#I apologize for any teenage cringe

[skywalker-swift]

btw I’ve mentioned this on here before but I had a really shitty ex boyfriend. while I was in the relationship, I would write poems about him being my lifeline, the thing that kept me floating, he brought color to my world and I would praise him for giving me the tiniest of kindnesses. But there was a lot of red flags and bad shit he did to me and things he put me through, that honestly I couldn’t admit and realize until I went to therapy. A lot of those poems have been changed in my head, the meaning of them changed, and I even wrote poems changing the meaning of the earlier poems. The good was good. The bad was worse. I know that now. I’m older now. It’s brighter now.

If I can do that for myself on a private level, why can’t Taylor do it publicly? Why can’t she do this for herself? She wrote him into her world, let her write him out if she needs too. She’s older now. Let her do the same.

[mynamesaplant]

Forgiveness is Electric

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Just a little short story about @critterbitter's hc of Emmet, Ingo, and Elesa. This is between the Volume Control and Volume Control (Reprise). Just a tiny change, Emmet caught Tynamo bc I sort of forgot when he did... My bad. Please go take a look at Critter's work, it is beautiful in every sense of the word.

I lied about posting to AO3 last time with Yearning for Wood Floors, but I will update that soon along with this one.

Enjoy!~

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“I do not think she will like those.”

“Who doesn’t love sweets?”

Ingo argued, plucking a box of Snom-Caps and turning it over and over in his hands. He contemplated the choices of candy in the aisle, the teenage clerk puffing their long, purple-streaked hair from their eyes behind the counter as the two children agonized over their decision. The clerk, Dakota, saw Ingo and Emmet in here all the time, the former had something of a sweet tooth and the latter… Well, whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth was, that was Emmet. The kid just loved sour things.

It wasn’t unusual to see them, but it didn’t usually take this long for them to make their selection. They had been there for nearly fifteen minutes, painstakingly reading each and every label and discussing them in hushed undertones. That was unusual by itself. Ingo was not known for his volume control.

Although unusual, they weren’t worried about them doing anything shady like stealing or being careless and knock things off the shelf. Might as well let them go about their business. To pass the time, they watched the fretful newly acquired Tynamo circle around them faster and faster until Emmet snatched the Pokémon deftly from the air and soothingly stroked its back.

“I am Emmet. We do not know what she likes.”

“We must do something! I just feel so dreadful.”

Emmet could see Ingo working himself up over this, just as he had a few hours ago, and Emmet placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm. His smile and eyes softened as his twin turned to him, Ingo’s eyes glittering with emotion and whatever proclamation dying on the back of his tongue.

He hadn’t meant it. He really hadn’t. He always got too loud when he was excited.

It had just backfired on him horribly.

Ingo cringed even now as he remembered the tears in her eyes, her hands slapped over her ears, and eyes huge with confusion and pain. She had run off before he could even apologize, and that knowledge was eating him alive all day.

Candy wouldn’t fix this. In his heart of hearts, he knew that, and maybe he had come here to grab himself some of his favorite snacks to ease the pain of losing a potential friend.

It was hard for them to understand others. Emmet and Ingo were so in-sync with each other that everyone seemed to be moving so much slower by comparison. It was like playing charades with someone who was underwater, the twins made perfect sense to one another, but it was unclear to everyone else.

This was not new to them, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

With their moms being busy with work and their uncle who didn’t have much interest with them most times, Emmet and Ingo came to rely on each other almost exclusively. Drayden would give them a little bit of pocket change, but never much. They had to be ultraconservative with what he gave them and had taken it upon themselves to run around Anville Town to take little odd jobs.

Leaves to rake? Oran berries to pick? Snow to shovel?

Emmet and Ingo did it all and saved what they could. They barely scraped together the money to purchase the Pokéballs needed to catch Tynamo and for additional balls to try and catch Ingo a starter.

Even though they knew everyone, they weren’t really close to anyone in town.

That could have been different if Ingo hadn’t ruined everything!

“Perhaps sweets are not the solution…”

Ingo finally admitted, setting the box down and rising to his feet. Readjusting his cap on his head and dusting off his knees to unconsciously tidy his appearance, Ingo’s frown deepened in thought. Even if he and Emmet apologized to her, Miss Elesa would not understand them. Drat! If only he had remembered her hearing aids, he had completely forgotten them tucked behind her black hair.

Emmet watched his face scrunch up, clearly having a long inner dialogue with himself where he alternatively berated himself and told himself that there was no crying over spilled milk. Gray eyes scanning the shelf, he took a bag of sour gummy-Bewear for himself, and chocolate covered pretzels for his brother, before hauling them to the counter where Dakota waited.

Tynamo drifted just below his elbow, still quite nervous around new people and often retreating to its ball when too anxious. Emmet’s soft encouragement was the only thing keeping the EleFish out while Dakota rang up both bags.

“Tynamo? Good for you, kiddo. I hear they’re not easy to catch.”

They rested their elbows on the counter, chin resting atop with a kind smile to the quieter twin. Dakota could see him beaming with pride, but he merely nodded, shuffling on the spot while he fished in the pocket of his overalls for some money. His Tynamo, like its trainer, seemed a little bashful at their words, and retreated into its ball.

“200… I think you brother is comatose over there.”

Dakota said not unkindly. Emmet jerked his head to where his brother stood motionless in front of the candy.

“Ingo!”

It was Ingo’s turn to jerk out of his, as Dakota had put it, “comatose state”. He trotted over to his side, staring at the bags of candies with confusion before it all seemed to click into place.

“You did not have to spend your pocket money on me.”

Emmet’s smile softened at the bashful note in his sibling’s voice. He wanted to. Ingo was feeling down, his twin often overthinking problems and burning himself out in the process. Emmet liked to take a step back to listen and reflect on people and conversations. A little break would do Ingo some good, so he insisted on the treats.

“I am Emmet. I wanted to. Yup!”

While Dakota bagged their treats in a small brown paper bag, they couldn’t help but lean over the counter to examine them. Although many people didn’t understand the secret code that the twins exchanged between glances, mouth twitches, and hand movements, Dakota could tell something was awry. Withholding the bag, they leaned over the counter with a faintly curious expression and a light tone.

“You guys alright?”

Unsurprisingly, the two exchanged looks, and a wordless conversation was held between them while Dakota waited. It was Ingo who swiveled his head back to face them, his face knit into a calculating grimace that seemed a little less friendly than usual, but only marginally.

“Yes,” he said slowly, eyes not breaking with the clerk, but they could see him shifting uncomfortably. “Emmet and I are attempting to right a wrong. However, we are encountering several roadblocks.”

There is a pause. Dakota still held the bag just out of reach as they gnawed on their lower lip. This wasn’t really their business, and they weren’t the type to stick their nose in where it didn’t belong… They thought of Drayden, who spent a lot of time in Opelucid and not watching his nephews – he barely spent any time with them.

They’re just kids.

“Do you need some help? It’s my job to help customers in the store y’know.”

Another pause. Another exchange of glances.

“I-” Ingo tries to being, already hard pressed to say anything and even less so when his sibling elbowed him in the ribs and shot him a look. He wouldn’t be allowed to take all the blame. “We upset one of our classmates with our carelessness. We think she was attempting to befriend us, but- uh… there were a few errors on our part.”

“And you’re trying to get candy for her to forgive you?”

“We thought about it, but it grew too complicated. We do not know what candy she likes, but more importantly, we do not think it’s a suitable apology.”

The clerk nodded, tapping the counter in thought as they tried to piece together some genuine advice for the boys.

“I think it’s a nice peace offering, but I think an apology would be better.”

“We broke her hearing aids… Yep…”

Emmet croaked suddenly, shrinking back in shame at the same time that Ingo grabbed the brim of his hat to tug it lower over his eyes.

“Ah,” Dakota hummed, tapping the counter even faster. They meant the new family that moved in from Sinnoh. They remembered their dads talking about the new signs that had to go all over town for the girl’s safety. Dakota couldn’t remember her name. “How did you break them?” They asked, already knowing the answer.

“Volume control.”

Ingo cringed, remembering his uncle’s warning about his naturally loud voice. Inside voice, Drayden had been emphasizing, and Ingo was trying to take those words to heart, but it was difficult. Since Ingo’s face didn’t emote well, he relied on his voice and his movement to articulate his emotions to others. They nod sympathetically.

“You didn’t see them?”

“No…”

The boy was squirming now, his shame and embarrassment with the situation reaching an all-time high. He felt Emmet moving to his side, reassuringly pressing against his arm, and resting his head on his twin’s shoulder. A flood of comfort helped Ingo release a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

Behind the counter, the clerk was rummaging through something – although tall for their age, Emmet and Ingo couldn’t see what they were doing. They heaved a box onto the counter, tipping it so the contents spilled out for them to see, and the boys were confused.

“Headphones?”

Emmet leaned forward on his tiptoes to look at the colorful array of boxes that ranged from normal headphones to ones that had Pikachu and Eevee ears topping them.

“Yeah, uh, maybe if she wears these, you’ll remember right away that she has headphones in.”

It was a half-baked idea. In truth, Dakota felt a bit sheepish about it now that the idea was out of their head, but when they looked up, the boys were beaming – well, Emmet beamed. Ingo reminded of them of their friend’s Purrloin in a way they couldn’t quite put their finger on.

“Bravo! What a marvelous suggestion!”

Ingo practically cheered, stepping beside Emmet to look through the headphones. It was probably going to cost them a bit from the tags on the boxes, but it would be worth it. The headphones would immediately remind Ingo that she had hearing aids in so he would be more inclined to get Miss Elesa’s attention in a different fashion, but it also might do the same for others who were unaware of her deafness.

“Sure – er, thank you…” Dakota was looking at the prices now and mentally smacked their forehead. They probably couldn’t afford the headphones. “I’ll-” They hesitate. It almost pained them to say what they were going to next. “I’ll pay for them so you can take them to her now.” The twins’ eyes went wide, both about to protest when Dakota interrupted, “In exchange, you can do a few chores for me at my place. I need to do some yardwork, but it always gives me hay fever. Sound like a deal?”

The answer was easy for them. Dakota told them to pick ones that they thought Miss Elesa would like.

“I think these ones are quite dashing.”

Ingo said, picking up the box with the Pikachu ears. Emmet pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Nope. Too big. Not a gamer girl.”

They continued to rummage through the boxes. They agreed that she must like Electric types. She had a Blitzle as her partner after all.

“I cannot recall, she is from Hoenn, correct?”

Emmet shrugged, unsure himself because they had both been looking through a magazine with an expose on the newest train lines running out of Nimbasa when she had been introduced. That just meant to them that, when the time came, going on their Pokémon journey by rail would be all the easier.

“Not sure.” He looked at the box Ingo had in his hand and his smile broadened, nodding in agreement to his brother’s unasked query. The perfect balance of subtle but stylish. “I am Emmet. Those are perfect.”

Plusle and Minun headphones.

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ one love, two mouths

- ,, ao’nung x fem reader

- ,, being bestfriends with aonung ever since you gained consciousness was pleasant, but comes with a side of flirting and realizations you want to be more than just friends, or bestfriends.

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors pls be careful if u dont like making out!! ao’nung is a btch but not to u, tanhì is na’vi for “star, bioluminescent freckle”, simp ao’nung yasss thats like all my characters lol gunna ignore that!!

ps : tanhì is not readers name lol, just a nickname that ao’nung gave her!!!

-‘๑’- sweater weather - the neighborhood

Ao’nung was mean, you’ve seen how quick he is to bite back and claw at any opportunity that gives him a moment of glory against his rivals, plenty of times.

Ao’nung is mean to everyone, everyone but you, and his family, and maybe Roxto.

Excluding those people, ao’nung has never tried to purposefully hurt your feelings, maybe in a moment of childish banter, he has said mean things that are fleeting, they go away as quickly as they come because he sees the look on your face, and says sorry with a heavy heart.

Some days he is not as apologetic, and delays his apologies until a day or two, you walk away with hurt, anger, and hesitation but he always comes to u, can’t bare being away from you, his girl.

You are sitting on the sand, knees up to your chest as you gaze upon the sea, muscles sore from swimming all day. You almost fall asleep as the peaceful sound of the waves lulls you but alas, your one and only makes his presence known with his loud greeting.

“My tanhì, you look a little lonely!” ao’nung chuckles and sits down beside you, right beside you. No literally, he’s so close that your arm and leg are touching his. Why’s he so close? There’s literally so much space? You’ve stopped questioning it, he’s been touchy with you since forever.

He ruffles the top of your head affectionately, the little smile on his face tells you he’s in a good mood. “hi ao’nung” you say softly and give him a sweet smile, god he almost just melted at the spot, “you seem happy today”

“i am” he replies shortly and you lay your head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at finally seeing your favorite person.

his hand finds it’s way to your leg and he gives you a prompt squeeze on your thigh, affection came as naturally as breathing to him when it was with you.

Your eyes roam around the sea as you look at the people smiling with their ilu’s and splashing around in the water, you catch a glimpse of a group of 4 girls as you shudder with the piercing look they give you. You recognize those girls as Tsireya’s friends, remembering her telling you about her dislike for a lot of their decisions. She told you to avoid them, they’re no good.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when you see the said girls make their way to you and ao’nung, probably only having matters that deal with ao’nung, you’re pretty sure they’ll ignore your whole existence if anything.

You being this close to The Olo’Eyktan’s only son ignites some sort of resentment in them, automatically making you their competition and viewing you as a threat.

“bruh not these chicks again” ao’nung mutters quietly in irritation and lets out a groan into your hair, hoping they’ll go away if he can’t see them. You giggle but your smile is gone as soon as the girls stop right in-front of your bestfriend. “Ao’nung!! We we’re gonna go take a swim with our ilu’s, I think you should join us! Im sure sitting here watching the ocean isn’t that interesting” the girl’s giggle thinking Ao’nung will get up and follow them without a word.

For a second you believed so too, what you were doing wasn’t that fun, but you didn’t want fun, you wanted calm.

“fuck no” you hear pure distaste in ao’nung’s voice, it makes you cringe, the second hand embarrassment of straight rejection in the face. You smile, he’s really showing no interest in these girls, you almost feel bad, but whats it to you?

“oh- well- you can- you can always come join us later or whatever, whenever y/n lets you go” you’re a bit offended, you aren’t holding ao’nung back from anything, especially these girls, any choice he makes is solely his decision.

“nah im good i prefer y/n anyways”

“whatever” the girls huff and puff and stomp off the space you guys we’re currently sitting at

“bit mean, don’t u think”

“i don’t care” you smile at his quick response

“i think a lot of people dislike our friendship ao’nung, you’re the next Olo’Eyktan and they think i’m competition. They can’t let me ruin their chances of becoming Tsahik.”

“tanhì, what are you even saying?”

“i just.. what i mean is.. you’re almost ready to find a mate, and you must choose wisely, as your choice will be the next Tsahik for our clan, she must work with you as one, and i feel like i’m holding you back from finding a good mate”

Ao’nung pays attention to you, listening to your worries with furrowed brows, he’s so good to you, always. It makes your heart squeeze when you think of him being this affectionate with any other girl, you’re selfish, you want him to yourself.

As much as this hurts, you will be open with him, but you will not open your heart to him as of now. You sigh, he grabs your hand and his thumb rubs soothing circles, telling you to continue.

“i think.. i think re’yal is a beautiful girl, her parents are talented and she takes after them-“ you are cut off.

“i couldn’t care less for re’yal” you tilt your head in confusion

“na’yi is a good healer”

“she is a good healer.”

Ah. It’s Na’yi that he’s chosen then. You look up at him, unable to stop your head from moving. He smiles. Ouch.

“i have the stupidest girl sitting in front of me right now” you hit him gently in the chest, he catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Woah. You’ve held hands multiple times but not this way. It feels different. You’re almost about to throw up.

Your eyes quickly drop down to his lips, god, you pray to Ewya that he doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and he thinks you’re so cute he could make-out with you right now.

“she’s so stupid but she’s also the prettiest, she’s really cute too, i think she’d make a great tsahik” you’re embarrassed now, what does this mean? why’s he such a jerk?

“i don’t think Na’yi wo-“

“tanhì, i don’t care about Na’yi, i do not want her.”

“Ao’nung.. allow me to help you, you cannot delay this anymore”

“y/n you just don’t get the hint do you?”

“what?”

Ao’nung groans frustrated, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, what he’s about to do right now might cause issues, he can’t find himself to care any longer though.

Ao’nung cranes his head enough so his lips are an inch away from yours, he looks at you with lidded eyes and you’re already looking at him

“let me kiss you” he asks and you don’t wait, you nod and he smashes his soft lips against yours, desperately. You’ve been wanting to do this, been wanting to kiss your bestfriend.

He grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, damn, he’s a good kisser. Not that you’ve kissed anyone else before, but he’s making you feel really good.

It’s fast, and you both are desperate, impatient, and incredibly in love. He grabs your waist to pull you closer and you whine into the kiss. Sweet. He’s never loved a sound more. His confession comes between kisses.

“y/n, i want you,” kiss. “and only you.” kiss.

you pull away and you’re breathing heavily, you look at ao’nung, pretty sure your eyes have hearts in them. “i-“ you don’t know what to say.

“I see you” you whisper, only meant for him to hear, with sincere eyes.

Ao’nung looks at you and his lips twitch into a small smile.

He goes into kiss you again and your hands find their way behind his neck, he pulls back and trails a few kisses from your jaw to your neck, you gasp softly when he finds your sensitive spot and sucks on it, sinking his teeth into your soft skin, you’re so sure this is gonna leave a bruise.

He kisses you again but this time openmouthed, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to ask for permission, you open your mouth more to let him in. “i love you so much” he whimpers into your mouth and you realize you wanna get out of here. Your feel yourself getting embarrassed as you realize the 4 girls probably saw your full on makeout session.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“lets get out of here ao’nung” you plead, doe eyes looking up at your lover. God, you make him crazy.

He takes your hand and leads you to his marui pod, you guys pass the 4 girls on your way there and by the look they’re giving you, you know they saw it, maybe even enjoyed it a bit. (jk) The girl’s eyes travel down to your neck where your fresh hickey lies and they immediately turn their backs around, unable to watch your love bloom any longer.

You laugh loudly and that causes ao’nung to turn around, your hands still intertwined as you giggle, ao’nung gets the hint on what you’re laughing at and smirks as he watches you, amused.

“bit mean, don’t you think?” he mocks you and you slap his arm, he throws that arm over your shoulder as you guys walk , the sound of your laugh rings in ao’nungs ears and he swears he’ll never love someone like he loves you.

[night-raven-tattler]

First kiss, what bliss... maybe...

Summary: Neither you nor your partner have had your first kiss yet. What kind of shenanigans would that information bring?

Characters: Cater, Jamil, Vil × GN!Reader (separate)

Warnings: misunderstandings

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Facing Cater after what happened felt like the hardest challenge you've ever gone through

Curse Magicam and curse couple tags and couple selfies, curse all of it!

The memory was fresh in your mind, making you cringe at the situation

You just wanted to take a cute selfie with your boyfriend, like any normal person

And you thought it would be funny and cute to kiss him on the cheek mid selfie

But he happened to have the same idea...

And your lips unceremoniously clashed over each other

As if the situation wasn't very embarassing already, Cater's reaction made it worse

He awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of his head, then left the room in a hurry

Horrible feedback for your first kiss, really

Were you that bad at kissing? But you didn't even have time to be bad, it was barely anything but his lips landing on yours

Sevens, even thinking about it made you feel like your face was on fire

You cursed all teen rom coms for lying to your poor teenage heart as you buried yourself under your blankets

But soon enough your phone started buzzing like crazy

One, twice, thrice

Twenty times

You picked it up to check what was going on, when you saw none other than your boyfriend spamming you with apology texts

"i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry" "i'm sorry"

His apologies only made you more confused

"wait why"

You could tell he was trying to pick between keysmashing his way to forgiveness and trying to find a coherent response as the loading chat bubble appeared and disappeared on your screen for a few minutes

In the end all he sent back was one text

"nvm i'm coming back to ur dorm stay there"

You undug yourself out of your fluffy pity party and, before you could process properly the situation you were in, Cater knocked at your door

You combed your fingers through your hair before taking a deep breath and opening the door

Just to see a Cater just as frazzled as you were

"I'm so sorry I didn't know what to do I wanted to be cute-"

"I was so stupid, I don't know what came over me, I panicked and-"

You talked over each other, then stopped and sunk into a bit of an awkward silence

Not even your conflict solving skills were on your side today

"Uhm, Let's just... I mean, can I come in?"

"I will let you in... before Riddle hears you used 'can' instead of 'may'."

Cater's eyes widened before he snorted, and a small smile blosommed on his lips

"Alright, don't mind me~"

His sing songy delivery came out slightly tense as he hesitated before stepping into your room and making a bee line to your bed

Another awkward, albeit shorter, silence took over the room before you sighed

"Cater, I'm sorry. I wanted to be cute and kiss you on the cheek, I'm sorry if I overstepped something or-"

"Oh, no no no! That's not it at all!"

Cater's cheeks grew redder than you've ever seen them

"You have nothing to apologise for! It's just..."

His eyes went from your face to the floor, then to the lamp on your nightstand

"It took my by surprise, and I was not prepared at all, and I reacted very poorly... It was so much different than what I thought our first kiss to be."

He reached out to his hair and started playing with a strand, something you noticed he did when he needed something to do with his hands

You took a seat next to him on the bed and sighed

"To be honest... I have no idea how I wanted our... first kiss... to be like... Since that was my first and all."

Cater's eyes widened and he snorted

"Yours too?"

Hearing his words, you turned to face him, and saw an expression hard to read

"Wait, what? Really?"

Cater nodded

You snorted, then burst into laugher

He had no idea why, but Cater also joined in with his own confused giggles

"So both our first kisses kinda sucked. Man...!"

Cater lied on your bed, obviously more relaxed than before

"...Well, at least I know I'm not the only victim of the lies about the romcom first kiss."

"You know what they say about misery loving company!"

You lied next to Cater, thinking about how ridiculous everything was

And you were glad to see Cater back to his more relaxed self

"So... No hard feelings, then?"

