#BUT NOT UNREQUITED LOVE HELL YEA

[shadebloopnik]

Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.

Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.

Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.

He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-

So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.

It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.

He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.

Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.

But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.

So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.

Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."

Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.

What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????

"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.

But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.

"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."

Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.

Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.

"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"

Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.

Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??

(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)

Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.

"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."

He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.

So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.

Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.

But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.

Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.

Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.

They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.

As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.

[ebbaskz]

heaven and back | l.mh + h.js | (a,f)

masterlist

pairing: lee minho x han jisung x reader (y/n)

content: angst, fluff, unrequited feelings, college-aged, mainly just a silly y/n who is going through it rn.

word count: 2.6 k

Thursdays.

If there was one thing you could say about Thursdays, it is that they are the pure feeling of going to hell and back.

Actually, scratch that. You haven't even been able to come back from this hell of a day.

Nothing had helped. Even when buying coffee in the hopes of lifting your spirits, it had been extremely too bitter and ruined the entire drink. The attempt to get a nice walk outside during your lunch break had only left you caught in a rainstorm with no protection from the harsh elements. The walk back to your next classes should have been considered a walk of shame from the stares of your fellow classmates and your pure embarrassment of not checking the weather.

The one bright side of today is that you can now finally go home.

No more dreadful professors giving useless monologues or ignorant students on campus bumping into you when trying to leave class.

Just a nice, calm, soothing night left to enjoy by yourself--

***buzz buzz buzz***

On second thought, you might actually lose your mind before the night is over.

You take out your phone from your back pant pocket as you make your way up the stairs of your dorm building, hoping that whoever texted is either dying or needing immediate assistance (both of which you doubt are true as it could very well just be Felix blowing up your phone for the 6th time this week, asking if you would finally let him teach you how to play League of Legends).

~

ji ji ji ji baby baby : tell me you aren't busy tonight. minho and i ordered too much food to the dorm for the two of us to eat by ourselves... please come over? 🙃

~

Oh, nevermind.

I guess this text isn't as horrible as you thought it would be.

I mean yes, you could very easily just get into bed and sleep off the last torturous 9 hours of your life as you have dreamed of doing all day.

or....

You could definitely take up Jisung's offer of eating some free food while also being able to hang out with the two men who you are absolutely infatuated with.

Yes, it's a bit of strong of a term to use when referring to two men (yuck) but it's just the truth. From the day of college orientation three years ago, when your childhood friend, Hyunjin, introduced a few of his closest friends to you (Minho and Jisung included), you have been a strong group of 9 since.

All of the boys are nice, but Minho and Jisung just happen to be the ones who have kept your attention since the first day of meeting them. From their adorable dynamic to their love for their friends, there is no reason to prevent anyone from falling in love with both of them...

other than the fact that they are already dating eachother.

Logically, it's impractical. You are the third-wheeling, pining over two men who already exclusively pine over eachother. If anything it's so damaging for you to be so close to them while having these feelings, but can anyone really say no to Jisung when he asks so sweetly.

~

y/n : for sure, ji! i can be there in 15 minutes, if thats okay?

~

You scratch your forehead a little while waiting for a response, wondering what you should change into before heading over there. Obviously something comfortable, but also maybe something a little nice so that they could be impressed or-- no.

They are dating. Stop. You are just friends. No romantic opportunities, unless you feel like home-wrecking your two bestfriends (probably not the best option).

~

ji ji ji ji baby baby : yea that works for me and min! just lmk when you are here and i'll come get you from the front of the building.

~

And cue the stomach butterflies.

You know how to get to their dorm from the front of the building, but every time Jisung insists on coming to get you from the front door. It's such a little gesture, but it never fails to get your heart beating and you checks burning.

It takes you a few minutes before you are finally back out of your dorm, taking your time to pick an outfit, fix your hair, and retouch your makeup after the rainstorm that you struggled through earlier.

The walk to their dorm is pretty quick, only 7 minutes on a day with some good pep in your step (aka a day like today where you are practically running to their front door).

~

y/n : I'm here 😗

ji ji ji ji baby baby : omw, y/n! we need to eat before the food cools down too much. minho is getting hangry and I cannot handle him when he is hangry.

~

Jisung is downstairs in less than a minute, making it seem like he's the one who was practically running to see you. Or maybe that's just your mind trying to give in to your delusions...

"Y/N!" Jisung screams a little while picking you up into a hug, "I need us to get back upstairs quickly before Minho decides that he is tired of waiting for us."

You giggle a little at that statement, knowing that Minho would never start to eat without Jisung. He would not be able to handle the pout that would show on Jisung's face if he found out.

Thats when your heart pangs for the first time tonight, already feeling hopelessly doomed to be the third wheel before even seeing Minho.

