a good place to start. And boy, was it!”

“So I take it we both have the juicy gossip~?” Oberon says, amused. “Good to know, so spill it. What happened?”

Artoria leans in, eyes alight with that vicious sort of glee that he’d always found so damn funny, more so now that he’s met her other selves, who have none of that unhinged sort of feral wildness she does. “Gilgamesh – like, actual living person in the Singularity Gilgamesh, though ours has his memories apparently – literally jumped in front of a laser for her. Like, Robin was there, he saw it but didn’t move fast enough and then like, boom! Right through the heart! He literally died for her, Oberon, like, oh my god! Robin said he said some dumb shit about needing to anyway for Singularity reasons, but like, of all ways to go!”

“He died for her and she still doesn’t think he–” Oberon groans. “Is she stupid?! She’s stupid! Look at him, you’ve seen him, he’s got a head bigger than Cernunnos and acts like a spoiled five year old half the time, he wouldn’t do something like that unless he legitimately gave a damn! How the hell does she not see it!?”

Artoria shrugs helplessly. “Robin says his best guess is that Komadori’s got some trauma over losing people after that doctor guy and the samurai lady and, like, half the people she’s ever met along the way saving the world– and to be fair, we didn’t help– so she’s afraid to commit just in case,” she explains, and Oberon grimaces. Hell, she did have a point there. They, uh, really didn’t do much to not reinforce the ‘all my friends die’ trauma. Oops, sorry not sorry (on his end, at least, he’s sure Artoria does feel a bit bad). “Which does make sense. But, I mean, come on, he’s a Servant! She can always summon him back. Which, granted, doesn’t erase the dying part, but still. Isn’t he like one of the most mega-powerful Servants anyway? He’s gotta be hard to kill!”

“And anyway, she’s not one to balk at taking stupid, reckless risks,” Oberon adds with a roll of his eyes. “You and I both have seen how insane she is firsthand.” He studiously is not going to mention the fact that one of said risks was nearly jumping off the Border after him when he’d fallen. Nope, not relevant. “But…wait a minute,” he blinks and then slaps a hand to his face. “Oh my god, they have the same damn issue! This is ridiculous!”

Artoria blinks. “What?”

“Yes!” He complains. “I told you, I talked to Enkidu! They said that when they were both alive, they’d died because gods are shitheads, and Golden Idiot was mega ultra traumatized forever by it!” There was more to it than that, about the idiot’s terminal semidivine induced loneliness and avoidance of any real connections besides Enkidu themselves, but given Oberon understood that part a tiny bit too well he wasn’t going to think about it too hard. “They’re both sitting around pining relentlessly but being too scared to say anything because they don’t want to risk losing someone they love again and being hurt, my god this is actually worse than Shakespeare!”

Artoria buries her face in her hands, swearing inarticulately in a mix of very colorful Cornish, Breton, and Welsh – he’s so proud, who taught her half of those – for a moment before sighing. “We’ve got our work cut out for us, don’t we?” She moans.

“We do,” Oberon complains, draping dramatically across another crate. “Uuuuughhhhh, why did I sign up for this?”

“Because you’re as sick as I am of watching them dance around each other?” Artoria suggests. “Because you like Komadori and want to see her happy?”

“Shut up, do not accuse me of that second one, how dare you,” Oberon snaps. Rude! He absolutely, totally, definitely hates their master. For sure. Completely. Yep. No lies here. “But damn it all, you’re right, I am sick of it.”

They fall silent for a moment, staring at each other.

“…we have to talk to them now, don’t we,” Oberon says.

Artoria blinks slowly. “That…is the next step, yeah.”

More staring.

And thus comes the simultaneous frustrated screams of two people who are notoriously terrible at sincere interpersonal communication realizing they’ll have to actively do just that in order to resolve this issue.

Ah, well. Looks like they’ll be suffering for a little longer, won’t they?

#submission #fill #fillathon #fgo #gilgamesh #oc #castoria #oberon

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chris-continues · 8 months

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Yo Yo! I'm cashing in on my request as I start brainstorming your uncanny boy. Can I get uhhhhhhh.......

Your favorite Trigun characters and how they'd react to tsundere reader? Very much likes them but would die before admitting it.

Tee, and if I may, hee.

✌🏻

Ohohoho my favs you’ll tell which ones they are LMAO

Vash

- Slow, and if I may, burn. Even if you were more vocal about your feelings, he would be in denial that you like him, and even if he did pick up on it… he truly believes he doesn’t deserve you. That he deserves to seek penance for the rest of his days.

-Fleeting, accidental touches as you both pull away quickly… although you linger a bit longer than needed.