His question made you giggle

"None. Only if you promise me a proper redo, though."

Cater turned on his side, prompting his head on his arm

"Totally! Not right now, though. My heart had enough of a workout today."

"Same..."

You spent the rest of the day watching cute videos on his Magicam feed

The atmosphere turned back to normal once again, and you almost forgot about the incident

Until a few weeks later, when Cater was finally ready for the proper redo

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You were leaving Sam's and checking items off of a list, making mental notes to yourself

Ingredients for chakli and shankarpali? Check. Enough paper to make origami jasmines until your hands hurt? Check.

The permission slip from Kalim that allowed you and Jamil to stay out of the dorm for the night? Check. The contracts from Azul binding your friends to the responsibility of keeping Kalim in check while you and Jamil are away? Check

Were your preparations a little extreme? Maybe, but you had a very important goal in mind

Several weeks prior, you were bestowed with a very valuable information: Jamil never had his first kiss

Neither did you, but you wanted to do something about it

After a lot of shifts at the Mostro Lounge, you finally were able to put together the perfect date

A picnic under the stars in the garden of Ramshackle dorm, where you could create the perfect opportunity to give your boyfriend the first kiss he deserves!

You skipped on your way to your dorm from excitement and prepared everything for the special night

But whatever deities ruled over Twisted Wonderland decided that it would be funny to cause an unpredictable downpour on the very night you were planning to be out

All Jamil could do to help your disappointed self was to help you gather your things and resume the "picnic" in your dorm room

Despite him trying to comfort you, you still had a hard time recovering, as the night you were so emotionally invested in was ruined

Jamil sighed as it sunk in that the issue was deeper than he thought, and he made you sit down with him

"This wasn't just a normal date, was it? Talk to me, Reader."

You sighed and grabbed Jamil's hand

"I'm just... really disappointed, I guess. I worked really hard to make this date special! And this stupid rain ruined the night. I'm sorry..."

Jamil raised an eyebrow

"Special? Were you preparing something for a special occasion?"

You hated how perceptive he was sometimes

You looked away, and your reaction to his question was all the confirmation Jamil needed

He still waited for you to tell him, regardless of how embarassed you grew with every second of silence

So eventually you caved after what felt like a whole hour of silence

"...You know how you told me you haven't had your... your first kiss?"

Jamil listened to your explanation with a growing blush on his cheeks

"I wanted to make it memorable! I haven't had my first kiss either so I thought it would be great to make it great for the both of us! But then it started raining, and it made the food all soggy, and I just wasted three weeks of my life for a stupid contract with Azul and my friends to make sure Kalim doesn't accidentally start an international conflict while I'm trying to smooch you!"

Your little rant left Jamil speechless

You were expecting some sort of snort or sarcastic remark, but you heard... nothing

So you turned your face to look at Jamil

And he was deep in thought, eyes not even looking at you

His mouth opened and closed a few times

Jamil's face never settled on an expression for too long, his conflicted feelings coming to the surface

The silence was making your nervous, but it was obvious Jamil was weighting his words very carefully

"Reader, I don't need a special setting for you to show you care about me."

"I know you don't need it, but you deserve it! You work so hard all the time and you never get the praise you deserve, I wanted to spoil you as much as I could and give you an unforgettable memory..."

Jamil was rendered completely speechless

And, when your words finally sunk in, his face started burning like a campfire, and he pulled his hood over his head

"You... You are impossible..."

Your hand was still holding his, and you gave it a squeeze in reassurance

The silence that befell on you was just a bit awkward, but you gave Jamil time to recover emotionally

A few minutes passed when he pulled the hood off and asked you to make a pillow fort with him in your room

"I can't let your efforts go to waste, not after... after everything you've said."

Despite your disappointment, you'd never say no to a night with your boyfriend

So you took the chairs, Jamil took the blankets and pillows, and you set up a pretty nice fort

It wasn't the starry sky you imagined yourself sitting under, but maybe Jamil was right

You didn't need anything fancy to have a special moment

And the way he was clinging to you while you were running your fingers through his hair was even more special to you than anything

You chuckled to yourself at the visage of Jamil Viper, the most tense and closed off teen you know, completely making himself comfortable in your embrace as if your body was made to hold him and cherish him

He raised his head, his attention caught by your chuckle

Maybe it was the way Jamil looked more relaxed than usual or the way that he was simply looking at you, expecting nothing but to satiate a small curiosity

But Jamil looked really beautiful to you in that moment

And kissable...

"This is kind of embarassing... I really wanna kiss you right now..."

Jamil smirked at you

"I thought you needed a meteor shower and a full course meal to get a kiss."

"...Never mind, you ruined it."

You were sure he wouldn't let it die until you actually kissed

A problem you could solve really easily

You started plotting another plan; this one was simpler, and it involved just you making him look at you and leaning in a little closer...

『••✎••』

"Did you have any voice acting roles animated movies and stuff?"

Vil contemplated your question for a few seconds while he applied some skin cleanser on his face

"A few, yes. I prefer when people experience my presence fully when I act, but I don't mind bringing a different type of character to life if I like the project."

You were in Vil's room, using your priviledge of being the partner of a Housewarden to spend the night with your boyfriend without the need of a formal pass

As fair as Vil was, he didn't mind your daring actions as they amused him

To pass the time while Vil prepared himself to go to bed, you decided to play 20 questions

"Do you prefer open ended media or do you like to know what comes out of the fate of the characters?"

Vil was good at asking questions, as they really made you fall deep in thought

"Hmm... I think both are pretty great. It depends on the setting the most. An open ending works well with a thriller movie, but I like a proper ending for a romcom."

Your boyfriend hummed at your response

You watched Vil as he reached for his serum, and you caught a glimpse of a smile on his face

"Smart answer. That's the beauty of media, it allows you to tell different kinds of stories in different ways."

Vil opened the serum bottle and let a few droplets fall on his face

"Have you had your first kiss for a role or in real life?"

"Neither."

"Wait. Really?"

Vil snickered at your reaction as he met your eyes through his mirror

"What, is it really that shocking that I haven't had my first kiss yet?"

He was something else: usually people would be embarassed at the prospect of having to admit they haven't had their first kiss at all

"Kind of? I assumed that... well, I know that people who've been acting for as long as you have been exposed to a lot of things before the proper time."

"I can't deny that. I could say that I had a lot of people making sure I never did anything too... extreme."

Vil grabbed his moisturizer, and you had no idea how to feel about losing count of the products he has used so far

While he applied the product, Vil smiled to himself mischievously

"What about you? Have you had your first kiss?"

Your cheeks warmed up in embarassment

"No..."

Your reply was followed by an awkward laugh, and it drew a chuckle out of Vil

For the first time in a while, Vil got up from his chair and sat on his bed next to you, leaning closer

His closeness to you and your confession made your cheeks grow hot

The floral scent of his freshly applied products and the teasing glint in his eyes made you dizzy

"Oh? Is that so?"

Your confusion suddenly vanished as you realised what Vil was about to do

Were you about to kiss?! Right now?!

Vil leaned in very close to your face while you panicked and tried to figure out what to do

He kept a distance of barely two centimeters for a few seconds

Then he kissed your nose, making you confused

"You've been able to go on this long without your first kiss, you'll be fine waiting a little longer..."

You were shocked as Vil backed away with a smile on his face and cheeks dusted pink

It finally dawned on you: he was only teasing you

He only laughed when you gave him a swat to his thigh, wordlessly accepting your offense as warranted

The audacity of this guy...

"You really though I'd allow our first kiss to be anything less than spectacular? My line of work has been advertising a life changing moment, and I feel it's my duty to... live up to the hype."

Your indignation, as lighthearted as it was, refused to allow your pride to be wounded by such teasing

You raised yourself from your spot and, with a courage fueled only by impulsivity, you put your hand at the back of Vil's neck

You pulled Vil close to your face, action that earned you a gasp from your beloved

Almost all courage left you but you still continued with your plan: you waited a few seconds before pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth

"Your... line of work also has teasers and trailers, right? Consider this one of them."

Vil was more than shocked; to your surprise, he seemed awestruck by your actions

A lovely pink took over his face as a proud smile bloomed on his features

"Maybe I will."

『••✎••』

[show-your-fangs]

What about a teenage!Jack where his friends are over and keep commenting how his Mom (reader) is attractive and Aaron finds it funny but Jack is mortified?

this is fucking GOLD. enjoy another installment of moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 665

CW: nothing, cursing mostly.

Tags/warnings: jack's friends being pervs, cursing, jack defending his mom and dad.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

Aaron honestly couldn’t blame them. He honestly found it funny, how their cheeks would flush every time you walked past, seconds away from catching them saying the most inappropriate things about you. He knew they didn’t know he could hear them from his office, the angle keeping him hidden as he tried to work while also allowing for their voices to carry down the hall. 

Jack had brought his friends over for a pool day and he’d requested that the two of you leave them alone, that they could fend for themselves. But as much as he’d pleaded, you were still unable to stop yourself.

You’d made them snacks, prepared a homemade ice tea, would check in every so often to make sure they were doing okay. And every time, without fail, his friends would pretend to be utter gentlemen, thanking you profusely until you left them alone once more and they turned from the kids their parents through they were into the horny teenagers they really were. 

It became clear to Aaron immediately why Jack didn’t want you around. It had nothing to do with his independence but rather the fact that his friends clearly didn’t know how to act around his mom. They’d made every inappropriate comment a teenage boy could come up with, and every time Jack would groan or roll his eyes or politely ask them to chill. But every time you showed your face the comments would start up again. 

It was after lunch when shit hit the fan. You’d ordered a big family meal style delivery, had set up the large containers in the kitchen, with the boys’ help which they were eager to give, and had made a plate for yourself and Aaron. They thought you couldn’t hear them in the kitchen, thought they were being so slick, but they should’ve known better than to not wait for you to exit the room. 

“I still don’t know how your dad bagged her,” Eric started, clearly teasing. “She’s just so—”

“So out of his league,” Dylan finished and the two of them snickered together. 

“If I had a step mom like that…” Nick sighed and the other two chuckled, no words needed for the four of them to know what he wanted to say. Jack couldn’t help but cringe, the mere thought of his stupid friends thinking about you this way appalling. 

“You boys need anything else?” you said loudly from the kitchen, a cue for them to stop talking as you pushed the door open with your hip. 

“We’re okay, thanks mom,” Jack’s voice was chipper like it always was with you, always soft and kind. His friends’ immediately perked up at your requests, their eyes sparkling with what you could only imagine were requests that you definitely didn’t want to know about. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Hotchner,” they practically sang in unison, their teasing only getting more pronounced as you walked down the hall, desperately trying not to give them anything else to talk about, but apparently that was completely useless.

“Check out her ass—”

“Shut the fuck up, dude,” you heard Jack groan, his patience finally running thin. His friends stilled in an instant, your instinct to fix it slowly creeping up from your heart to your brain. But Aaron was quick, his hand wrapped around your waist before you could move. “How would you like it if I talked about your mom like that?”

Silence. 

“That’s what I thought,” he stated, confident. “So can you please just stop it?”

His words were followed by a string of mumbles and murmurs in agreement, ashamed apologies and admissions of guilt. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, Aaron quickly pulling you into his office so the two of you could erupt in a fit of giggles. It was cute, almost too adorable that the boy you’d met so long ago was now defending your honor to his friends, was standing up for his mom, for his dad, for his family. 

okay i'm trying to get through some of the requests. i apologize for not being as active, you know how fanfiction authors' lives go off the rails sometimes.

i'm going to try and post a few of these before my "taking some time off" announcement. i've got a big week coming up but know i am trying.

tag list: @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh, @cr1minalskies, @xladyxdreamer

[nobodyfamousposts]

Do you think people cling on too much to Adrien's high road advice as a reason to salt on him?

Yes, especially when there are plenty of other reasons to salt him that have previously been ignored. But to that end, it DOES serve as the final straw for people after a SERIES of problems that had previously gone unaddressed.

Much like many aspects of the show, Adrien has displayed problematic behaviors that have been overlooked and waved off in the earlier seasons. This is likely or especially due to the way how in each and every incident, Adrien was narratively shown to be correct. In his stance. In his choices. In his behaviors. He was always right. It doesn't matter if he shouldn't be, because he is.

Now unless you're a hater or anti or salter or whatever negative name people tend to get for not liking a story as it's presented, readers and watchers tend to follow along with the narrative as it presents things and how it presents things. It's a common setup in any story. Protagonist Centered Morality, I feel framed best by Susan in the Discord series:

Susan: ...and then Jack chopped down the beanstalk, adding murder and ecological vandalism to the theft, enticement and trespass charges already mentioned, but he got away with it and lived happily ever after without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done. Which proves that you can be excused anything if you're a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

Pretty much this. Most people will follow what the narrative says because it's the narrative. If the narrative wants you to focus on Marinette being embarrassed, you're going to focus on how much she's cringe. And if the narrative wants you to view Adrien as a perfect sunshine boy who never does anything wrong, anything he does is going to be framed through that lens and it's difficult to break from that view and call out the times when he is wrong. Not unless he does something particularly severe.

It should be noted that outside of Chameleon, Adrien had, among other things: lied to his partner, caused someone to get akumatized and had his partner take the blame, was messing around during life-threatening and city-threatening situations, did nothing as Chloe tormented people right in front of him, DEFENDED Chloe after she tormented people right in front of him, bailed on an event with friends to set up a date with someone who said she had other plans and then got mad at HER for it, tried to flirt or confess in the middle of an active crisis which took necessary attention away from said crisis, caused himself AND his partner to get hit by akuma powers and needlessly be taken out of commission.

And yet people could mostly overlook these instances. They weren't his fault. Chloe is his friend. Marinette is worse. He's just a kid. He has a tragic backstory. So on and so forth. Easy to overlook. Easy to ignore in favor of the Sunshine Boy setup people were given and want to believe in.

But there were three major instances that really grabbed people's attention and stayed:

His attitude in Frozer. It probably wouldn't have been so bad except this rejection already happened in Glaciator, where he was supposed to have learned a lesson and accepted just being Ladybug's friend and now apparently didn't, despite it happening earlier that very season. Then in response, he decides to date Kagami as a rebound, drags Marinette with him on his date (without realizing how he's asking his friend to be a third wheel on a DATE) and focuses on her when he's supposed to be with Kagami, throws another tantrum in the middle of an akuma fight and refuses to work with his partner when the city is literally frozen, and requires Ladybug to apologize to him for hurting his feelings before he finally working with her. Again. But okay, he's a teenage boy in love. Not used to rejection and got his feelings hurt. Lovesquare is endgame so of course it'll work out anyway, so it's not like this bump in the road is really going to matter long term so we shouldn't hold it against him. Fine. Dumb, but fine. We've forgiven it in other shows and other poorly done teen romances, we can forgive it here.

His behavior in Syren in which he demanded to know secrets from people when the secrets were not theirs to tell him, and went so far as to attempt to blackmail his kwami (which was funny) and threaten to quit and abandon the Ring that the big bad is after while the city is flooded and people were trying to not drown (which was decidedly less humorous). But it was played for wholesome when Plagg reassured him and he got what he wanted by Fu revealed himself even if Adrien did nothing to actually show he earned it, so all's well that ends well, I guess? And people could justify it because "they're partners" and "part of a team" and "she should trust him" and "it's not fair he's the only one left out of the loop" and "he has a right to know" and just general "Fu is an idiot" (which is admittedly hard to argue). So people were disgruntled, but most were willing to overlook it.

His holier than thou lecture to Marinette in Maledictator over everyone being happy Chloe was leaving. When all Marinette was doing at the time was watching everyone else have fun. When Adrien specifically guilted Marinette and not any of the other actual partiers involved who were literally throwing a party over his friend leaving and probably should have warranted a lecture more than the girl just standing there. When the girl in question was also Chloe's main target and out of everyone had valid reasons to be happy that her bully won't be around to bully her anymore. When Adrien himself has historically been present to witness Marinette being targeted including twice he witnessed Chloe attempt to steal from Marinette, once he witnessed her try to blackmail Marinette, and numerous other times when she actively caused harm to Marinette and others. When Adrien then proceeded to sit in a corner and pout rather than do anything else or just leave if the party really bothered him. When Adrien, if he really cared so damn much, could have gone after Chloe himself! Or y'know...have stood up for Chloe earlier when she got upset in the first place. But fine, okay, Chloe is his childhood friend. So maybe he's just being biased and oblivious to the fact that his "friend" is a horrible person. But people can excuse and justify it in that they are friends and friends support each other, and the longer someone is friends with someone else, the harder it is to break from them. And that Marinette was probably just the target of his lecture because she was the one there in the moment (and the only one who would listen without arguing). And her calling Chloe useless was "mean" despite it being quite frankly the least of what she could have said about her in the moment (coughcough theft cough blackmail cough punished the entire school cough TRIED TO CRASH A TRAIN AND NEARLY KILLED HER AND HER PARENTS COUGH-FREAKINGCOUGH). Fine. Childhood friend means Adrien supports her in all her horrible and even deadly actions. Frustrating, but again, able to be explained and you can see where he's coming from.

These are all things that definitely got Adrien some side eye at best and some detractors at worst.

BUT if you really think about it, all of these examples are objectively worse than his lecture to Marinette in Chameleon. Not accepting being told "no" and continuing to chase a girl who isn't that in to him (while leading on another). Putting lives at risk over personal wants that could quite honestly wait until AFTER the crisis is over. Defending someone who is harmful and guilt tripping the victims. Compared to those, telling someone to leave a liar to their lying seems relatively minor.

So why this? Why here? Why is it Chameleon that has people saying enough is enough? Why is it this episode that is causing the sunshine boy to be so tarnished and the subject of salt in fan fiction?

Because this is the time when it couldn't be rationalized. There wasn't even a valid sensible canon-based reason for his stance. The arguments that Adrien "knew confronting her wouldn't work" or that he "handled her like paparazzi" or that he "knew Marinette previously failed when she tried" (even though he wasn't there and didn't know) or that he "didn't think anyone would believe him" don't come from canon. Those were fan arguments made after the fact to justify him after the base was broken and the outcry became too much to ignore.

This case didn't have any of the ties or rationales of the previous incidents. Adrien wasn't defending himself or his place in a partnership. He wasn't fighting for his love or his dream or an outcome he wanted and that we all knew was coming—if anything, he was fighting against her. He wasn't defending a friend like he did with Chloe—I mean, it's pretty evident he doesn't even really know or like Lila at this point, and for all intents and purposes, this is apparently only the second day he actually had any interaction with her. There was no notable reason Adrien really had for why he essentially chose to protect Lila over literally anyone else as she wasn't a friend and it wasn't in his interests to protect her from a consequence that wouldn't hurt her short term as much as it would likely harm everyone else long term.

And yet, he still defended her and her freedom to lie. Over Marinette. Over Ladybug. Over his friends. Over any sense of right and wrong he seems to have no problem throwing around when it comes to Marinette/Ladybug. Which seems like he targets her 9 times out of 10 compared to pretty much anyone else by this point. So it's little wonder then that people who didn't already hate the lovesquare because of the cringe factor from Marinette started to hate it for being incredibly unhealthy given that their relatively limited interactions tend to involve him lecturing her for failing to live up to his double standards that only seem to apply to her in any given situation.

This incident by itself doesn't seem like much, but when looked at as part of the series as a whole, it's when people couldn't keep overlooking this trend. Where he seems to admonish the wrong person. Where he acts like a mouthpiece rather than a person. Talks like he’s wise in a situation he seems to have a childish and one-sided view of. Acts like a brat but is treated as though he has no accountability in the situation he causes. Where he is wrong but no one and certainly not the narrative acknowledges it (not until season five and two seasons too late when it doesn't matter and he's still not the one facing consequences for it).

And it's not like he actually follows the stances he himself promotes. In Chameleon, canon presents him with this idealistic stance that Lila could change if given a chance, except he doesn't give her a chance. He doesn't push her to be a better person. He doesn't support or in any way help her to be the better person he insisted to Marinette she could be. He also doesn't do anything or warn anyone when she keeps lying and actively harms the people he says he cares about. He doesn't do anything one way or the other other than some lackluster encouragement to stop lying and a warning that goes nowhere. It just further gives credit to the argument that Adrien either simply doesn't care about other people, or that he doesn't care for Marinette specifically. Neither is conducive to the lovesquare or the increasingly tarnished view of the "sunshine boy".

And it could have worked. Canonically and intrinsically to his character. His idealism and trust in the wrong person comes back to bite him. He learns and grows from it. Except that, much like with nearly everything he does in canon, Chameleon set it up that Adrien was the writers' mouthpiece and thus was not "wrong". I'll grant that they did have him admit it and apologize to Marinette for it two seasons later, but it is pretty evident that during Chameleon, they intended his lecture to be right, with no foreshadowing and no implication otherwise. And I'm fairly certain they only backtracked and had him do that much because of the amount of fan outrage over the episode.

So yes, I think his lecture in Chameleon was really a final straw since unlike Chloe, Adrien has NO relationship with Lila to justify his defense of her. Especially when the argument is in favor of letting her lie to the people he's supposed to care about. That combined with how jarring it was how most of the class just sided with Lila over the seat issue in the first place, and I think people were less inclined to just ignore the problems in the episode specifically and with the series as a whole as they were compared to the first and second seasons. Not just with Adrien, as we see that Alya also started getting more callout and salt since then as well as more retrospective scrutiny over her behavior in earlier seasons.

But yeah...Chameleon was where things seemed to take a 180, so it's bound to be the deciding episode and deciding incident that sticks out in people's minds with these characters. That's probably why it ends up the go-to for salt and complaints on the characters involved instead of any of the other incidents that would arguably warrant it more.

[belokhvostikova]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | Following Friday’s events, Eddie Munson was on a mission to apologize to you, though everything fell short when your life began to crumble in a matter of hours.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, yelling, crying, self-deprecating thoughts, violence, experienced anxiety and panic attack, mentions of childhood abuse and neglect, and brief mentions of blood, body shaming, and non consensual touching.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to need all of you to ignore the blatantly unrealistic process of making a book in this story, lol. If there are any necessary warnings that were accidently left out, please feel free to let me know!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

Whatever mantra of the Munson Doctrine Eddie had been feeding himself to believe about the highest of the social hierarchy embedded within Hawkins High was really starting to fall short, specifically when your pretty face started monopolizing every one of his thoughts imaginable. 