This was going to be a long night.

~~~~~~~

Dinner is going by smoothly. The lo mein and miso soup that had been ordered by Jisung and Minho was a little odd considering you are the only one of the trio who eats lo mein, but you pushed that thought aside. The food was delicious nonetheless.

The pangs kept happening though.

When Jisung would stare at Minho with such adoration that you felt like a spectator on the sidelines of a romance show, rooting for the main characters to be together while simultaneously wishing that you were them. When Minho would get up from his seat to get something from the kitchen, having to pass by Jisung and giving him a loving pat on the head every time, causing Jisung to smile and spread a blush across his puffy cheeks.

It was getting to the point of pain where you had just needed to step out of dinner into the bathroom just to take a breather, convincing yourself that you can get over this and be able to just be best friends, nothing more.

breathe in, breathe out, in, out, in, ou-

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

It was Minho.

You hadn't really felt like you had been in the bathroom for too long to be concerning but a glance at your phone screen surprises you when you see that you had been standing there for over 15 minutes just trying to ground yourself.

A look up in the mirror is also a sudden surprise, seeing tears running down your face, leaving your makeup disheveled and streaking down your cheeks. When had you started crying? Probably sometime in between thinking about your horrid day to thinking about your pitiful love for two men who don't feel the same.

"Yeah-" sniffles "I'm all good Minho. Just-" sigh "Just give me a second and I'll be out..."

Just stop, y/n. You are not making this day better.

And then the door open a smidge. I guess you forgot to lock it.

Even though the door is barely open, it's still enough for Minho and Jisung to see your reflection in the adjacent mirror with the mascara tears running down your face.

The door is no longer open a smidge, being forcefully shoved open by Jisung as he pushes past Minho to get to you, engulfing you in a hug that only fuels the tears.

"Y/n... What's wrong? Please talk to us. Well, cry it all out first then talk to us". Jisung says while speaking into the side of your head, making you chuckle through the tears at his attempt to humor you in your times of turmoil. You wish you had a Jisung like this all of the time.

"You do have me, Y/n? What do you mean? I'm right here, so is Min."

Yikes. Nothing is going your way tonight. First, they see you sobbing. Next, you say your thoughts outloud.

This instantly humbles you and brings you back to where you are, immediately attempting to apologize for whatever you just muttered out of your mouth, "Ji- I mean- I know I have you, but like- I just- I wish I also had someone like you, you know. Like you and Minho". This was clearly such poor phrasing as you watch Jisung pull away to fully face you and give a little look of shock with confusion written across his features.

"What do you mean- Like me and Jisung? You want a boyfriend, y/n? Is that what this is about?" Minho announces this from behind Jisung, making you unable to see the slight look of hurt that flashes on his face.

You look up from where you had been looking at your feet, trading your eyes between looking at both Minho and Jisung. Your brain is being wrestled right now while trying to find the words to explain how you don't want just any boyfriend but the two boyfriends who were standing in front of you.

"Not that, exactly..." You finally manage to mutter out after bullying your mind to produce any answer to stop the two from looking at you with such concern and hurt for you. "I just can't explain my problems to you two..." You look away from the two boys, not being able to watch them as you try not to break down further.

"Y/n if this is something serious, you can talk to us..." MInho pipes up, Jisung grabbing your hand for reassurance, causing you to turn your head back toward them.

Your logical side seems to be taking over for the first time, in a long time, telling you to do what you know needs to be done for your own sake.

"I think I should take a break from seeing you guys..." You finally said it. The words you knew needed to come out eventually to allow yourself time to heal and get over this silly infatuation.

But, the look that you then saw on their faces might have just killed you right then and there. You don't think you have ever seen them both be so in sync with their expressions, synchronizing their faces of hurt and sadness in a way you didn't know you could hurt so much from.

"You.. What? Why?" Jisung asks, his voice cracking a little and letting go of your hand to step back towards Minho, allowing Minho to leave a comforting hand on Jisung's shoulder.

If you wanted to run away ever in your life or sink into a black hole, it would be now. The embarrassment of this whole situation and your reasoning behind why you need to do this just simply cannot be explained to them without ruining everything.

"Did we do something?" Minho asks with no faults in his voice, but a single look you take towards him shows that he really is trying to maintain his composure.

If there's anytime to say anything. It'd be now. Your relationship is already changed. There's no going back.

"It's not you guys. It's me," You say while looking at both of them, powering through what you are about to say even with seeing their heartbroken faces, "I just cannot do this anymore. Being around you two all of the time is so painful because you guys are just so happy and in love, and I would do anything to be like you. Not with other people..." Here it goes. "but with both of you. I cannot handle being around you guys while I am helplessly in love with you both. Just give me some time, and I know I can get over this..."

Well. There it is.

You finally said what has been torturing you for years, laying it all out on a platter for Minho and Jisung to observe and pick apart.

But thats not the reaction you get from them when you check back in to register their facial expressions. It's bizarre. Minho looks almost relieved while Jisung looks.... happy? Where you missing something? Was this what they wanted to happen?

Before your thoughts can go any further, you are tossed into a hug between both Jisung and Minho, rocking you back and forth and holding you so tightly.

"Are you serious, Y/n? You actually had me so horrified I thought we were going to lose you" Jisung mutters into your shoulder.

You are still so incredibly confused as you manage to let out a quiet, "...What?..."

You are finally released from the grasp of the two hugging you to be faced toward Jisung, "Me too. I mean- like I am in love with you, too. So is Minho."

This information actually shatters any ability to function that you had left, only being able to repeat the word "Huh?!" while looking at Minho to confirm what Jisung said, to which Minho nods.

"We always have, Y/n. We just didn't really know what to do about this because you never told us anything or made it seem like this was mutual. I thought we would always be stuck as bestfriends." MInho says this so gently to you while reaching up one of his hands to cup the side of your face and caress your cheek so lightly with his thumb. I think this is the first time you have ever recognized Minho looking at you this way. It's the same way you notice him and Jisung look at each other everyday.

"You guys love me?..." You manage to get out while bringing up a hand to hold Minho's hand that is resting on your cheek. This is a surreal moment for you. What you have been fearing as the break in your relationship as a trio may actually be what causes your relationship to grow further, into....???

A nod comes from MInho, "Can I kiss you?" he asks ever so sweetly.

A simple nod is given in return, a silent conversation that you and him exchange in before he initiates the kiss.

It feels like a dream. Finally being able to feel his lips on your own after years of pining. By holding onto the back of his head, you keep him close to make sure that this is real, and he isn't leaving.

That then makes you think about Jisung, who's simply standing to the side, mouth agape and blushing across his entire face at the two people he loves kissing eachother. To Jisung, this is like a dream come true, but he does want some attention from you (casual Jisung behavior).

He tightly grabs ahold of your side, turning you away from Minho and guiding you towards his own lips. The moment you and him meet is as electric as it was with Minho.

The pangs in your heart are no longer from the pain of unrequited love, but now a pleasurable pain of an overwhelming love from those two boys who have captured your heart.

Maybe this day has finally had its come back from being a burning hell, reaching the sweet and blissful heavens that we all dream of.

a/n : ahh my first fic on here. I hope to only improve from here and I apologize for rushing the ending haha. lmk if anyone has any requests or ideas, i'm open to writing anything - eb

[boo8008]

Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader Chapter 02: Mince

Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince

Series Summery: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.

Warnings: angst | fluff | ghosting mention | mentions of suicide | language | mental health | pining | unrequited love????? | substances (alc & weed) | yelling | grief | descriptions of panic attacks | eventual smut | mention of covid | self doubt | no proofreading just sleep deprivation & back pain running this show | awkwardness & cringe of a new friendship/relationship/situationship

Chapter Summery: After the minor introduction of you and Carmy, your about to prepare the first dinner post Covid and before Stevie and Michelle leave, one Carmen is also coming to. Only cooking dinner is not going as smoothly as you'd hoped.

Mince (v.) - to finely divide food into uniform pieces smaller than diced or chopped foods, prepared using a chef's knife or food processor

Word Count: ~3,865

My Notes bb: Hey….. How yall doin? Sorry this took so long to get out, work and life suddenly got busy and I didn't have time to write. I hurt my back though so it kinda forced me to write and crank this out. Hopefully its not as bad I as I still feel like it is but yea. Again sorry this took so long to get out. Hope you enjoy! (ps my therapist thinks this is a decent outlet though lol thanks Sandra)

2021 (December)

Carmen hardly ever came to dinner after those first few weeks, and Michelle said something about him working at Eleven Madison Park. While you were happy he head ended up at the high end restaurant, you knew he was working under one hell of an asshole. He seemed to be doing fine enough though. Granted, you would only catch small glimpses of him on nights when you stayed later than intended and he walked only into his room to sleep, with just a small mumbled ‘hi’ thrown your way. Eventually he managed to move out on his own and only came to dinner about once every two months when Michelle would insist on it.

Once covid hit though, you'd basically lost contact with him. Michelle even rarely managed to drag him into group facetime calls with you. They were mainly her or Stevie recounting their last two weeks of quarantine in a dramatic fashion and you and Carmen would be  listening half heartedly. If Carmen was there, he seemed to just sit out on a fire escape in his building and smoke, thinking about other things. Everytime you picked up though, missing being around the two people you actually liked. You would use it as a little reprieve from writing yet another ‘easy recipes for quarantine’ article, or to have company while you organized and re-organised random spots throughout your apartment. 

Mostly though you would use it to get away from the depressive thoughts of ‘what am I doing with my life?’ or ‘if something happened to me, only Michelle and Stevie would really know.’ you didn't realize how much you missed being around people until you couldn't anymore, just stuck with yourself and your cat in your apartment. You missed the mindless chatter from coworkers at your office and in person interviews with cranky chefs because they gave you more to think about than yourself. All you began to think about was how bad the piece you were working on was, even if your editor said it was great. You felt tired and tired of being tired. All you wanted was to have a nice dinner with Stevie and Michelle, and fuck even hearing from Carmen would be amazing even if it was another awkward conversation with someone you just barely knew.

In short covid sucked ass and made your already anxious brain even worse. Not to mentioned your sense of time became fucked and all of your normally scheduled daily things also hard to keep track of. While quarantine had somewhat ended, you all found yourselves too busy trying to get back into the groove of ‘normalcy’ and offices to have dinner again, canceling for meetings or being too tired. Leading to today, when after months of planning and rescheduling you had completely forgotten that dinner was not only being held at you place, but you were also cooking because Michelle and Stevie had nothing in their kitchen because they were leaving two weeks early to isolate before Christmas in Chicago, and to top it all off, Carmen was (for once) coming to dinner. You remembered only when Stevie sent you a text asking what time worked best to come over, and not wanting to cancel for the tenth time, you told them 7:00. So you left work early to run for the subway, then run to the grocers to get real food, and then ran home to start cooking. 

Only cooking was not going as planned. 

It was 6:30 and dinner was nowhere near done. It was like you had forgotten everything you knew about actually cooking, and you’re a food journalist for Christ's sake! This should have been something you could do fairly easy! You write about things like this all the time! Yet here you are, chicken suddenly burning in the oven from when you stepped away to check your recipe to make sure everything was going okay and you that were good to start the pasta. You quickly removed the now pucks from the oven and turned it off. You resolved to just sitting on the floor across from your oven and crying, thinking about where it all went wrong-not the dinner but everything. Quiet sobs racked your body as you sad down on your kitchen floor, forgetting about your phone and the fact your last text said “doors unlocked when you get here”.

Carmen didn’t want to go to dinner but knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Michelle if he didn’t show up. And to be frank he wanted her to stop calling him a hermit too. So he grabbed his jacket after lunch service and headed home to shower and change, doing his best to not think of his shitty boss saying he was worthless for taking one evening off. He hadn't done that even during covid, constantly asking what the plan was or if the kitchen was open. He decided to head out early to your place sending a quick text and leaving. As he approached your door he could definitely smell burning, very unlike the pre-covid dinners you made. While not Michelin level, what you made were perfect home cooked and leftover meals to him. A nice change from his go to PB&Js with Doritos and a Coke. He checked his phone again making sure the apartment number was right and reread your last text again. He still knocked on the door before he opened it, out of habit. 

“Yo its me,” Carmen called out, peeling off his jacket as he looked around the entryway of your small apartment. You jumped at the knock and stood up as the door opened, and as Carmen called out, you turned to face the sink in your kitchen.

“In here!” your voice was wobbly but you preyed he wouldn't notice. Carmen followed the sound and walked into the kitchen, seeing the blackened chicken on the stove and the mess of the rest of the kitchen. 

“Jesus, the fuck did you try to cook?” he said it without thinking, and immediately you broke again. Crumbling in on yourself and to tired to try and hide it. Tears raining down your face and carmen short circuited, watching as you again sunk to the floor in a puddle. 

“Shit fuck I-I’m sorry. Fuck! Wh-what can I do? What do you want me to do? Fuck sorry I-I’m bad at this.” he panics as he looks down at you crying. “Wh-want me to go? I-I can go- I should go. Shit, Sorry again.” 

“S-s-stay?” 

“What?” Carmen's pretty sure he heard wrong, after all he just caused you to meltdown from his social awkwardness. 

“S-stay?” you say more clearly. You don't know why you ask it, let alone how it crawls out of your crying, shaking self. Its been so long sense you've been near someone else even a little close to you so maybe that's it. He stops for a minute looking down at you as you look up at him still crying. “Please?”

“... O-okay.” 

He isn't sure why he stays, or why he sits down next to you while you cry, but he does. The apartment is quiet outside of you sniffles and the occasional sob but carmen stays put. Neither of you realize how much you've started leaning towards each other until your head  is lightly lying on his shoulder. You’ve mostly stopped crying now but your face is still wet and your eyes are puffy. 

He isn't sure what to say, with his mom asking if you were okay was off limits. It made everything worse. It lead to screaming and yelling and throwing things. He thinks about what someone normal, someone like Stevie, or Pete, or Natalie, what they would ask someone they hardly know if they saw them having a panic attack and decides to just do it, praying you’d be somewhat normal compared to his mother.

“You-you okay?” you'd almost forgot he was there, even if you were leaning on him, and sat up straighter, wiping your face.

“Yea, I’m-I’m sorry dinners ruined and for getting like that,” you say. Tears of embarrassment springing up at knowing that this (basically) stranger saw you cry. 

“No no your fine-your cool,” he can feel panic rising again at making you cry again. “No no no offense but I-I was kinda in the mood for pizza anyways.” He's only partly lying, he wanted a home cooked meal but the pizza place he passed on his way here smelled greasy and amazing on his empty stomach. 

“Are you sure? I still have the kitchen to clean and I just don't want you all to think that I don't care o-or anything that i-its our last dinner before you guys go back to Chicago for Christmas and I just-” 

“Yea, your fine , its fine if we have pizza, I’ll text Michelle to grab it on their way over, they wont mind.”

“Okay…” you mumble, caving in on the choice of pizza and leaning your head back on the cabinet behind you. Carmens already pulling his phone out of his pocket when he spots the new texts from Stevie and Michelle on his lock screen. 

Stevie: ‘Sorry gang, we dont think we can make it tonight, we still have a lot to pack 😕’

Michelle: ‘Yea I’m sorry i know its so close to dinner but maybe you two can get along without us????’ 

Michelle: ‘Sorry again lovelies xoxo 😘’

Michelle: ‘Dont be a dick carm 💛😘’

“Well fuck,” Carmen mumbled. He was now on his own to make conversation. “Looks like its just us for dinner. ‘Said they still have packing to do.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to say. Of course the universe would have the only two people you could actually converse with busy on the one night you were meant to see them. 

“Yea…” Carmen wasn't sure how to proceed. Does he leave cause the only bridge between you both isn't showing? Does he stay because he already committed to dinner? God he feels so awkward.

“Well we could still get pizza?” you ask. “I mean you came all this way so it kinda feels like a waste.”

“You sure?”

“Yea, I mean I still gotta clean the kitchen but theres a place around the corner thats amazing after crying,” you say with a bit of a laugh to help bring up the awkward mood.

“Let me help you and we can go?” he suggests, already rising to his feet and offering you a hand.

“Are you sure? I mean the chicken I think is welded on there at this point,” you say. As your taking his hand and he pulls you to stand from your floor, you see his forearms flex and your mind short circuits as you look probably a second longer than you need to at the muscles and veins there. Luckily he doesn't notice because he's already turning and grabbing the now cool baking sheet with the chicken on it. 

“Yea it’ll go faster, I think I can get this off too,”  Carmen quickly took charge of washing the bowls, cutting boards, and other kitchen utensils you had pulled out in your frenzy to cook dinner on time. 

In nearly no time at all the kitchen was clean and the two of you had left for the pizza parlor a block away. While yes the cleaning was a little awkward, the noise of the city on the walk made making any conversation difficult, meaning neither of you had to talk or struggle to make conversation. 

“Pepperoni good?” Carmen asked as the two of you stood awkwardly next to each other, both of your jackets zipped all the way up thanks to the near unbearable cold outside.

“Y-yea, they make bomb garlic knots too if you want some,” you responded, skimming over the menu even though you already knew what the plan was. 