-Wolfwood and Roberto will tease you both. Hell, sometimes Meryl even joins in. You both adamantly refuse, of course not, you couldn’t like Vash. At all. Ever. With his winning smile, and kind eyes, and sweet demeanor, and..

-It’s so bad. Like incredibly bad. The mutual pining is actually insane. Either you guys get inebriated or confess, or some third party has to make something happen, because it’s honestly painful to watch.

Wolfwood

-This guy? Biggest fucking tease on No Man’s Land. He pushes anyone’s buttons, regardless. But especially if it’s you, constantly having some witty remark or retort saved just for you.

-If you banter back with him, that’s cute. If you huff and turn away shyly, that’s also cute. Honestly, you’re just really cute.

-Your tsundere behavior is endearing, in his eyes. If he notices, he’ll make sure to lean in real close when talking to you, before saying something insulting or stupid with a shit eating grin. He knows what he’s doing.

Livio

-I do think if you took the refusal part about your feelings a bit far he may feel hurt.

-He’s a flustered mess when it comes to you (same as you)

-He’d be a bit in denial about his feelings for you- you don’t deserve someone like him, after all. He could hurt you! And you’re so soft, and sweet, and-

-…he really wants you. Such a softie.

-Like Vash, you’ll probably need a third party to come in and make something happen. He’s willing to let you go in fear of hurting you (like Vash).

Roberto

-This old man?? Yeah, he knows. Easy. You being into him doesn’t effect him in the slightest, sleazy grin on his face. He’s willing to wait for you to confess on your own terms, having already heavily hinted at his attraction towards you.

-This isn’t his first rodeo, and he can play the long game. Pretend he doesn’t have an effect on you when he carelessly reaches across you- oh no, he was just opening the glovebox. Why’re you so red? Too hot out for you? Pfft.

-He has fun with it, lazy grin on his lips. He’s like Wolfwood, but worse.

Milly

-She’s incredibly oblivious. Meryl probably points out your attraction for her and she goes: “really?? I couldn’t tell!” Even if it was extremely obvious.

-She’s a very affectionate person, so most of your interactions end up with you, a blubbering mess, and her, with flowers all around in blissful ignorance.

Meryl

-she’s also a tsundere bro LMAOOO what do you think

-You’re both in such heavy denial, flushing at the slightest of contact or the slightest implication that you’re together. What do you mean?? Of course not!! Haha…

-It takes awhile for you both to get together. You’re probably intoxicated, or someone blurts it out, etc.

#trigun #trigun stampede #chris writes #vash the stampede #millions knives #knives millions #Wolfwood #roberto de niro #meryl stryfe #Milly Thompson #livio the double fang #livio x reader #Milly x reader #roberto x reader

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dear-taka-chan · 2 years

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please just let me kiss you

cw: male!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, au where he is still in a gang, mentions of blood and injuries.

his lilac eyes were always way too much for you. not in a bad way but definitely in a nerve-wrecking way. he has a habit of staring at you while you treat his wounds when it's obvious you're trying everything and anything to not let his eyes meet yours.

you know if you looked, you'd wanna push him against the bathroom tiles and kiss him until his lips swell and you both are panting for breath. but you control yourself and focus on the wound at hand.

the sun was setting down, casting an orangish-golden glow on the reflective tiles. he sat on the stool while you sat on the floor. mitsuya lets out a hiss and it makes you pause and and look up.

"did i hurt you? sorry i was trying to be gentle-"

"no, no it's fine." he smiled through the sting and your heart skipped a beat. gulping down your saliva, you looked down again. only for him to run his hands through your hair oh-so-slowly.

eyes wide you stared at him, "wh-what are you doing?"

"oh? oh i was just pushing your hair away from your eyes." well it was your fault for being expectant and thinking this was anything other than an act of kindness. you were hurt, for a tiny second you were expectant, thinking that maybe he would start something so you don't have to. but weren't you the one trying to maintain a distance between each other? you didn't let the hurt show but mitsuya knows how to read emotions better than anyone else and he clearly read everything you were feeling in that moment, in your eyes.

there was a strong restraint on the boy's part too. he was trying his best to not embrace you in his arms and tell you just how much he loves you. it hurt him to see you so expectant for his touch, for his love because he knows that lingering touches and long lasting hugs mean something and they aren't just coincidental. he isn't stupid and it's not that easy to fool him. he wants to give you everything good he has to offer but he can't.

he can't because of his own self-restraints. his own ifs and buts. he was hoping you'd say something first so he doesn't have to but it was getting too much for him now. he wants you now, he wants you all for himself. he wants to scream and yell and shout and do anything so that you can realize his desperate need for you.

as soon as you resumed cleaning another wound to dress it up, he held your wrist, gently which made you look up. his hand barely brushed the side of your face to see if you would stop him but since you didn't he held it in his large palm.