As much as he’d like to admit otherwise, Eddie Munson liked staring at your face, and it was really starting to piss him off just how much he really liked doing it. And the situation only became worse when he steadily watched your wonted bewitching smile fade into a disheartened look of dejection, because that following weekend after your impromptu photo shoot with Hellfire, became the worst week of your life.

And Eddie Munson watched it entirely unravel right in front of him.

It never really occurred to Eddie just how much he’d casually gawk at you prior to said photo shoot. I mean, you were the face of the school, of course, you were hard to miss when you practically lit up the halls with your smile. And that’s merely what Eddie had chalked it up to; your popularity involuntarily placed you at the forefront of his attention. It wasn’t the small strands of baby hairs that perfectly framed your face, whether you decided to keep your hair natural, or styled it for the fun of it; it wasn’t your enthralling eyes that seemed to almost squint close because your cheeks became so full of delight with your spellbinding laugh; and it definitely wasn’t your apologetic reassurance that everything was okay to the kid from the drama club who accidentally bumped into you, causing you to drop your books, and you gave Andy McAvoy a stern talking to when he tried to defend your honor with violence against the poor kid. 

No, it was none of that that caught Eddie Munson’s attention to you (he forced himself to believe).

But now, things are different.

He’d actually gotten a chance to talk to you—yes, that cafeteria instance was the first time Eddie Munson had ever actually spoken to you, and he berated you with dehumanizing comments—and he blew it with his rash decision to automate you into a box of prissy cheerleaders that had nothing better to do than gossip with their friends- ah yes, that box, that was formulated by sexist losers who used it to justified their mean actions against innocent teenage girls. Oh, fuck, Eddie cringed to himself at the sudden self-realization. 

He had to fix this. He didn’t even have to confess his feelings—which, he didn’t have *cough* *cough*—he just had to apologize for his mistakes. What he wanted to believe to be patronizing was actually sincere on your part, and you didn’t deserve any of his degrading tirade. And his conscience was letting it be known. Resuming the campaign had been a shit-show that Friday, when all he could focus on was your crying face. It became even worse when he realized that he’d never actually seen you drive—always painfully third-wheeling with Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, or silently pleading to Patrick McKinney to control Andy McAvoy when he felt entitled to nonconsensually feel you up in his convertible when they drove you to school—meaning you were probably left crying alone at night waiting to be picked up, or worse, walking home. And you did it just for him. For his friends. To be included in some stupid fucking yearbook, because he made a big deal out of it in the first place.  

Oh, shit, he was an awful fucking person, Eddie thought.  

So, come Monday morning, he would apologize. He had all weekend to find the right words, rehearse his apology to perfection, and plan when to actually say it to you. 

But Eddie Munson never got to correctly apologize to you on Monday. 

Because aforementioned, Monday was the start of the worst week of your life, and he got scared and simply watched everything happen.

- 

“No running in the halls, young lady.” Mr. Long sternly reminded, as you zoomed past him.

“Sorry, sir.” You weren’t sorry. The second he turned the corner, you picked up the pace and ran to the newspaper room, frantically attempting to shove the slender key into the slot with shaky hands. 

Earlier on Saturday, the Yearbook Committee had worked to finish the final draft of the Hawkins High 1986 Yearbook, and with the team’s effort, you all concluded the first official copy that held the recognition of all staff and students intertwined with a school year’s worth of memorabilia, squished between the glossy green and orange cover that encapsulated Hawkins High. 

And now, you were about to destroy it. 

Sixty minutes. You had sixty minutes. You managed to wake up early that Monday morning, practically running to school, and situating yourself within the newspaper room—sweaty and exhausted—an hour early before the bell rang to commence the school day. In truth, you’d like to say you were a badass, and demolished the yearbook with no regrets, but reality had quite literally sucked, and you were panicking for a solid five minutes before you came to a consensus. 

It had to be destroyed- well, not destroyed, just unbinded. God, you were such a dramatic coward. 

See, that Saturday afternoon with the Yearbook Committee, you had done your part, you really did. You gathered photos, helped have them printed, assisted Nancy Wheeler with the placement of pages, and took over binding the book together when Fred Benson’s scrawny hands cramped into oblivion. You also may have—very discreetly—had Hellfire’s picture printed, created an entirely new page to fit them between the Glee and Math Club, and it was then you realized you didn’t even know half of their names. It had never occurred to you on Friday night that—with the exception of Eddie Munson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler—you never caught the names of the other four members, prompting you to lose precious time after having to locate their stupid names in the student registry for identification—they weren’t stupid, you were just really frustrated at that point.

And now, on this fine Monday morning, you persevered through blistering callouses, contracting muscles, and sore knuckles to unbind and bind back the yearbook with an additional page within the “Hawkins High’s Clubs” recognitional section.

Hellfire’s page.

And it was perfect. 

The pages were still intact with their crisp stiffness of that of a newly unopened book, and you cleaned off any smudges that impaired the quality of work within the creation. You stood back. You couldn’t help the soft giggle that left your lips at the mere sight of Hellfire sticking out like a sore thumb against the formality of the other photos—in true Hellfire fashion. But there it was. Their title, their photo, and their names that gave them the minimal ask to simply be acknowledged in a school that consistently disregarded their beings, and you were happy they finally got it. They deserved it. Even if Friday’s event left you crying alone in your bed feeling awful. It was worth it. Your thumb gently caressed the smooth page of their photo—Eddie’s photo—and reminisced on that night.

Had you actually done something terrible? Was Eddie right to call you out on your actions? You certainly knew you hadn’t caused this entire commotion out of pitiness, though you understood where he may have interpreted it as such. I mean, even though you never did anything, your friends made his life a living hell, villainizing his differences, casting him as a danger to society, affecting his life beyond just a superficial high school social life. It was true torment. 

You understood the facade which Eddie Munson had to put on to protect himself, but what you didn’t understand was the sudden shallowness that appeared when you thought you proved yourself to be more than just a ditzy cheerleader. Why were you even trying to prove yourself to some guy? Eddie Munson was an awful person. Right? He yelled at you, judged you, degraded you, and all for nothing- well, as far as you knew. So yeah, Eddie Munson was an awful person. You may have understood him, but he was still an asshole. You’d done your part, adding Hellfire to the yearbook, and that was that. That was all you needed to do. You no longer had to think about his stupid feelings, his stupid hair—which you totally didn’t want to run your hands through—his stupid brown eyes that made you shutter as they bore into yours, and his stupidly beautiful smile. You also kinda wondered how his hands might feel on your-

“What are you doing here?”

Jesus Christ, how long has Nancy Wheeler been standing there? You didn’t even hear the door open. 

“Uh, um, j-just looking at the, uh, yearbook?” You mumbled. You wished you had better control over your facial expressions, because right now, Nancy Wheeler was eyeing the fuck out of your worried guise. 

“You came to school early just to see the yearbook?” She questioned. 

“W-well, yeah, I mean, isn’t that why you’re here early? …Right?” You prayed.

Nancy blinked. “Yeah, I guess, just had to make sure everything was correct before Fred takes it to make copies.”

“Oh, Fred’s here?” You piqued with interest. 

Fred Benson didn’t actually pique your interest all too much—though, it was quite fascinating seeing how fast his slender fingers would cramp after just a couple minutes of working—but he did give the perfect escape from Nancy Wheeler’s captious glare. 

“Uh, yeah, he’s out front waiting for the book-”

“I’ll hand it to him!” You interjected, watching her face scrunch with confusion. You could only awkwardly laugh, “You know me and Fred,” you zoomed right past her, “just always so, uh… tight.” And you left without further explanation. 

Shoving Mr. Long’s word of chastisement right up his ass, you ran down the empty hall, yearbook held tightly in your tired hands, as you rejected any of Nancy’s calls for you to come back. Reaching the double glass doors, you spotted Fred mindlessly tweaking with his camera in the front seat of his car.

“Fred!” You could visibly make out the bewildered “huh” that fell from his gaping mouth from your sudden appearance. “Fred, here take this and go!” You shoved the yearbook past the small crack of his window. 

“W-wait, didn’t Nancy want to che-”

“No, she sent me to give this to you!” You urged. “And she said go now, or else the copies won’t be done in time!” My god, the entirety of this situation had you lying more than you ever had in your life. 

“But the distributors don’t close until six-”

“Fred, I don’t care!” You whined. “Do you really want to make Nancy upset?!” If your calculations were correct, Nancy Wheeler’s flats were currently speed walking—she was one to follow the rules—past Mrs. Durberry’s science classroom, meaning you had ten more seconds until she appeared. 

“Well, n-no-”

“Then drive! Now, please!” He scrambled to turn his car on, and luckily, the old piece of junk managed to roar alive with a heavy blow of carbon dioxide, and you heaved watching Fred Benson skirt past the incoming wave of students on bikes and cars, leaving tire tracks on the cracked pavements. When he came back, you’d be sure to apologize for demanding him so aggressively.

Nancy Wheeler screamed your name. 

Turning around, she came pummeling towards you with a might of pure irritation. “What the hell was that?! I didn’t even get to check the book!”

You huffed with exhaustion. It was only 8:18 a.m and it had already been a long day. “Nance, come on, I’ve been on the Yearbook Committee for the last three years, don’t you trust me by now?” Admittedly, guilting Nancy probably wasn’t the best option, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I don’t care how long you’ve been in the committee, I have the authority to make final calls, not you!” Gee, you really had an act for getting people to yell in your face. Were you actually the problem?

“Look, I understand, but I promise everything was perfect with the yearbook. I mean, come on, you saw the finished product on Saturday when we completed it.” You reasoned. 

Nancy took a deep breath to regulate herself. “This is your only strike.” She pointed a finger at you like a child. “You pull something like this again, and you're off the committee. Understand?”

You swallowed thickly. The trouble you went through just for Eddie Munson- his friends. Just for his friends. “Yes, I understand.” You submitted quietly. “But I promise, the book was fine, everything is going to be perfectly okay.”

Everything was not perfectly okay.

Because unlike your little white lie of being “tight” with Fred Benson, he actually was with Nancy Wheeler, and, boy, did he rat you out when he paged through the printed copies of the yearbook and found the seven believed satanic cultists mischievously smiling right back at him, tainting the committee’s precious work. 

-

It was in the midst of your A.P U.S History class when the staticy call of your name over the intercom interrupted Mr. Whitney’s lecture of the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and prompted you to the principal’s office at 10:57 a.m. Now, it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Principal Higgins to often call you down as you were a valued student representative of Hawkins High, though you quickly knew your visitation had nothing in relation to an honor medal or scholarship award. No, it became quite evident that such subject matter was beyond any congratulations to you, because upon entering, you were faced with a choleric Nancy Wheeler, displeased Principal Higgins, and timid Fred Benson. You were fucking screwed, I mean, Principal Higgins quite literally had a yearbook in his hand. Crazy part of it all is that a good third of your being actually believed you may have gotten away with it, but they managed to find out in a matter of two fucking hours. Who were you kidding?

There was only so much nonchalant-ness you could mask, though your previous revelation of being unable to control your facial expressions was really biting you in the ass, and your insistent cracking under pressure was palpable. 

Your wide eyes flashed between everyone as they stared you down. You didn’t speak. You couldn’t even manage to speak. And they didn’t speak. Why wasn’t anyone speaking?

“Aw, you miss me already, Higgy-”

Everyone’s attention snapped at Eddie’s sneering voice as he strutted his grand entrance, though he was quick to flinch back in surprise when he saw everyone looking at him. And you, shit you were here! You were here looking at him. He’d been searching for you all morning just to apologize, and now you were here… with everyone… why was everyone here?

“Now that I have everyone situated,” Principal Higgins cleared his throat, “I’d like to clear up a matter that has been brought to my attention. I’m sure as you all are well aware of, an unauthorized change has been made to our yearbook and I’m looking to get to the bottom of it.” Higgins turned to you, “Ms. Y/L/N,” he spoke with such care, “this is a safe place for honesty. Did Mr. Munson subject you into making these changes?” With a dramatic slam to his desk, the yearbook was turned open to showcase Hellfire’s designated spot on the page.

“What?!” Both you and Eddie questioned in unison. 

“I didn’t “subject” her to shit!” He was quick to rightfully defend. 

“Language!” Principal Higgins was even quicker to yell back. 

The atmosphere was taut, and it felt like their judgmental stares were swallowing you into an endless blackhole of utter disappointment and failure. You couldn’t even muster up the courage to meet their gaze, simply staring at the old rug beneath your sneakers, wishing it’d come alive and consume you already. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, is that true?” Principal Higgins lectured you.

A part of Eddie actually wished you would have lied and accused him of being the aggressor while you were the helpless victim, because that was the usual reality of Eddie Munson: to be denigrated. It would have justified his previous beratement against you from Friday, it would have supported his initial beliefs about you, it would have cleared him of being an asshole, and most of all, it would have changed the way he viewed you, from a genuinely beautiful person inside and out that took a sincere interest in bringing simple recognition to him and his friends to a cold-hearted superficial bitch that chalked up this elaborate plan as a vendetta with your jock friends.

But Eddie Munson knew you weren’t like that.

Which only made it hurt worse when he watched you pain through the sting of your manicured nails stabbing into your palms and your teeth sinking into your tender lip.

“Y-yes, that’s, uh, true, sir.” Your voice was so delicate, Eddie was ready to jump in and just take the blame. “He didn’t make me do anything, it was, uh, all me. I lied, and made him and his friends take the photo. And, well, I, uh, added the page and told Fred to print it.”

You shuddered at the sudden slap of the book, as Principal Higgins closed it with much despondency against you. “And is there valid reasoning as to why?!” Principal Higgins wasn’t one to be known for his placidness and he was quick to make that apparent. “You are the best student at this establishment, you should not be falling under influence of a hooligan like Mr. Munson! How have you fallen so naive all of a sudden?!”

You were really tugging on Eddie’s heart the way your eyes grew round with panic, completely helpless to the grown man scolding you, just as he did last Friday. And while he may have caused it the initial time, he’d be damned to watch it happen to you again.

“Hey, look, you can insult me all you want, but you don’t have to yell at her like she made some dire mistake!” Eddie lambasted Principal Higgins, far more harsh than any regular tone Eddie used when he was regularly being reprimanded. 

Higgins could only scoff in disbelief. “Vandalizing school property isn’t a mistake to you, Mr. Munson?! Well, given your grotesque track record of uncivilized activities, it seems as though I’ve answered my own question!” He sneered back with intended offense.

“Please, ‘vandalizing school property?!’” Eddie mocked. “She fucking put our picture in the yearbook, and for good reason, too. You’re the one at fault here, excluding students from recognition!”

The thudding sound of your heartbeat was completely muting you from the onslaught of shouts that was suffocating you in the tight room. While Nancy Wheeler was beginning to contemplate if telling Principal Higgins was too far, Fred Benson was merely watching with joy that none of the blame was being casted on him, and you, well, your body was racking with stiffness, as it suddenly felt like your airway was tightening every breath out of you. Your hands began shaking by your side, unable to control the instantaneous wave of trepidation, as everything was beginning to blur around you. 

And no one was noticing. 

“I have rightful reasons to exclude your gang of misfits from my yearbook!” Principal Higgins walked from his desk, standing against Eddie with pure spite in his eyes. “You and your posse of cons and aberrations have done nothing but taint the reputation of our school and town, running around like imbeciles who have nothing better to do than waste their lives away! And I will not stand to have you be associated with the work I’ve done to correct this school from delinquents like yourself!”

Chest heaving and nostrils flared, the Eddie Munson from the cafeteria instance was back, though angrier, and he was two seconds from actually gaining an assault charge from hitting Principal Higgins square in the face. But the older man was quick to turn, and eject his dissonant castigate towards you. 

“And you, missy!” Your eyes were blinking posthaste with fret to control the swell of tears that were burning your eyes, at the clashing outburst being directed against you. “How did you even gain the facilities to take such picture?!” 

Your mouth was dry with consternation, unable to formulate words, and simply quivering your mouth open.

And unlucky for you, Fred Benson spoke for you.

“After our yearbook meeting on Friday,” heads snapped at his gravelly voice, “she said she was going to stay after to work, and that she would lock up herself. She must have taken the key, and stolen a camera.”

Higgins scoffed with great disgust as he judged you, before turning to Nancy. “Ms. Wheeler, as president of the Yearbook Committee, had you permitted her to do so?” 

Nancy looked at you with guilt. She hadn’t anticipated the situation to blow up this much, though she spoke honestly to the authoritative eyes of Higgins. “Uh, no, I didn’t.” She meekly answered. 

“And Mr. Munson,” Eddie rolled his eyes, trying to control his frustrations before doing something he wouldn’t be able to take back. “When did Ms. Y/L/N enforce these photos?”

“Why the hell does that even matter?” Eddie gritted with a clenched jaw of tension.

“Mr. Munson, you choose not to answer me, and I will not hesitate to place you as an accomplice, and you certainly cannot afford another detention or suspension if you’re planning on finally ending this school year as a graduate.” In a perfect world, Eddie Munson would have lied for you and lessened whatever punishment you were about to receive, but Hawkins, Indiana was far from perfect, the threat made him budge under the pressure of his potential future and your distraught eyes.

“It was, uh, after her cheer practice. After school.” He sheepishly murmured with regret.

“Ah,” Principal Higgins turned to your shaking stature. “So, not only did you make unauthorized changes to the school yearbook, but you stole school property, used our equipment prohibitively outside of school hours, and actively unsubordinated my authority. I have to say, I am awfully disappointed in the person you have become, Ms. Y/L/N, and I am ashamed to have valued you so highly when you simply choose to go down the path of delinquency.” Everything about Principal Higgins words were humiliating and slammed you into a vicious cycle of believing the worst about yourself. “Finish the rest of your day,” he sighed, “but you’ll be suspended for the rest of the week for your actions.” Your heart sank at his news, and Eddie stood dumbfounded that he contributed to it. 

Your visions grew blurry under the swell of tears, and your breath was becoming sporadic with panic, and everyone just kept fucking staring at you. “N-no, sir, p-please!” You choked, “I-I have scholarships, a-and acceptances that I-I’m still waiting to hear back from, this could ruin that for me, p-please, sir!”

While your pleads were being disregarded, everyone stood stun watching your fate unfold in front of you. Eddie Munson didn’t know what to do. Nobody did. On top of being berated by him from Friday, you were now facing the worst possible consequence for something so trivial, and he watched it happen. Granted, there was quite literally nothing Eddie could do to fix the situation, but seeing you stand there, panicked about your future and trying to conceal your incoming sobs through the ache of heart palpitations, it was fucking excruciating for him to witness. 

“You should have thought about that before you made your choices. Everything is on you.” His words were ringing in your ear like a loop confirming everything you’ve ever hated about yourself. “I’ll be sure to let your father know of the news, and as for your spot on the committee, it is up to Ms. Wheeler to determine where you stand. Now go, everyone back to class.”

Fred Benson was first to leave, giddy to have been cleared from any trouble. Eddie Munson should have left, but he couldn’t stand to leave, simply watching you turn to Nancy Wheeler in a flash. Your round eyes were pleading to her to let you stay, but her previous words of “This is your only strike,” was tormenting you. She sighed, “I’m sorry,” and the shake of her head answered everything before she could verbalize it. 

You were off. 

You stormed out of the room, bumping shoulders with Eddie, though with no malice intent, just simply needing to get out. The second you reached the clearing of the empty hall, your tears were drowning your cheeks, your sobs so unbearably hard your breathing staggered for release. Suddenly, your little cashmere sweater felt like it was sticking to your skin, giving you hot flashes that brought dizziness to your pounding head. The blood battering your ears cleared out any noise, including Eddie’s calls of your name. He reached out to hold your arm, causing you to severely flinch in hysteria, and he appeared devastatingly concerned for your state of being.

“Sorry! Ar-are you okay?” He winced at the loud sob you choked out, as he felt stupid for even asking you that question. “Look, everything, uh, everything’s gonna be fine.” He rushed to reassure. In truth, Eddie Munson was completely talking out of his ass, he didn’t know if everything was going to be fine, your panicking was just causing him to panic, and all he wanted was for you to be okay. “J-just, uh, breathe for me.” He offered. 

“I-I c-can’t! I’m scared, Eddie, help me!” You pleaded with frightened eyes. 

Your beg hit too close to home. Suddenly, Eddie was a little boy curled up in the corner of his trashed living room, as he watched his parents abuse one another with words and fists. He pleaded the same words to his parents, who merely ignored his shaking little body. Such horrific events disfigured Eddie Munson’s belief of healing. No one cared for his emotions, no one cared for his feelings, and no one cared to make sure he was okay. So, yes, Eddie Munson yelled at you Friday night because he was petrified. Petrified to be hurt, just as everyone else had done, because to Eddie Munson, that was his fate. To be hurt and to be forgotten. Maybe that’s why he cared so much about being excluded from the school yearbook. While anyone would have rightfully been upset, being excluded cemented the notion that Eddie Munson was disposable. His father spoke it, the townspeople spoke, his teachers spoke, and his peers spoke it. But you didn’t, and that fucking scared him. It’s why he yelled, it’s why he panicked, and it’s why he’d try anything to help you right now.

“I-I know, sweetheart, just listen to me, please.” He quietly spoke. “I’m not gonna touch you or anything, I just really need you to listen to me.”

You fervently nodded your head, and he sighed with relief, because though minor, it was progress, and progress was incredible.

“I, uh, I want you to focus on my voice, okay?” His wide eyes connected with your red ones. “I wouldn’t lie to you, and I mean it when I say everything will be okay. I-I’ll make sure of it.” 

Could he physically do that? No. But would he try his damn hardest, putting his being through anything to make it happen? Yes. For you.

“Okay, I want you to-”

“What are you doing to her?!”

Eddie’s eyes screwed shut with disappointment. 

Jessica fucking Lewis.

“Get away from her!” She charged past him to get to your hysterical figure. “Did you do something?!”