“C-cool, um,” Carmen looked around the small shop, there was just the counter and a cooler for drinks, no seating. The place reminded him of the beef, dingy, and not that healthy, but god damn was this about to be the best food he could ever get. “Did you want to go back to your place? Cause… cause there's no tables and stuff…” Carmen cringed at the awkward way the words came out. 

“Yea if that's good with you?” you said taking a step forward, the two of you would look at each other before looking away, as if the tiled flooring was so interesting. You decided to take a page out of Stevie’s book, he was better with people than you were so you prayed the attempted joke would land. “I mean we could eat out in the cold if your more comfortable?” A smile pressed its way onto Carmen’s face and you considered that a victory. 

“Yea no, I love eating outside when its about to snow,” he snickered. “Reminds me of home.” You both shifted closer as the people in front of you pushed pass you both to leave with their pizzas. As you both stepped up to the counter Carmen was faster than you in not only placing the order, a large peperoni with a side of garlic knots, but also whipping out his wallet and paying, you on the other hand had barely stumbled out a hello and barely started shifting your bag to get out your own wallet by the time he was done.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled as you both stepped off to the side to wait.

“Yea well, its cool I got the money,” Carmen added. You only partly doubted it, he worked at the highest rated restaurant in the world but also lived in New York so it kinda balanced out. You both distracted yourselves for a few minuets looking at your phones, you taking to a word search game and Carmen playing the fun game of ‘who is this and why do I have their number?’ with his contacts. It felt a little more relaxing compared to earlier, more like the same air you both got when Stevie and Michelle would leave the room at your normal dinners, not pressured to talk but liking the fact another person was next to you.

“Order 447!” you and carmen both jumped as the number was yelled through the small shop. Carmen stepped forward and took the box and bag from the worker, turning to you, where you grabbed the bag and began to head out before he got up the words to protest that he's got it. 

Luckily the only awkward part of the walk back to your apartment was the elevator ride up. As you both stepped into your apartment you were both greeted by the loud yelling of your cat as she rounded the corner to yell at you for leaving for a whole 30 minuets.

“Yea yea your fine baby,” you told her as you took the pizza from Carmen. “You good with just sitting on the couch? I don't want to do anymore kitchen cleaning.”

“Heard,” Carmen carmen said as he took off his jacket. He was looking down at the feline weaving between his legs and bent down to let her sniff him so he could pet her, instead she smelt him and abruptly ran back deeper in the apartment and he smiled a little at the cat, following it with his eyes to you coming out of the kitchen with two cans of coke, paper plates, and paper towels. Something in him stirred at the mundane and domestic sight but he waved it off as more anxiety.

“Wait-shit-your not allergic to cats are you?” you asked panicked.

“N-no,” Carmen's voice broke a little as he said it and he cleared his throat. “No… My, um, my mom never let us have one when I was a kid, something about the furniture. I always wanted one though.” Why’d his voice break like that? Why’d he bring up his mom? Fuck now he's gonna have to explain everything.

“Cool-cool,” you were turning to head deeper into the apartment again and Carmen followed, getting a better look at the place now that he wasn't rushing to the kitchen. “That's Mince, cause when I got her she was tiny and I wasn't thinking ahead.” He took in the living room, a nice, small sectional couch with a blanket over the back was against one wall, and a tv with bookcases full of nick-nacks and heavy looking books with holiday lights around it. The center of the room had a buttery carpet and the coffee table with the pizza and garlic knots on it. 

“Make yourself at home,” you added. You’d never felt more aware of your actions than now, as Carmen looked at more of your space with posters and pictures around it and you were just trying to tell yourself to act normal. He took in the dining table with four perfectly mismatched chairs that was tucked into a corner on the other side of the wall from the kitchen. Mince catches his attention from the couch, batting at his hand from her spot on the arm rest. He again goes to pet her only for her to skip off and run to the opposite end where you are. Carmen finally takes a seat on the couch, the two of you as far as you could be. You both dig into the pizza and Carmen can’t help but think about how good it is. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. It definitely compensates for the shitty morning he had and the rollercoaster of emotions he felt around you.

“Right?” you said through a smile. You were turning on the tv and poking around for something to watch. 

“‘S so fucking good,” he said through another bite. “Chicago is still better though.” he mumbled.

“Fuck off,” you finally settled on Bobs Burgers that you left off on. You both ate in a mostly comfortable silence, focusing on the show and avoiding looking at each other. Once you felt you were full you settled back into the couch, and glanced at carmen sitting in your space, he had made himself more comfortable, and he looked nice there, leaned up against the arm of the couch with one arm draped over the back of the couch fiddling with a part of the blanket and his legs spread wide. You shifted your focus back to the television not wanting to make it more weird. 

“So… did you finish packing already?” you settled on conversation to distract you from the thought of crawling into his lap. “For Chicago I mean.”

“Oh um,” Carmen was a little startled by the sudden conversation, but fuck it you already cried in front of him today, it was his turn to share. “N-no I’m just staying here, rather not watch my mom drive the car through a wall and my brother fight my uncle again.”

“Jeez, I’m sorry,” Steve had told you some of what happened that Christmas, mainly summarized as a big blowout of a fight between Michelle’s cousin Mikey and her kinda-uncle Lee, and her aunt Donna driving her car through the living room. God why'd you bring this up? He probably didn't want to talk about it. “Did you have any plans then?” Please let this be a decent change of topic you think.

“Just work, go home, smoke and eat, sleep, just like the last two years,” he says with a sigh. “Wh-What about you?”

“No, I was just gonna stay in and watch some movies.” Carmen answers with an affirming ‘hm’, not wanting to overstep and ask more questions. Even with the both of you wanting to talk more, neither of you know how to go from here. You turn you attention back to the television as Carmen turns his head a little to quietly observe you. 

Curled up in the corner of the couch in a cozy, old, and ratty sweatshirt with some leggings and fuzzy holiday grippy socks, hair down, and face still a little puffy from the winter air and your tears, but still beautiful in the darkening light of your apartment, mundanely so. Not a supermodel ripped from the cover of vogue, or an unobtainable influencer with hair and makeup perfectly placed for pictures. You look like you belong there. You look real. Cozy and warm on your couch with the lights from the streets down below hitting you just so. Home he thinks, before quickly turning his attention back to the tv. Its not like he’d ever have a shot with you anyways, he’s always too busy, or too angry, or too much of an asshole in general. Where’d all of those thoughts even come from? He hardly ever felt at home with anyone, especially outside of the kitchen. 

As the show plays on the two of you get lost in it and enjoying the act of being alone together, occasionally steeling glances at each other. You find yourself kind of liking being with him, not necessarily talking or interacting but the feeling of another person in the same room as you feels nice. Carmen won't say it but he's enjoying himself too. The show and coziness of your apartment make him feel relaxed more than his barren dingy apartment ever could, and the abundance of stuff artfully placed helps give him something to look at and think on rather than get lost in his anxiety and self doubt. Why does she have a Halloween decoration out its December…right? He thinks. Your both trying to think on how to ask for what you want but you beat him too it. Probably because you grew up with Steve and his weird ball of encouragement always on your side.

“Did you want to hang out? On Christmas I mean,” you finally get the courage to ask. Phew, not that bad.

“I mean I-I don't want to intrude,” Carmen starts. “Plus I have work the next day.”

“You could sleepover? If-if you want,” you prepose. “We can still smoke, eat, and sleep if you want. All the traditions you enjoy, a-and I don’t think I’m far from the line you need?” 

You definitely aren't. In fact your apartment is somehow on a faster route to work than his own. The only reason you know is because of the Bake It Nice pop up bakery Eleven Madison Park does once a month that you always try to make time for. Carmen thinks on it for a second, and your sure he's looking for a way to let you down nicely.

“You sure your okay with me leaving at 5:00 in the morning?” he asks. 

“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, and something in Carmen stirs. “Plus I can pass the fuck out again when you leave anyways.” he smiles at that, still unsure what feeling he's having right now, but he likes it.

“Okay,” he says and you both return you attention back to the show smiling like children. Your legs a little more outstretched towards carmen and his body begging to sink further into your couch. Relaxing to the feeling of you.

[chloeisaslut]

because i fucking love you | steve harrington s4

a/n: hi, this is my first fic so i hope it’s ok and everyone likes it!! if anyone has any suggestions of what i could do better in the future please dm me :)

warnings: strong language, violence, blood, drowning, hinting to a panic attack, angst, and lots of love (lmk if i missed anything)

“y/n, no way are you going down there. it’s too dangerous” steve argues with you as you start to remove your sweatshirt.

“no, steve i’m fine. i was a lifeguard all of last summer at the pool, and the best one there.” you rebuttal quickly.

“well fine then i’m coming with.”

“no you aren’t, i can handle it.”

“it’s too dangerous you need someone with you.”

“oh fuck off steve i’m perfectly capable. so stay on the boat and keep an eye on robin.” you finish quickly, looking over at your friend who seems to be a bit sea-sick. “i’ll see you in a minute ok?” you reassure him quickly before jumping in.

you start to swim towards the bottom quickly, unaware of the commotion happening in the boat.

“but what if something does happen nancy? i can’t just stand around and do nothing. she could be hurt, she could drown, she could-“ steve rambles on.

“y/n really has you worried huh harrington?” eddie teases, “she seemed confident so calm down, your girlfriend will be fine.”

“girlfriend?? me and y/n are just friends, of course i’m gonna be worried”

steve and you met in the eight grade when you had moved to town. he hadn’t become the steve most people know yet. he was the only person to help you find your classes that day. he continued to walk you to class that whole year just in case “someday you forgot or something”.

you had become closer and closer as the years passed, his popularity never hindering your friendship. rumors of a relationship between you two were not rare, especially after you both applied to scoops ahoy together. you have been oblivious to these because steve shuts them down immediately before they can ever reach you.

the truth is that he has had feeling for you since that first day you met. his track record with girls is obviously very messy. the last thing he wants is to hurt you by messing something up. so he has kept his unrequited love for you quiet. he pours it into everything he does for you but you never seem to catch on. the same could be said for his unawareness to your feelings for him.

the worse steve’s nerves got the farther you swam down. the bright red glow to your left immediately enticed you. you swam towards the light and discovered the entrance to the upside down, now labeled “water gate”. you head to the surface at the same time steve starts to strip down.

“what the hell are you doing??” robin asks.

“finding y/n. it’s been over a minute.” steve grits out.

you break the surface and are met with the sight of a shirtless steve harrington staring back at you.

“holy shit y/n, what took you so long” steve huffs.

“uh, i don’t know maybe the fact i has to swim over 50 feet down to find that stupid gate” you reply.

“so it was actually there?” nancy presses on.

“yea it was. henderson’s a genius.” you smile back, but it quickly turns into confusion as you feel a tug on your ankle. you get dragged under the surface for one second before resurfacing. “steve!-“ you start as you are dragged underwater again.

you feel the air get forced out of your lungs and get replaced with water as you try to scream. you look down at the objects that look like tentacles grasping to your feet. you try to fight but that just makes the vines tighten.

holy shit i’m gonna die is the one of two thoughts in your mind. the other being steve harrington. being almost face to face with your death and you can’t help but replay memories you have of him in your head.

as you start to lose consciousness, you finally get air back in your lungs for a split second before it is knocked out of you as you smack against solid ground.

the vines drag you across what looks like a dried out lovers lake. you try to find anything to grasp onto with no avail. you are flipped from your stomach to your back as the vines slither up to your neck. you strangle against its tight hold as you hear a loud cacophony of screeches. you look to your right and are met with a swarm of demonic bats heading straight for you.

they fly closer and closer until they are hovering right above you. you begin to scream as two latch onto you. one on your right side and the other on your left shoulder. you sob out as they sink their teeth further in and begin to rip your flesh. you continue to fight the vine choking you and the bats until you hear a loud scream echo.

“Y/N!!” steve shouts out in fear. he looks around for any weapon to help him out. he spots a boat ore and immediately runs towards you. he finally reaches you and stabs at the vine tightening it’s grip on your throat.

the minute you were under the surface he started to curse into the air. he struggled to get his shoes off in a panic and as soon as they slipped off he was immediately swimming after you.

you are able to regain your breath as the vine loosens and eventually lets go. you take a split second to look up at steve as your heart begins to soar. he came to save you.

both steve and you focus on the bats. he rips the one latched to your side off of your body. the worst pain imaginable shoots through you as you sob out louder than before.

steve feels his heart break even farther at your shout. and he reaches for the second bat but you are already gripping onto it and yanking it away. your voice has already strained so much only a weak cry comes out. he immediately grabs the two bats in his hands and starts to throw them against the ground.

you retrieve the ore he dropped and beat the one closest to you until it dies. you look to steve just in time to see him bite the head of the bat off and then rip it in half using his foot. he turns his head your way as he spits the blood at the ground.

i really shouldn’t have found that hot… you think

as soon as you look away from him you see robin, nancy, and eddie have joined you guys. they all hold ores and at their feet lay multiple dead bats. you start to slump over in relief and then another flock of bats appears over the tree line.

“guys, let’s go i don’t like this at all!“ robin says anxiously.

as you start to walk away suddenly you are being picked up and carried away. you turn to look in shock at steve as he starts talking.

“yeah i’m not gonna let you walk after that.” he says with a concealed anger behind his words.

all he can think is how it should’ve been him. you never did anything to deserve this. he feels his heart break farther everytime he looks at the growing red stains on your shirt. well, it’s his shirt that you insisted on stealing earlier today.

after about twenty minutes you all find shelter under skull rock. steve sets you down and you go to take a step but suddenly are hit with a wave of fatigue. as you start to slump against the smooth rock you are caught by two very familiar arms.

“hey come on. you have to sit down.” steve whispers to you.

“no steve, i’m fine just let me go.” you try to get out of his hold.

“y/n please just listen to me. you’ve lost a lot of blood and i’m gonna wrap up your cuts, ok? i’ll make it all better” he reasons and you swear you can start to see his eyes welling up.

“steve please let me go” you fight back harder and suddenly you feel like you can’t get enough air into your lungs.

“stop moving y/n/n you’re making it worse.” he starts to raise his voice out of worry.

“just let go-“ you heave out

“you’re being difficult y/n just please let me help you ” his voic getting louder as the sentence goes on.

“LET GO” you snap and shove him as your head starts to spin and your chest constricts further.

you try to calm down by walking it off but you start to fall again. you catch yourself against the boulder and start to slide down and cover your face with your hands.

you feel like a failure. you could’ve fought harder. you could’ve prevented this. you could’ve gotten off scratch free but you were weak.

steve squats down to your level while still giving you space. he continues to press on.

“you have to let me wrap your wounds now. you can’t afford to lose anymore blood. why are you fighting me about this? i’m going to help.” he states sternly.

“why the hell do you even care steve? why did you even follow me here??” you shout in pure exasperation .

“because i fucking love you!” steve screams. “is that what you wanted to hear?? i’m trying to care for you and you won’t fucking let me. it’s killing me to see you like this y/n, just for the love of god let me help”

you remove your hands from your face to look in his eyes. he has tears falling freely at this point. he looks terrified by his own confession and goes to turn away but you catch his hand.

“i love you too steve, i always have.” you softly speak to him.

his eyes widen for a split second before he grabs your face in his hands and connects your foreheads.

“i love you too much to let you suffer like this. let me stop the bleeding and then please tell me why you’ve been pushing me away, ok?” he pleads looking in your eyes.

you nod swiftly and he quickly asks for nancy’s scarf. he then asks the three of your friends for some privacy before returning to you. he rips it in two and tourniquets your injuries. after doing so he sits down next to you. and laces your hands together.

“what’s wrong y/n? what can i do to help you?” he struggles to keep his voice from waivering.

“i just feel weak. i should’ve been able to defend you and myself but i failed. i’m not strong enough for this and i feel like i haven’t been any help. all of the years i have just a hindrance.” you cry out reflecting on these past four years of supernatural experiences.

“you are not weak y/n.” he says with assurance as he squeezes your hand, “you are the strongest, most beautiful woman i have ever met. you have never been and will never be a hinderance, do you understand? you have the most courageous and determined soul and i am so lucky to have you by my side.”

you both stare at eachother for a moment before you lean in. your lips connect and you try to pour your heart and soul into it. you grab the side of you face as you softly pull back.

“i don’t know where i would be without you steve” you speak honestly.

“you would be just fine because you are way stronger than i could ever dream to be” he replies, “but we still need to get you out of here and to a hospital because we can never be too careful. it could be an infection, excessive blood loss-“ he rambled on as you begin to laugh.

“god i fucking love you” you murmur as you pull him in for another quick kiss.

[vypridae]

Aye I just saw your post on unrequited love and first of all, love the headcanons! Hope its cool of I share some of my hcs too.

I always enjoyed the idea of Vox catching feelings first but just giving up on them immediately because its Val lmao nobody wants to be in love with Valentino of all people! And yea its kinda inspired by their little moment during the Poison song where Vox looks away first and then looks back at Valentino when he’s busy staring at Angel before zapping away. Thats what made my mind go brr because Vox just looked so fond of him before he left and Valentino wasn’t even looking at him so that look wasnt an act!