"(name)..." his voice was barely audible, hoarse because he hasn't uttered a word in so long. he leans down so that your faces are centimetres away from each other.

"please, please just let me kiss you." you are shocked, you just stare at him. you didn't expect him to actually work on his feelings. a part of you was sure you two would just keep them inside and eventually forget about them.

but here he is. pretty pastel purple hair falling down his sides and glistening eyes looking at you with so much desire you find yourself unable to move. but you shake yourself out of it and nod.

he licks his lips wet and then he closes the gap, leaning down and softly placing his plump lips on yours.

a smile instantly breaks on his face. he can't contain the euphoria he is feeling right now.

finally, finally he is able to taste you, to kiss you, to have his lips on yours and he feels a lump forming in his throat.

tears stream down your face because you are so overwhelmed and yet, yet this is the most comfortable and warm you have ever felt. with him. right now as he uses both his big, warm hands to hold your face in place.

you both part away and instantly start laughing. he is so happy. and you, you're on cloud nine. this is what you have wanted for so long. months of pining after each other, months of hiding and denying your feelings and now, you finally got what you both wanted.

#takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya x male reader

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light up the dark [XII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 6.1k

genre: smut, angst, mutual pining, mutual angst, soulmate au????

warnings: emotional constipation, smut, angry sex, Leo being stupid hot, moderate manhandling, fingering, making out, teasing, Leo calls reader a whore /affectionate, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, less aftercare than usual, reader is starting to open up, a LOT of self loathing from Leo, miscommunication (but not stupid miscommunication yk), confrontation, a surprise at the end

summary: after waiting out the worst of the confrontation with Calypso, you find yourself unable to resist Leo's embrace, and Leo finds himself unable to stay away from you, in spite of how hard both of you try. You both desperately try with everything you've got to reach the other person. You don't know if it's going to work, but you have to try. In a moment of desperation, you realize something important

song recs: break my 0wn heart - atlas, can't stay away - im5 ft. bella thorne, warmth - bastille, music to watch boys to - lana del rey, melt my heart to stone - adele, tell her you love her - echosmith

a/n: OH BOY. break out your tissues bc I really went for it this time. hope you're wrecked emotionally bc I am. also my rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs are blowing up rn so I'm gonna do a part 2 at some point.

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @perseajohnson @chasingpj @mystic-writings @fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @anything-forourmoony @afidiofobia@chasingpj @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @youkissedareaderinthedark @magcon7280

You barely finished your conversation with Nico before Calypso really started going crazy. You’re not sure exactly what happened, no one is, but things escalated and she got really belligerent. She started yelling about how horrible you are, calling you a whore and a homewrecker. If Nico hadn’t grabbed your arm and shadow traveled you to your room, Calypso would have been able to barge into the kitchen to confront you. There’s no doubt that could have ended any way other than horribly ugly.

“Stay here.” Nico says when you realize you’re in your room instead of the kitchen, with a note of decisiveness that makes you know he means it. Before you can agree, he’s already gone. You wait near the door, listening for voices, trying to make out what they’re saying. It feels like forever before you finally hear everyone making their way upstairs, slowly getting ready for bed. It’s even longer until the house is finally quiet. Eventually you can’t hear anymore hushed conversations, the water stops running through the pipes into the bathroom, and the light from the cracks in the door aren’t spilling onto the floorboards anymore.

Eventually, when everyone else has long since gone to sleep, you don’t have an excuse not to anymore. You lay down in your bed, trying to make it warm. You do your best to ignore everything racing around your mind even more than usual, try to quiet the events that transpired tonight from playing on a continuous loop in your mind. You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to find anything else to think of besides everything that’s on your mind. You try so hard to sleep without Leo that night.

In spite of your best efforts, and how late you went to bed, you only manage to get a few hours before you’re wide awake. You stare at the ceiling, every part of you begging to be with him, craving him like an addict. You really are trying your best to make it through the night without him, but… You sigh, not knowing how much longer you can do this. You roll over, seriously considering sneaking in to see him. You weigh your options, thinking about how much better you’d feel, how excited he always is when you appear in his doorway.

But you know if you go to him now, it will seem like you do only want him as a hookup, you actually are just using him for his body. You don’t want him to think that, you’re not sure why but you just don’t. Nico’s words from the kitchen echo in your mind as you let out a shuddering, frustrated sigh. You press your hands into your face. Maybe if you hadn’t been telling him that you’re only using him for his body since you first fucked him, he wouldn’t think that. You roll over, wishing that little voice in your head would shut up.