“No, no, I’m trying to fucking help her.” Eddie implored. “Stop yelling, she’s having a fucking panic attack.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Don’t fucking come near her ever again, you freak!” Eddie watched as you tried to get your words out, but your shrinking throat made it impossible to get your voice out, and he recoiled, watching the fear in your eyes as Jessica held a tight grip in your arms. 

But before he could stop her, Jessica was dragging you into the girls bathroom, and he stood frozen doing everything in his power to not rip out his hair in frustration. 

-

Aside from her fault-finding comments against Eddie, Jessica Lewis had actually been a fairly good friend to you through the years of cheer, connecting with the girls through the pact of lifelong sisterhood, as she insisted. Though such pact also came with unwarranted advice when she felt one of you was “falling out of line” with a pristine, perfect image. That being said, when she found you panicking at the hands of Eddie Munson, she was actually concerned, impetuous, yes, but concerned, nonetheless. She’d sat with you, decisively skipping the rest of Mrs. Otis’ home economics class, to console you, bitching out any innocent girl to leave as they attempted to alleviate themselves, while you sat heaving with the back of your thighs sticking to cold tiles of the bathroom. When you did finally manage to catch your breath and calm your heart rate to a healthy status, Jessica had petted your hair with care, constantly asking what was wrong and what Eddie had done. Through your tremored voice, you hoarsely clarified that “He didn’t do anything,” and “He was just trying to help.” That revelation had actually baffled Jessica Lewis, honestly, some part of her believing you to be lying, but she gave it a rest when you assiduously shook your head in response to her asking what was actually wrong. By then, the bell had rung to signal the start of third period.

And it was during said third period when your situation only worsened completely unbeknownst to you.

While you were in the middle of trying to focus on your quiz—which proved damn near impossible after today’s events—Fred Benson was seemingly trying to get back at you for nearly inducing him into a heart attack after your actions almost cost him his spot on the Newspaper and Yearbook Committee (In reality, Nancy Wheeler had only yelled at him for not previously checking the books).

See, once Fred had informed the rest of the Yearbook Committee of what you had done and how you were being punished, the news had spread like wildfire; nerds, geeks, punks, jocks, everyone knew one version or another. “Perfect Cheerleader Falls Under Satanic Cultist’s Influence and Vandalizes School Facilities,'' small town high school students sure had a talent to dramatize any given situation. You’d only taken a picture, that’s all it was, but the students of Hawkins High had conspired together to formulate you into a freak slut who allegedly got fucked by the Eddie Munson after cheer practice in exchange for putting his club in the yearbook.

As the students of your class hurtled to mitigate the dreaded boredom of the school day with the clashing laughter and stale food of lunch, you sighed in your seat, head pounded and anxiety still churning in your mind and stomach, slowly packing up your belongings before handing over the quiz—quite literally the worst you’ve ever performed on one. Lunch seemed like the worst possible thing to conquer, right now. Despite the horrid grumbling of your stomach, you felt no need to satiate that hunger, as your appetite was long gone for the afternoon. In addition, you’d known Jessica Lewis long enough to know that she had informed all your friends of your panic attack, and if you chose to call her out on it, you knew you would only be met with a “I’m only trying to help,” as if you needed an intervention. She’d done it to Paige Semore when the girl healthy gained a couple pounds over the summer and got ridiculed by Jess.

But when you entered the cafeteria, you quickly wished you were subjected to Jessica Lewis’ harmful “advice”, rather than the reality you got.  

The sound of the heavy double doors announced your arrival, and suddenly all eyes were on you. No, like quite literally, all eyes were on you. No greeting smiles from acquaintances, no shying-away looks from crushing students, no bright wave hello from Chrissy Cunningham from across the cafeteria, in fact, she was heavily avoiding you, seemingly finding the table more interesting as Jason Carver glared at you. Everyone was staring at you as if, without notice, you had become the town pariah. Because you had. Your perturbation had bombarded you like a missile hit, as quiet whispers flooded your senses. Peering around you caught his eyeline. Eddie. His brows had severely been furrowed with much worry, because he knew. He knew how quickly it went around, and he knew just how bad the news got twisted. Now, he was no stranger to the onslaught of destructive rumors, but you weren’t, and with the day you had, his chest was pounding with dread for you.

Chalking it up to merely being in your head, you swallowed the lump in your throat, and with quick steps, you sped to your usual lunch table. But everyone kept staring- your friends were staring. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You whispered, as they genuinely looked at you with disgust. 

“Why don’t you tell us?” Jason scowled. “Seems like you’re the one who caused all of this, you desperate slut.”

Your mouth dropped incredulously. “What did you just call me?”

“You fucking heard me!” Jason stood from his chair, rejecting Chrissy’s quiet ask to not cause a scene. “It’s exactly what you are.” He laughed.

Eddie Munson’s residual anger was fueling. Hard. He stood from his chair all the way across the room, metal legs scraping the floor with a deafening screech. But his presence only caught the worst attention. “Oh, would you look at that? Your little freak coming to help you?”

Eddie faltered at your watery eyes, begging for everything to just stop. If he spoke, nothing would help you. “What are you talking about?” Your voice stung with pleads to just understand what was happening to you.

“Stop acting like you don’t fucking know!” Andy’s booming voice startled you. “You wanna choose some gross freak to fuck, then fine by us, go right ahead, but don’t think that you’ll be able to with us!” Andy McAvoy was taking it far more personal. He liked you. That was obvious. But hearing the rumors simply led him to believe you chose Eddie Munson over him.

“What?” Your voice cracked in distress. 

Eddie had had enough. 

“She didn’t fucking do anything!” He marched his way over. All the boys of the basketball team stood in preparation for a fight that Eddie Munson was known to love to finish. Finish, not start. “Your bland lives got that fucking boring you all have to go around making shit up to make things interesting?! She didn’t do anything!”

“Aw, defending your precious little fuck toy, isn’t that cu-”

Chrissy Cunningham's shrilling scream startled the entire cafeteria as Jason Carver’s blood stained her powdery skin. You flinched at the bone-crunching punch that busted Jason’s pretty face, and everything felt heavy in your chest. Your hands were beginning to shake beyond your control, as everything was horrifyingly disfiguring in front of you. It was happening again. Before your mind was about to shut off from the assault of today’s events, your instinct had elicited all rash decisions, and you had to leave. All you could comprehend was the diffusing sounds of students instigating the fight before everything fell silent and you trudged down the hall to escape.

Staff were quick to call Eddie’s name before another detrimental hit was casted upon Jason. It was only then, Eddie’s judgment was left unclouded, and he noticed you were gone. “Did she leave?” He hadn’t necessarily asked anyone in particular, moreso questioning himself, but Chrissy Cunningham had ardently answered him with a swift nod of her head and bulging eyes of fear. 

Eddie broke through the doors with force, catching you near the end of the hall. “Y/N!” You didn’t turn, though. Every repeated call of your name fell with no response, and he chased you down, following you into the zephyr of the afternoon weather outside. “Y/N, c’mon, wait!” He’d grabbed your arm.

“What?!”

Eddie staggered at your biting tone. Not once, in the four years he’d known of you—freshman to senior year—had he ever heard your voice so malicious, yet drowning in urgence to make everything stop. Your inconsolable state devastating him helplessly. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He sighed so softly.

“‘Sorry?’” You affronted. “Now you’re sorry?! After everything that’s happened! Why, is it out of fucking pity?!” Internally, Eddie was begging you to stop, because if you kept yelling at him like this, his defense mechanism was going to lash out, especially when he was already angry from everything that’s just happened. “I don’t want some stupid apology, not when every time you appear, my life gets worse! I just want you away!” You cried.

Eddie scoffed in disbelief. Were you actually blaming him for all this? No, you weren’t. But after the day you just had, you were not looking to be comforted by someone who partially hurt you. But Eddie Munson couldn’t understand. His judgment had a habit of being clouded; his cynicism about anything good happening to him had protected him from a lifetime of hurt, and now, unfortunately, your rightfully pent up polemic about him was believing his suspicions to be true. 

“This isn’t my fucking fault, you’re the one who wanted to take our picture in the first place!” He shouted, shielding his vulnerability. 

“Because you made a big deal out of it!” You screamed with frustration. “You yelled at me first, you said mean things to me first- why- why were you so mean to me?!” You blubbered through drowning tears.

“Because- be- ugh,” Eddie pained with vexation. “You fucking terrify me, okay?! You terrify the living shit out of me!” Guarding his tearing eyes from your shattered being, he groaned realizing you weren’t going to understand unless he opened up, but he couldn’t bear to, and maybe that was the best solution to move on, run away. “It’s just fucking hard when, you know, you look like that and you’re fucking you, and I’m just me, and you have a great life-”

“‘Great life?!’” You derided through tears. “You know nothing about my life!” You shoved him. “You know nothing about me!” You shoved him again. Eddie was quick to retrain your wrist in a tight grip, preventing you from touching him again, no matter how hard you tried. “Stop acting like you know everything about me when you know absolutely nothing! I’m not going to stand here, and let you say mean things to me, when you know nothing, do you understand?! I have never done anything to you, and I never will, because unlike you, I’m not some sulking asshole who can’t handle their fucking emotions, and uses their sorry life to lash out at people because they’re too pathetic to deal with their own problems!”

And maybe your rash psycho analysis of Eddie Munson was too much, or not harsh enough, but either way, your critical comments derailed him off the edge of sanity. He aggressively dropped your wrist, and got into your face with a full might of fury. “You are such a miserable bitch!” He shouted, invading your space with intent, causing you to wince and step away from him, but he wasn’t relenting. “For once, you got a fucking taste of what your bullshit friends have been doing to me, and now you can’t fucking handle it?! God, just love playing the fucking victim, don’t you?! Maybe they are right, maybe you are just some fucking desperate slut craving fucking attention?! Is that why you did all this shit in the first place?!”

The way your face flashed with sudden dejection had him biting his tongue. Oh, fuck. He regretted it. He fucking immediately regretted it. 

Eddie began furiously shaking his head in denial to what he just uttered, he couldn’t believe it. “No,” he heaved out. “No, I-I didn’t mean it, I’m s-sorry.” He could only muster a whisper.

You didn’t even have the energy to fight back, merely accepting his words as truth with a silent sob that burned your being. “Yeah,” you shakily sighed with a sniffle of sobs. “I’m sorry, too, Eddie. I would have loved being your friend, and now I just want nothing to do with you.” His heart dropped at your calmness. When he first spoke those words to you, demanding you to stay away from him and his friends, he knew a deep part of him didn’t mean it. Why would he, you were fucking perfect? But you, the stillness and tranquility of your words cemented them to be the final verdict. You were done. “So please,” you wiped your drenched face from tears, “just leave me alone and stay away from me.”

No malice, no anger, no fury.

Just pure defeat.

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[notyourhetloki]

Ken with a gn doll!reader love interest

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: Guess who's obsessed lol anyway... This is NOT spoiler free! In fact, this is set AFTER the movie! I gave Ken a redemption arc because I think he'd be willing to better himself so here you go...

Word Count: 1348

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How it started:

You were hanging out with Allan at the beach when suddenly Ken approached you, waving and smiling as he spoke: “Hey Allan! Hey (Y/N)! Wanna play volleyball?”

Allan glanced nervously at you before you two agreed, following Ken through the sand.

The game was fun but you were losing, that is until you had the chance to score, jumping up in the air and striking the ball with full force… hitting Ken right in his face.

He dramatically fell back, face covered with his hands while groaning. You quickly ran to him, kneeling on the sand and patting his shoulder. “Ken! Are you okay??”

He revealed his face, slowly blinking while examining you. You worried he was mad... you were new in Barbieland and didn’t want to make any enemies. What if he hated you?

“That… was… AWESOME. How did you learn to plunge like that??” Ken gave you a big smile, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate.

How it went:

You had been hanging out with Ken a lot lately, spending time at the beach or at your Dream House (all dolls had their own house now, including Kens). He even invited you to his Mojo Dojo Casa House (yes he still called it that) to watch some movies, and you gladly accepted.

He was nice to be around, always glad to help with whatever you needed and always excited for your next activity together. He was goofy and made you laugh, which made him feel good about himself.

And because the way to his heart was through his ego, you two became best friends as soon as you started complimenting him. He even admired you back, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

Ken was ridiculously charming, and you felt yourself falling harder with each moment you spent side by side. But, you had to remind yourself you were not Barbie, and he was Ken... He couldn't possibly be interested in you... right?

Besides, you knew he had a lot to learn yet. After the incident with Kendom and the whole patriarchy thing, he started studying sociology and began a journey to better himself, and you were happy to be there to help.

You reminded him of his daily mantras ("I'm kenough") and accompanied him every time he visited the library for more books. Ken cringed while you reminded him about the past. “At least you apologized to Barbie, right?”

“…”

“RIGHT?”

And just like that the two of you were on an adventure to the Real World, for Ken had a very important mission.

—

You had never been on rollerblades before, so as you arrived at the Real World, you started to wobble. Luckily, Ken caught your hand and continued to hold it, helping you balance. You felt heat rising to your cheeks, blushing at the unexpected touch and intimacy. (Unbeknownst to you, Ken was blushing hard as well, trying not to think much of it. You were just friends, right? This was normal… right?)

You both found Barbie, and you were proud to hear Ken’s apology as he spoke. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, Barbie. For trying to install patriarchy in Barbieland, for stealing your house, for all of it! You don’t need to accept my apologies, but I just needed you to know that I’m trying to better myself every day, and (Y/N) is helping me with that!” While Ken looked ashamed, Barbara looked shocked.

In the end, she accepted his apologies and smiled at you as you waved your goodbyes.

Ken felt immense relief and happiness now that he took this new step in his self-growth journey. He was so happy in fact, that he felt like holding your hand again. You both looked at each other and smiled, hearts racing and faces blushing.

—

You were in his Mojo Dojo Casa House, chatting and giggling like teenagers. Ken started asking about you, very interested in everything you had to say. He was fascinated and wanted to know more about you, and soon he caught himself asking more intimate things. “So… do you have a girlfriend? Or… a boyfriend? I mean… I don’t know, are you even into Kens? I mean…” he stuttered as you laughed.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend… in fact, I never had a significant other before…”

Ken’s blue eyes grew wide, mouth slightly agape as he slid closer to you. “Oh… really?”

“I mean… I’m not a Barbie, not a Ken… not sure I’m even supposed to have someone.” You suddenly grew a little sad at that, being so vulnerable with Ken all of a sudden.

You looked down in shame, but Ken quickly lifted your chin up so you looked at him. His expression was fond, eyes roaming through your face and finally landing on your lips. He grew closer and for a moment you actually thought he would kiss you.

But he didn’t, he stopped and moved back, suddenly a bit confused and anxious. “Ha… I’m… I’m sure you’ll find someone eventually…” he said with an awkward smile.

How it ended:

Ken was desperate when he asked Allan for help. He was so confused, so… eager. He had never felt this way before, not even with Barbie. You were different, you listened to him, inspired him to become a better person, spent your valued time with him and you two had so much fun together! He felt genuinely happy around you, and in the last times you hung around, he felt the deepest urge to kiss you. This desire had been growing the more he tried pushing it away, so he decided to ask for help.

“I mean… (Y/N) is not a Barbie, and I’m Ken! It doesn’t make sense, right?”

Allan looked at him with slight confusion as he responded. “I mean… there are truly no rules, it’s not like there’s a book written somewhere that Kens should only date Barbies.”

Ken was left starstruck because I mean, Allan was right. There are no such rules in Barbieland, that was just something everyone assumed one day. “Thank you, Allan!” He hugged his friend before heading out.

—

Ken invited you on a beach date night and you happily agreed. You two sat on the sand as you watched the waves, but he only had eyes for you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You wondered about the sea and the stars. “Yeah…” he answered, not looking at them.

Slowly, Ken moved his fingers to touch yours, and while turning your head to look at him, you let your hands completely meet.

Your heart beat fast as he smiled that gorgeous smile of his, cheeks rosy and eyes glowing blue as he finally spoke. “(Y/N)… can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Ken.” You smiled in anticipation.

He looked down, doubting himself a bit before looking up again and almost whispering. “Can I kiss you?”

At that moment everything made sense, and you couldn’t help the big smile on your face as you spoke. “Of course!”

He matched your smile and squeezed your hand in excitement before turning away a bit and fist-pumping the air, then turning back with a more collected expression on his face.

Ken stared at your mouth before leaning in, and you leaned as well. Slowly, you met in the middle and finally kissed. Gentle, he grinned against your lips.

The first kiss was quick, but as you stopped and looked into each other’s eyes, he came back crushing onto your mouth, not wanting to be separate anymore. Ken took your face into his hands and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

You both needed to breathe eventually, so you parted. You took the opportunity to ask a very important question. “Ken? Would you…would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Ken gasped, his eyes growing wide and teary as he held your hands in his. “That would be the coolest thing to ever happen to me… yes!”

The two of you hugged tight, and for the first time in forever, everything felt just right.

—

[mooooonnnzz]

what love will do to you // neteyam gn!x reader

the stages of getting to know neteyam n falling in love 💚

you and neteyam being awkward teenagers in love

tuk being tuk and gushing abt reader and neteyam

overall very fluffy n cute maybe cringe?? depends on whos reading tbh 

3k words

rushed ending my bad 

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

READER ALSO HAS CURLY HAIR length is not specfied i think 

🐚 Your first encounter with the boy was when you noticed your people surrounding a certain area on the reef’s shore. Pushing past them, you stood beside your sister Tsireya, who was busy staring at someone in particular. Curious, you followed her gaze. A small gasp left you, realizing why everyone gathered here. Na’vi from the Omatikaya Clan were standing right in front of you, all huddled up together. You’ve heard of them from your father but you would have never thought you would see multiple of them standing right before you. The first thing you noticed from them was their skin, their skin complexion was much darker than yours. Your attention was brought to their swaying tails. They looked completely different from your tail. They were shorter and thinner and they certainly don’t look like they can be used for swimming. Your gaze was captured by one of the brothers, he seemed to be the eldest brother with how he carried himself with confidence. Chest puffed out and eyes narrowly scanning the crowd, looking for any danger that could be hiding among the crowd. Those very same eyes that were once surveying the area for danger softened upon seeing you. His pupils dilated and his lips slightly parted, his tail slowly swished behind him. He looked like he was put under a trance. Embarrassed and a bit shy from the sudden attention from the boy, you looked down to your feet timidly and began to play with the sand. Blocking out the back and forth conversation of your dad with Jake Sully. 

🐚 You haven’t seen the boy at all since his arrival and to say you weren’t a little sad was a lie. He caught your eye the moment you saw him and the energy he radiated was alluring. Sitting on the shore, you mindlessly drew on the wet sand as your mind raced with thousands of thoughts. You failed to notice that the boy you were daydreaming about was making his way towards you, his tail nervously swaying behind him as he approached you. “Hello?” He stood beside you, tilting his head a bit when you didn’t respond. He called you out again, only this time, your name slipped past his lips. You broke out of the haze you were in and looked for the unfamiliar person who called out your name. You noticed a pair of darker blue feet stationed right next to you, wandering your eyes up their legs, your eyes were reunited with the familiar yellow ones. The edge of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled, he caught your attention. You smiled back awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. “I was told by your sister that you would be here.” He said, sitting down on the sand with you. “Did she also tell you my name?” You ask, fingers nervously fiddling with the necklace that hung around your neck. He nodded and it was silent for a moment. You were internally battling with yourself if this was a comforting silence or an awkward silence, but you knew that this was awkward, real awkward. “Sorry for looking at you weirdly earlier.” He spoke up, startling you. “You don’t need to apologize. I was looking at you as well.” You admit, hands going back to thoughtlessly drawing on the sand. “In a bad way or good way?” His question caught you off-guard but you couldn’t help but smile over him worrying over something like that. “Good way. The moment I saw you,  I felt confidence and authority bleed out from you. That caught my attention.” You tell him, looking over to him to gauge at his reaction. He was stupidly smiling to himself and his eyes looked soft. A comfortable silence fell and you and him enjoyed each other's presence. The moment was cut short when you heard your sister call out to you, before you left you and him properly introduced yourself. You learned that the boy's name was Neteyam. 

🐚 The third time you saw him was when you were with your sister, Tsireya. You and her both were teaching the Sully family the way of the sea. Tsireya was focused on Neteyam’s younger brother, Lo’ak and you were focused on Neteyam. While you were explaining one of the breathing exercises, Neteyam never stopped looking at you. His attention was glued onto you and nothing that happened around him caught his attention like how you caught his. You knew that he was staring at you, looking at you with that same look he had when he first saw you. You felt a bit shy under his gaze, he looked at you with so much curiosity and adoration you didn’t know what to do with yourself. And so came the time for Neteyam to do the breathing exercises himself, you were worried that he was going to fail miserably with how little he was paying attention to your words. But surprisingly enough, he knew how long he needed to suck in air and how slowly he needed to exhale. Although, he was struggling to hold his breath. Scooting a little closer to him, you placed your palm on his stomach. “You need to breathe in from your stomach.” You instructed him. Shakily, he followed what you told him. A little shaky and nervous, but perfect enough to satisfy you. You smiled at him. “You did really well,” You said, removing your hand from his stomach. “Was worried at first, you weren’t paying attention with how much you were staring at me.” You laughed at his bewildered expression. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He said, his eyes looking down to his lap. “It’s fine. I really didn’t mind. Honest.” You put your hand on his knee to reassure him. He looked at your hand then your face, his ears flickered softly and he smiled at you. 