Your Valentino headcanon I 100%s share, I don’t think he could handle having a crush on ANYBODY because love < lust. Ig he is kinda who Asmodeus pretends to be (not sure if you’ve seen Helluva Boss yet) so yea while Vox will realize and accept his feelings and then shove them away, Val seems like the kinda guy who would be uncomfortable with love and take ages to realize that he IS in love with someone and then once he accepts it he’d just be angry about it and weirdly uncomfortable, have a hard time showing it too.

Either way, Vox will be the first of them to actually confess when Velvet locks them into the room lmao

AOUGUGH YES YES YES YES YES !!! YOU SAID EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS IN THE WAY I COULD NOT THINK OF HOW TO SAY THEM AN HOUR AGO

vox trying to refuse and deny his feelings for valentino at first because he knows falling for someone like val is a terrible idea and a waste of time because he KNOWS ("knows") that val would never fall for anyone let alone HIM (also i was soo tempted to mention that look during poison that vox gave val because that was SUCHH an in love stare)

ALSO HELLO I NEVER MAED THAT COMPARISON BEFORE OMG??? val is what asmodeus pretends to be holy shit thats actually genius big brain ... also val pushing his feelings back because he doesnt understand them and hates having them >> any time the topic of love gets brought up after val discovers his feelings he gets weirdly angry and no one can understand exactly why (except velvette) so vox ends up assuming val hates romance and gives up on his own chances meanwhile val is like QUE CARAJO FUCKING GODDAMN BULLSHIT FEELINGS WHAT THE FUCKING HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO GOD DAMMIT FUCK THIS

also yes. yes he would vox would 100% confess first

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

hate to see your heart break

steve harrington x reader

summary: tired of seeing eddie lead you on, steve has to decide if he wants to confess his feelings to you.

warnings: unrequited love, pinning, eddie being kinda shitty. drinking. cursing. a/n: 3.6k. eddie's "involvement" in chrissy's death is not canon in this story.

paramore: hate to see your heart break

The lights flickered, metal pipe in your hand as a someone touched your shoulder; fingers gripping your shoulder back to a safer distance. Your lungs filled with cold air, nerves so wrecked, your bottom lip was shivering as the monster showed its face. Fear gripped you frozen for a mere second before you heard someone calling your voice and courage blossomed from the pits of your stomach – you fought harder than you ever could or would ever again.

There was no other way to make it home then to fight and with Steve Harrington at your side; you never felt braver.

….

“I need eggs…”

“There’s some in the fridge.”

“Can I use this milk too?”

Steve glanced up from the magazine he was reading, elbow prompted up against the kitchen counter. He nodded and went back to his reading, annoyed that you were in his kitchen making a birthday cake for Eddie. It wasn’t like he disliked the young man – hell, he had been in the fight last year too. He was part of the group now, but that didn’t mean Steve had to enjoy whatever the two of you had going on. He glanced up from a JCPenney advertisement and stared at you; watching as you read the directions off the cake mix box. Your eyes were heavy with thought, and he wondered why you even bothered. Eddie had been so nonchalant about the feelings you had for him, and you had been fine with the way he was stringing you along. Robin had advised Steve to keep his mouth shut, especially after the comment he had made about you being Eddie’s little puppy. He now cringed at the memory of the hurt on your face and sighed, asking if you needed help.

“You can bake?”

“No,” he laughed, closing the magazine. He walked around the kitchen counter and stood beside you, plucking the box out of your hand. You stared up at him, amused as his eyebrows rose as he read the directions. “Eggs, milk, butter…okay, doesn’t seem too complicated. How do you…preheat an oven?”

“Hopeless.”

Steve laughed and dipped his forehead against your shoulder; you never minded his constant nearness, the two of you had been close since the summer of the mall incident. He was constantly flinging an arm around your shoulder, picking lint off your clothes, or resting his head on you every chance he got. Even after Eddie and you…well, you weren’t sure what Eddie and you were. The two of you hooked up off and on for last few months, and he was always saying how much he liked having you around, but there was never an official talk about your relationship status – and when Steve was around, Eddie never batted an eye at the way he was constantly all over you. Maybe he just saw it as the two of you being close friends….

“Should we call Robin over?”

“Yeah,” you smiled and pushed Steve off, who groaned but went straight to the landline. You listened as he dialed Robin’s number and asked for her, staring down at the cake mix as he explained your dire situation. It was Eddie’s 21st birthday and he was throwing a kickback at his trailer; he proclaimed you were his special guest and begged for you to bake him a cake. Like the sucker you were when it came to him, you said yes.

“…for Eddie, yea. Okay, thanks.” Steve hung up and returned to the kitchen, a soft smile on his handsome face. “I’m going to go get her, want to come for a ride?”

“Actually, I’m going to walk over to my house real fast.”

Steve noticed the drained look in your eyes but just smiled, grabbing his keys off the counter. He motioned for you to follow, and you did, and when he locked the front door behind him, he asked if you were okay. The afternoon sun was covered by clouds and Steve wanted nothing more than to tell you to screw the cake and Eddie’s party, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’m just tired…”

“…sure you’re up for a rager tonight?”

“Can’t miss his birthday, he begged me for a cake.”

Steve’s jaw clutched but he nodded, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before excusing himself. He promised to be back in ten and you agreed, crossing his lawn to the driveway of your family’s home. Steve turned on the ignition and watched as you walked into your house, cursing Eddie before backing out of the driveway.

….

“He’s such an asshole.”

“Agree, but technically they aren’t even together.”

“Don’t try to be the goddamn voice of reason, Robin. I don’t need that shit right now.”

Robin made a face but apologized. “She’s going to get tired of him dragging her around eventually, you just have to hold out.”

“What for? She obviously is into him; I don’t stand a chance and it – it really pisses me off that he treats her like that.” Steve gripped the steering wheel. “He has her baking him a birthday cake, but I guarantee you tonight at the party, he’s going to completely ignore her like he always does.”

“I know, I hate seeing her like that. I thought she was smarter – “

“-Robin,” he warned, and she sighed.

“You’re right, I guess sometimes we can’t help who we like. Maybe you can just swoop in and make her realize Eddie’s wrong for her? Girls like that – knight in shining armor crap.”

Defeated, Steve shrugged as he pulled in front of his house. He turned off the car and saw you waiting on his porch, Robin looked to him with an empathetic smile. “Come one,” he said quietly. “Let’s go help her bake that cake.”

….

The trailer was rimmed with people, mostly Eddie’s friends slash clients. Members of Corroded Coffin where they, as well as some of the younger kids evident by their bikes parked in front of the Mayfield’s lawn. You were happy to not see Lady Applejack’s bike outside the trailer; you would have sent her straight home.

“What was he thinking inviting the kids.”

Steve glanced over at you, platter in hand; the cake was a success. It was chocolate, as Eddie requested, pink sparkles added by Robin. You had written happy birthday on it with little white hearts all over the top, it made Steve’s stomach turn but he said nothing on the drive over to the Munson’s residence. He helped you up the stairs and threw the keys to Robin, who was late getting out of the car.

“Lock up, slowpoke,” he teased, hand on your back as he reached for the screen door. Steve looked to you and agreed on the kids. “I better not catch Henderson drinking…”

The thought made your stomach turn and when the two of you walked in, music blasted free into the air, and you quickly searched around for Eddie. Instead, you heard the familiar nicknames the kids had for Steve and you.

“Mom and Dad are here!”

Dustin waved from the couch, packed next to him was Lucas, Max and Mike. Your eyes went straight to the beer in Max’s hand and Steve groaned, telling you to take the cake to the kitchen and that he’d handle the young girl. Leaving Steve to deal with the underage drinking, you pushed past folks in band tees and ripped jeans, finding Eddie in the kitchen. He was leaned against the counter, beer in hand and in conversation with a guy you recognized from some of CC’s gigs. Eddie’s eyes went from his friend to you, and he grinned, placing the beer down to gawk at the cake in your hand.

“Oh, God, that looks delicious! Thank you, princess,” he cooed, taking the platter from your hand. He placed it on the counter and moved you towards his friend, hand on your back. He introduced you as a really cool chick and it made you wince. “She’s a total babe too.”

He kissed your cheek and your stomach dropped, eyes moving to the opening of the kitchen to where Steve stood; he nodded to Eddie and asked where the beer was. Eddie leaned into your side and whispered into your ear if you could fetch “Harrington a drink? Beers in the cooler in the living room, thanks babes.”

You stared at Eddie as he turned back to his friend, utterly confused by his passive nature towards you. Steve, witnessing the whole exchange, rolled his eyes and looked to Eddie. “I asked you, dipshit.”

The loud music drowned out Steve’s voice and you said it was fine, turning Steve around back toward the living room. He placed an arm around your shoulder and lead you back to where the others were; Robin had joined the younger kids on the couch.  You found the cooler containing the beer and grabbed two, giving Max a disappointing look as you popped open the can. She diverted her eyes and Dustin grinned, asking how his two parents where today.

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve snapped; shocked, you placed a hand on his arm. He relaxed and apologized to the kid, asking him to move over. The couch was completely stacked, so Steve patted the arm rest, and you sat down beside him. You drank the beer as everyone conversed, the kitchen in perfect view. Eddie was still talking to his friend, and you watched as he laughed, bounced around and finished off his drink. You felt a warm hand on your back and stared down; Steve’s gaze met yours and you shrugged, dipping your head back to down the rest of the alcohol. He kept his hand on your back, fingers rubbing up and down, just as soothing as the beer.  

People were drinking and dancing, most where in their own conversations shrewd around the living room; eventually, you loosened up and joined in the conversation among your friends. Steve’s hand eventually moved away from you and a strange feeling of disappointment washed over you. Ignoring it, you listened to Robin’s story about a customer at Family Video and everyone was engaged, laughing – even you, until your eyes moved back to the kitchen.

The laughing faded into the background as you watched Eddie smiling at chick you didn’t recognize. She was standing in front of him, and he was nodding at whatever she was saying, her hand on his shoulder. His eyes were glossy, and you knew the look, recognized that eager expression. He had given you that seductive smile so many times, expressing how much he needed you, how good you made him feel. It was sickening to see him with those puppy dog eyes on someone else. Your lungs felt like they were about to drown and all you could do was get up from the couch’s arm rest. Robin paused her story and Steve’s eyes followed you out the trailer. He gave his friend a confused shrug until he looked over into the kitchen – and saw what you had.

Eddie drooling over some chick.

“Fuck,” Steve muttered, handing over his beer to Dustin. He didn’t even care if the kid drank it or not, he was too busy thinking about how hard he was going to punch Eddie, but Robin blocked him. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike stood quiet, oblivious to what was going on, but Max stood up too.

“Don’t.” She warned Steve, nodding to the door. “You should go talk to her.”

“Knight in shining amor, remember,” Robin pointed out, dissolving all the anger Steve was feeling. The girls were right, he could give two shits about Eddie – he only cared about you. He wanted to be there for you and had loved you from a distance for a long time now, but above all of that – he just hated seeing your heart break. Composing himself, he thanked his friends and pushed his way out of the trailer. The night had come over the town and he had to squint in the dark to find you sitting outside of Max’s trailer. He took a deep breath before sauntering over to you, trying to think of what he was going to say but couldn’t get a word out when he saw tears in your eyes.

Embarrassed, you laughed. “I’m pathetic.”

Steve relaxed and took a seat next to you.  He reached a thumb over and wiped away a stray tear. “Eh, we’re all kinda of pathetic.”

His casual nature made you smile and when he offered up his shoulder, you took it, resting your head upon it. Your bodies in close proximity kept the two of you warm in the cold and after a few minutes, you sighed. “I know Eddie isn’t interested in me beyond hooking up.”

Steve tried to hide his disgust at the nature of Eddie using you for sex, because it had been your choice as well – he couldn’t really fault either of you, but he was jealous. Not of the physicality of your relationship with Munson, but the fact that you chose to be so vulnerable to him. Eddie had been given the gift of having your enamored gaze on him, a look Steve had been haunted by every night as he placed his head down to rest. He hated seeing you so in love with someone who couldn’t reciprocate, dragging you around like a plaything. Even if he couldn’t have you, Steve still wanted you to be happy.

“He should be a man and tell you straight out, instead of dragging you around like- “

“- like a lost little puppy.” Guilt riddled Steve and he apologized but you moved away from him and told him there was no need to apologize. “It’s true, I know this. I just – have you ever wanted someone you knew could never want you?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, mostly for his own benefit. His fingers ran through his hair, and he sighed – holding his breath for a moment before deciding to be brave like you were the night you fight off a Demogorgon. “See, I’ve been in love with this girl for a while now.”

“What girl?” Your heart raced, trying to remember him talking about a girl but you would have known. He would have told you – you were his best friend, after all. The thought dried your throat, and your nerves shook as he laughed again.

“She’s amazing,” he let out a whistle and a pang of jealous smacked you in the heart, and you weren’t sure why… “…smart, funny, kind – but there’s a slight problem. She’s in love with someone else – I guess, a friend of mine, if you could call him that…”

Your initial thought was Nancy. “I thought you were over Wheeler?”

Steve stared, dumbfounded by your completely lack of connection and he cackled. You stared at him, confused and annoyed that he was laughing at you; you smacked his arm and he pretended to be offended, rubbing at his arm. “That’s definitely going to be a bruise, genius.”

“You’re so annoying, I’m going home,” you declared, pushing up off the steps. Steve panicked for a second before reaching for your elbow, bringing you back down. Plopping down, your body relaxed under his touch and the two of you sat quietly – neither of you saying word until Steve cleared d his throat and released your elbow.

“Remember that night at Byers? I was fucking terrified,” he remembered, dipping his head to stare up at the stars. Your looked to him, eyes going to his throat; his scars from the demobats were slightly faded now, but the pain of almost losing him had stayed with you. When Steve had been taken under the water, you jumped in after him, the others followed and when you had arrived to see him being strangled to near death – something came over you. You ripped the bats off him with your bare hands, Eddie had a habit of noting how hot it was during your hook ups, but you weren’t thinking about how attractive you were looking in that moment. No, all you could think about was how you couldn’t lose Steve – you downright refused because he was your best friend. He was the one person who could sooth away any worry with just a simple touch; he was the one that was constantly there for you…

“I remember you standing next to me,” he recalled quietly, you just stared, heart racing. “I was still hung up on Nancy, but for a split second, I was terrified of losing you more than her. Which was ridiculous since you had always been ‘Nancy’s friend’.”

It was true, Nancy had been one of your closest friends in high school and while Steve had been an annoyance in your life then, you had always had a soft spot for him. Never understanding why, you just gravitated towards him, but it was platonic, even after they broke up. Even after getting a job at the mall and seeing him everyday during your lunch break.

“I didn’t understand it then,” Steve finally looked at you, eyes a bit sad. He reached for the lapel of your jacket and chuckled. “I guess I always pretended to be annoyed with you back then, because I really did care about Nance. I thought she was the one I wanted, but…”

Your mind becomes flooded with all the small moments the two of you have shared – the little looks across the cafeteria table that felt like they meant nothing, because they weren’t supposed to. All the times you walked into the ice cream shop to bug Steve and Robin, and the smile on his face every time you asked for a free sample. The pained look on his face when he cursed at the Russian soldier who slapped you hard. The rides to drop off Robin at school, listening to music and giving her love advice – the movies he’d bring over to your place, so the two of you could watch and fall asleep on the couch. Every touch on your back, every lingering touch that brought warmth to your body, and a sense of security.

“The girl you’re in love with…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, afraid of a rejection that would hurt far worse than Eddie’s. Your heart pounded and the air felt like it would freeze you inside out, and then Steve sat up, and touched your cheek with his hand.

That familiar warmth enveloped you.

“…it’s you, you got to know that. The girl is you.”

His words are quiet, echoing in your ears and all he can do is stare, doing his best to analyze your reaction. Your heart slowly relaxes and all you can do is apologize. Steve’s hand falls from your face and you realize he thinks he is being rejected.

You grabbed his hand and hold it tightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I think deep down, I was afraid I’d lose you for good.”

Steve shook his head and immediately pulled you closer, his arms held your face in place, and he leaned in for a kiss. His lips on yours shocked your senses because you never in your life thought Steve Harrington would be kissing you or that it would feel like something you never had experienced.

Love.

Real love.

Kissing him back, the two of you held onto each other’s faces until he finally pulled away and laughed. “It took you long enough.”

You laughed and embraced him, arms around his neck. He cradled you then, your chin on his shoulder as he rubbed his hands up and down your back. The music from the trailer grew louder and the two of you turned to see Robin and the kids leaving the party. Steve helped you to your feet and flung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side. The two of you stood on the porch of the Mayfield’s trailer, watching as your friends grew closer.

Steve glanced over to you, and you looked at him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, the truth spilling out so naturally. He grinned, ear to ear, and gave Robin a knowing glance when she approached. She grinned and Max smiled, asking if anyone wanted to watch a movie.

“I stole some beers from the cooler,” she smirked, and Steve frowned, demanding for her to hand them it over. She obliged begrudgingly, taking them out of her coat pockets. The boys followed her into the house, arguing about what movie to watch and Robin plucked a beer from Steve’s arms, looking your way.

��Eddie was looking for you.” Steve gave her a look and Robin shrugged. “I told him you two left together. Want to know what he said?”

“No,” you laughed, the thought of Eddie looking for you was hilarious now. How stupid you had been to think he could ever care about you and even more foolish to think you thought you cared about him. Eddie was a good friend, but he was never what you truly wanted. He was a distraction because you were afraid to go for what your heart desired – Steve.