You know it’s right, but you don’t want to hear it. Not right now. You know that you’ve had a justification for everything for everything you’ve been saying this whole time; you’re only using him for sex and you don’t care about feelings, that the reason you should keep it a secret is so it would be less drama for him, you always spend the night with him because his bed is more comfortable than yours. You believed all that at first, but now, you’re starting to think that maybe those justifications were just that - justifications for getting to be with him.

Now you’re alone again in your big cold bed, with sheets that still aren’t broken in because you never fucking sleep here. You never sleep in your own bed, because you don’t want to. You want to sleep in Leo’s bed with him, where it’s warm and there’s someone to hold you tight and kiss you on the cheeks and forehead. You want to sleep with your breath mixing with someone else’s, with your limbs tangled up and your chests slowly rising and falling together.

Of course you want that, of course you want to be held in a big ball of warmth, you don’t know who wouldn’t want that. You ache for him, and it makes your room feel even colder and more empty. Between how late everyone went to bed and how much time you spent deliberating on whether or not you should even try to sneak in and see him, it’s way later than usual. So by the time you finally make your way down the hall and creep into his room, he’s fast asleep.

Earlier while you were lying awake, staring at your ceiling and agonizing over the events of the past few hours, Leo was down the hall doing the exact same thing. Calypso’s words invade his every thought, and he keeps comparing what she said to everything you’ve done. He knows he's overthought this to death, but it’s relentless.

He struggles to trust his instincts, to stop doubting himself. Could he have horribly misread everything? Can Calypso see something obvious that he can't? He's never pretended to be objective when it comes to you, but maybe that's not as good of a thing as he thought. He continues beating this dead horse until he eventually passes out.

He comes to suddenly, unsure of what time it is. He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration that he can’t even sleep through the night after such a wild day like today. More than a little of that upset and frustration is because it’s so much later than usual, and there’s still been no sign of you. He hasn’t seen you since you said you’re not friends, and that horrible self doubt is making him start to think you were serious. A moment later, before his mind can really latch onto that sentence and the way you said it to prove to himself that you were joking (you were joking, right?) the door to his room opens gently and slowly. Your silhouette appears, familiar and alluring, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

His voice alone is like an oasis, so you do. You go to him without any hesitation. Before you can say anything, he pulls you into his lap firmly and starts kissing you. Every touch from him soothes your frazzled nerves, and you’re so relieved again and again that he keeps letting you in. He grabs your face, pushing his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly accept. He leans into you, and you grab onto his shoulders to stay balanced.

Your timing couldn’t be more impeccable. He really did think he missed you, or maybe that you wouldn’t come at all tonight. But here you are again, wanting him, searching for his embrace, once again finding solace at his doorstep. Part of him wants to be strong, doesn’t want to fold for you so quickly every single time. But gods, he can’t resist you. He can’t say no to you, the sight of you hovering in his door, waiting for him to wrap you up in his arms, to kiss you dizzy and make you smile. He wants it, too - to be the one that makes you smile. He really just can’t resist you, not even after the exhausting night you both endured. After a moment, he sits up and rolls his eyes, sighing exaggeratedly.

“C’mere.”

There’s something there tonight, a tinge more dominance to him than usual. It makes you quiver under his touch, even more than you normally would. The way he holds you, the way he pushes his tongue further past your lips makes you really glad you’re on his lap, or you’d definitely be having some trouble standing up. Leave it to Leo to literally make you weak at the knees after the most stressful day ever.

He flips you over suddenly, you blink and your back is on his mattress and his hair is falling in your face. Your stomach flips and heat pools between your legs at his every move, every gesture, but especially that one. You pull away enough to say something in your signature snarky, quippy tone, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Shut up.”

His tongue is in your mouth again. There’s still an element of playfulness to his voice, there always is, but you know he means business tonight. You can’t lie, you’re not used to him giving you orders, but you’re not… mad at it. Not at all. He grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you further down the bed so he can climb on top of you properly. Your eyes widen at the gesture, heat and butterflies erupting through you at his touch. At the same time, he pulls your legs further apart to settle himself between them. He continues kissing you in that way that makes you dizzy, shoving one hand between your legs to touch you, start playing with you a little.

He scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him as arousal drips down your folds. You’re already turned on enough that his skilled fingers make loud sticky wet noises within moments of working their way inside you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, too, hooking his fingers just right against that spot while he flicks his tongue deeper into your mouth. His fingers are so long, effortlessly reaching deeper inside you than you could ever hope to. He really wants to make you squirm tonight, so he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit. It’s just enough to wind you up, tease you without really giving you what you want.