🐚  The fourth time you saw him was when you and him were underwater. You were showing him everything the reef had to offer. Seeing his eyes blown wide in amazement made you laugh every time. He would get so blown away by the simplest things, it was cute. While swimming he found a sea urchin, he enthusiastically motioned to come closer. You didn’t know what it was until you were by his side, eyes looking at the spiked ball. And before you could pull his curious hands away from the spiky sea urchin, he’s already grabbing it. The urchin pricked his whole finger. He gasped, forgetting that he was underwater and got a lung full of water. He kicked his legs up while swimming up, urchin still attached to his hand. You followed in suit.  Sprouting up from the ocean, he coughed up the water that had entered his lungs. He lifted his hand up from the water and almost screamed, the sea urchin had attached itself to his whole palm. He yelled out your name. “Get it off me!” He said while also trying to pull it off with his other hand. “No, no! Don’t touch it.” You laugh. His hand froze in midair, his stomach swarming with butterflies at the sound of your laugh. “S-So what do I do?” He was helpless, the pain on his palm evergrowing. “Stay there, let me get some palm leaves.” You swam to shore and grabbed a rather large palm leaf. Swimming back to him, you encased the sea urchin with the leaf. “I’m going to pull, okay? This might hurt.” You warn him. “How much?” He squeaked out. “Not too much, I’m hoping.” The loud ‘WHAT’ you received from Neteyam would always be funny to you. Without any warning you yanked out the sea urchin. Much to your surprise, the spikes didn’t break off. Now what was left on his palms were tiny holes. “How are you feeling?” You turned over to Neteyam. His eyes were locked shut and lips were tightly pressed together. “Neteyam?” You called out. One of his eyes pried open and when he noticed the sea urchin was off his palm, he visibly relaxed. “Oh, that wasn’t too bad.” He looked at his palms, cringing at the holes in his hands. That was when you got the idea to mess with him. To kind of mimic the feeling of the sea urchin attaching to his leg, you knocked his leg against one of the corals, lightly scraping his legs. “There’s another urchin on your leg!” You pointed at his leg underwater. “Wait, really?!” He yelled out, forgetting about his hand and looking down at his leg. Patting around there was nothing there. “There’s nothing there?” Your laugh graced his ears once more. He looked over to you and felt his heart warm at the sight. He couldn’t be mad at you when he heard his favorite thing in the world. Your laugh. 

🐚 The fifth time you saw him was when you were walking around the Marui pods, aimlessly walking around. A family could be heard talking loudly from one of the Marui Pods. You weren’t going to investigate until you heard a familiar voice. Neteyam’s voice. Peering in the pods, you saw that he and his family were eating breakfast, chattering and bickering as they ate. You saw how Lo’ak was teasing Neteyam over something. Neteyam ignored whatever Lo’ak was saying and attempted to eat his food peacefully. Lo’ak said something that caught his other siblings' attention, his two sisters who you’ve seen around the reef. The younger sister laughed loudly while the older quietly giggled, saying something to Neteyam that made him come to the point where he had enough. Wordlessly, he put his utensil down and stood up. His siblings called out to him but he ignored them and walked outside where you were at, shamelessly watching the whole ordeal happen. Not having enough time to dive into water and swim away, Neteyam noticed you. He said your name, shocked to see you at his pod. “What are you doing here?” He asked, scurrying you and him away from his siblings' prying eyes. “I was walking around when I heard your family.” You told him. You couldn’t even come up with a lie; it was like he prevented you from doing so. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that we were loud, I didn’t mean to disturb your walk.” He was so quick to take the blame, so quick to apologize for his family that it surprised you. Shaking your head, you said, “Don’t apologize. You and your family are very entertaining to watch.” Neteyam opened his mouth, ready to respond to you but was interrupted by his younger sister’s shrill of what you hoped to be excitement. “Neteyam is talking to them! Look at how close they are to each other!” She pointed at you and Neteyam. Quickly, you and him took multiple steps back away from each other. You didn’t even notice that the two of you were so close until Neteyam’s sister called you out. “Tuk, leave them alone!” Neteyam’s other sister came out of the pod to grab her little sister. Before she left, she gave you a short wave and went back inside. You could hear the family pick up on a conversation, all hushed and quiet. You knew they were talking about you and Neteyam and you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered over it. “I’m sorry about them.” He whispered, walking back to you. “Once again, don’t be sorry. I find it funny.” You whisper back, raising your head a little bit to fully see his face. “Neteyam, why don’t you invite them for dinner?” His younger brother teased from behind. “Lo’ak!” Neteyam was about to dive straight for his brother and yank at his hair but your voice stopped him. “I would love to accompany you and your family for dinner, that is. If you ask me too.” Such a bold thing for you to say but you couldn’t help it, really. Neteyam makes you feel so confident and sure of yourself while simultaneously making you incredibly nervous and second guessing yourself. Neteyam froze for a bit like he was doused with a bucket of ice cold water. But when he came to, he cleared his throat and asked you to join his family for dinner. You couldn’t say no and accepted his invitation. 

🐚 “How long are you going to be at the Sully’s?” Your mother, Ronal asked as she twirled one of your curls around her fingers. “Not long.” You replied briefly, putting on earrings that have blue miniature shells on them. Your mother fluffed up your hair, a drawled out sigh leaving her lips. “Do you really have to go over there?” She places her hands on your shoulders and looks at you through the reflection of the ocean. “Yes, mother.” You can see her disappointed face through the rippling water, the all known face of disapproval. You didn’t say anything afterwards, you knew all too well this would’ve started an argument between you and your mom. She wasn’t very fond of the Sully family, you knew that well enough not to bring them up in conversations much. But the moment you do, she acts like you have ripped her heart open and brought it to her on a silver platter. You breathed in and breathed out, ridding of any negative energy that consumed you. You were going to have fun tonight and not even your mom could ruin your mood. “You may go now. Do not stay for too long.” She decides to announce once again. “I won’t!” You said for what feels like the hundredth time. Standing up, you look at your reflection once more before skipping over to the pods. The large smile on your face never leaving. 

🐚 The first person to greet you was Neteyam’s younger brother, Lo’ak. You had talked to Lo’ak a few times before now. “You look amazing.” He complimented. “Your curls look nicer too.” He added. You smiled shyly, thanking him for the compliments. “Lo’ak!” The all too familiar yell of his name, who could have possibly yelled out his name? “Looks like he heard me.” He whispered. You rolled your eyes at his childish antics. Lo’ak was yanked back, he screeched about his tail and that was all you heard before Neteyam shoved him inside the pod. Neteyam checked out your face and hair, smiling softly at the stunning sight that was in front of him. “You look…amazing.” He breathlessly said. “I know. Lo’ak told me.” You felt his finger brush against your hand. “I heard.” His fingers interlaced with yours. “I just wanted you to hear it from me.” He squeezed your hand. Your breath was taken away. You bit your lip nervously, eyes looking down at your intertwined hands then back at Neteyam. His head slowly leaned in, his eyes looking at your lips for a split second before looking back at your gorgeous eyes. “They look like they’re about to kiss.” Tuk squealed, breaking the small moment between you and Neteyam. Neteyam huffed out, leaning away from you. “Why don’t we have you meet my mom and dad?” Neteyam led you inside the pod. Instantly, you were met with Jake. Neteyam’s father. “Thank you for having me over.” You said. Jake opened his mouth but abruptly closed it. You turn your head over to Neteyam, mouthing a quick: “What happened?” You look back at his father who was staring intensely at you and Neteyam’s hands. Neteyam let go of your hand quickly, ready to apologize for his behavior but his dad smiled, washing away any remnants of his pissy look. “I’m just messing with you two, go on, sit.”

🐚 Dinner with the Sully’s was more than you could possibly ever imagine. They were so full of energy, their endless bickering was hilarious and they weren’t shy to hide their love for each other. At some points you felt like you were a part of their family. His mom was such a sweetheart as well, she treated you as if you were her own. With your stomach full and cheeks sore from laughing and smiling so much, you decided that was enough for tonight. Bidding everyone a goodbye, you left the family’s pod. Although not alone, a certain older brother was trailing after you. Calling out your name, you turned around and your heart softened at the sight of Neteyam. “Leaving so soon?” He frowned, holding your hand once again, only this time he was holding both. “Yeah.” Your eyes jumped from his captivating eyes you ever so adored to his light pink lips. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” His voice was hushed. “I wish I could.” You couldn’t deny the fact that you and Neteyam's face were drawing near. “Should I really be kissing you when your family could walk right in on us?” Lips were brushing against each other, your breath mixing in with his. “I really don’t care.” His lips pressed against yours. Awkwardly, your lips melded together. You and him obviously have no kissing experience, but that made it all better. You were Neteyam’s first kiss while he was yours. A sense of pride washed over you. You were Neteyam’s first. Neteyam untangled his hands from yours and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer. You parted from the kiss, panting heavily. “Stay for a little longer?” He quietly begged, giving you a slight pout. You placed your palms against his chest, pushing him away playfully. The hold he has on your waist has kept you encased in him. “I can’t, Nete.” You affectionately rolled your eyes at his pouty expression. “Can I kiss you once more?” How could you ever say no to that? Faces centimeters apart, an excited yell was heard from behind Neteyam. “They’re kissing!” Tuk cried out, her smile bigger than ever. “They’re kissing!” She repeated. “What, really?!” Lo’ak was in disbelief as he practically flew outside to see if Tuk was lying or not. You and Neteyam were standing at a respectful distance, pretending to be interested in something else. “Aren’t the stars lovely tonight?” Neteyam pointed at the sparkling specs in the sky. “So beautiful.” You commented. “Who’s kissing?” Jake could be heard from within the pod, his head peaking out to check on you and Neteyam. “No one is kissing anyone, sir!” Neteyam quickly responded. “You better not!” He said, slowly inching back in the pod. “Guess you have to go now.” Neteyam sighed out. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You asked. Neteyam nodded but before you left you kissed his cheek. “Bye, Neteyam!” You scurried off, stupidly smiling to yourself. “No way! Neteyam got a partner before me!” Lo’ak groaned, running his hand down his face. “You owe me!” Kiri exclaimed. “I know.” Lo’ak grumbled.

hope i did neteyam justice and praying that i didn’t write him too ooc 💀 forgot to mention that i barely proofread anything so apologies if i made any mistakes its real late SIKE TWO DAYS LATER I REVISED AND EDITED SUM FEW PARTS NOW THERE WONT BE ANY ISSUES hopefully

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take yourself home; han jisung

chapter I.

trope: teenager love

warnings for this part: cursing, family problems, mention of vomiting and sex, underage drinking (don’t!!!)

reader is referred to in female pronouns.

word count: 5k.

part II hopefully coming soon.

note: part two is expected if this one goes good! i'll appreciate any feedback, reblogs and comments <3 also, english is not my first language so i apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes! x

masterlist

House parties were never exactly your thing.

The whole concept just never seemed appealing nor any interesting to you. Screaming, drunk people bumping into each other at every step, floor sticky from all the spilled drinks, air thick as poisoned with sweat and alcohol and loud music blasting out from the speakers so noisy you can feel your heart shaking in your chest. It’s barely possible to move an inch without causing any unwanted contact with strangers or witnessing someone vomit outside the window. Everything just making you feel dirty like you were pushed into a pigsty surrounded by no humans but animals, alcohol effectively robbing people of any manners and awareness of personal space. Some people you saw two times at most, probably in your school hall, trying to bring you on the said "dance floor", only murmuring about how boring you are when you decline. This was always enough to make you end up on the couch, lazily sipping on your drink and cringing while watching people’s animalistic behaviour. Or, if you were lucky enough to push through the crowd, find your place at the balcony and finally getting taste of anything else than the disgusting odour filling up the house. That’s why you’ve always desperately tried to stay away from partying, if you could even name it that way.

Fortunately or unfortunately, one Saturday you ran out of excuses you would usually throw at your nagging school seatmate and they succeeded to drag you to a house party that Chan organised. Chan is popular, like, a lot. How could he not? He attended last grade which already was enough for some girls, desiring for an older boy. What’s more, he was extremely respectful towards everyone, very well known for treating women right and fitting perfectly into every group with his witty personality. Everything he touched, he ended up succeding in, both sports and school - always more than happy to help everyone who needs it. Not to mention his unnecessarily attractive appearance, muscles poking out of fitted shirts, skin glowy, smile so bright it could blind everyone passing by him in school. Perfect, perfect man. You like him as well, of course, positive that it’s really impossible not to. However, no matter how much you liked and admired Chan, you despised parties. You weren't even sure whether he knew about your attendance as he just let your seatmate bring a partner with him. You were whining, complaining and being annoying, anything just to get out of this unfortunate situation. But as it suprisingly turned out, this was the very first time you did not regret going. Because this was the first time you got to meet Han Jisung.

Back off, maybe not the very first time. You’ve seen him a couple of times in the hall, clinging onto Chan’s side, always more than happy to keep him company on his way home or goof around in the library. But in the hall he never really stood out, just mixing with any other students. Maybe a little bit noisier than others; it was a challenge not to overhear his laugh spreading across the floor.

But this was the first time you actually noticed Jisung.

The party itself started just as shitty as you imagined it to be. When you and your seatmate arrived at Chan's place it was already completely stuffed with people that were spilling out on the backyard. As soon as you stepped your foot in the house, blasting out music shot into your ears like a nightmare and you immediately knew you can forget about properly communicating with anyone. Few glances are thrown in your direction before everyone came back to their tasks as they realized it's just you. Not paying too much attention to it, you just informed your friend you'll be on the couch, though it seemed like she was already too caught up in some heated conversation with random kids from school. Sneakily, you grabbed a beer from the counter and plopped down on your usual spot. Maybe gaslighting yourself into thinking this party will be different than any other was an absolute shit idea. How long should you stay so you don't come out as rude or boring? Two hours? That would be solid two hours taken away from your life without any use, though. An hour? Maybe that's too short and wasn't even worth going all the way here.

Your eyes observed as people kept coming, occupying every possible corner of the room and with that, making you lose sight in anything. All your eyes could reach was dancing figures, occasionally bumping into your legs, making you feel trapped in your little space.

That doesn't make any sense.

You pulled up from the couch, barely making it outside of the room. You held your drink up, careful so none of it gets on your tshirt. But in the end, some of it ended spilling down your arm, anyway. Your body pressed itself onto the door frame, taking as little space as possible and you took a look around, searching for a way out. Gaze stopped at the stairs leading to second floor and it seemed like no one has occupied it yet as the lights were off. You squeezed shoulders to your body and quickly sneaked between the crowd of sweaty bodies. Every touch and rub left on your body a burning feeling like someone just smeared it with acid, your face scrunching in disgust, just wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. Finally making it to the stairs, you released a breath you were holding, shoulders going slump as you made your way upstairs. You left the light off, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to your actions. Blindfolded, you try to find any doors with touch only and when your fingers finally met a handle you pushed the doors open with no hasitation. Some might think its nosy to walk around someone's house like this, but sooner or later, you know someone will be fucking in one of those beds, anyway.

Supposingly, the room you ended up in was a bedroom, moonlight shining through huge windows decorating the area in a delicate silver glow, exposing it's silhouette just slightly. Using your poor vision you walked past huge bed, ignoring the strong urge to just jump onto it and let in sink you in until morning comes, when everyone is gone. You could've sworn there was something yelling to you, ushing you onto the matress, already making your eyelids heavy on your eyes. It all made up kind of comforting atmosphere, muffled music coming from downstairs, only floor shaking lightly with every bass and you almost could feel it in your guts. Hundreds of conversations were going on just below you, but they all mixed in one, composing a steady hum.

You found your place on the floor, back pressing against the bed, knees bent under your chin. Facing the big balcony door, your eyes observed blinking city lights and traced small cars passing by the streets, just to disappear mere seconds later. You could feel your body sinking slowly into the pitch black as your eyelids started to give in under their weight. It took only two minutes for them to close completely, weight now resting on your head, so you hide in your arms, forming a ball of yourself. Mind focused only on sounds coming from the party, though they started getting quieter with every second, your ears losing track on the screams and laughs. Peace overtook your previously restless body, leaving you all to yourself.

All you saw was the city. You saw the last joyful day you remembered, from summer few years ago. Your father was back to your country at that time, just to get some time with his loved ones for once. Your mother was holding a camera in her free hand, taking pictures of her sweet child, of her treasure, of you. You were wearing your favourite yellow dress that day, decorated with designs of plenty different flowers. You named them all, in honour of the dress being your absolute favourite. Hair loose, long back then, falling on your shoulders and back, on top of your head rests a cute hat you declined to take off, even if it was already evening. Wind was blowing slightly on your young face, making you laugh squeakily.

Your father hands you your favourite ice cream, caramel flavoured. The ice cream he promised you as your birthday dessert, a gift, so simple yet it made you happier than you've ever been. Being ten is no joke, he once said, when admiring his only child, suprised about how much you've grown when he was abroad. Each time he visited your hometown he made sure to measure your height, giving you a present every time, for growing so strong and tall.

Your mother holds your birthday present out of your sight, patiently waiting for you to finish your dessert. You, being the curious and impatient child, gulped it down almost immediately in urge to open your gift. She only laughs at your determination before handing it to you. When you eagerly try to pull the ribbons off the box, your parents send each other a fond smile. Excitement in your eyes slowly starts turning into irritation as the ribbons seem unable to untie, no matter how hard you pull them. Your muscles tense, making your hands shake in your useless attempts. Just when your eyes start welling up with angry tears and you raise your head to seek any help from your parents, your voice hitches in your throat, seeing no one is sitting by your side anymore. You blink, and blink, and blink, trying to get your vision back, but everytime your eyes open, everything around gets even more blurry. You try to call for help, to shout for your mommy and daddy, but the only thing coming out of you are hurtful whimpers.

Your father is far gone now. One day when he left the country after joyful holidays with your family, he never showed up again. You and your mother were waiting on the airport since morning that day, only to come back home with flowers almost dried out and cake completely melted from waiting in the sun. After that day, you can't even remember when was the last time you saw your mother's smile, now a stone-like expression glued to her face permanently. That was the first birthday you didn't get your ice cream treat. Now your favourite flavour has changed, you can't stand caramel anymore. Now your hair is much shorter, as no one is there to braid it for you. Now your favourite yellow dress is somewhere in the basement, dirty and dusty, probably not even looking any similar to yellow anymore. Now your birthday is the worst day of the year.

Your body jolted up almost entirely off the foor, horrified gasp leaving your mouth, followed by unsteady, heavy breathing in any attempt to catch any air in your lungs. You can feel your body trembling under the weight of your nightmare, but you don't cry. You don't cry because there's no use of crying. Nothing will change no matter how many tears leave your eyes. That's all you've learnt for past six years.

"You okay?"

You jumped slightly in place and turned around to see the source of somehow similar voice coming from right behind you. Your gaze lands on a silhouette sitting on the bed, gently hovering over your shaking body. You squint your eyes but can't catch a glimpse of the stranger's face. Voice deep and familiar, you seek through your brain to recall it's owner, but the canvas stay blank.

"I get them too."

"Huh?"

"Nightmares. I get them too."

He plumps his body down onto the floor, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. However, the position helped you take a closer look at his face. Moonlight now slightly shining its glow into the round cheeks, big eyes, and barely visible smile plastered on Han Jisung's face. He gifts you with an understanding look, as if he was trying to bluetooth some comfort into you. You only shake your head, brushing it away.

“It wasn’t a nightmare.”

“That must’ve been a solid dream then, you were turning and tossing in your sleep like crazy,” Jisung nods his head slowly, eyes fixated somewhere far away, outside the window, “What was it about?”

You shot him an annoyed look, brows knitted together.

“A rollercoaster ride.”

“That’s fireee…” he sounds genuinely impressed, and you seek for anything in his face that could tell you if he’s being fucking for real. “I’ve never been on rollercoaster. Unless we’re including the emotional ones.”

Jisung chuckles audibly to himself but quickly tone it down after noticing your dead silence. His eyes look back from your face to some random spot outside. “Were your parents in this dream?”

Spit stills in your throat at his question but you refuse to turn your head towards his. You slowly let air leave your nostrils in tensed huff.

“Why?”

“You talk in your sleep. You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t.”

Your empty response signaled Jisung not to continue on the topic, so he only nods and points at half-empty beer bottle settled down by your hip.

“You shouldn’t be drinking, you’re sixteen, no?”

“I can smell wine from like three miles away from you, Mr. Policeman.” you returned, earning a quiet laugh from him, throwing his head back gently.

“Guilty.”

Incredibly awkward conversation. Incredibly awkward and simple but easier than any random chat with your seatmate, or Chan, or anyone else you got to talk to, ever. Jisung’s aura felt warm, familiar, slowly inching its way towards you and embracing your body. Something about it made it seem like you don’t have to be extra or put any much effort to talk to Jisung. He wasn’t really expecting you to talk to him, either. It’s not like he was unfamiliar with people ignoring his poor attempts of making a conversation. But you didn’t run away from him, like anyone else would. You sat there, with him, when you could've just brush it off.

“And why are you here?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, expecting Jisung to be glued to Chan like he always did.

“I’m not a fan of crowded spaces. They make me feel like I'm in chokehold.”

Jisung’s response take you aback a bit, your eyes blinking few times at him in surprise. You’re positive that everyone who at least heard of Han Jisung once in their life would associate him with need of constant attention, being in centre of a crowd. His personality is so bubbly and bright it could easily outshine everyone in the room. You supposed his loudness was intentional, to pull people towards him.

“Are you sure you’re the Han Jisung I walk by in school everyday? The one who won a competition in taking shots just to get some stupid title among those losers?”

“Sometimes you gotta take a step back and stay in the crowd so someone else can be the best. I can’t be a winner every time, I'm basically doing them a favor.” Jisung laughed at his own words again in obvious attempt to brush the topic away. So you let it go, getting up from the floor with slight struggle caused by your previous position that made your legs sore. You opened the balcony door and stepped outside, cold breeze welcoming your poorly dressed body. Jisung followed you out like a puppy, leaning on the railing just beside you. Current location allowed both of you to observe the wildlife going on below you, in the backyard. Beer pong, truth or dare, even a whole ass concert performed by a group of drunk girls. It all created a disgusting mess.

“They look possessed.” you commented, internally very happy you actually have a person you could complain to, knowing your boring and judgemental attitude won’t push Jisung away.

Dead silence creeped in for good two minutes.

“Maybe that’s what normal teenagers do?” he murmured into his palm, not looking at you, “Maybe they’re ordinary people and we are the weird ones?“

You sent him a pitiful look, genuinely amused by the fact that he dared to compare you to them.

"You want to be like them?"

"Sometimes it seems easier, no?"

You raise an eyebrow at Jisung.

"To be ordinary, I mean. Do you ever wonder how does it feel not to get those glances? Or not to be judged? You're just a part of the crowd wherever you go because you fit in. With everyone. Doesn't that sound cool?" He tilts his head at you, however, you notice he avoids eye contact, staring at some random spot on your cheek. It's obvious this topic bothered Jisung’s mind for a while, many thoughts spinning between his gaze, but you can't decode any of them.