“Good answer,” Robin grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes and told her to get inside. When she disappeared into the trailer, Steve handed over a beer and the two of you opened them up. He held his can towards you.

“Happy birthday to Eddie.”

Laughing, you clinked the can against his. “To Eddie.”

Steve took a long sip before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, until a parade of ‘ew, gross’ came from the open window near the door. Rolling his eyes, Steve barked for the kids to shut up, but a smile appeared on his face that remained there for the rest of the night.

……

Blurb of Eddie's reaction

[extraterezi]

I'm a big fan of two characters being well aware that they love each other - no oblivious unrequited pining, no miscommunication - just being fully aware that they're loved back, BUT, emotions and situations being messy and scary enough for them to not quite know what to do about it and/or messing it up real bad. Bc in real life you'll notice - relationships are really hard! Even when the situation seems simple enough. Being honest and brave is terrifying! And reading other peoples intentions without bias is a complicated endeavor even for the most empathic and socially blessed

And I think that's whats putting me off about a lot of good omens s2 content I see on here, bc while I agree that they can both be dense in their own separate ways, Aziraphale and Crowley know logically that they are important to each other and that it goes both ways. But see, that doesnt mean anything in the grand scheme of things. That doesnt mean they know in what way and what that means for them. Someone can tell you they love you to your face and you'll realize, if you give it a think, that that doesn't mean you know any more at all about what that person wants from you

I think letting the characters know both gives them some agency and emotional depth beyond "these oblivious gay idiots cant see they're soulmates", which was charming the first few times it happened but now just feels so trite. Its also detrimental to the conversation we could have about the really fun stuff about characters and their relationship to each other - their values and way of thinking and saying things and how those will inevitable clash with the other's and create conflict!

The tension in Aziraphale and Crowleys relationship doesnt come from will-they-wont-they insecure pining. And it doesnt necessarily come from the classic fanfic miscommunication either. It comes from the fact that they have different worldviews and ways of thinking of their relationship, different worries and insecurities, that makes it hard to communicate. To read the others actions. And human romance would not resolve that. A proper consensual kiss would not solve shit! It would communicate to the other that they do, indeed, want to engage in that kind of physical human activities. It would say things about their desire and how human it is and how theyre not on the side of hell nor heaven but rather with earth and humanity because thats what they've become really. It might even make both of them more likely to listen to the other with good faith. BUT. Its not enough, not even close, to resolving that tension.

So. I don't want a fluffy next season. I dont want them to just TALK TO EACH OTHER! <3 and confess and smooch and merry second coming of christ everyone. I like a happy ending as much as anyone, but theres so much potential here to make this complicated and appealing, and if we're stuck on the level where we believe them to be oblivious to each others heart-eyes and 6000 years of gallivating I think thats as far as we'll ever get.

This is not specifically about gomens though I just think its unrealistic and boring to reduce all pairings to "theyre so insecure and/or stupid they cant see that theyre in love" bc while you can definitely have a hard time believing you are loved, in real life doing anything alone with another person will feel intimate and special no matter your relationship, and if you like them and they happen to hold eyecontact and ask you to hang out more just that alone will make the vast majority of people go "hmm seems like they might like me". What that means is another pickle all together. But you'll definitely consider it! And if you do everything together and are always referred to as a duo and save the world together and have little inside jokes? ...yea

[euphor1a]

Bewitched (i)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.7K

↬ warnings: profanity, mention of toxic parenting, alcohol, mention of social anxiety, heavy kissing, outdoor sex (?), cunnilingus, bit of angst in the end.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

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↬ a/n: this is a revamped version of the original series! there are plenty of added details and a bit of change in the narrating style, to make bewitched (hopefully) bigger and better 🌱! enjoy <3

“Today, we’re going to continue where we left off yesterday! Everyone, pay attention!” Mr. Kim’s heavy voice reverberates through the room, shushing the buzzing of the students in an instant. The man in his early 30’s smiles subtly, clearly satisfied with the authority he has over his students. To be honest, that was low-key impressive indeed.

You look at the girl sitting beside you, only to find her ogling your kinda… hot (?) professor. Well, yes, he sure is attractive. But thirsting over your professor? Ew. You really couldn’t think of anything worse. With a sigh of disappointment, you open your notepad, mindlessly starting to doodle an eye. You wouldn’t call yourself an artist, but you are decent at it. Plus, it helps you destress! That’s a good enough reason to continue your little shenanigan. 

College isn’t as fun as you thought it’d be. But, maybe it’s your fault that you trusted those teen movies and tv shows on how “fun” colleges are. 

Truth to be told, it actually started off pretty promising. Moving away from your parents’ house and starting to live on your own, then getting enrolled in one of the most prestigious colleges of your state was super cool already; but you also managed to catch a lot of people’s attention from the moment you started classes. All those things bloomed a lot of hope in your heart. You really thought that college will be a fucking blast! But, of course, life never lets you have all that you want, does it? 

Your bubble burst soon enough, as your experience got boring and repetitive. And now, you find yourself dragging your body throughout the process on most days. To think that you promised yourself that you’ll let loose and enjoy life to the fullest after starting college… Hah! Funny. As someone who had to live like an obedient puppet under the scrutiny of your parents, you had always dreamt of having a taste of true freedom. But, have you been able to enjoy the first 5 months of your college? The only thing you feel is suffocation, not enjoyment.

Out of all the things you’ve done in this course of time, finding a few people who are trustworthy and caring is probably the most useful one. A prime example is your best friend, Beomgyu. You remember the first day you met him vividly — a charming, chaotic and gorgeous guy who seemed to be friendly and kind. Your intuition wasn’t wrong, it only took you two weeks to grow a very close bond with him; the rest is history, of course. 

And then there’s Soobin. You aren’t really sure if you two are ‘friends’ yet. However, he’s easily the most harmless person you’ve known in a while. You never really thought that a heartthrob like him would pay attention to a quiet and reserved girl. Even when Soobin started talking with you, you weren’t sure about him. But he proved you wrong. With his golden sense of humor and charms, he won you over. Though he’s really flirty in general, you count on him. Maybe a bit more than Beomgyu, to be honest. 

A fond smile curls up your lips at the thought of them, but a frown replaces it soon enough. You seek a lot more than just making friends. But, so far your hands have been empty. A strong feeling of dejection makes you even more exhausted. You’re also hyper aware of the fact that you’ve been zoned out since your professor started talking. 

With yet another sigh, your eyes wander off outside the windows. The grand campus looks beautiful from up here, the soft chirping of some unknown bird momentarily making you feel better. 

You don’t know for how long you’ve been distracted like this, but the sudden vibration of your phone snatches your attention. The notification shows two texts from Soobin. Pleasantly surprised, you open the conversation with a hammering heart in your chest. 

Soobin: heyyyy! why tf are you looking out of the window so blatantly during class? saw something interesting or what? 

Soobin: lmfao jkjk, but fr, you ok there?? you’re the “goodest girl😍👑” of our professors, why so distracted today!

You look up, panicked. Mr. Kim seems to be intently going through some papers you can’t really make out. From your seat, you can also see Soobin casually hiding his phone as he probably waits for your answer. 

____: OMG stop texting me during class!! I’m just not feeling it today. And I already have the thesis complete so eh, who cares? 

Soobin: why should i not text you? this ain’t no highschool! plus, you’re bored anyway, looking out of the window and all. lemme entertain you, ma’am🤹🏻. 

Soobin: also you already finished the fucking thesis??😱 girllll lend me some brain cells! 

____: I don’t know but you’re gonna get us in trouble, Soob!! And yes I did finish it. Also yk that it’s impossible to lend you my brain cells. 

Soobin: relax hun :’)) i was JOKING! btw, you’re coming to my party tonight, right?? 

____: Hmm, I guess… 

Soobin: noooo, tell me for sure🥺! i’m not taking ‘i guess… ’ for an answer >:(( 

____: … I’ll be there. Now stfu and focus on what Mr. Kim is saying. Geez😵

Soobin: hell yea baby!!! but ouch, you’re rude :’( 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that. “Rude”, huh? Before you can come up with a reply to get back at him, you see three dots appearing from his side. 

Soobin: but it’s a part of your charm ig </3, such a good girl but also kinda mean, i like that😏 iykyk ;))

____: Really, Soob? Right in front of my salad??😖 I told you to focus on what Mr. Kim is saying!!!

Soobin: oof ok :/ you can’t even jokingly flirt with your friend, hmph

Soobin: nvm, will see you later at my place beautiful💗💗💗

You put back your phone immediately, forcing yourself to turn all of your attention to the class. You realize that the girl beside you is still stealing smoldering glances at your professor. God, you really wanna throw up now.

The rest of the class goes by in a blink of an eye. You’re surprised that you manage to stand up properly, following the bustling students out in the hallways. Soobin tells you something about his anthropology class, but you’re not sure what exactly he said. 

Sighing heavily, you check your schedule, only to realize that your next class starts approximately 45 minutes later. That is… a lot. Most people would go grab a snack or maybe try to squeeze in some work time. But none of those options look attractive to you.  

After walking around aimlessly in the campus, you take a seat on a bench by the cerulean fountain. The area is secluded at this time of the day, and you presume that most people are busy; this place is usually always crowded by hordes of students. You’ve walked past it countless times, but never really had a chance to sit down and admire its beauty.

It’s simply gorgeous. An angel sits in the middle of it, looking at her fingertips which spritz a gentle spray of water. Around her, a tiled space of several meters holds all the water that flows. You also notice the intricate details carved on the base of the fountain, telling a story of its own. However, you’re completely unaware of another pair of eyes that study you from afar with the same curiosity. 

After you’ve come back to your senses, you check the time hurriedly. There’s still 18 minutes left until your next class. Stretching your legs a little, you let out a soft whimper, looking at the tireless stream of water. For a fleeting moment, you wonder how it’ll feel to dip your toes into it. The mere thought of doing something no one is allowed to do thrills you, making you consider something you’d never do. Breaking rules; you’re not particularly fond of doing that. But… not even a soul is around. If you just quickly discard your sneakers and dip your feet into the water, no one will notice, right? 

With a nervous smile on your face, you walk up to the fountain and softly wave your hand in the water. It’s cold, but it feels very nice against the skin of your palm. In the panic of getting caught, you forget to actually look around to see if anyone’s around. Heart pounding in your chest, you reach down to take off your shoes with shaky hands. 

“What do you think that you’re doing?” 

The low, warning voice almost gives you a heart attack. You let out a yelp, straightening up but losing your balance. When you’re sure that you’re gonna hit the ground, you end up colliding with the intruder. Your head hits against their surprisingly hard chest. 

“Oww.” You whine softly, rubbing the back of your head and turning around, heart practically beating in your throat. 

You’re immediately met with a towering, large frame that can probably crush you at any given moment. Even though you can’t see his full face because he’s wearing a mask, he enchants you. Gosh, do they make men like Greek Gods here? 

The stranger repeats in a gruff voice, sounding a bit annoyed, “Can you not speak? What the hell were you trying to do?” 

You swallow nervously. He’s intimidating, and this is probably how you’re gonna end up getting suspended. “I was just touching the water.” You state in a mimicked confidence. 

The stranger looks unsatisfied with your answer, crossing his arms around his chest. “I can see that. But you do know that it’s against the rules, don’t you? It’s not for touching, it’s for admiring from afar.” 

Whatever confidence that you were previously channeling crumbles up and destroys down, with just that. You know that you shouldn’t have done a stupid thing like this, but what’s the point of cursing yourself right now? Knowing that you can’t keep up with him, you make puppy dog eyes. Maybe… maybe he’ll let you go if you make a pitiful expression. “I’m really sorry… I didn’t know that but now I know! I promise it won’t happen again. Please!” 

His eyes falter for a moment, and he sighs. Soon after, he motions you to go away. With a grateful look and a small bow, you run to the bench to grab your belongings. 

“Oh no!” You groan, noticing that you’re already 7 minutes late for Mrs. Cassidy’s class. Your face falls, a weird clench in your heart causing your eyes to tear up a bit. Can your day be any worse than this? 

“What happened now?” The scary stranger comes up to you, peeking over your shoulder. You try to quickly recover, zipping up your backpack.

“It’s nothing… sorry for bothering you! I’ll leave—”

“Wait.” He firmly grasps your wrist, eyes filled with an emotion you can’t really place. Sympathy? Maybe empathy?

“I suggest you skip the class. If you try to go in now, you’ll basically dig your own grave.” 

Your heart beat picks up as you look into the stranger’s honey brown eyes, your voice barely a whisper, “But…” 

He squeezes your wrist gently before pulling away. “You won’t get in any trouble if you skip this class. I promise.” 

Puzzled, you narrow your eyes, “Um… I’m not sure about that. How are you—” 

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes twinkling, “I have my ways.”

You frown a little, sizing him up cautiously. “That definitely didn’t sound hella suspicious.” 

“Oh?” He bursts out in a hearty laugh, head thrown back. Were your words really that funny? You don’t know… but you’re glad that you could make him laugh. It sounds beautiful.

Your cheeks warm up when you realize what exactly you were just thinking. You shake your head a bit, fighting the urge to hide your face. 

“You are beautiful, by the way.” You’re brought back to reality by his playful voice. For a moment, you almost think that you are hearing things, until you notice his eyes tracing your figure shamelessly. A shiver runs down your spine, heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of your chest. You’re not used to getting attention of this sort.

Nibbling on your lower lip, you whisper, unsure what to say. “Thank you.” Your eyes lock with him for a brief moment. “So are you.” 

He chuckles at that, inching closer to you, subtle as ever. “You’re quite straight forward. Not that I’m complaining or anything.” 

Goosebumps spread over your skin, your heart racing even more as you find yourself dangerously close to this alluring stranger. So close that you can feel his hot breath through the black mask. 

“Don’t go around trying to go skinny dipping in fountains again.” He murmurs just by your ear.

Embarrassment paralyses you for a moment before you protest, “Hey! I was just touching the water!” 

“Sure.” He laughs again, starting to move away. “Make sure that you attend your next class. And don’t worry, I mean it when I say you won’t get in trouble.” 

You open your mouth to say thank you, but he has already walked off to a distance from where he can’t hear you anymore. 

Later, at night, 

“Oh, wow! Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” Beomgyu wraps his arm around your waist to hug you sideways. He’s bright and handsome as ever. “Where have you been all evening? Dressing up?” 

You pat his back in return before pulling away. “Ah I was just busy with some stuff! But I’m here now, and that’s what matters!” You hate to lie, you really do.

Soobin, who spots you with Beomgyu from a distance, leaves behind the people he was talking to immediately. A gorgeous smile lights up his face as he hurries to come over by your side. “My goodness, so you came! I really thought that you won’t be here for a second!” 

Before you can even open your mouth to reply, he whistles, noticing your crimson short dress. The material hugs your curves perfectly and the mesh around your cleavage shows just enough skin to drive people crazy. “Damn, ____, you sure know how to dress!” 

Beomgyu nudges Soobin, smirking, “Careful there buddy, people might say that you’re a simp.” 

You can see the flash of uneasiness in Soobin’s eyes before he laughs it off. “Nah, I just appreciate people who know what to wear.” 

“Thanks Soobin.” You smile at him, making him visibly relax. “Also, your house is huge, oh my god!” 

“Want a house tour?” He suggests, winking at you. 

“Why not?” Beomgyu chimes in, a sigh escaping your other friend. 

“Uhh… maybe later. Being a host is really hard! I need to— oh my god! ____, I’m so sorry!! Please let me get you a drink!” 

You giggle softly as Soobin practically runs to the minibar. Beomgyu taps on your forearm, getting your attention. “You don’t wanna socialize?”

Your frown is enough to tell him what’s your answer. He shakes his head, tutting. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. But at least try! You’re the one always nagging about how you need to get out of your shell, you know? C’mon, let me introduce you to a few people! Maybe you’ll find someone… ” 

You freeze immediately, knowing what he’s talking about. It’s not like you don’t understand his point, but still, you’re not ready yet. Social anxiety has always been tough on you, and being an introvert just worsens everything. By simply looking over at the crowd of party-goers, you can feel all of your energy draining out. 

“Gyu, I don’t think that… ”

His face falls, but he pulls you in a tight hug anyway. “It’s alright, sorry if I was being too pushy! I’ll be back soon, hmm? Try to enjoy yourself!” 

You nod, a plastered smile on your face. Beomgyu leaves, but thankfully Soobin arrives soon enough with two martinis. “Here you go! This is a special one only made for you & me. Enjoy!” 

Clinking your glasses, you take a cautious sip of the drink. You haven’t told anyone about the mystery stranger you met today, but your mind can’t stop replaying the whole conversation with him. The way he looked at you, how he complimented you with his smooth yet deep voice, the faint scent of his cologne while he whispered in your ear… It keeps coming back at you. And the fact that you spent the whole evening thinking about him? Pure wild. You even felt sad because he didn’t tell you anything about him and that probably means… you might never meet him again. 

“____?? Earth to ____??” 

You snap back to reality, immediately finding a very concerned Soobin looming over you. “What’s up with you? You only had a sip, are you feeling dizzy?” 

You shake your head softly, taking another sip of the sweet martini, “No, no, it’s not that! I was just distracted… sorry!!” 

He takes your unoccupied hand and leads you to the balcony, often glancing at your feet to make sure that you aren’t tripping with those high heels. Even if you’re completely fine, you don’t stop him. Once outside, you take a long deep breath, happy to be finally out of the party. 

“Take a seat. And please stay here until I come back.” He points to the chair by the railing. Even in the lack of light, you can see how panicked and worried he looks.