He focuses his attention on that spot inside you that makes you shudder, and once he feels you start to tighten up, right when you start to get close, he pulls his fingers out. The loss of contact is only for a moment or two, but it’s enough for you to whine into his mouth. He bites your lip in response, and you freeze, flustered at the sensation of his teeth on your skin. He’s really not taking any shit tonight. You had pulled a condom out of thin air a few moments ago, and he grabs it where it lays next to you, forgotten at the feeling of his fingers pushing inside you.

He grabs his cock, squeezing it in his hand and stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes his tongue further into your mouth as he bullies his cock into your cunt, reveling in the sensation of your tight, gummy walls giving way to accommodate how hung he is. The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix again and again as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace. Between everything he’s doing and everything he did leading up to this, how close he got you, you already feel like you’re going to cum again. His kisses make you dizzy, and the pace he’s going at is enough to already make your head spin. He’s being rough with you tonight.

His hands slide into yours and move them above your head, before he secures your wrists in place with one hand. His thrusts have a sharper edge to them, and when his other hand comes down to squeeze the back of your thigh, his grip is firmer than it has been before. You’re already tightening around him, and between the feeling of his body pressing into yours and his cock rubbing hard and fast against every delicious, sensitive spot, it’s only a few more seconds before that coil tightening and building inside you bursts.

“Already?” He asks with a teasing smirk, lips brushing against yours as he speaks, “Maybe you are a little whore…” He chuckles, before connecting your lips again. There’s a playfulness to his words, and the fact that you know he doesn’t really mean it, that he still respects you as much as he always has, makes what he’s saying even hotter. You moan into his mouth as he keeps bucking his hips into yours. It’s like he’s competing with himself to see how deep inside you he can get, and whatever he’s doing now is winning.

You can tell he’s pissed off about something - presumably whatever happened between him and his friends and Calypso that you still don’t know the details of - and if fucking you like this gets it out of his system, you’re more than happy to help him. He pounds into you, tantalizing your every nerve with his touch. His hands are all over you, moving from restraining yours to hold your face, squeeze your waist and hips, run up and down your thighs, envelop you in a bear hug that makes you feel even closer to him than you knew to be possible. He fucks the breath out of your lungs, fucks the thoughts out of your head, and you love every minute of it. You crave more.

By the time the only coherent thought you can manage is Leo, Leo, Leo, a little part of you in the back of your mind realizes that he’s taking control. And you’re letting him. You should be terrified, you should be running for the hills. But you don’t. Somehow, in all your fear, all the walls you’ve built around you, Leo has found a hidden back door you didn’t even know was there. He’s entering slowly, and you’re letting him. For reasons beyond you, you don’t mind letting him hold you, letting him see you vulnerable like this.

You’re surprised that you’re not scared and terrified to death of letting him do this to you, make you feel like this, but it feels so good. Not just the sex, but the way he looks at you, the way he touches you gently even when he’s obliterating your tight cunt, the way there’s always a sweetness and softness and care to his voice, even when he’s calling you a whore. There’s no situation, not even during rough, angry sex, that he hasn’t been sweeter to you than you knew a person could be. You used to cringe at the idea of aftercare, much less cuddling and snuggling and spending the night, but… maybe there’s a reason you only go back to your own bed at sunrise.

Even if you could think clearly, you still would have lost track of how many times he’s made you cum long before now. You’ve spent the last… gods know how long with his hands pushing down on your stomach, slipping his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on while he tells you all his dirty thoughts about you. When he’s not muttering and growling things that make you lightheaded to hear, his mouth is everywhere. On your neck, your tits, leaving more hickeys than usual in its wake. He pins your arms above your head again, this time intertwining your fingers with his as he moans, guttural and shameless, into your skin.

You’ve never seen him angry like this, never seen him pissed off and ready to fuck you hard. It’s surprising, and if you’re being honest, it has you much more turned on than you’d like to admit. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, just from the way he grabs your face to make you look at him, the way he’ll say something right into your ear that sends chills down your spine and punctuate it with a bite. He fucks you fast and rough, but it still feels more tender than it has with anyone you’ve been with before now.

Even like this, even when he’s fucking all of his frustrations out into you, he’s still gazing into your eyes, sighing against your skin and holding your hand. It’s still so loving. That underlying tenderness he has towards you that never wavers makes everything he does, every sensation feel even stronger, and you can’t get enough of it. He’s fucking you completely dumb, you don’t think you could form a coherent sentence if you tried right now.

But what really makes your stomach twist, what really makes your face get hot and makes arousal gush between your legs, dripping down through your sensitive folds, is that he can fuck you like an absolute whore and still be so sweet to you. Not just afterwards when he’s gotten what he wanted, but at the same time. You’ve never met anyone who can do both.