You take a minute to analyze every light reflecting in his pupils.

"No, I don't think so. You won't find your spark in the crowd, not when it's constantly hiding between others," Jisung remained silent, but this time his eyes met yours, a sign that he's listening. "But once you find it, right people will come to you themselves."

"How do I recognize them? The right people?"

"You just do." Your body turns towards his entirely.

"Don't look for yourself in others, Jisung. You'll spend your entire life being lost. And by the time you wake up, your life will be coming to it's end."

"Are you happy with your life?"

"You ask too many questions, has anyone ever told you that?" Your eyes roll, but Jisung doesn't take his off you, visibly waiting for your response. You sigh. "Someday I will be. We both will be."

You never showed up at any house party again. But neither did Jisung.

That night you felt heard for the first time in six years, even though you didn’t have much to say. Jisung seemed to understand what remained unspoken, knowing the right time will eventually come, someday. Some sort of invisible string connected you and him, pulling you to each other whenever there was no one else to be there for you. And you never complained, Jisung may say odd and stupid things at most times, but that might be the part of you that you needed, the one where perspective on life is a bit gentler. Jisung noticed the rough shell you put around yourself throughout the years and started off with brushing its spikey surface, hoping one day he'll crack it open, for you.

And he feels the same. Having a genuine friend was an unfamiliar experience for Jisung. Whenever his eyes land on you he swear he feels like his body is freed, even if it's only for a few moments. Like tight ropes loosened on his body, softening the grip so he can expose another part of himself to you. You never laugh, you never make fun, never judge. Sometimes you don't even say anything but he knows it's equivalent to I accept you. And he feels accepted. Like he finally found a shelter that would protect him from a storm, no matter if it's only for now, Jisung knows he's safe with you.

-----

Shoot.

A noise spreads through quiet, pitch black room, then it goes silent again. You shift in your bed, face scrunched in focus not to get discracted by it so your current progress in falling asleep doesn't go to waste. Legs pulled up tightly against your chest, completely wrapped up in the covers, finally giving your muscles some proper rest they've been yearning for. A minute passes.

Shoot. Shoot.

You pull the blanket above your head. It doesn't take too long for your lungs to beg for some fresh air, but you stay covered up from head to toes, relishing in silence so loud you could feel blood flowing in your ears. However realisation hits quickly and you know it won't work without suffocating yourself to death, so you let just the tip of your nose outside through a small hole, breathing in some cool air.

Shoot.

What the fucking hell.

You sit up angrily, irritated groan coming out of your throat as you pull youself up and seach for the source of the noise that disturbed your only almost succesful attempt to sleep. You furiously look around the room, listening carefully for any hints.

Shoot.

Your body turns itself towards the window in a hearbeat, ready to murder the doer. Swinging it open, your eyes land on not anyone else than Han Jisung, standing just below your window with the stupidest grin on his face, already waving to you.

"Oh jesus fuck." you're already disappearing inside again when another muffled thud reaches your window in attempt to stop you, along with Jisung's quiet "Hey, hey, hey!" being heard outside. You swing your head down once again. "You have 30 second to explain yourself or I'm never talking to you again."

Because what exactly is happening right by your window is Han Jisung standing by his bike tossed in the grass, with very poorly looking muffin in his hands, a single light up cangle stuck in the middle. It glows the smallest shine on his face covered in the darkness, allowing you to see the silhouette of his smile so wide it almost gave you a cheek ache just by looking at it.

"How long does it take for you to wake up, god," he drops his head for a second, shaking it, before looking up at you once again, searching for your face in the night. "Dumbass even forgot it's her birthday today."

Yeah, your birthday.

Of course you didn't forget. It was the very first time in good 3 months you went to sleep before midnight, purposely, just to avoid this horrible day appearing on the callendar, again. This time you were falling asleep praying to heaven to let you sleep through today and wake up when it's over. Not to add that this year specifically meant less than ever to you as you were turning eighteen, suddenly everything reminding you about how a grown up woman can't gather her life together, not in the slightest.

Apparently, Han Jisung was born to ruin your plans.

"It's a little bit cold down here so if you don't mind getting your ass over here and bringing me some jacket, that would be fantastic." Jisung gets you back to earth and you only throw him an angry scoff, disappearing in your room for no longer than 2 minutes before jumping carefully out the window and closing it as quietly as possible, not to wake up your sleeping mother that would probably slip into a coma if she witnessed you sneaking out. With a boy especially. You face him with your brows furrowed in annoyance and he gestures you to blow the candle that already was dripping down the muffin. Your eyes roll.

"Happy birthday, y/n."

"You're insufferable. I wish myself a better friend next year," you blow the candle in one puff and hand Jisung your jacket he already claimed as his due to the numerous amount of times he borrowed it from you.

"You know damn well no one else would befriend you," he chuckles and hides the candle in his pocket.

As you walk past him you can't help the corners of your lips forming in the tiniest grin. No matter how much you despised your birthday and celebrating it, if you could even call it this way, your chest felt warmer knowing that there's someone in this world that doesn't hate it as much as you do. Just like last year, Jisung is the only one to remember. Who else if not him? Your mother practically crossed out this date out of her life, your father never called, beside that no one else has ever asked. A year ago you were so sure by your eighteenth birthday he will be gone, either by getting some new, fancier company or simply growing out of you. Yet here he is, standing by your window at midnight, still the same way he was a year ago. He really hasn't changed at all.

You ended up sitting on a cold kerbstone by already closed store and its parking lot, completely empty and quiet like it's never been. Knees hugged to your chests, jackets wrapped around your bodies tightly. Silence maintenances between you and Jisung, but it's not uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. You share occasional glances at each other while swaying back and forth. Eventually your eyes land at the cake lookalike he placed between your bodies and you examine its messiness. The frosting clearly not mixed well, spilled on top of the muffin as if Jisung was in a hurry and some old, probably expired colorful sprinkles on top of it all. Somehow you found it pretty. Yes, it looked like a total disaster, but picturing Jisung tries and effort he put in it made it look better in your eyes.

"Shall we taste the masterpiece?" he grinned, catching you staring at the cake. You nodded and he proceeded to clumsily part the muffin in two pieces.

"One, two, three..." Jisung counts and both of you bite in. You chew, feeling occasional crunches here and there, sprinkles rock hard between your teeth. He observes you carefully, searching for your reactions as you take your time swallowing it.

"It's pretty bad," you comment after a while, shaking crumbs off your hands. Jisung whines, hiding his head between his knees.

"I know! I suck at baking. I should've just buy it-"

"But I like it."

Jisung's head shoot up and he's looking at you, startled. The muffin is still filling up his cheeks that create two perfect globes decorating his face. You giggle to yourself.

Silence. Jisung continued to chew on the food, quietly, eyes glued to his feet. Yours remain on your hands. You clench and unclench them, observing nail prints on your skin disappear everytime you stick them inside it. Your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth, now all red and swollen.

Weird feeling built up inside of your guts. You don't exactly feel... older. It just feels like everything suddenly started to matter. Everything you did and everything you did not do. You try searching for any other emotion in yourself, but the only one left is guilt.

"I don't want to grow up, Jisung."

He doesn't look up this time, lips forming in a tight line.

"I know. I don't want to, either."

Jisung rests his arms on his knees, laying his head on them, turned in your direction. You mirrored slowly, gaze meeting his. You blinked at each other, not any particular emotion written on any of your faces. You scanned his, tracing every curve of it with your eyes, stopping by every mole and scar. He's so far from what he used to be. His nose and jawline much more visible, his hair grown, just an inch, but it did. Looking at him now, you see he matured. A lot. And it's amazing how you've watched him grow out of this stupid, irresponsible boy he used to be. But you know this boy is still hiding inside of him, in the deepest corners, Jisung effectively trying to suppress him. Sometimes, you just wish he would let him out. Just to go back.

"Have you ever thought of running away from here?” you blurted out suddenly and you swear you could see Jisung’s breathing stop, response building up inside him, carefully thinking about his next words.

“I have, I even tried. But I guess I’m afraid to go. Or maybe I’m afraid of being left all to myself,” he answers slowly, sigh leaving his lips right after.

“Wouldn’t that be great? I mean, aren’t you tired of the city? Of people, your family, sometimes even of yourself,” he blinks at you silently before turning his head, looking at the lantern ahead of you, and you do the same. “Because I feel stuck here.”

“That was the reason I ran away. I felt like I wouldn’t move on if I stayed here. I think I was searching for something to look forward to.”

It really seemed like Jisung spoke words for you.

You move closer to him, pressing your side onto his. Your head finds its place on his shoulder and he doesn't tense up or move away. Jisung melts into the position, like his shoulder was designated for you to lean on. His lips press to your hair and sigh leaves them.

"Did it work?" You ask and he shakes his head no, lips formed in a line once again. Your tongue pokes inside of your cheek. "Would it work if we went together?"

Jisung looks at you, question written on his face and you push yourself off his shoulder, locking your eyes. The words left your mouth so easily Jisung couldn't find any hesitation or joke in your face. "I don't know."

"Imagine this. We could be wherever we want, doing whatever we want. No one would know us. Maybe we could... find something. To keep us going. I don't know."

"What about our families?"

"Do you really think any of them would bat an eye?"

Jisung goes silent. He is silent because you're right. As far as he remembers, he was no one's special concern. He never thought about whether it's work's fault or just lack of love, but it separated his family members effectively throughout the years. That was the main reason he has spent past years in your company - both of you could sneak out, stay up late, skip school. Freedom, some might say. But honestly, never in two years he saw pure happiness in your eyes. And neither you did in his. You really are the only thing Jisung has left. He treasures you more than himself and the night you met, he promised himself to let you experience life once again.

So fuck it.

"Okay. Let's do this."

Your eyebrows furrow suspiciously, scanning his face features, looking for any signs of joke. You go quiet for a minute, expecting him to break his character, saying you lost your mind and that he's not going anywhere. But that doesn't happen.

"Wait, really?"

"Mhm. Consider it your birthday present, I guess."

[bas-writes]

In Fruit There Is Truth

Character: Sabo Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit NSFW content, second-hand embarrassment, porn with some plot, Devil Fruit shenanigans, mutual crush, love confession, glove kink, handjob, vaginal fingering & sex, spanking, biting, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, dirty talk - lots of it (this boy has quite filthy mouth on him hehe) Word Count: 3981 Summary: No one was ready for this edition of Sabo's reckless idiocy. And especially not you, once confronted with the sudden outburst of unrestrained naughty honesty, caused by a very unfortunate meeting with a certain Devil Fruit. A/N: horribly late due to circumstances but better late than never: my entry for @onepiece-blorboexchange written for lovely @secretsnailor <3 wishing you all the best in the new year, hope this little gift was worth the wait :3 your prompts & choice of characters were so.good. that I struggled more choosing something than writing what I in the end chose lmao I wish I had time to write all 4 fics I figured out from them :c

Soldiers of your rank aren’t called directly to the supreme leader…well, usually. ‘Cause the orders you’ve received were definitive and clear: Dragon awaits you in the command headquarters, right now, preferably literally, drop everything and teleport, if you can—or at least spit your lungs out when running. Almost choking on the last piece of breakfast you managed to snatch before the call had ended, you indeed speed through the corridors, bumping into people on your way, lavishing elbow hits and chaotic apologies. You don’t even take time to catch your breath once you make it to the door—you just burst inside as you are, wheezing, hair and clothes messy, bent in half with stitches in both sides.

The view you find has…nothing to do with what you’ve expected.

The supreme leader is red. More: he’s beetroot red and looking so impossibly stupid you don’t recognize him at first. His eyes shoot at you for a split second and immediately wander far over you—something you would expect from a teenage boy in front of his first crush, not from a middle-aged serious man. Reflexively, you glance down, maybe a button or two has opened as you were running… But your ladies are hidden and cozy, there’s nothing inappropriate enough to embarrass anyone yet, a man of Dragon’s caliber. Even more confused, you run your gaze through the room, but besides you two there’s only Sabo, weirdly scrunched in his chair, face suspiciously blank, and twirling thumbs over his lap. In other circumstances your heart would beat faster—as it always does in the presence of this man, the leader of your unit, a good friend and, as for last few months, a raging crush—but now you try to catch his eyes only for any crumb of explanation.

He only stares at the opposite wall, dead inside.

“We have…” Dragon clears his throat, his eyes even more dead. “A delicate problem.”

If you were stressed before, now your anxiety levels have broken through the ceiling and are on a good way to reach the escape velocity.

Your mind is rushing through all you have done as lately, cold sweat running down your spine, even if a moment earlier the fine shirt you wore seemed thick like a woolen sweater. What on earth has happened to earn you a direct scolding from the supreme leader?

“Not you,” Dragon sighs. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face. “That idiot.”

He nods towards Sabo and cringes. You follow the move, your gaze finally meeting Sabo’s, you see his wide-famous cheeky grin blooming despite sheer panic in his eyes, and…

“Your tits look absolutely delicious when you’re heavy breathing like this.” He says, his face growing dead pale.

What the fuck?

Pain and shame in his eyes, Sabo opens mouth again, but Dragon smashes open hand on his lips—whatever was aimed for your ears, has turned into incoherent, muffled babbling.

“I’ll keep this short before he makes it even more awkward,” Dragon says through gritted teeth as he puts all might into not looking at you. “He made a hero out of himself and got right into a Devil Fruit attack. We don’t know what exactly it was, but apparently, he can’t lie anymore, and the more he tries to hide something, the more it spills out of this stupid mouth of his.”

Your lips form into a soundless oh, no words feel suitable for this…bizarre situation.

“It may last a few hours, might go for weeks as well. All we know is that you’re the only person able to make him shut up because, quoting, around you all he can think of is—”

He cuts, face not red anymore but purple, and makes a vague gesture towards your neckline. You clutch hands over it, suddenly feeling very, very naked and lewd, even if all you’re wearing is your casual outfit, now sweaty and messy on top of that.

Sabo mumbles something into Dragon’s palm. Dragon presses his mouth harder.

“Please.” His voice is soaked with desperation. “I beg you. Do something. Not—” He coughs into fist— “literally what he says. I’m sorry he’s making you feel uncomfortable. But he’s going to reveal every.single.operation.plan. if we let him run free. You have my permission to mistreat him however you feel it’s right, just don’t shoot him…to death, you may even tie him—”

Sabo’s eyes flick from panicked to very interested.

“—Please, don’t tie him. Anyway. Just keep him away from anything that could make his brain cells click in a dangerous direction.”

No one, even Dragon himself, would blame you, if you said no. The whole mess is awkward and hysterical beyond your understanding, every trembling nerve of yours screams at you to run and hide—not because of fear, just embarrassment burns you alive. Who could possibly face…all of that, right in front of their boss? Who’d bolt from there even more gladly than you? This is ridiculous!

But there’s also that…curiosity. This little devil whispering your own naughty ideas right into the sphere of your mind willing to listen. Such an unambiguous opportunity doesn’t appear easily, even if the costs already burn you from inside—in a way, so far at least, having nothing to do with desire. No more silly games of cats and mice. No more cautious flirting between missions, sneaky stares and testing touches. No more moral dilemmas, and thorough plans, weighing pros and cons, and learning the subtleties of his language. No more second-guessing: oh, how tempting it is to pull on his tongue before the power—whatever it is—runs out, and Sabo can return to his cheeky, flirty, hard to read self.

You still have a lot of hesitations—but at least you’re sure the object of your longing and fantasies returns your interest enough to rail you once. And who knows what else…

“Yes, sir.” You click your heels. 

Dragon is so relieved he’s aged down twenty years just exhaling.

***

Easier said—and thought—than done.

You have been dreaming about this moment, Sabo sprawled on top of your bed is a common image from your fantasies, keeping you awake and heated just right during your sweet private time. But seeing it with your own eyes, additionally sprinkled with a kicked puppy look on his face, has you spiraling into so many directions at once you can just sit on a chair like a good girl, legs clenched close, and so tense you feel you might explode if only you move a little.

Overly confident, reckless, cocky Sabo often drives you insane. But this Sabo, who seems out of place, is even worse.

“Well, if it isn’t awkward,” he sighs, falling back into your pillows and rolling sleeves up. He has already loosened some buttons but hasn’t taken the gloves off. The view, naturally, has your insides churning with need—and your legs clenching even closer.

When the symptoms of weird power didn’t ease through a few hours—horribly embarrassing and filled with Sabo throwing dirty and cheesy thoughts and compliments as casually as if he talked about the weather—you’ve decided to share your room with him until he’s back to his usual self. He’s been banned from leaving, your comrades brought his clothes and utensils, as well as dinner for you two. Luckily, you have a rare luxury of your own bathroom—if you had to walk him to the toilet to keep him away from spilling every tea he ever tasted, you would surely implode.

Being spared of embarrassment—and shock, once you’ve got used to his…dirty antics—has opened a new door, pushing your own thoughts into one and only direction. As if Sabo’s single-tracked perverted brain rubbed on you with its all might. On one hand, you really…don’t mind it. There’s nothing new about wanting him, except his very real presence. There’s nothing new about your interest being reciprocated either, there’s always been chemistry between the two of you, some touches and trial tastes already happened… No promises were made, and no mile steps were done, but you’ve assigned your chances are pretty high.

But on the other—

“Believe me or not—weeell, now you’re kinda forced to believe it anyway—but this is not how I wanted it to go.” Sabo stutters, by sheer luck wording what’s swirling in your mind. “I should have at least started with something…slightly more platonic than drooling over your tits.”

You can’t help some laughter, “At least we have skipped the small talk. I ain’t mad, you know?”

No lies on your side as well. How could you be angry at this kicked ball of awkwardness? That’s, somehow, succeeding in stirring your interest in a quite…heated way?

He whines your name with a roll of eyes, then sits up, leaning towards you over comfortably spread legs. “Heeey, and here I’m doing my best to not come over as an idiot who thinks with his dick.”

“You don’t?”

A crack in his expression tells you words slip past his intent again, “I do. Who wouldn’t around you? One look at your boobs and my thoughts dance only about tearing your shirt open and— Arghhh, do you see where I’m getting with that?”

You nod with understanding. You’ve been seeing the past few last hours.

With a sigh of surrender, Sabo hides face in hands, gloved fingers threading through his fluffy golden locks, “Alright. My mouth is useless now. Hey, can you pass me my jacket?”

“You’re not planning on bolting, right?” You watch him with a suspicious smirk as you throw him his iconic coat.

“Oh, hush your pretty lips, mistress. I got something for ya.”

It takes him three tries to pull the right thing out of a pocket. With a triumphant “ha!” he shows you a frail package, something wrapped in brown paper, teared on the side and awkwardly pulled together with a cord.

“Impossibly expensive gift I’ve stolen from a shop for rich pigs,” he announces proudly—and for the first time today you’re not sure whether he’s having a slip of tongue again or is it his honest and planned take. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

Under the ugly wrapping there's a surprising gem—fine, light and slick in touch. Delicate leather feels against your skin like fluffy down; you weigh it on the palm of your hand, so gently as it could fall apart at the slightest move. He flexed with his choice, that smug bastard, not only finding something practical, but also elegant, matching your taste in fashion and even suiting your skin tone.

Of course, someone dressing as good as Sabo knows what a good pair of gloves is.

“Even if you stole it—” Words don’t want to come out of you as smoothly as you want. “Sabo, I— I can’t accept it just like that.”

“Naaah, you can.” He snatches them out of your hands, already pulls on your wrist and forces you into a glove. The hold of his nimble yet insanely strong fingers is like an electric shock—every single time and especially now, under the weight of the spiral of horny confessions, proximity and his irresistible charm. Breath hitches in your chest, a flicker barely palpable yet reflected in his eyes, darkening with longing as they glance shamelessly into your cleavage.

Sabo is gentler with the other glove, be it your lack of resistance or the switch of atmosphere. You feel like a diamond adorned with the softest velvet under the ministrations of his fingers. His hands are huge, from so close, in comparison to yours, even bigger than you estimated. He cradles your gloved palms with ease, strong thumbs rubbing soft circles on their backs. You saw what he’s capable of, crushing bones like wafers and tearing stone like paper—but there’s no fear in you, just a sudden, uncontrollable urge to be touched more, carnally, truthfully to his sincere claims.

You’re not sure whether the gloves are that warm—or is it your own body heat skyrocketing under his touch.

“That was supposed to go with dinner or at least coffee.” An awkward blush ghosts on his cheeks, but his voice is already lowering in tone and volume, leaning into sensual whisper faster than your breathing grows. “With a letter and everything. But I’m just a horny idiot, and I want to fuck you as bad as I want to scream how much I love you.”

A loud thudding of your heart almost drowns his words. You’ve started to hold your breath as he was speaking, lack of oxygen growing prominent, but you still don’t dare to inhale. As if a draft of fresh air would destroy the moment. As if he would dissolve if you dared to breathe. 

“Please, don’t look at me like this,” he chuckles low, his pupils dilating as he leans to even your height. “You’re looking like a little, confused prey, and it’s awakening things in me I was not aware I have.”

Finally, you take a breath, shaking and lust-infused. “Goddammit, Sabo. You’re the most bold and charming horny bastard I have ever met.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” He grins. “And many desires. The things I wanna—”

“Well—” You quickly cut into another spree of horny confessions. “You love me. Seems I love you too. You said enough to push my imagination where it should go. And gave me pretty gloves. If you can’t stop yourself from adding more…we can as well just put your ideas into good use.”

A gloved hand rests on your chin, gently tilts it up.

“I love the way you do the math.”

***

“Mnhhh, your hands feel so good.”

He’s twitching between your fingers, heavy against your palm. His own hands secure you from behind, a handful of your curves in each, his gloves deliciously rough. Seated in his lap, in nothing but panties and open shirt, you pump him to your desire, not rushing anywhere, just lavishing yourself with his enthusiasm, with the weight of his gaze skimming from one love mark to another. 

You’re adorned with them, especially your breasts. He hasn’t left them alone since you abandoned your bra, barely peeling away to get a better look at your flushed face. He smirks, his eyes gleaming at you with lust and cockiness, as if testing how far you’ll push the both of you before you cave and let him take the lead.