“It’s alright… I can stand, Soobs; please don’t worry. I’m okay.” 

He cups your cheek gently in response.  “Please, just listen to me, you need rest.  And how can I not worry about you?” His voice is strangely heavy with emotions. 

At a loss of words, you look at him with wide eyes, slightly shocked by how close he’s standing to you. His arms guide you back to the chair, and he clears his throat. “Stay here, okay? If I can’t get back to you soon, I’ll surely send Beomgyu.” 

You nod wordlessly, knowing very well that saying anything back is probably useless. Sighing, you place the half empty glass of drink on the nearby table, cozying up on the chair. You might as well get comfortable, right? A gentle breeze ruffles your hair, your eyelids fluttering close despite all the noise coming from the party. You’re feeling at ease now. 

Sadly, your peace only lasts for a few minutes, and you’re back to thinking about that goddamned motherfucker. Urgh, isn’t it illegal to be that attractive? And who the fuck exactly is he? How can he be so sure about literally everything? He must be influential to hold that much confidence… Maybe a board member? But he really looked too young for a position like that. 

“So, we meet again.” You can sense someone taking a seat beside you. Annoyed, you turn to the person. 

Oh. You can recognize those eyes anywhere.

A shiver immediately runs down your spine, your words catching in your throat. You open your mouth, but no words manage to come out.

He leans in to touch your hand, concerned. “Are you alright? I saw Soobin taking you outside so I just wanted to see if everything was fine.”

Your skin feels on fire, your breathing uneven. What type of sick joke is fate playing now! “You–?” you choke out, refusing to believe that this is real life.

He chuckles, that same beautiful sound you fell in love with at first listen ringing through the air. “Yeah me. I guess that means you do remember me?” 

“Uh— How do you know Soobin…?” You dodge the question. He doesn’t need to know that you’ve spent the whole evening thinking about him.

“He’s my friend, haha.”

You regard him suspiciously, which only makes him smile. “You can call me Daniel.” 

To his shock, his words make you frown. “I’ve never really heard of Daniel from Soobin.” 

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m not that special to him, I guess?” 

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. It sounded brutal, and you start feeling kind of bad for him.

“You didn’t tell me if you’re alright though.” Daniel looks at you, unaffected. 

“I’m okay, thanks.” You manage a smile. 

He perks up, relaxing his posture. “Good to hear that.” 

Silence reigns again. You try to avoid the fire igniting inside you from the way he looks at you, but you barely manage as you find yourself sneaking glances at him. This isn’t you. But you can’t stop yourself either. 

“You look gorgeous in this dress.” His voice sounds husky, a strange sensation building in your stomach. You look down at your feet shyly, your cheeks heating up too. Why the fuck does this man have so much power over you? 

“Thank you… You’re looking not too bad either! That leather jacket suits you.” 

Daniel smiles, “I’m glad you think so.” 

++

The conversation flows, and so does alcohol. Now that you think about it, you can’t be happier that somehow the universe has managed to cross your paths twice a day. And by his lingering touches and suggestive words, You know that he’s equally enchanted by you, just the way you’re by him. 

“____, wanna go to a better place with me? I swear you won’t be disappointed.” He offers out of the blue, his eyes shimmering with hope. 

A part of you screams yes but another part is still unsure about leaving your friends behind and leaving with a very new acquaintance. You look at Daniel, and then back to the party… To be honest you just realize that it’s been over an hour but neither of them have come to check in. 

“Sure, Daniel. Lead the way.” 

After a nice and comfortable ride, you leave his expensive sports car behind, following him into a… isn’t this just a park?

His long legs help him stride faster, and soon you’ve fallen behind. You end up running in order to catch up with him, your hands brushing softly as you try to keep up. Daniel notices, slowing down so that you can walk side by side. He mutters a ‘sorry’, successfully making you feel better. 

“So… why are we in a park?” You inquire confusedly, slightly out of breath. 

“You’ll see why. Wait a bit!” 

Within a few moments of walking, you two end up in an empty area. The vast night sky looks like a dark blanket with glitter and shiny stones on it, making you mesmerized. He sits down on the grass, looking up with closed eyes. The ivory moonlight makes his skin illuminate, and for the first time, you notice how truly outstanding his sharp features are. 

“Sit down here.” Daniel takes off his jacket to make a seat for you. Your eyes admire his muscled arms for several moments, before looking at the ground. Patting on the jacket, he repeats, “C’mon, sit down!”

“But your leather jacket…” You hesitate.

“It’s nothing, really.” 

Still feeling uncomfortable by the thought, you look at his jacket somewhat sadly. He notices soon, taking the piece of clothing away. “What? Don’t tell me that you prefer my lap!” He arches his eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You look away immediately, his words somehow both embarrassing and exciting. So, you decide to ignore him. Taking a few more steps ahead, you focus on the night sky adorned with the moon and stars. It’s… so pretty. You don’t remember the last time you had seen such a gorgeous night. Unbeknownst to you, Daniel walks up right behind, whispering, “So beautiful, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…” You trail off, awed by the amount of beauty nature holds. 

“But you know, there’s something that is stealing the show from the moon.” He adds after you fall silent. 

“What are you talking about?” You turn around to face him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“You. You’re glowing brighter than the moon itself.” 

As if to test the waters, he leans in, his lips just hovering over yours. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or him, but you close your eyes and grab onto the lapels of his jacket, your lips gently pressing onto his — scared to go further, but unwilling to pull away. 

Daniel doesn’t waste another moment, his mouth captures yours in a heated kiss, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. The kiss is heavy, fueled by lust, and you can clearly taste the tequila on his lips. He coaxes you open up for him, tongue skillfully merging with yours and leaving you breathless. His hands explore your curves, hiking up your short dress until it’s barely covering your underwear. You discover his body in return, palming the growing sign of his desire in his pants. A moan escapes you when you feel his hands brushing along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, your legs parting instinctively. He smiles in the kiss, pulling away slightly to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping when he reaches your collarbone. 

Eyes hazy with need, you urge him to go on, desperate for his touch. Daniel hesitates, “Are you sure you want this?”

With a broken whisper, you manage to plead, “Please, wan’ you right now.” This isn’t you. But fuck it, you don’t care anymore. Your stomach is in knots, begging for some action.

He gives you a hard kiss before getting on his knees and sliding your ruined thong aside. “Lord… you’re drenched.” With a groan, he licks a lazy stripe with his tongue. You teeter at the contact, the feeling of his warm, soft tongue on your pussy leaving your nerve endings on fire. 

For easier access, Daniel takes your left leg and puts it over his shoulder, now devouring your cunt. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life, your soft whimpers synchronizing with his own satisfied humming. He’s sucking you so good, slurping up your essence with no amount of shame. 

“You taste so fucking good.” 

“Da–Daniel! I need more!” 

With his chest heaving, he stands up, looking straight into your eyes. He suggests, “Should we move inside the car?”  

You nod frantically, holding onto him as if you’ll fall apart any moment if you don’t. Daniel picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the car as soon as he possibly can. Unlocking the car after fumbling with the keys for a while, he places you on the backseat. Once he’s  inside, he pulls away your panties. His mouth attaches to your cunt, thumb finding your clit. Your back arches, pussy clenching around nothing. “Aah— Daniel!” 

His thumb rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves, all while his tongue laps up at your entrance. Just when you feel like you’re about to lose your mind, you hear the clink of his belt buckle. You cry out, relieved.  

However, the familiar sound of your phone ringing bursts your bubble, and you whine out of displeasure. 

Daniel, on the other hand, grabs your phone from the console. Soobin’s name flashes on the screen, a dark expression appearing on his face. You sit up, worried. “Who is it?” 

“It’s Soobin… he’s probably worried about you.” He sighs, shaking his head before continuing. “Sorry, ____. But personally, I think that it’d be better if you go back right now. And a request, don’t tell anyone about this, or me. Just say that you went for a walk or something like that.” He speaks up first, his voice cold, unfamiliar.

“Daniel… but—” 

“Please don’t make this harder. Fix your dress.” He cuts you off, fixing his own clothes. 

You nod silently, your eyes watering from a tidal wave of emotions hitting you. Once he’s back in the driver’s seat, you mumble brokenly. “Can you do me one last favor? I wanna go home… please…”

“Are you sure that you’re comfortable with sharing your address with me?” 

The lack of warmth in his voice overwhelms you, but you manage to reply, “I am… unless you don’t want to, then it’s fine… I’ll head back on my own.” 

You fail to see the way his hand tightens around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. “I’ll drop you off. Just tell me where.” 

end of part i ↺ next

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Twelve - Those Aren't Dogs

summary: a trip to the town junkyard proves that y/n's theories about max's conspiracy friends were most definitely wrong cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, badly written action scene, kid having a crush on an 18 year old (unrequited), forcing fake nails off, demo-dogs -i think that's all- author's note: love you <3

<<Part 11 --- Part 13>>

Y/n lit up a blunt halfway there, the excuse of not being high enough for this bullshit was valid enough for her. The kids hopped off Lucas’s bike and walked the rest of the way up the hill overlooking the junkyard. Y/n squinted, spotting Steve and a younger boy pouring raw meat in a big pile in the center of the yard.

“I said medium well!” Lucas yelled, waving at the three down in the yard. Y/n smiled and waved at them, tossing her blunt to the side and following Lucas and Max. “Y/n! What are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling off one of his kitchen gloves. Y/n shrugged, “Sister’s here so… so am I,” she said. Steve seemed to cave and hugged her, “I’m glad you’re here. We could use an extra set of hands.”

Y/n smiled and patted his arm, agreeing to help however she could. She huffed out a breath and put her hands on her hips.

“So, we making a fortress or something? I’m so down for a fortress,” Y/n laughed, leaning an elbow on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiled, shaking his head and Dustin explained the plan to cover the bus for protection and try to lure the slug dog things to the yard with the raw meat.

“Sounds cool. You came up with that?” Y/n asked, turning to Dustin. Dustin smiled and nodded proudly, his gloves squeaking on his hands. “Nice. Really smart, actually…” she replied.

Dustin’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “Y-you- I- goddess!” he breathed, watching her as she went to start helping out. Y/n snickered, patting his head, and hauling a sheet of metal to the side of the bus with Steve. Y/n watched Lucas and Dustin duck behind a car to talk privately, and the rest of them got to work. Y/n grunted, hauling pieces of metal around until Dustin ran up to help her.

“H-hey. Hi,” he stuttered.

“Hi,” Y/n smirked, “I- y- Dust- I’m Dustin,” Dustin stuttered.

Y/n smiled, “Y/n. You’re friends with Max, right?” she asked. Dustin nodded happily. Y/n smiled at the boy, slowly but surely getting him to start a conversation without acting like a nervous wreck. The group all worked until the sun was setting.

Steve was set up on a barrel, hammering nails into a baseball bat. “What’re you doing, Steve?” Y/n giggled, “You already got one of those,” she said, wiggling the bat in his backpack.

Steve smiled, hammering one last nail in before he held it up. “For you,” he said. Y/n’s eyes widened, and she took the bat from him. “M-me?” she stuttered. Steve shrugged and nodded, “We can match! We’re best friends now, so I think it’s cool to match,” he said. Y/n smirked, setting the bat on her shoulder,” Who said we were best friends?”

Steve narrowed his eyes and gave her a snarky look, “I did. Now come on, bus is ready,” he said. Y/n laughed and jumped into the bus after Steve, looking around in appreciation at all their hard work. “Yep. Definitely a fortress!” she breathed.

Dustin giggled as she slipped one of the uncovered windows open. Lucas flipped open a compact mirror he clearly stole from his mom and dipped his fingers into some black paint, drawing two stripes across his cheeks. He turned his head around, making sure they were even, and he looked good. “Looks badass, man,” Y/n spoke up, putting an arm around his shoulders. Lucas grinned and thanked her, “You want some?” he asked. Y/n smiled and nodded, an excited ‘hell yea!’ following.

Lucas dipped his finger in the black again, drawing a straight line on her cheeks and across her nose. Y/n shook his hand, “Pleasure doing business with you, sir,” she chuckled.

Y/n quickly asked Steve if it was cool if she lit up, and Steve snuck a quick hit as they waited, Dustin and Lucas scrunching up their faces at the smell of the drugs. Max simply sat down against the wall of the bus. Y/n had been smoking since middle school. She was used to it.

The older teens finished off Y/n’s joint as the sky turned a dark blue. Steve being a little giggly, and Y/n much calmer than before.

As night fell completely, and the group sat in a bored heap in the bus, Y/n picked at her nails, trying to pop the rest of them off. Max winced every time she did; a loud ‘snap!’ echoing through the space. Steve sat on the opposite side of the bus, flicking a lighter over and over again.

“So, you really fought one of these things before?” Max spoke up. Steve nodded, flicking the lighter closed. “And you’re, like, one hundred percent sure it wasn’t a bear?” Max asked, “Or a dog!” Y/n piped up.

Dustin huffed and stopped pacing. “Don’t be an idiot. It wasn’t a bear. Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home,” he said.

“Geez! Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” Max said mockingly, climbing up the ladder.

Y/n smirked, figuring she said it well enough.

A sharp wail brought everyone to attention. Y/n rolled like a turtle stuck on its back and crawled over to the windows between Steve and Dustin. A small quadruped was walking slowly into the foggy clearing.

“Hey, that’s a dog, man,” Y/n mumbled, pulling Steve’s jacket sleeve. Dustin swatted her head, earning a scowl as the dark-haired girl rubbed the spot.

“He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?” Y/n whispered, looking up at Steve.

“M-maybe he’s not hungry?” Dustin tried.

“Or maybe he’s sick of cow…” Steve said, grabbing his bat and going to the bus doors.

“Steve? What are you doing?” Dustin asked, pure anxiety in his voice.

Steve looked pointedly at him and tossed him the lighter. Y/n watched him walk slowly towards the dog? Creature? Thingy. Steve swung the bat teasingly at it as he approached it. Y/n squinted, seeing something else appearing in the fog.

“There’s another one,” she hummed.

“Steve! Watch out!” Lucas screeched, “Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

Y/n huffed, “Fuck this!” she stood up, snatched her bat, and ran out of the bus. “Y/n! Shit, Y/n! Wait!” Dustin yelled. Y/n ignored him and ran into the clearing before swinging at the monster that jumped for Steve. The monster squealed, hitting the ground. It sat up, looking like it was eyeing her somehow before it’s face opened up with a loud roar.

“Holy shit!” Y/n yelled, swinging her bat down on its head. “That’s not a dog! That’s not a fucking dog! I signed up for dogs!” she screamed, hitting more monsters than either one of them could handle. “Run! Hurry! Guys! Guys, come on!” the group in the bus yelled, holding the door open for them to run into safety. They ran into the bus and jumped in, closing the door just in time as a Demogorgon slammed into the door. Dustin yelled into his headset while Y/n stumbled through the bus.

“We are at the junkyard, and we are going to die!” he yelled.

Are we dying tonight? Will I ever see my mom again? Will one of the last faces I see be fucking Steve Harrington? Y/n questioned in her head when she heard the loud banging on the roof.

Max’s screaming got her attention, and she grabbed her bat haphazardly and readied it at the monster. “Hey! You mess with her; you mess with me! Come on!” Y/n yelled as it screeched at her. She yelled back in its face. Where she got this new bravery from, she had no idea.

The creature suddenly looked away when a howl rang through the air. It jumped off the bus, following the other creatures away but they stayed alert. Y/n let go of Dustin’s hand and moved to the front of the bus to push the door open and stepped out while the others followed blindly.

“What happened?” Lucas asked. “Y/n scared them off?” Dustin offered. “No. No way. They’re going somewhere,” Steve said, turning to them. Y/n whined, flopping her arms. “That wasn’t a dog! I thought these were dogs!” she groaned. Steve snickered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Welcome to the club, Y/n.”

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[anomalouscorvid]

🎶- A song that fits them for a pairing of your choice!

(for these, still open)

here's a few pairings, in all cases you can assume another important reason is also 'the music sounds like the vibes of these together':

Carrie + April: Bat Out of Hell (Meat Loaf) - i would describe them as having a close platonic (and bat-killing/-defying) relationship, though carrie has some unrequited romantic feelings (and also april would consider her somewhat of a dangerous wildcard at this point). anyway this song fits carrie in general... yea i don't have much other commentary for this one, it just works very well

Elphinstone + Mr Iron: Don't Pay the Ferryman (Chris de Burgh) - if any master were to be besties with elphinstone, it'd be iron. they're basically chill in their own not-chill ways. maybe the obvious reading would be from iron to elphinstone, but there are many possible situations where it could be the reverse. and, of course, entirely possible for it to be a warning from a third party to either..

Melody + Virginia: Knife Fight (Lemon Demon) - this one doesn't really need a description, the song perfectly describes their entire relationship actually

Alleys and Prongs + House of Rods and Chains: Believe (Cher) - love loses for these giant space crustaceans... at least twice. alleys-and-prongs would be the one singing - whether it's before or after the death of rods and chains doesn't matter much here

[cortexhyperfixationnation]

Uhm here's my ranking of the 4 scientists:

1: Dr Neo Cortex (obviously)

2: N Tropy

3: N Brio

4: N Gin

You might be wondering why I feel the way I do and the answer is actually very simple: I never finished Crash Bandicoot 2.

How does that affect things? Well it means I basically missed out on the whole of N Gin's character as it is first presented to us, and the whole of Brio's vengeance arc. So I never really got attached to N Gin. I do enjoy him, I love his goofy voice and the concept of him having a rocket in his brain, but I feel as though I don't know enough about him. IAT doesn't do him much justice either, he's the first boss and idk how accurate his portrayal is. I appreciate him and think he's a worthy part of the N Team, I just don't care enough about him.

N Brio is next, and honestly for me, he's almost tied with Tropy. On some days I'd find it hard to pick between them. But Brio is so damn cool, I enjoy his brute form even if it's just Frankenstein and Hulk mixed, but because it's tied to Brio (someone who is generally shy) I think that gives it more staying power. Not to mention his vendetta against Cortex is entirely built on his own self loathing, it just makes him such an interesting character. Most of my aus revolve around them being friends and TS! Brio has an unrequited love for Cortex but his canon depiction is great too! Also him being a potions guy and constantly mutating himself because no one else would dare take part in his experiments? Chefs kiss it's sublime.