By the time you've both cum more times than you can count and he's reduced your cunt to a dripping, quivering, twitching mess, it's so late that you’ve passed the gray area between late night and early morning. You look out the window at the sky beginning to lighten in the anticipation of sunrise. Yeah, it's officially early. Leo stands up and stretches, and you can't help but admire his slender waist and stomach as he does. You wish you could get that on camera, watch his pretty muscles glint in the early morning sunrise beginning to illuminate the sky in slow motion.

You watch him, lying on your stomach, chest pressed against his soft, warm sheets that smell like him. You managed to tug your pajamas back on, a little pair of velvety shorts and matching top in a deep dark red. They’re soft against his bed. He turns away, and when you see his back, muscular and slender - just like the rest of him. There’s something so hypnotic about boys, their chests and waists and shoulders, the slope of their back where their spine meets their hips. Leo is no exception to this, if anything he perfectly exemplifies everything you love about boys. Your heart is pounding at his every move, and you feel like you could watch him forever.

He takes his time grabbing a black pair of boxers to shimmy into, and you watch him close, admiring him the whole time. Something is nagging at you, making you feel antsy, but you’re too distracted by Leo to pay it any mind. You wait, wondering how soon he’ll take you in his arms and kiss you and cuddle you. It’s not until now, when you have to wait for his touch, that you realize how much you need it. Human contact, sure, but mostly his touch. You want him to hold you in his warm radiator-like embrace. You want his lips on your nose and cheeks, peppering your skin with little kisses.

It’s not until moments like this that you realize how little touch you actually receive, much less how much you’re actually starting to want it. You never wanted it before now. You never cared about this stuff until him, until you felt the way he touched you, felt the way he looked at you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, a small part of you can’t deny that you’ve been craving that ever since the first time, craving it so deeply you’d go to lengths you don’t normally go to. Like instigating some of it.

Your stomach flips at the thought. It’s a risk, a huge risk that you would normally laugh at even considering. But now, when it’s for Leo… Maybe now might be a good time to try and instigate things with him, break the cycle you’re in. Just a little. Maybe you should show him that you kind of like being around him too. That he’s not the only one here that’s… in love. Butterflies swarm through your system and your eyes fall to his sheets. You could. You could try. You trace the thread that forms the seam at the edge, trying to collect yourself. It would be easy.

You just have to channel that same comfortable, easygoing energy he has with you, the kind that makes him so easy to get along with and love. It’s that light playfulness that makes anyone want to throw their arms around him, shout from the rooftops how he makes you feel. You remember a scene from an old soapy tv show Hazel was watching the other day, what one of the characters said when the love interests finally got together. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I want to be with you now and always! That’s what the feeling is like, you think. You take a shaky breath.

But maybe he can’t fix people. Maybe he can’t help someone become a better person by loving them and being patient with them. Maybe was wrong about Calypso, and he’s wrong about you, and he’s just been making a fool of himself this whole time. Maybe he was wrong and Calypso was right; you’re manipulating him and everyone secretly hates him and he’s annoying and unloveable. He can admit that he’s all of those things, but for fuck’s sake, he should still have his dignity.

“Going so soon…?” It sounds just like something he’d say - in fact, it is something he said to you when you tried to sneak off one night. But coming from you it sounds more unsure than playful. He glances over at your voice.

One look at you, and he’s close to folding. He wants so badly to throw himself in your arms. He wants to pull you close to him and give you all the love that you’re so clearly craving. He aches for it. You look so sweet like this, and for fuck’s sake, you’re trying. Your effort doesn’t go unnoticed, it never does by him. But something holds him back. After the unmitigated disastrous mess he just went through with Calypso, the one thing repeating in his mind like a skipping record is that he doesn’t want to be stuck in endless cycles. He was in a horrible cycle with Calypso. Every time they’d go through the same thing, he would keep expecting it to change, to be different this time, but it never was. He kept giving her chance after chance, hoping it would fix something, that he could just be a better boyfriend and it would fix everything.

Can he really be so pathetic that he’ll let himself get used by whatever scary, intimidating, incredibly hot girl looks his way just because he believes you’re softer inside than you let on? He sighs sharply. He doesn’t know who he’s kidding, acting like he’s going to suddenly start sticking up for himself like this. He knows it’s just a matter of time before he comes back to you, he’s sure everyone does. He’s not slick, he’s not subtle. When you said at the beginning of all this that you’re just using him for his body and he told you he’s okay with that, he meant it. He’ll take what he can get when it comes to you. As pathetic as it sounds, he knows you both know it’s true.

“What,” you start with a half joking tone to mask the nerves in your voice, “you’re not gonna stay and cuddle?” You wait for his response, and wonder if it’s obvious how much you crave his touch, the warmth that’s so unique to him.