“I wanna cum all over them. All over you. I wanna see you whole covered in my cum, your breasts, your face, everywhere.”

The Fruit hasn’t eased its power even for a second. Sabo lets words flow, they spill freely, ridiculous, dirty, moist and heavy with lust. You got used to this forced boldness, but you haven’t heard this timbre ever before, ghosting together with his breath over your sweaty skin. Like in trance, you squeeze him between your hands, your new gloves stained with precum and saliva. Exclusive leather, the highest quality, ruined with a whim of your bodies; he looks and feels excellent, so right, hard and burning-hot. On the verge of bursting under your fingers.

With a low groan, Sabo throws his head back, a rowdy, impish smirk flashes at you as he bucks between your palms, “You look so fucking good. So needy. C’mere.”

He tosses you up so easily, your weight meaningless for his insanely strong hands. Barely giving you time to grab his shoulders for balance he dives between your legs, gloved fingers harsh between your sensitive folds. But discomfort lasts only as much, the skill and sheer power take any unpleasant sensation away, immense pleasure quickly taking over your body and mind. For a split moment you wonder how many he treated before you to be this good, but he doesn’t leave you a second to delve into this thought.

“So wet for me,” he coos, his eyes growing even darked at the lewd, sloshing sounds, his fingers sliding into you with ease. “So fast? How badly do you want it?”

He guides you closer, hungry lips skim along your neck before they settle over your ear, words murmured between wet kisses and nibbles, “You want my cock, don’t you? Do you think you can take it? You’re so tight around my fingers…”

He scissors them, stretches you with stubborn precision, testing every inch of your slick walls for your reactions. Never before did you suspect fingers can feel that good, so strong and meticulous, as if he had control over every single nerve in them individually. You start clawing at his shoulders, delicate leather barely a barrier between him and your nails. The familiar feeling of pressure in your abdomen hurtles you towards the blessed snap, arches your back and hips for more. Sabo smirks against your ear, bites its shell as he curls fingers to reach a spot he’s been looking for.

And gods, if he didn’t have a good guess.

“I wanna hear you more.” He groans as you mewl helplessly, rutting hips against his hands to squeeze more of his fingers. “Tell me. Do you want to ride my cock? Do you want to cum on it?”

You would agree for anything to get more of him. Enthusiastically, you plead and beg, as if the Devil Fruit still keeping him in power started affecting you too. 

“Your cries are so sexy,” Sabo rasps, his hand clenching on your hip so hard you whine, not sure yourself if with pain or ecstasy. “Fuck, I want to push you on your knees, make you beg more for it. But you wouldn’t like it, hm, babe? You just want to get fucked, don’t you? You wanna cry on my cock?”

“Fuck, yes!” In desperation you thread through his locks and pull, his sharp hiss vibrating down your spine. “Sabo, please! I want more!”

“Oh, you will get more.”

So fast you barely notice the move he pulls fingers out of you, stable now grasp on your ass guides you to his cock and press down. Sharp inhale squeezes his name in your throat, he pushes deeper and deeper, in merciless chase to please your whims. He’s thick, filling you up so perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock and his cock only. In no time he doesn’t have to put any pressure, you bob on his length with hunger, no care for anything but chasing the need burning your insides.

“My oh my, you whine so loud someone will hear you.�� He licks your juices off his glove, then presses a thumb to your lips, your taste still lingering on leather. “I should have choked you with my cock. But fingers will do, won’t they?”

No thought, just immediate response: you open for him before he words his order. His fingers muffle your cries just a little, if only riling you up even more as you eagerly suck and gnaw, your saliva dripping down your chin and his hand. 

His eyes become almost black as he watches you with wicked interest, letting you use him to get off—but still being the one in control, your selfishness being nothing but fulfilling his wish. He’s so frustratingly calm, all the last crumbles of prior embarrassment gone and replaced by confident, cocky smirk you know way too well. He knows he has you in his net, wrapped around his pinkie at this moment, the Devil Fruit affecting him only on his behalf.

“Ain’t ya a pretty, desperate, little thing?” Out of sudden, he slaps your ass, the echo louder than your surprised gagging as you bobbed your head forwards, taking his fingers much deeper. “Just look at you, so tight on my cock, so good for me…”

The next ones have you howling in pleasure, your hips immediately picking up a fast and steady rhythm. He reads your limits almost at the first try, soon adjusts, and strikes with such precision you squirm in immense pleasure. His other hand leaves your mouth, lets you sing for him as he reaches for your breast, kneading and pulling to his desire, fingers tracing the marks his lips and teeth left.

“Will you cum for me?” He grazes your nipple with a thumb. “Will you cry my name as you come?”

His hips, rather still until now, buck up, meet your rhythm half-way, force it to stutter and break, leaving you helpless against his whims. You lean against him, your legs giving up with the switch of the mood—but he doesn’t let your head bounce off the edge and die out. The thrusts into you freely, with perfect precision recreating the angle you chose and hurtling you towards you high so fast you lose yourself in sensation, your vision, hearing even, going blank.

“Fuuuck, sucking me in…” Holding you close, Sabo waits for your return, his words filthy, but hands surprisingly gentle, stroking your back in slow, calming moves. ”You wanna milk me for all I have, huh?”

“May—” You manage to choke out before you’re in motion again, suddenly in the air, swirling with his cock still buried in you. The bed whines under the weight of two bodies as he presses you, not so gently, into the mattress, your legs hooked up, the strain in your thighs almost unbearable.

At least, for once, he doesn’t have anything to say.

He gives you only a few seconds before pounding you back into haze. Seconds filled with his intense gaze, eyes full of lustful darkness, wet locks plastered to sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Leather sinks into your skin, he spreads you open—and takes everything, no thoughts, no remorse, just stream of pleasure, tide sucking you in with such power you can’t think anymore.

In chaos of pleasure and sensation you feel his teeth again, clenching desperately on your throat. He groans something, no words, feral growl rather, maybe an attempt to shut what the Devil Fruit tries to drag out of him. If he could, he would tear you, that’s as much as you can be sure as you drown in another orgasm, marked with teeth and jaw as strong as his fingers.

And hell, you would let him.

Sabo chokes out a word—your name? —another desperate, overstimulated high of yours finally dragging him with you. At the last moment he pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach, soon slumping on your, your legs falling helplessly by his sides. 

A hot, sweaty and sticky mass—of both of you. 

“Did I…hurt you?” He eventually rasps out, concerned, gently tracing an especially nasty bite mark. “Shit, sorry… This must have hurt like bitch…”

You shake your head and show him a thumb up. You’re still unable to talk, but you don’t want him to bother himself with such details. You want to bask in bliss, aftercare and all the consequences can wait.

Sabo rolls on side with a satisfied groan, takes the gloves off and pulls you close, his fingers soon tracing aimless lines on your back. 

“It’s…the first time I touch you,” he muses with a little chuckle. “Bare hands, I mean. Wait. I wanna do this again. Without gloves.”

“Have mercy…” The offer sounds tempting, but the mere thought of straining your exhausted body more is already painful. “Can you at least wait until my legs stop shaking?”

“Sure. We can’t get out of here anyway. I don’t think I’ll shut up about how good you felt on my cock.”

He peels your remaining clothes away, leaving the gloves for the end. He inspects them from close, equally proud and perverted grin beaming from his face. “But as soon as I can get out, I’m getting you a new pair of those.”

[speedystarshine]

Various TOH characters x readers (General HC’s)

Characters: Eda, Lilith (Platonic), Darius, Adrian, and Steve.

Eda

H-Hot...bird woman..

She is so amazing we love her

She will definitely get you anything at the drop of a hat

No, she doesn't pay for it.

Sometimes when she's bored she'll drag you around town to find some mischief to cause or something to do

If her and Lilith ever get into a fight, you are the barrier. Every. Single. Time.

"Y/N, can you tell my darling sister to stop leaving apple blood cartons everywhere?"

"Y/N, can you tell Lilith to mind her damn business?"

Y/N: *eye twitch*

If you know about the curse she'll appreciate any support you give, even if it doesn't look like it.

Will use Harpy form, especially if she knows it flusters you- poor owl beast is so done.

She is very protective of those she cares about, so she'll deffo bail you out if you happen to get in trouble. She'll feel so bad if it's because of her shenanigans 😭

She likes to drag you into her nest randomly. In her mind, pretty things in nest. Y/N = pretty thing, pretty thing = in nest. Don't say anything about it, though, she'll get so embarrassed-

Lilith (Platonic)

Cool history nerd aunt? Hell yeah!

Definitely overloads you with random info at any point of the day. She cant help it, especially if you get her started on a topic thats special to her.

She'll talk for hours then, not that you mind :)

She does really appreciate it if you listen though, and even more if you engage and back up points.

Is definitely the type to cringe you out, especially in front of your friends. She's cool like that, even though you hate it-

If anything happens to you or you get in trouble, she gets so worried about you!!

I feel like she's the type of person where panic makes her do smart stuff quickly, so she'll instantly patch you up with care if you do get hurt.

I feel like because of her, you'd have a love-hate relationship with Hooty?

Like, you would protect each other to the max if needed but they totally team up against you all the time and it's so not fair >:(

Darius

Ah yes, our favourite peacock.

He treats you like royalty, so be aware of that.

Spa days? Spa days. You keep laughing whenever he puts on a face mask and he gets grumpy about it-

He acts like he's above it but let's be honest, he would totally love to gossip with you.

He somehow knows about everyone and everything in the castle so watch your back if your trying to hide anything from him (he tries not to peep if it's like, a surprise for him but he probably already knows)

You two shovel talk Adrian, it drives him mad 😭

You know if you get into an argument and your parents leave a bowl of fruit or something as an apology?

He definitely brings a mini abomination to bring you something.

He will eventually apologize face to face, but who likes confrontation? Not him.

Co parenting Hunter co parenting Hunter CO PARENTING HUNTE-

Is super worried abt you after the day of unity, and immediately seeks you out (and vice versa).

Adrian

I'm just gonna be upfront. He's draining, but that's the fun of it! (Or not.)

He is 100% catboy confirmed.

He doesn't even bother with the whole "I act like I don't care but actually do" thing he's just super clingy and has no shame <3

He's also super p(r)etty, and can get jealous quite easily. Make sure to give him lots of attention!

Surprisingly doesn't shovel talk Darius, he has some semblance of respect for him, but he just hates everyone equally. Apart from you! (And Terra. She absolutely terrifies him, don't leave them in a room together)

Take everything he says with a grain of salt though, he twists his stories a lot.

E.g: Someone accident tripped him up? It was attempted murder. They tried to break his neck and-

He is a dramatic person, but what do you expect?

The type to just flop onto you and go boneless after a long day, no matter what your doing.

Also treats you like royalty! Just... In his own way.

Steve

Steve! Everyone's favourite demon/ex-scout boy!

He is so affectionate, but in an awkward kinda teenage way.

He buys you flowers.

Gives the best advice? Y'know how you can no what something tastes like just by smell and sight even if you've never had it? Like that but with advice.

He talks about you all the time to Mat!! He's super happy if you two get along, since you are the most important people in his life.

(if you don't though, immediate deal breaker. His little brother is so important to him, so sorry..)

This is random, but he has an obsession with candles.

One time you told him all that smoke wasn't good for the environment, so he bought "bio-degradable" ones from a certain pig at the night market..... He's trying I promise 😭

Motorcycle rides? Hell yeah! He won't ever say it (unless it comes up ofc) but his favourite rides are where there's not really any destination in mind, and your just driving around because.

He somehow is friends with everyone on the boiling isles? Don't be surprised if you see someone who you'd never expect to see talking to him.

The goodest boy ever. Treat him right!

[eumppattv]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐘. 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

── ⋅ ⋅ your life just happened to connect with his, almost as if by fate. was it fate that pulled you apart?; leaving you with the question: will we meet again?

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✯ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 ✯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✯𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐱 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✯𝐰𝐜: 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

warnings: angst :) bittersweet

a/n: have had this in the drafts for so long (two weeks), it needed a home on the blog. also i didn’t review or edit this so sorry if it’s all over the place.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐡𝐢.

My feet splashed as I ran through the alley, the wind unable to hike up my damp skirt. I mentally cursed myself for forgetting the umbrella my mother had left for me in front of my door. I could sense she would be patiently waiting for me when I returned home, umbrella in hand and ready to scold me. Today was the first day of year nine, the start of my teenage years. Sadly, I was cutting it close to being on time for said first day, and I dreaded the idea of getting scolded by my teachers if the rain delayed me any longer.

I could handle a scolding from my mother, in the comfort of my home－ but getting scolded at school was something I would avoid at all costs. I was determined to arrive in time for my first lecture, and nothing would get in the way－

My body collided with a hard surface, sending me flying in the opposite direction. Eyes closed and head throbbing, faint sounds of footsteps made their way towards my body, growing louder until they came to a halt.

“Are you alright?”

I lifted my upper body from the wet cement, eyes peeking through the hair now sticking like glue to my forehead. I was so embarrassed, I forgot the mysterious figure had been at fault for the pain that almost instantly shot up my back.

Planting my feet on the ground, I felt a hand wipe the strands of hair away from my eyes, now showing a clear view of the boy in front of me. Whatever he said- which I assumed was an apology, was replaced with the ringing of the morning bell, causing me to panic.

“I have to go!“ My body instantly lifted, as if I hadn’t fallen at all. Running to the front gates, I crossed my fingers in hope that I could sneak into the school unproved. I was stupid to think that a teacher wouldn’t be out in the rain waiting for those who slept in, or the troublemakers who couldn’t be bothered to show up in time for class.

I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a whistle, knowing how my morning would end. “Y/n it’s unusual for you to be late, but if I make an exception for you, I’d have to make an exception for everyone. And you wouldn’t want Lee Heeseung getting away with anything right?” At the mention of his name, the boy glanced over and winked at me, causing me to cringe.

“Hey you! Are you a new kid or something? You know what? Doesn’t matter, you’re late so hurry arms up!” A shadow was casted over me, offering a small shield from the rain pouring from its direction. The boy who had put us in this situation calmly walked up and secured his spot next to me. He lifted his arms as instructed, the punishment for being late.

I felt the rain stop as his figure engulfed the space next to me. I let a breathe of gratitude out, happy that I wouldn’t have any droplets hit my eye as I stood outside in shame. I mentally thanked him, forgetting about earlier events that led to this moment. Funny.

He had ruined and saved me, all in the same morning.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

The tension in the room was through the roof, with two relationships going downhill, and a couple embarrassing confessions. I had been dragged to this small get-together by Jungwon, but it turns out “small” was not the correct word to describe the situation I’m in.

The night started out with just some of Jungwon and I’s friends, and a handful of people I hadn’t met. The boy and I had gotten close soon after I accepted his apology for making me late on the first day, not to mention the back pain I had for the rest of the week. We started the night with a handful of us, but then they started to multiply, and multiply. Before I knew it, there was no sign of the boy who had invited me, and I was getting dragged by someone to a small room. So now here I am, at a truth or dare circle. Sunoo on my left, a random guy on my right, and my best friend across from me.

At some point during the game, the mysterious boy to my right- which I learned to be Kim Gyuvin- had started to flirt with me. It was innocent at first, with some dares being “Point at the prettiest girl in the room” or some truths being “Who do you want to get to know more”. He had directed his answers towards me, and I had offered awkward smiles and thank you’s so as to not hurt his feelings. As time went by, he had started whispering to me in between rounds, nothing bad just small talk here and there. I wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but I had found the boy to be quite annoying.

Unbeknownst to me, Jungwon had been observing us the whole game, and was not happy at the boys attention being on me. As the game went on, I could feel Jungwon’s intense stare on me, but thought nothing of it. Soon it was Jungwon’s turn, and Niki turned to ask him the big question: “Truth or Dare?”. I turned to look at the boy, surprised to find his eyes already turned in my direction. “Truth” he said confidently, as if his answer to the question gave him power. Niki pondered for a couple seconds, before his face lit up to the point you could imagine the faint outline of a lightbulb above his head. He turned to Jungwon, the most obvious smirk plastered across his face.

“Do you have a crush on anyone in this room, and if so who?” Everyone reacted to the loaded question, turning to look at him. I expected Jungwon to protest the fact that he had been asked two questions in one, but he didn’t. Instead he answered without giving himself time to think, like he knew exactly what to say.

“Yeah, I have a crush on Y/n”.

I was given no time to think or react. Jungwon has stood from his spot across from me, closing the space between us. “It’s actually Y/n’s curfew so we’re going to head out”. He took my hand in his and pulled me up to my feet, before guiding me out the door. I followed behind, too shocked to protest or question his actions. We made it to the front door after struggling to squeeze our way through the endless sea of sweaty bodies.

Once out the door, we made our way down the street in the direction of my house. We had walked together many times, yet this moment seemed different. Maybe it was the sudden confession just minutes before, or the fact that our hands were still connected- with no intention of straying apart. The air was cold and silent as we walked hand in hand, as if scared to address the events that led to this moment.

I wondered if he meant what he said. Did he like me or did he just want alto create a scene? No, he wasn’t the type to bring that sort of attention towards himself. It wasn’t past my curfew, in fact I didn’t have a curfew at all- and neither did Jungwon. So why did he drag me out the house? Did he perhaps want to properly confess?

I came to a halt, my heart beating so fast I was convinced it would pop out my chest. Jungwon turned to face me with a concerned expression. “Why’d you stop? Are you okay?” I shook my head, the amount of questions flooding my brain making it hard to produce any words. Still I managed to settle down my thoughts, my hand slipping out of his.

“Were you telling the truth?” I wouldn’t dare meet his eyes, the silence eating at me. “I was. I like you Y/n”. He gaze softened, and he grabbed my hand once again, making me look up at him. I wasn’t sure how to react to his confession, or to his feelings. Did I have feelings for him as well? I hadn’t thought about it, ever. I wasn’t so sure I could reciprocate the same, at least for now.

I nodded, understanding what he was saying, and knowing what I wanted. “Can you wait?” “What?” I took a deep breathe, scared I might hurt his feelings. “Can you wait for me? I don’t know if I have feelings for you now, but that’s not to say I won’t develop them later on. I just- I don’t know relationships are hard and scary”. He took in my words, and for a couple seconds I thought this would be the end of our friendship.

“Ok. I’ll wait however long it takes”

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me tomorrow?”

I looked up from my book, coming face to face with a nervous boy. Jungwon and I had been studying at the library for a while now, as I knew the only way we would be able to pass this test was by holding each other accountable. We had been successful the first twenty minutes, but now he was starting to get bored and I gotten stressed. While he chose to redirect his attention to his phone, I decided to catch up on my favorite book- only because my phone had died earlier that evening.

“What do you mean?” My eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as I stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sweat beads forming on his forehead. “Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” My eyes settled on his for what seemed like forever, as I slowly closed my book- for dramatic effect of course.

It was fun seeing Jungwon flustered or embarrassed, especially now that I had developed feelings for him; though he did not know that yet. Last month I was telling him to wait for me, and now I was waiting for him to make a move after the countless hints I had given him. But I never expected him to be this oblivious. “What movie?” I asked, catching him by surprise. “Uhhhh… ummm… the Barbie Movie”. I smiled in excitement, and he wearily returned it. “Ok it’s a date” - “A what?!”

So, here we were the next day, walking to the movie theatre. I had spent all night looking for an outfit, wanting to look my best for my first official date. When Jungwon showed up to my door the next day, he was wearing a jacket the same color as my top, making us both blush. We were going on a date, matching like a couple, while I hadn’t even confessed to him yet. Though we got over the inicial awkwardness, later on we had passed by a flower shop where the owner had mistaken us for a couple. It made me nervous, for some reason, and I was sure Jungwon could tell.

We had gotten our tickets, which he insisted on paying for, and made our way to our seats. Once the trailers had started, we felt more at ease. We talked about school, and commented on some trailers here and there. It was as if we were just two friends enjoying each other’s company. And for a while we were just enjoying each other’s company, until halfway through the movie.

We had gotten a large popcorn to share, as I had eaten at home and had no room for my own snacks. I hadn’t even thought about eating any, until that moment. So I reached my hand into the bowl, unaware of the boy next to me doing the same. We were both so focused on the movie, that the only thing that snapped us out of our trance was the feeling of our hands touching. We both snapped our necks to look at each other, probably getting whiplash. We stayed still, unmoving- and then he pulled away his hand, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

He looked away, hand on the rim of the bowl, the other covering his face. I thought to myself, I can be embarrassed or I can make a move. I settled on the second option, frustrated with how unaware the boy was of my feelings. I took my hand out of the bowl, and reached over for him, intertwining our fingers, before moving our hands down below the bowl. Jungwon looked back at me, peeking through his fingers, surprised at my sudden actions.

Calming himself down, he removed his hand from his face and set his eyes on me. Embarrassed by his intense stare, I whispered “Pay attention to the movie” while still keeping my eyes forward. If I looked at him my heart would explode, so I directed my attention forward for the rest of the movie. He obeyed my order, while glancing over every couple minutes. I acted like I didn’t notice, but inside my stomach was doing flips.

That night, I went from best friend and crush, to girlfriend.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐜𝐡.

The air was cold against my skin, making my cheeks and nose red. It was late at night, eleven o’clock at night to be exact. I had no intention of going out so late at night, but Jungwon had dragged me out. With exams over, we could finally breathe, and I desperately needed to get out the house.

My hair blew in the wind as I swung in the swing set. Jungwon was seated in the swing beside me, stagnant as he admired me- something I was getting used to. It was often that I would enjoy my favorite activities, only to find Jungwon uninterested in anything but me. He would stay still, his stare upon me in a loving matter. I wondered how he could give so much love, and why he directed that love towards me.

“Are you cold?” He asked as I tried to stop the swing with my feet. “Hmm well it’s chilly” I said as my swing came to a stop. He rose to his feet, taking a couple steps towards me. He took his jacket off, placing it on my shoulders. It smelled of his cologne, vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. I snuggled it closer to my body, grinning from ear to ear.