N Tropy is next on the list, and the only reason he's above Brio is because I find shipping him with Cortex more fun. The idea of two evil scientists with the same goals hating each other but also having a weird respect for each other which then evolves into something more? Hell yea 💜

We love our funky British Time Lord so much he's a silly guy :'3 (and a very attractive one too)

Finally it's my absolute beloved my skrunkly my gorgeous silly it's Dr Neo Cortex baby!!! I cannot even begin to describe the sheer amount of love I have in my heart for him, he's so cute and epic and every time he shows up on screen I go crazy giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet he's my wittol!!! Genuinely he means the absolute world to me and his IAT incarnation is the fucking cream of the crop, the absolute best Cortex we've ever had and the other game I love him most in is Twinsanity, something about this guy being on the good team makes me all kind of soft and fuzzy and to me it's when his character is at its absolute level best 💕

Lex Lang did an awesome job with his voice I love how pathetic and fruity it sounds and honestly Cortex will never ever intimidate me because he's just too soft and wittol and smol I--- as much as I love Clancy Brown as Hank in DBH he's never going to be the definitive Cortex voice I'm sorry Lex Lang takes the cake ://3

I hope you all enjoyed this mini rant about the N Team and I hope it makes my opinions clear awa

[bacchicly]

JUST IN CASE: A SULTRY 3 PART 1 SHOT

Request from Anon: Can you please write a garvez one shot inspired by the song lingerie by lizzo? 

Paring: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Content: Steamy Summer Sex

Words: Approximately 4000

Lizzo's Lingerie

Source of Lyrics: LyricFind

Songwriters: Eric Frederic / Melissa Jefferson / Nate Mercereau / Theron Thomas

Lingerie lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

PART 1: PENELOPE

Hair down, moonlit

Look at my lipstick

So thick, so fit

Wanna put your lips in places, oh

The sun don't shine there

The moon hangs huge in the sky - like an unshed tear heavy with feeling.

Penelope Garcia stands by the open window in her bedroom - gazing out longingly across the dark city.  

It has been sweltering for days and the A/C is out.  There’s a fan in the corner - but the night air is delicious - and the sounds of the hot city are magical - like everyone is out on a stoop with a beer and their best friend or have just kissed a lover, slow and sultry in a private corner of a park, and are now baying at the stars in ecstasy.

The window is open and Penelope’s skin is dewy, slick, glowing with sweat. As she tilts her head back to catch the caress of the night breeze - a single bead of salt and water is set free and it rolls down the skin of her throat like the touch of a lover. 

At the thought, Penelope can’t help but bend her head so her loose hair hides her hot cheeks - but it’s not enough and so she closes her eyes against the longing that has built a nest in her heart.  

But what can’t be, can’t be.  

So Penelope does what she always does when the loneliness gets too sharp…she crosses to the vanity and even though it is time for bed and it will stain her pillows - more battle scars of this unrequited love - even though she will have to wash it off and start fresh again in the morning… Penelope will put on her face.  

She starts with her worst and best sin.  

She picks up her newest most-prized never-to-be-washed never-to-be-admitted possession.  

The burgundy silk of the manly thong feels soft against her cheek. 

She still can’t believe she actually took them from the open gym bag that was on his desk.  

What was she thinking?  

Oh she know what she was thinking…She was thinking about his smile, his spicy smell when they sit beside each other in the conference room, his hands… damn.  His hands. She was thinking that she would just take a peek and then… when this was what she found?  Well she just wanted something of him - with her - when he was away.  

Just in case…

It was more what she was not thinking… that she worked with a team full of profilers - of law enforcement professionals - who might be slightly shocked if they ever found out that she had purloined one of Luke’s unmentionables.  

Hell, she was shocked!!!

And counter to her first impulse - she's never home when he's away on a case… so she only sees them…touches them… when home… when he is achingly close… just across the city… yet so so far away…

Ahh well.  Who doesn’t have a secret or two… and if he ever gives her the chance - she’ll repay the favour tenfold.. 

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you older…

Penelope gathers the pouch of the thong - his thong - as though it is the finest antique handkerchief and dabs her face free of sweat - looking all the world like a 1950’s pinup… even when she finally gives in and strokes her cheek intimately against the soft lustrous fabric…

She is flooded with elicit tingles as she imagines being close to the thong not because of her petty crime - but because she is kneeling at his feet - her wide eyes full of his cock straining against the silk - his fingers running through her lose hair… her mouth watering and ready to please… 

Damn.

Penelope licks her lips and lovingly but decisively sets down her handkerchief.  

Enough.   

She picks up her favourite eyebrow pencil.  Filling in her brows with a deft quick hand.  

It is too hot for this - but she doesn't stop - the routine she learned oh so many years ago is too soothing .. too seductive… so she chooses a shimmery eye-shadow to stroke across her heavy lids..sweeps on kohl black liner to shape her eyes into those of a cat…brushes on mascara so her lashes go for miles…there.  Bedroom eyes now peer back at her from the mirror - she lowers her lids and peers ups through her lashes…imagining again him standing tall and loving in front of her. She purses her lips and smiles…just one last thing and then…

Penelope picks up her current favourite lipstick not questioning why this deep burgundy came into favour - this match for the thong now almost-but-not-quite forgotten on the table in front of her…

Penelope smooths the luscious lipstick over her lips - pouting at herself in the mirror…

She looks good.  

She feels good.  

She stands…undoing the skimpy sultry robe… letting it fall to floor… walking to the bed… already smoothing her hands over her silky top that barely covers her nipples… over the edges of her gossamer panties…

He must know she has his thong.  He must know what he does to her… so she's just going to lounge around and…

I like that right there (I like that)

Keep goin' and goin' and keep it flowin', uh

You know what you doin', don't you?

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

PART 2: LUKE

You better come my way

I don't got no secrets

You don't know these panties are see-through

I'm exposed, yeah

Treat you with my body, my eyes closed

It is too hot.  

Roxy pants in the corner despite her chilled bed and the fan he's directed to blow over her.  

Bad week for the A.C. to conk out - apparently he's not the only one with this problem either.  He overhead Garcia - Penelope - telling J.J. that her building A/C had busted last week.

Too hot.

Luke is standing naked at his bedroom window. The lights off and he's standing just far enough back so he's sure noone would be able to see him from the street. He towels off his hair after the cold shower he just made himself take - ostensibly to wash off the grime and sweat of the day - but more truthfully to deflate his cock which has

been pretty much at half mast or higher since Penelope arrived at work late last week with that damn burgundy lipstick pout.

And there it is again… his cock tingles as it swells.  He closes his eyes against the sweetness of the feeling…but that just brings the images that have haunted his minds eye for a week now…hell,.since he met her…into sharper focus…

He growls as he pictures her - legs wide - perfect pout - clever fingers - clever mouth… sprawled on her bed - his pouchy satiny thong pulled tight against her downy pussy lips - strung even tighter between her ass cheeks - giving lots of room for her to slip a hand between fabric and flesh and stroke and play and think of him…

Luke is completely hard now and he can't help but reach down and grasp his cock - stroking slowly as he lets his brain play with thoughts of his favourite blond curvy perfect sexy naughty bombshell… he can almost feel her lips… her rounded hips…her thick thighs.. her tongue… her warm wet smart mouth… wet pussy peekabooing at him through crotchless panties…his cock would fit…so slick…

That's it.

It's been long enough.  

He pulls on the twin of the thong he knows she purloined.  

He has only ever owned two  of these little numbers in his entire life and only bought both a couple weeks ago… 

His cock gets impossibly harder as he remembers the day he bought them...  

He had been at the mall and had by complete chance watched unseen from the concourse as Penelope and Emily and Tara has browsed a fancy underwear store.  

Holding confections up against themselves - raising eyebrows - wiggling suggestively - laughing fit to burst.  

Or at least he assumes they all were - he couldn't tear his eyes off Penelope.  He remembers the feelings he got when she left the store with the biggest of the three bags… 

"And now," he had overheard her say, "all I need is someone special to wear these for…ahh well…best to be ready just in case…I just wish men thought that way.  I MEAN, how many of the guys we know would buy speculative lingerie?  Lounge around in it all day?   Just in case some unrequited love came along?  Pathetic."

He wasn't sure if she had meant it was pathetic that she did that or pathetic that men didn't…

He had bought the thongs that day. 

He had left one for her to find the next.

He closes his eyes...he picks up the phone…takes a deep breath…it has been long enough… and as he dials a sultry hand strokes his cock through the silky burgundy fabric that he has learned to love the feeling of…

Damn.

Time for no more secrets….

PART 3: CRESCENDO

Baby let me feel you close

You make me crescendo, I'm going up

Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, let's open the window

And let the world know

Oh, oh, oh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Penelope lets herself into his town house with the key she has for his place.  All the members of the team leave her one…just in case.  In this job… 

"Luke?  It's me?  I'm so glad you called me - a fever in this weather could be fatal for anyone!  Hi Roxy gorgeous - don't worry - I'm here…I'll take care of everything…I promise."

Roxy's knowing tail wags in response.  She doesn't get up though - she knows she's not invited for the shenanigans her Luke has planned.  

"Up here, Penny… my bed… room…

Penelope huriedly climbs the stairs pausing only to kick off her kitten heels.  Her long trench - which, in her worry, she had just pulled over the gausy garments she had worn to bed - must stay on.  A bag stuffed with cold and flu meds, Gatorade, and a frozen container of her homemade chicken soup is heavy on her shoulder - but when she gets to the door of his bedroom she drops the bag with a thump…her jaw drops…her heart drops to her stomach…

Her pulse leaps.

In the glow of just the bedside lamp, Luke is lying…lounging…on his bed.  

There is slow husky jazz riff filtering in on the hot night breeze through the open window from the street.

Penelope's skin beads with sweat, a single drop rolls wet and salty between her breasts.

His bed is made with black silk sheets.  

Her legs turn to water.

He is wearing only his - her - burgundy silk thong and a smile.  

She flushes everywhere.  She is glad for the gloam.  She can't help but babble…

"Oh.  You said you had a fever and needed my help… oh.  Damn."

His voice is secrets and dark places and unshed ready kisses:

"I didn't lie Penelope… are you willing to help a man out.  Me…a man feverish with longing…who is lounging around in his lingerie…just in case?  It seems only fair…since you are here now, my hopefully requited love."

Her voice is hope and lipstick and see-through panties:

"Love?"

"If you'll have me?  It's always been you."

Luke's eyes are anxious…has he gone too far?  He curls his fingers hard into the sheets - holding himself back - she has to come to him…

"Well…it's a good thing it's always been you too."

And Penelope's fingers go to the buttons of her coat and button by button she reveals her own sexy silky burgundy lingerie…  the trench pools at her feet…her breasts - nipples barely covered - heave against fabric… her pussy held close by the edges of her crotchless panties floods with juice…and she takes her first step toward the bed… towards her future… towards their love…

Luke moans deep and wanting at the sight of his sexy beloved - swings around to sit on the edge of the bed - legs wide - chest and arms gleaming with sweat - cock heavy in the pouch of his thong - reaching out to touch her…

He cups her cheek.   Looks up into her face - eyes caught - brushes his thumb across her lips.

"You started wearing this plummy shade the day after you took up my unspoken invitation to steal my thong..." 

Penelope presses a kiss to the pad of his thumb with her painted lips and he gasps - her eyes are luminous and shining with ancient knowing - so he rasps out his next words with a voice that somehow has found a way to be even more aching - rough with summer night heat and the weight of a harvest moon and the call of a wild thing for its mate.  

"We matched.   It gave me hope.  Gave me courage that you might want me how I want you."

Penelope forms just one word but four times - once a realisation - twice an escalation - once a prayer of thanks.

"Ooh oh oh ooh"

Luke answers with movement - doesn't break eye contact but slides his hand down her neck, over her shoulder - his thumb marking her soft skin with a smear of burgundy lipstick - his fingers sliding under the strap of her barely-there camisole - riding the generous swinging curve of her breast - over the silk that covers the mounds of flesh he loves so much - rubbing the silk into her taut tight nipple - then down down - tracing a line between her breasts with one finger - past where the skimpy top ends - over the flesh of her belly - dipping just for the briefest moment into her navel - then cupping her beloved belly with his palm - his thumb catches on and then strokes the slight pucker of her decade old scar. 

Penelope lets out the tiniest squeak of alarm.

He catches the flash of pure terror in her eyes. Is it fear of pain?  Fear of rejection? Fear of memories? Fear of violence? 

Whatever it is - he wants to help vanquish it if he can.  He lets his thumb move over the scar again…

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

Luke finally breaks eye contact.  Raking his gaze down her body - following the path his fingers followed - keeping his hand in place on her belly - warm and comforting… tingling with satisfaction that she has not pulled away - that he is touching her in what he knows may be one of the most personal - most intimate of her body - perhaps for her - like some women - more intimate than even the swell of her breasts, the soft-flesh hidden from the sun between her legs, the jiggly squeezable joy of her ass cheeks…

Bringing his second hand up to mirror the first, he cups her round stomach and then slowly slowly presses first a kiss - then when her hands thread into his hair - his whole face into her pillowy perfect belly.  He breaths her in - nuzzling deeper - closing his eyes with the bliss of finally being allowed to touch her like this - treat her with the care and attention and love that he knows she deserves.  

With my body I thee worship.

He pulls back.  Pressing another kiss to her belly - he - no Penelope lets his hands go lower - slipping under the weight and roundness of her stomach - caressing part skin part silk - lifting the bounty of her belly which overflows in his hand to his lips.

Penelope arches back and into him - closing her eyes with the sweetness of the moment - his hair rough and slick against her fingers.  Another moan of relief - pleasure - thanks escapes her.

"Ooh oh oh ooh."

She is going to melt with happiness…melt into his ministrations….melt into her aching wanting body… but then a new urge hits her.

Her eyes snap open - she straightens - she smiles.

HE had been the one lounging around in lingerie - waiting for her - HER - the one always cursed to wait and worry - left behind as those she loves surge forward - nearly helpless - merely a bystander to the central action - staying on the line just in case.  

No.  Not this time.  

He had made a gift of himself for her - not the other way around. 

Damn, if she wasn't going to be the one doing the unwrapping.

Her voice is margaritas after midnight and the twirl of a new dress against waxed legs and a gilded invitation to a dance sent on heavy paper through the mail:

"Luke?  My turn now.  Stand Baby.  Let me look at you."

So with one last kiss to her belly - he stands stepping back - does a little twirl. 

Now it is him who feels nervous.  He stills and clings to his old army "at ease" posture for sanity…waiting on tenterhooks until she breaks into a smile and licks her lips.

Her voice is whipped cream and plum jam and homemade peach popsicles:

"You look even more delicious than I imagined Luke Alvez.  Let me taste?"

His voice is wooden docks warmed by the sun and wind blowing in off the sea and diving deep deep to where all is silent and green:

"Please."

So Penelope steps forward - pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth - not wiping away the smudge of lipstick that now marks him as hers.  

"Don't move, Love."

First she takes off her panties sliding them down over her legs then tossing them to one side.

Luke swallows hard - his adam's apple rippling in his throat.

Next she pulls her camisole over her head - letting her breast bounce free - her nipples proud and unashamedly taught - her areolas a dusky pink.

Luke moans but does not blink.

And like that - with the power of being the one bared when the other is clothed in nothing but provocation - she is ready to unwrap her present.  

With a kiss to his shoulder - his breastbone - his abdomen - she folds to her knees until she's kneeling at his feet.  She spreads her ringed fingers wide across his belly.  Looking up through her lashes just as she imagined earlier tonight and so many times before.

Luke makes a fist - clenches his jaw - but doesn't move - slowly relaxes.

A satisfied smirk quirks her smile when she sees that his tan lines do not match the lines of his thong.  

This is all for her. 

Just in case she felt the same…

Her next kiss is pressed high on his thigh - her cheek so so close to the very taught pouch of the thong.  She turns her face towards the bulging burgundy package and presses her nose and lips into the crook of his hip.  And then - finally - so slowly - with just a whisper of pressure she brushes first cheek - then lips - across his straining silk wrapped cock. 

A full body shudder ripples through Luke -  he can't help but bury a hand in her hair - his cock jerks up to meet her questing ghost of a touch.  The ache pumping through his veins is the clamour and seduction of cool jazz.

Penelope slides her hands around behind him to cup his ass cheeks - hugging into him as she nuzzles more firmly into his cock - leaving wetspots on the silk from her wide open kisses.  Her fingers are busy behind him - playing first with the band - slipping along and underneath like he did with the strap of her camisole - and then sliding down along the narrow strip that runs down - plucking it like a harp where it disappears into delicious secret places where the sun don't shine.  She pulls it back again - like a bow string - pulling the pouch she is kissing tighter against his rampant cock… even though if asked a moment ago if it were possible… she would have stated categorically that sure as 'there is a moon in the sky' there was no way 'by all that is bright and made of unicorns' that the thong could be tighter - but it does… 

…and the grunt he makes as he arches into the pressure?  Better than rhubbarb strawberry pie.  Better than summer thunder.  Better than cats and dogs lounging on a back porch in the shade.

She moans.  

Damn.

Now it is her who is not sure she can wait - keep playing out this oh so slow sultry tune…

So she lets the string go slack and sweeps her hands back around to the front of him.  Hooking her thumbs into the waistband - she slowly - carefully peels down the pouch of the thong - giving her a very first look at his naked cock - with one hand she holds the band away from his body - aware that she needs to be careful not to hurt him - she carefully cups her hand around his balls.

He sucks in a breath - fast and hard - and even as another tremor runs through him - he schools himself to not move a muscle- trusting her as she gently lifts his most sensitive part and tucks band and pouch beneath that delicate flesh - he's afraid for a moment it will hurt - but it doesn't and now all of him is on glorious display…