He really has to muster up every ounce of willpower he has not to kiss you and cuddle you, not to fuck you absolutely stupid again just to see you smile for him, see you at ease in his arms. It’s so much harder than he thought it would be not to press kisses across your cheeks and get you to giggle so sweetly for him like he always does. He deserves to at least pretend to have some dignity. The typhoon of horrible feelings and self doubt wins, and he turns back around, beginning to get dressed instead. The tables are turned, and now you’re the one craving his touch, hoping he’ll come back to bed while you watch him get ready. He lets your question hang unanswered in the air for a few moments.

“I have a project I gotta work on…” he says breezily, not meeting your eye. He refuses to believe what Calypso was so sure of, he’s not whipped for you. She made her points very clear, including the fact that you can’t possibly care about him at all, even as a hookup.

He’s still unable to escape every harsh, vile word exchanged between him and Calypso - granted most of them were from the latter. She was insistent that you would be fucking someone else if there was anyone more convenient for you. He doesn’t know how much of what she said is true, but he knows he doesn’t want it to be. He wants you to care about him, of course he wants you to care about him. He wants you to want him, the way he wants you.

Obviously he wants you to think of him, to crave his touch, to love the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and the sun illuminates his soft curls, just like how he loves the dimples in your back and the way your expression always softens when you think no one is looking. All he wants is for you to be soothed by him, comforted and reassured by his presence, just like how he’s enamored and entranced by yours. You’re… enchanting. You’re so goddamn enchanting with every little thing you do, and for fuck’s sake, all he wants is at least a little reciprocation.

He wants reciprocity, you want to keep things casual. Or at least, he thinks so. He doesn’t know. He has no idea what you want and he has no idea how to figure it out. He’s tried all the mental gymnastics he has to do with Calypso until he’s completely exhausted himself, and it’s lead nowhere, which means the only thing he can do is assess you, what you’re saying and doing. He pays such close attention to you, nothing gets past him. He notices all of it, your body language, your words, the way you participate even when you pretend it’s reluctant and care about what his friends think.

It would be so easy for you to ruin everything, for you to talk shit and decimate every attempt to make things nice. He knows, because that’s what Calypso does. But you don’t. You watch mushy romcoms and screwball comedies, you dry dishes and make coffee for Annabeth when you make some for yourself. You tell Hazel when the tag of her shirt is sticking up and help Percy put away groceries. You act like you want to be part of everything.That nagging little voice in the back of his mind gets louder, insisting if you really wanted to be a part of everything that you would be. So you must want to keep things casual, and he must be the one trying to make something out of nothing.

He would be fine to keep it casual, he really would. But gods, you make it so hard not to fall in love with you. Especially when you act all sweet and coy, when you lay in his bed and look at him bashfully, like you want him, when you act so… girlfriend. Any other day he would have taken that as a sign that he was right about you, that you actually like him and want to be with him. But not this time, not after the… conversation he endured with Calypso last night. Now he looks at you, your actions and motivations from other angles that aren’t there, trying to figure out how you could be doing this to mess with him or manipulate him, what you could be getting out of this. Or worse, that you know how badly he wants you, and you’re just messing with him, yanking his chain. The worst fucking part is that he’d let you.

All of this culminates into a dry laugh.

“I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.”

The last thing he wants is to smother you, or force a relationship on you. It’s just like he told Hazel at the grocery store, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something you’re not ready for. More importantly, he doesn’t want you to be with him if you don’t want to be. Clearly she doesn’t want to be. The voice narrating that particular thought is Calypso’s not his, but the words sting nonetheless. Maybe you should just keep it as friends with benefits, but as you stated just a matter of hours ago, you’re not even really friends. A hookup, he supposes, a booty call. Sneaky link. Whatever words there are to describe the least commitment or emotional intimacy you can have in a… whatever this is.

You sit up on the bed, facing him. You don’t want it to be obvious, the way your stomach sinks at his words. He’s all you want, and you have no way to convey that to him.

A flare of excitement washes over you, but he’s too busy scouring your expression for any trace of insincerity to notice.

“So… what type am I?” You ask lightly, biting your lip. He pauses, knowing you’re asking if you’d be a good girlfriend. You try to keep your tone playful, enough to bring him back from whatever dark place he’s heading toward, just like he’s done for you more times than he knows. But you can’t read his inner monologue. You have no way of knowing it’s Calypso’s voice in his head, dragging him away from you, telling him this is proof that you’re just messing with him, yanking his chain for fun. It’s too much, and the last 24 hours full of bullshit finally have him at a breaking point. He wheels around and marches right over to you, crouching down to your eye level and holding you by the shoulders, making you really look at him.