…and when he has another flash of self consciousness and worry that she won't like what she unpacked - Penelope's happy sigh and smile and the long lick she gives him from root to tip quickly dispelled his fear.

His cock is in her mouth now.

She's lubbing him up real good.  No, that joke was not for you Newbie… oh but this is.  Ooh oh oh ooh… 

The ache.  Oh the ache.  

His cock is making these little jerky movements now.  His balls are burning with ache.  

Damn.  Oh. Damn.

"Pen-"

Penelope pops off his cock - a wild wide smile stretching her lips.

"You better cum for me, Luke,"

She straightens then.  Lifting her breasts up so that they wrap around him - his cock slick with spit - her breasts slick with sweat.  

"Fuck me between my titts, Luke.   Cum on me.  Coat my tongue - my titties."

And Luke's hands come to help her hold her breasts - high and tight - and he cannot hold back but thrusts hard and fast - reeling with the feelings - everything is building - boiling - so damn hot - so damn hot.

Luke intertwines his fingers with Penelope's pressing against the sharp edges of her rings - not caring - not caring… pumping… straining…his balls slapping hard against the undersides of her breast…then pulling…dragging….sliding almost tip out…then surging back…tight…deep…sweat running off him…his neck cording…Penelope's "yes. yes. yesses." echoing through his brain…driving him on and on and on and then - oh and then - he is there.  He is cumming hard and hard - jizz pumping onto her chest, her throat, her tongue, her hair…his fingers so tight so tight on hers…his jaw clenched around a muffled howl…his neck corded as he flies into a million pieces…a Midsummer meteor shower of love and sex…with his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

And as he cums so does Penelope - high and tight - her pussy clenching in time to his grunts - her body coiled and then released…

oh sweet release.

And then….

Like magic as they both relax… uncoil… come down..  they share shy glances… bashful smiles…

Penelope helps him step out of the thong and he uses it to tidy her up a little and then tosses it into the corner where her things landed oh so many moments ago…

Luke offers her a hand and just then, through the open window comes a single voice - singing clear as a July day…

"At laaaaaaaaaast my loooooooove has come alooong…"

The voice is raw but good.  Perfect.

Luke looks down at Penelope and helps her to stand.

"Dance with me, Pen."

And so? They did.  Slow and sultry.  Swaying to the accapella voice - Penelope is held tight in his arms.  

They caress.  Long slow loving touches. 

Sweet nothings pass from lips to ear as they move together.  Secret words of love…

And even when the singer has grown quiet - still they dance…. and then they are kissing sure and slow and deep…. kissing… kissing… kissing…until…

"Really?  Again?  Already?"

"Nearly."

And Luke pushes Penelope back on the bed.  

Soft and slow… and now he kisses her… first just on her lips… but slowly gently everywhere… slowly gently building up the ache…the need anew in both of them…

His lips find her clit and soft kiss after soft kiss sends her higher and higher… and when she cums it is a soft full body wave…a shudder and a prayer.

And then he is rolling on a condom.

Covering her - pushing inside - and then he just holds deep and still inside her until she opens her eyes for him.  

A question in her eyes and then….ohhhhh…..

It is like this that they join - never looking away - connection building - friction building - slowly oh so slowly…

IN Feel You Close OUT  

IN Feel You Close OUT

IN Feel You Close OUT

IN FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. OUT

….over and over- like layering paint on a canvas or notes in a piece of music - over and over  - until something is made out of nothing - and so this builds.  

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

damn oh damn oh damn oh damn

And their voices rise together - rise and rise and rise - until they are shouting their love - cumming hard and loud and deep and together.

And as their bodies surge and rush and then calm into quiet - a new sound drifts in through the window.

A group of voices cheering and clapping and "way to going".  

And who cares?  

They are each other's now.

…and the world?  Might as well know it.

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case, yeah

So I lounge around in my lingerie

Oh, you better come my way

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@sabredanse said:  ✿ !! for both !! also if u wanna do for both j'isu n azem ??

oh hell yea ok i’ll put this one under a cut after the first one since it might get long?

HERMES + J’ISU

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other . hermes so bad at coping it accidentally rubs off on everyone he know

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other . obviously depends on chemistry (and this relates to all the other romance sections)

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

HERMES + AZEM

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

FANDANIEL + J’ISU

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other . you ever want the sundered soul of this guy you know to get better so bad and he really really doesnt want to so he hates you for it

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other . you ever hate your past self so much but you cant escape the nature of your soul

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[cardboardfeet]

hrgggggg band au unrequited dainkae to the song honeydew......my brain is melting

[yellowstatue]

Singles inferno yall.

Se-hoon has SDE for having not one, but two, girls voting for him and he still goes for the one that Does Not Want Him. And the man has the audacity to get angry with So-Yeon for telling him he's making Ji-Yeon uncomfortable. At that point he knows there are three potential requited interests, and upon voting he CHOOSES to take the person who he knows he is taking to paradise against her will. The one unrequited interest. I mean. What?

Si-Hun is a manbaby. Period. Everyone thought he looked like an idol when he walked in, and if he had played his cards right he could've had fun there. Instead homeboy chose to thirdwheel, remain awkward and practically obsess. He's so weird.

So-Yeon is by far the coolest one there!! I love her, I would kill for her, I want to be friends with her, and it makes me so frustrated that the cast is sleeping on her. She's so cute, so pretty, so nice, so strong, so talented, she's just cool. The way she communicates too, I think I fell in love. I really wanted to see her with Hyun-Seung, I think they have a lot of common interests, and I hate whatever Jin-Taek is playing at with her.

Yea-Won is soooo adorable and it makes me angry that she's been overseen. She's so fun!! And so nice. I punched air when Hyun-Seung said she was charming and the guys said she's wacky??? Uhm buzz off. Stay mad that she actually has a personality.

Ji-Yeon is cute but she's bland (or maybe she's shy?), and I honestly feel bad for her for having Se-Hoon obsessing over her. She must be so uncomfortable poor girl.

Jia yaalllll. I do not like her one bit. She's VAGUE. So vague. Personality-less. She's the most boring of the girls there. She flirts with anything that has a pulse and I find that just disturbing Develop a personality girl. I know she's only there to promote herself but at least be the real you. Or maybe she's just boring?idk.

Jin-Taek is frkn weird man. Idk what he's playing at. I feel like he went for So-yeon because she was a safe option and then when Ji-Yeon showed some interest he started p much just playing games. He's also someone who seems like he's only there to promote himself, or well, his tailoring business. Him and Jia are so alike.

Hyun-Seung I was soooo disappointed when he went for Jia. Jia?? Boy you bonded with Yea-Won and you chose boring gold-digging Jia? I'm pressed. Why the hell. I wanted to see him with Yea-Won or So-Yeon so badly.

Hyeon-Joong seems like a cute person personalitywise but honestly I don't know. I haven't focused on him too much because he's just been with Jia all this time (until Jia switched to the new guy hah, what'd you expect)

Su-Min, Min-Ji and Jun-Sik I have no opinion about.

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Haircut Of Love - Sambucky

Summary: Confessions are made, and lives are changed the day Sam gives Bucky a haircut.

Genre: FLUFF

Warnings: Bucky being slightly sad while thinking of Steve, Bucky thinking that his feelings for Sam are unrequited (they're not), Idiots in love.

A/N: I have actually worked on this for longer than I should've XD A big thank you to @cassiecasyl and @aixabi for being such great friends and helping me out by proofreading, and making suggestions!

He knew he should've stopped Bucky tagging along, but the moment that infamous, "I'm coming with you!" so eagerly left the super soldier's lips, Sam knew it was pointless to persuade him to stay behind.

Not that he really minded, the mission he'd been assigned with was a tough one, and it would've been lonely if Bucky hadn't been so adamant about accompanying him.

Sam stared into the fireplace and focused on the embers as he let his thoughts wander. There were some terrible people to be stuck with in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, but Bucky certainly wasn't one of them. He was an interesting character for sure, and Sam was sure he still didn't know a whole lot about him, but their relationship had developed all the way from 'a couple of guys' to 'almost best friends'.

"Hey", came the voice of the man Sam had so deeply been thinking of. He turned around with that signature smirk he reserved especially for Bucky, and watched with delight as the White Wolf turned a light pink color, and it wasn't because of the cold.

"I thought you might want to catch a shower, the water's nice and warm" the brunette said, and Sam nodded as he noticed his friend's damp hair from his own shower.

"Man, you need a haircut" Sam remarked, and much to his pleasure elicited a chuckle from Bucky.

"Do I?"

"It has gotten kind of longer..."

"Well, it's not easy to find a hairdresser in the forest"

"I could cut it for you"

The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself, and he didn't miss the way Bucky's widened ever so slightly. Sam internally scolded himself, feeling that he'd made things awkward somehow.

There was a slight pause in the atmosphere, but the ex Winter-Soldier eventually smiled. It was a weak smile, but genuine nonetheless.

"I'd like that," he told his friend, "would you mind?".

Sam shook his head, a bit too enthusiastically, and that made Bucky raise his eyebrows

“I can do it now if you want, so I don’t get your greasy ass hair all over me after I’ve gotten out of the shower”, Sam casually slipped in to look less ecstatic than he really was.

Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms at the statement, but his grin only grew wider.

“So… are you gonna give me something to cut your hair with?” his friend asked him, making a scissor snipping motion with his fingers.

The brunette’s lips tugged downwards into a frown and bit his lip as he often did when pondering. Sam couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to the bottom lip in between those pearly white teeth, but he forced himself to snap out of it.

After a brief moment, Bucky snapped the fingers on his vibranium arm and turned to walk towards the room he was staying in. “Wait there!”, he had instructed Sam, who had no intention of getting up from the comfortable position he was in anyway.

Promptly, Bucky had returned, clutching a pair of scissors that Sam immediately identified as a pair of Captain America themed kiddie scissors he had recently bought for his nephew, AJ. He burst out cackling.

“What’s so funny Samuel?” the White Wolf pouted, plopping next to his friend who was dying of laughter.

“You stole that from AJ didn’t you?” Sam pried, inwardly dancing at the thought that his secret crush would want something with his face on it.

“Psh, no… I permanently borrowed it, that’s all”, Bucky insisted, moving from the couch to sit on the floor in front of Sam’s legs so that the other man would be able to cut his hair with more ease.

“Mhm”, Sam hummed, already weaving a piece of Bucky’s hair between his fingers, and snipping it off, just like that. It seemed easy enough, so he kept on going, chopping bits of hair here and there, trimming the areas which really needed it, and taking care not to overdo the cut and end up making Bucky look bald in certain places. He was doing quite well considering that he was equipped with nothing but a pair of small, blunt kiddie scissors, which Sam was certain professional hairdressers did not use

A lovely period of pure silence fell in between the two men. The only sounds were the scissors delicately doing their job of cutting the brown locks, accompanied by the gentle crackle of the fireplace, creating a relaxing atmosphere.

“Steve used to cut my hair, you know… Used to do it all the time in the 40’s” Bucky said, breaking the silence. Sam froze in his movements, but only for a second. It was rare for this man, who had been through so much to talk about his past like this.

“We’d sit outside on the street in the summer, he’d be on a chair with his scissors and I’d sit down in front of him, punk gave a damn good haircut to be honest”, he continued, and Sam chuckled.

“People would give us dirty looks as they walked by, it wasn’t uncommon for people to think Steve and I were a couple, but it was frowned upon to be in a same-sex relationship back then… sometimes still is of course”, his tone was now sad, as if he wanted to admit something, but was refraining from doing so. Sam stopped what he was doing, and set down the scissors, obviously sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Still, Steve and I were just friends, that’s all he’d ever wanted to be anyway”, Bucky finally finished.

Sam got off the couch, and slipped down onto the floor next to the 107 year old. “And what about you? Did you ever want to be more than friends?”

Bucky ran a hand over his face, which donned a neutral expression, “It’s complicated Sam… I’d be into a girl one second and thinking about Steve the next”.

Sam gently nudged Bucky’s shoulder with his own, and gave him a small smile, “Bisexual then?”, he questioned.

The other man nodded, and looked at Sam with a grin now gracing his features, “Yea, but you know what? I forgot all about Steve…” he paused to dart his tongue out his mouth and wet his lips, “The day I met another guy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about”.

Sam’s world shattered the moment those words left Bucky’s lips. The thought that the man he had pined after for so long was yearning for another made him want to burst into tears right there. However, Sam Wilson was not the kind of man to be salty over the choices of others. So he kept on the smile he had been wearing the entire time his heart broke over and over again. Yet, he had been so absorbed in his own mind that he failed to notice the longing glances Bucky was shooting at him, the ones he had been giving Sam ever since he first met him.

“Happy you could get that sorted out for you man!” He said brightly, patting Bucky’s back and climbing back onto the couch to resume the haircut.

The ex winter soldier was dumbfounded. Had Sam not noticed how he felt? What if he had? What if he didn’t appreciate the advances?

There was stillness once more, but this time it was incredibly awkward. The two sat absorbed in the silence, no longer so focused on their own thoughts, but on every movement and action the other did.

“All done,” Sam finally said, and gestured towards the large wall mirror in the living room. Bucky looked into it, and nodded.

“You’ve done a nice job, thanks”, he mumbled.

“No problem” Sam told him, getting up from the couch. “I’m going to go take a shower now”, and with that, he rose and climbed the stairs to get to the bathroom. The footsteps faded away and when Bucky heard the bathroom lock click shut, he leaned his back against the couch with a sigh. He ran a tired hand over his face.

What had he done wrong? He’d watched all the movies, read all the books and listened to all the music Sam had suggested. He’d come to see Sam’s family as his own, he cherished Sarah, AJ and Cas with all his heart.

Hell, he’d even taken dating advice from Zemo…. Maybe that’s where he’d gone wrong.

Bucky wasn’t sure. He may have lost the charm he had back in the 40’s, but Sam had always accepted him for who he was. He never questioned Bucky’s past, or forced him to be more social and open. That’s the reason Bucky developed more than platonic feelings towards him. He was so easy to be around.

However, the white wolf figured that if Sam didn’t want anything to do with him romantically, the least he could do was to maintain the relationship status they had now. Not to mention, he had the perfect way to do that.

Mac and cheese. Sam’s favorite food.

A grin grew on his face as he scrambled to the kitchen. It was a tasty and easy thing to cook and would be done before Sam even got out of the shower. Bucky proceeded to locate all the necessary ingredients they had brought to the cabin, and got straight to work.

It wasn’t a difficult job at all. With his swift speed, and his mind set only on the task before him, he was done within minutes. He even managed to get two servings plated beautifully, and just in time too, because as he finished setting the table, Sam descended the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. A smile was drawn on his face at the smell of the meal, and all the previous tension seemed to have dissipated.

“Smells good in here!” he exclaimed, his eyes then landed on the beautifully presented plates of mac and cheese. He gasped and clapped his hands like an excited child, and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. He thought it was adorable.

“Alright, alright, take a seat Sammy,” Bucky said, gesturing to the bar stools next to the kitchen island which the food rested on.

Both of them rushed to sit down and dig into their dinner. Bucky watched his friends expression as he took the first bite of his food.

Sam’s eyes closed in pure bliss, as his taste buds thanked him. “Buck, this is heaven in my mouth, tastes even better than what Sarah makes”.

Bucky blushed, but quickly tried to hide it with a chuckle, “Sarah’s my teacher, I owe it to her”.

Sam nodded at the statement, but commented no more on the topic. Instead, he took another bite and made eye contact with Bucky. “So… who’s this guy you’ve been crushing on?” he inquired.

Bucky was taken aback by the question, he blinked rapidly, “huh?” he mumbled, earning an eye roll from Sam.

“Listen man, I’ve never pressured you to tell me anything before, but we can’t pretend like that conversation didn’t happen” Sam said gently, setting his cutlery down, and reaching a hand over to place it on Bucky’s vibranium one.

The brunette gulped, closed his eyes, and took two deep breaths. He’d have to get it out. Or else it would slowly kill him to watch Sam find someone else. Even if his feelings were unrequited, the man had a right to know.

“It’s you” he said quietly before he could chicken out.

Sam slowly blinked, and shook his head, “Sorry, repeat that?”.

Bucky groaned and looked up from his plate which he’d been staring at the entire time. He gazed into Sam’s doe brown eyes with his own piercing blue ones, “It’s you! You’re the guy I’ve been crushing on!” he agitatedly replied.

Once more, there was that silence that seemed to be consuming the two of them so much lately. Bucky wanted to cry, to hide the humiliation. He was certain that Sam’s lack of words meant he didn’t feel the same, because Sam always had something to say.

“Forget it,” Bucky choked out, getting up from his seat, but Sam’s hand tightened its grip on his wrist, stopping him from getting away. The super soldier turned around slowly, trying not to make eye contact with Sam so that he wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, Sam rose from his seat and his lips met Bucky’s in what was a tender, loving kiss which shocked the latter, but he readily returned it. They stayed like that for a while, embracing each other as their arms snaked their way around each other's torsos. It was a moment neither of them wanted to break, but were forced to. Eventually, when they pulled apart gasping for air, they looked at each other in surprise, but merriment. Wide beams adorned both of their gorgeous faces, and their eyes glinted with excitement.

“So…” Bucky began, “you were desperate to get a piece of me, why, is it the new hair?” he said teasingly.

“The next time I give you a haircut, it’s gonna be turned into a mullet”, Sam threatened, making the other man raise his hands in surrender.

The mac and cheese was long forgotten as they clutched each other once again. Their hearts were bubbling and overflowing with love for one another, and it was not a love that was going to fizzle and die out. They fit perfectly in each other’s arms, like it’s where they belonged.

Two men, who had their own individual problems denying them a place to be truly content in the world, had finally found their refuge in each other.

Finit