“Why are you being like this?” He demands. Shock is evident on your face as he continues, finally beginning to get what’s long overdue off his chest. Even like this, even as frustrated and sick of having his feelings toyed with as he is, his touch is still familiar and comforting as a hand-me-down hoodie from a loved one. “Look, I like you a lot-”

“You know I like you a lot, I’ve made that crystal fucking clear, so I know you know.” He leans in closer to you, desperate to get through to you, “And I know that you act cold, and mean, and detached from everyone and everything, but I don’t believe you’re really like that!”

The sincerity of his voice and the tears brimming in his eyes cut through you like a hot knife. You’re suddenly glad he’s holding onto you so tightly.

“I know that deep down you’re sweet, and you have feelings that you’ve been trying to hide this whole time! I think you want the same thing everyone else wants - to be loved. I didn’t buy this bullshit act from the second I saw you!” He’s pleading you with everything he’s got for you to really hear him, to listen. “Am I wrong?” He implores, fat tears finally spilling down his cheeks.

He’s begging you to tell him he’s not. Tears prickle in the corners of your eyes. You just have to say one word. Just tell him he’s been right about you this whole time, confirm his hopes and confess to everything and throw yourself in his arms. One word, and he’s yours.

Your throat is so tight you can’t get it out.

His grip on your shoulders loosens, and he leans back, pulling away just enough for you to notice. When he speaks, his voice wavers.

“But you clearly aren’t interested in anything besides just hooking up.” He lets go. He swipes away his tear stained cheeks before his arms fall to his side. “So let’s call it what it is. It will make this a lot easier for both of us, cause in case you didn’t notice, I actually like you a lot. And it’s really hard not to cross a line when you act all cute and…” he gestures vaguely to you now, gripping his pillow and looking up at him with glistening eyes before dropping your gaze, unable to hold his.

He’s a strange, conflicting combination of detached and fired up over you. He wants you to tell him he’s wrong. For the love of gods, please tell him he’s wrong. Tell him you actually do like him, maybe you even more than like him. You just need to say it and put all the self doubt, and bullshit from Calypso to rest once and for all. His words repeat in your mind, ringing clear like a bell. He likes you. Oh god, he likes you. He actually likes you that much, and seeing him in this state because of you is killing you. You can do it, you can say it back.

You can feel yourself about to spill your guts, teetering on the precipice of confessing everything to him. You want to say it, you want to tell him that you like him, you might even love him. You have no idea what that even means, but you can’t think of any other words to explain how you feel about him. For a moment, you wonder if it would be so bad. How scary could it really be to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. You’re considering, you’re about to do it. The impulse is almost about to win, but your throat stays just as tightened up as it has been.

Every kind, honest word you were about to say to him dies in your mouth, leaving as a strangled sigh. Why can’t you say it? Your brow furrows as fear creeps in. You don’t want to lose him. You can’t lose him. Preemptive guilt starts seeping through you as your mind only finds one option, over and over, no matter how many times it speed runs searching for a way to fix this, and only finding one. Maybe it is selfish. Maybe Calypso is right, and you’re an evil, manipulative bitch that’s keeping Leo all for yourself, but you don’t care. You know one thing right now; you can’t lose him.

“Don’t try to cute your way out of this.” He says incredulously, removing your hand from his hair. You freeze, blanching at the unexpected reaction. He’s not bending. He’s not affected by you at all. This doesn’t make sense. You just turned up your sex appeal so high that he should be cumming in his pants right now. Before you can be any more confused than you are, Nico’s words suddenly resurface in your memory.

You never wanted to do this to him, you promised yourself you never would, but you don’t have a choice. You blink away your tears and ramp up your sex appeal as high as it can possibly go, feeling the dizzying rush of power as you do. You reach out with it, grabbing him in a chokehold of seduction, and crawl across the bed to kneel in front of him, chest to chest. You let out a soft giggle that will make his knees literally buckle, and send all the blood straight from his brain to his dick, just like you want.

“Hey…” you say, soft as summer sunshine, and run your hands over his chest. You twirl his soft curls between your fingers, knowing he’ll be putty in your hands by the time you finish your sentence. “Let’s just get along-”

The only person a child of Eros’s sex appeal doesn’t work on is their soulmate.

Your heart starts pounding even harder, blood rushing through your head as you panic. Your mind is racing, unable to keep up with the implications of what just happened. You don’t have time to even try and process this before your flight response wins. You’re tugging on a jacket and shoes, flying out the door before you even realize you got up. You run. You don’t know where to, all you know is that the longer this sinks in, the more you freak out over it. And that spot on your back hurts worse than it ever has.

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