Jungwon sat down on his swing, and for a couple minutes, we just sat in complete silence. It was comforting, just enjoying each other’s company without any distractions. I glanced over at the boy, using this as my turn to admire his every feature. His dark brown hair, his perfect nose, his cat eyes, and when he glanced back; his perfect smile. I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Without thinking, I grabbed the chain of his swing, and pulled myself closer. He let me, wanting to close the distance between us. Before I knew it, we were both leaning into each other, faces centimeters apart. My heart started beating at light speed, something I called the Jungwon Effect. “Can I kiss you?”.

His lips were soft on mine, too soft. He had asked for permission, yet he acted like I was going to break if he dared touch me. It was my first kiss, and the fear I initially felt was now gone. I used to dread this moment, when I would embarrass myself in a moment of intimacy. But with Jungwon, fear didn’t exist- and instead I felt a surge of energy rush through my body. This caused me to pull him in closer, letting him know I wanted this kiss more than anything. I could feel him smiling against my lips, causing me to do the same.

I was filled with joy, excitement, and most importantly; love.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐛𝐲𝐞.

This feeling was new, and unwelcome. With Jungwon, my heart beats from love. In this moment, it beats from heartbreak.

“I got accepted into the company. I move to Seoul next week, to start training.” I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to be happy for him, and celebrate all night. But he wasn’t telling me this to celebrate it; he was breaking up with me. A single tear rolled down my face as the thought sunk in. Was this the end?

Jungwon sighed, holding back his own tears. Wasn’t he going to comfort me? It seemed to me he was holding back, and I was certain he was trying to make the situation easier on himself. He wanted to disconnect as fast as possible, not giving me time to mourn. I didn’t want to disconnect- I wanted to hold on as tight as possible for as long as I lived. I couldn’t let him go, but there was no benefit in making him stay. This was his dream. I had to let him spread his wings and go.

“This means we-“ I cut him off harshly. “We can’t be together” He nodded, his gaze focused on anything in the cafe but me. I wish he would have chosen a more private space, so I could sink into the floor and disappear. Another tear escaped my eyes, and I wiped it away in shame. I had to be strong, I couldn’t seem weak.

Looking away, I pushed my chair back and stood up, grabbing my bag and phone. Jungwon finally broke his staring contest with the wall, and met my eyes. His were red, puffy, like he had been crying prior to our impromptu meeting. “Do I need to delete your number?” I had heard from some classmates that Heeseung had been scouted on the street, and once he entered the company they made him delete all social media. They even had him change his phone and phone number. It seemed extreme to me, but Jungwon’s second nod confirming the rumors.

I unlocked my device, browsing my contact list before I pressed on the contact “Jungwonnie”. My finger hovering over the delete button, knowing one click would end it all. My hesitation did not save me in the end, as I made my way home in the cold of night.

That was the last time I saw or spoke to the boy; my boy.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

My biggest fault is agreeing to things that hurt me, but I do it anyway. I had moved to Seoul my eleventh grade year, with plans of pursuing fashion design at a college nearby. While I had left my old life behind in pursuit of new beginnings, I found my mind wondering to a time where I had my special someone next to me. Whenever I have these thoughts, or rather memories, I remind myself that the past is in the past. Well, today the past resurfaced without any warning.

I had been invited to my friends house for a sleepover, just us two and brownies. There was promise of a movie, but when we sat down I was hit with the memories. His face was in full color, big screen, right in front of my eyes. “W-What’s this?” I asked, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. My friend simply responded, not even bothering to look away from the screen. “It’s a survival show called I-Land. This is the last episode, where we find out who debuted in the final lineup”.

Debuted? So this was what he was up to? What had ended the happiest year of my life. I was filled with emotions- emotions that had to stay hidden. Instead of crying as I usually did whenever his face pops up in my brain, I settle down on the couch, sinking into the cushions. I waited for the announcement, the big reveal.

Part of me hoped he would debut, and live his dream just how he intended. The other part of me was selfish, hoping he would fail and come home. But I had to remember there was no home. I was far from it, chasing my own goals and getting over my own hurdles. Who was I to wish for his failure?

Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into an hour before the lineup reveal. “Jungwon’s my favorite! I hope he debuts!” The mention of his name startled me, making it difficult to act oblivious. I let out a quiet hum, before turning my attention to the screen.

In seconds his name was called, further widening the gap between us. My friend jumped in excitement, while I could barely breathe. He made it! He did it! It was all worth it. But, why did I feel so defeated? I should be happy yet I can’t seem to bring myself to smile. He was gone- truly gone. I would never see him again; he would never be mine. That’s the way the universe intended, and if it meant he would be happy- I’d have to accept our fate.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

I cursed as I ran down the hall, cutting it close in terms of time. I had already organized my station the night before, setting my racks upon racks of clothing up in the studio. Today I had the opportunity to style one of the most popular boy groups, all in my own fashion line. I had gained quite a bit of fame, working with the top idols in the industry at such a young age. From BTS, to TWICE and now; ENHYPEN.

I had initially thought of rejecting the offer, knowing he was the leader of the group. Once I got the contract in, I noticed only three members would be present- his name not on the paper. Content with the guidelines and participants, I signed off on the project, excited to collaborate with the members and their company.

While he wasn’t here, I had forgotten about another person involved in my past. Lee Heeseung. I figured this was my punishment for deciding to work with them. He hadn’t changed one bit, just as annoying as before. It seemed his rebel tendencies had also never left him, as he had rejected the first four outfits my assistant had him try on.

After they had finally agreed on an outfit that was “up to his standards”, I gathered the three boys up and let my director take the lead. They posed for the camera, giving the fabric life. I sensed this photo shoot would be a hit, and I could already imagine the orders and offers coming in. It was satisfying to see your hard work pay off, a feeling like no other.

“Good work today! We will get the photos selected in for editing, and they should be up next week.” The boys bowed to the staff, before leaving the studio. The shoot had been a success, leaving me content with my work. “We will clean up boss, please go home and get some rest.” My assistant bowed, and I returned the gesture, grateful for her work. I hid my farewells and good nights, making my way out the d-

My body collided with a hard surface, sending me flying in the opposite direction. Eyes closed and head throbbing, faint sounds of footsteps made their way towards my body, growing louder until they came to a halt.

“Are you alright?”

That voice. I knew who it belonged to. I felt a lump in my throat, and I was unable to move. Why here? Why now? I had barely gotten him out of my system, and now he creeps back. I directed my head down, hiding myself from his view. “I’m okay, you can go I can get up on my own”. For a while his feet didn’t move, and I wondered if he recognized me. But at the sound of his name being called, he muttered a “sorry” and walked off.

Why was my face wet? Was I crying? Why? I told myself it was better for us to remain strangers, knowing we wouldn’t be able to be together now that we had our careers on the line. So why was I sitting like a fool on this cold floor, letting every tear I had kept in all these years flow out like a river. There were so many things I wanted to say to him. So many thoughts I wanted to share. I knew it wasn’t possible, but I also knew someday I’d have to face him. I would have to see him, talk to him, all while keeping that false unfamiliarity.

Though I had so much to share, there’s one thing I put above all. One question I wanted him to answer. I had asked him before he left, but it remained unanswered. He waited for my love, and I offered it without hesitation. In the end, I wait for his, knowing i’ll never have it. Yet I wonder; Will we meet again?

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★ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭?

𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 🍓🍰

[spark-my-nature]

Follow Me Down II - DRW

Part two

The evening continues, following Danny's invitation.

Read Part One

Chapter word count: 6.2K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW. Oral (M&F), unprotected sex, language, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

“Prove it,” he dared in a whisper.

His lips were so tempting, his warm breath close enough to feel it. Your lips curled up into a smile as your eyelids fluttered shut, closing the distance and slotting your lips against his. 

It was only a few seconds before someone crashed open the backdoor. Jumping apart to an appropriate distance, the party-goer shouted a slurred apology before shutting the door again. Danny met your eyes like a guilty kid, a goofy smirk on his face before you both started snickering.

His fingers curled around yours at your side. “Make out in my room?” 

His dead-serious question made you snort into laughter, and he giggled along with you as you pretended to mull it over. You nodded, and Danny pecked your lips sweetly, grinning, leading you into the house. You held his hand all the way through the living room, heart fluttering like a teenager as you made your way with hushed giggles up the stairs. The basement had mostly cleared out, only a few stragglers finishing out the night with a final drink. The music had died off, and the chatter downstairs was minimal. As you followed Danny around the corner and down the hall, you both neared Sam’s designated room, and your ears were increasingly affronted with the moans and thuds of a headboard against a wall from behind his door the closer you got.

Danny cringed, snickering as he turned to face you. You mimicked a gag, quickly pushing Danny to continue to his room. 

He giggled softly as you guided him past the door and closed it behind the two of you. You shuddered, once out of earshot. “Your best friend is a slut,” you giggled. 

“He’s a persistent slut, though,” Danny laughed, pointing an indignant finger. “He’s been pursuing that chick for weeks, glad it finally paid off for him.”

You nodded in agreement, walking over to his record player where you both sat on the floor. “He hasn’t had se-… any conquests on the tour?” 

Truthfully, you didn’t care what Sam did, or rather who. You were curious about what happened within the privacy of the tour bus, though. 

Danny laughed, pulling out his newest addition to the vinyl collection. “No actually, I think he really does like her. He laid in his bunk all the time on the bus, just texting her, always had that silly smile on his face.”

You nodded along, playing with your fingers. He placed the vinyl down, flicking on the turntable. “Josh? Jake? Don’t tell me nobody got any action the whole time, some rockstars you are,” you smirked.

Danny focused on setting the needle down, but you still caught the blush adorning his cheeks. “Uhhh... aha… sorry to disappoint.” 

A small wave of relief washed over you. 

“Not disappointed. Suprised maybe,” you admitted. 

Danny looked over at you at that. The music began softly through the speakers. You watched him grab the corner of a blanket off the edge of the bed, tossing it down amidst a few pillows. He gave you a shy smile, laying on his back and laying his arm out for you.

You giggled quietly, nestling yourself beside him, using his strong arm as a pillow and facing him. He faced the ceiling with a faint smile, and you admired his profile as he thought. 

“Why’re you surprised?” He finally broke the silence. 

You dropped your eyes, bringing a hand up to touch his bicep absently. “Maybe surprised was the wrong word. I think I meant more along the lines of relieved.”

Danny smiled rather triumphantly as you confirmed whatever suspicions he’d had. Your heart raced as he then rolled his head towards you. His face was inches away from yours when you met his eyes, and he brought his free hand to your cheek gently. “You really thought I’d give anybody a second glance,” he began quietly, “when all I ever wanted was right here?”

Your lips parted to speak, but you couldn’t think of a single thing to say, overcome with the urge to kiss him breathless. He seemed to come to the same idea though, leaning closer and eagerly meeting your lips as you kissed him deeply. His warm, rough palm smoothed over your cheek, letting out a sigh against your lips as you kissed. He rolled fully onto his side, the muscles beneath your head flexing with the movement, heating up your belly. Subconsciously your hand sought out more of Danny’s strong physique, smoothing down his chest and resting lightly on his abdomen. Running your hand up his toned stomach earned you a low moan of appreciation, immediately craving more of those sounds. His lips deliciously worked with your own as you slipped under his shirt. A whimper of your own sounded into his mouth, finally feeling the soft dark trail of hair beneath your hand that had teased you for so long. 

Growing antsy with desire, Danny’s hands began wandering too. First down your neck, brushing across your collarbones. You felt him pause there, and you smiled against his lips knowingly. Danny smiled back, breathless and flustered. You fluttered your eyes open, taking a second to drink him in in the moonlight casted in through the window. “Don’t stop now,” you whispered playfully, “I’m trying to get to second base here.” 

He giggled breathlessly, “Oh really?” His hand brushed a little lower, over the top of your breast teasingly.

You grinned mischievously, “Oh hell, yeah.” 

Danny held eye contact, challenging your smirk with his own, and lowering his hand over your breast. The self-assured smirk dropped from his face as he squeezed lightly, biting his lip. “You… are not wearing a bra,” he breathed, massaging it gently. Your lips parted in an unvocalized breathy moan, and you tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth, arching into his touch. “Oh, huh… how about that,” you jokingly played dumb, swallowing down a gasp. “You don’t mind, do you?”

The hungry, pointed look he shot you answered your question. He then brought his elbow under him, readjusting you beneath him as he leaned over you. His eyes had grown darker, and he hovered his lips over yours. “Wanna keep going to third base?”

You inhaled sharply, grinning up at him. “Not gonna lie, I have no idea what that actually means, but whatever it is, I want you to do it,” you giggled. 

“Me neither, I was just copying your thing,” he snickered. “I think Sam might’ve said it was clothes off at one point…”

Smirking, you gave him a challenging look. “Take my shirt off then, Wagner.” 

Danny let out a surprised huff, swallowing and sitting up. You sat up with him, and his fingers curled around your shirt’s hem. “Yes, ma’am.” 

He lifted the shirt over your head, letting it fall absently beside him, completely distracted by your bare chest, only your short skirt remaining. Under his breath, he whined, “Oh fuck…” Impatiently, you gave him an imploring look and brought his hand back to your chest. Danny’s jaw hung open as he squeezed your boob, quickly bringing his other hand up to join. You whimpered as he toyed with your tits, plucking at your nipples between his thumb and fingers. He quickly looked up to your eyes, exchanging a wordless nod of consent with you before leaning forward and lapping over your nipple. You moaned, bringing him down with you as you laid back on the floor. He eagerly followed your lead, crawling over your body and sucking your tits with a groan. Sparks of unfiltered pleasure shot like lightning to your core, coupled with the tickle of his silken curls on your chest. 

“Fuck… feels so good,” you whined, brows furrowed. Danny moaned, muffled into your chest as his lips migrated along the curve underneath your breast. “So fucking gorgeous,” he praised. 

Dazed, you smiled at the ceiling, feeling Danny’s lips all over your tummy. Your hand slipped into his hair as he roamed lovingly down your front. “Want your shirt off too,” you softly reminded him. He surfaced for air, giving you a dazzling smile. He tugged off his shirt, moving to resume his mission, but you put a hand on his chest, giggling at his pout. “My turn, handsome.” 

He bit his lip, letting you push him onto his back this time. His eyes flickered between your tits and your lips, then fluttering closed with a sigh as you lowered yourself to kiss the centre of his chest. The small patch of hair between his pecks tickled your lips, making you smile lovingly as you moved over. You licked up his nipple playfully, not expecting much, but he groaned and squirmed his hips. Raising an eyebrow, you chuckled darkly, sucking the nub into your mouth gently. His jaw dropped open, furrowing his brow and groaning louder. “Uh- fuck,” he gasped. “Oh my god… that’s nice,” he breathed, lifting up his head and shooting you a pleasantly surprised grin. 

You smiled wide. “Yeah? That new?” He nodded shyly, bringing his arms up and resting his head on them. Your mouth practically watered at the flexing, bulging muscle, but you swallowed and descended again. “M’kay then… noted.” You happily nibbled at his nipple again, thoroughly enjoying the pleasured sigh it got you. Lowering further, you sucked and licked absently, just worshipping his soft skin. Trailing your lips and tongue lower, you finally lifted at his belly button. 

“Love this,” you softly admitted, smoothing your fingertips down his treasure trail. 

Danny shuddered, abdomen tensing as he giggled breathlessly. “What?” he inquired, lifting up on his elbows. 

You blushed, making eye contact as you kissed his belly. “This,” you whispered innocently, running your hand down it again. Danny’s head rolled sideways, breath picking up as he watched. “Really?” he smiled playfully. 

You nodded, holding his gaze and nipping at the skin. He bit his lip, “By all means, keep going then.” 

You fluttered your eyes shut, pressing a kiss to the spot. “Yeah? Lower?” you confirmed softly. 

Danny huffed, flustered. “Please,” he breathed. “Literally anything you wanna do to me, do it,” he humorlessly chuckled. 

Looking up at him at that, you quickly leaned up his body and kissed his lips softly. Letting your lips linger against his, you whispered, “Can I go down on you?” 

Danny’s face looked like he’d ascended to heaven. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath, “Yeah? My gorgeous girl wants to suck my dick?” His smirk was bordering on feral. 

Your knees were noticeably weaker as you descended and nodded, lip tucked pathetically beneath your teeth. His girl. His chest puffed faster, watching you flick open the button of his jeans. You drug the zipper down, and took a deep breath, tugging at his belt loops. Wiggling them down his thighs with his assistance, you admittedly gawked at the shape of him, barely obscured by his navy blue Calvins. “Fucking shit, Danny,” you whined, placing your hands on his upper thighs. 

He looked down, then back up to your face. “Wh… what,” he softly asked. You bucked your eyes at him. “You’re so big,” you blushed, sliding one hand up his thigh and delicately palming him. His head fell back with a hiss. “Oh,” he grit. You smirked at how he was panting now. 

You giggled softly, “How’s this fit anywhere?” you teased, squeezing gently. 

Danny blushed hard, grinning down at you exasperatedly. “Shut up.” 

You finally pulled down the front of his waistband, muttering, “Oh fuck…” He swallowed down a gasp, clearly getting off on your amazement. As you took his warm, rock hard cock into your hand, you admired the beauty of him, beginning to stroke him firmly. He released a strained moan, biting his lip hard. You noticed his knuckles turning white around a fistful of blanket. 

As you shifted, settling on your stomach, you looked up at his face past the obscuring shape of his erection. His breathing stuttered, watching closely as his chest began shining in a light sheen of sweat. “Baby…” he swallowed, brows furrowing, “…please…”

You whimpered, nodding up at him. “I will, babe, just wanna savor you.”

He smiled, blinking down at you fondly. “Oh…fuck…”

You sighed contentedly, bringing him to your lips. You made sure he was watching, then extended your tongue, gliding his sensitive frenulum along it and enveloping the head of him in your mouth. The shaky moan he let out made your eyes close, fighting the urge to just climb his body and ride him instead. “Nnngh- yesss,” he mumbled lazily as you teasingly rose and lowered your lips over his tip, tasting his salty velvety skin. One of his hands snaked down his front before gently lacing into your hair. Humming your approval, you sank his length farther into your mouth, working your tongue against the underside of him. Your hand squeezed as you stroked upward, working the base of his cock with your hand as your mouth looked after the top end. 

“Oh fuck… ohhh fuck-“ Danny growled lowly, his hips rolling upwards, involuntarily forcing him down your throat. You gagged around him, making him cry out hoarsely. He stuttered out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn-“ you cut him off by sinking your mouth around him again, relaxing your throat and suctioning deeply. His eyes rolled back into his head with a deep groan, curls falling back from around his face and exposing his arched neck, his adams apple bobbing as he let his head fall limply backwards. 

“Fuck baby, your mouth is heaven,” he whined as you sucked rhythmically. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

Pulling off him, you pumped his cock quickly in your fist, kissing near the muscular V that dipped between his hips. “Wanna make you cum,” you whispered, turning your head and licking from base to tip before sinking back down around him. 

He nodded slowly, looking fucked out and dazed with his eyes lidded and those thick dark brows furrowed, tipped up in pleasure. “Mmmmfffuck, yes, baby please…” His fingers tightened in your hair, his face screwing up in a blissful wince as you took him deeper, throat tightening in a near-gag. Your hand never ceased jerking his length, and you focused your mouth near his tip, letting your tongue worship the sweet sensitive spot underneath the ridge of his head. 

Sweat began shining across his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He grit his teeth, “So close, ‘m gonna cum baby-“ he gasped, abs clenching as he fought the urge to fuck your mouth. You helped him out by pressing a hand to his hip, pinning him to the floor as you sped up your hand. “Ah- yesyesyesyes-“ he gasped, “I’m cu-UUhhh-” Danny groaned loudly, head tossing back as his cock pulsed erratically in your grip. Seconds later you tasted his release as it leaked across your tongue and down your throat. You relaxed your grip gradually, working him through it and slowing down until he hissed, spasming under you. You lifted your mouth off of him, admiring his flushed face and chest as he panted. With a wide, proud smile, you rose to your knees, crawling up beside him and laying on your side, leaning over his face. 

He blinked up at you lazily, smiling so tenderly you felt your heart flip in your chest. “Hey,” he quietly rasped. You giggled, bringing a hand to cup his jaw. “Hey back,” you returned. “Enjoy third base?” 

Danny blinked at you for a second before snorting and laughing breathlessly, nose crinkling as he nodded his head incredulously. “Very, very much, yes,” he giggled. 

You grinned wide, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, kissing there sweetly. “Me too.”

The record had played through the first side, spinning the nostalgic static sound of vinyl through the speakers rhythmically. Danny’s breath evened out, and he hummed contentedly. “M’very much looking forward to returning the favor,” his sly voice rumbled above you smoothly.

He chuckled at your soft noise of surprise. “You like that thought?” He rolled on his side, coming face to face with you. You bit your lip, scanning his face. “Mhmm.”

“Me too,” he whispered teasingly, echoing your previous words with a smirk. He captured your lips in a slow but passionate kiss, tongue slipping alongside yours lazily but with purpose. You moaned softly, pressing your bare chest against his. Against your lips he mumbled, “Lemme taste your sweet pussy.” He licked against your tongue devilishly, smirking as he murmured his teasing words. “Want you to cum for me, right on my face,” he continued, working you into a breathless whiny mess. 

You weakly pawed at his chest, nodding along with his nasty words. “Baby,” you breathed, “Want it so bad.”

He faux simpered with you, mossy-brown eyes watching you with exaggerated sympathy, “I know, gorgeous girl, bet your pretty pussy is soaked for me.” He ran his hand south from its place at your lower back, slipping down to your thigh where your skirt ended. You held heated eye contact as his callused palm smoothed along your thigh, inching upwards until it met the band of your lacey panties. You watched as he bit his lip, fingers sliding under the elastic around your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass. He dipped forward into a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip as he squeezed, spreading your ass slightly as he kneaded. His hot breath mingled with your own, and he smirked as you let out a small choked whine. His fingers dipped in between your legs further, his long fingers touching the pool of your wetness between your thighs, brushing the crease of your pussy. His lips parted in awe, and you inhaled sharply through your nose at his touch.

He positively purred, “Mmmm, guess I was right… so fuckin’ wet for me…” His fingers withdrew, snaking around to push your hips back. You laid flat for him on the floor, letting him lean over you darkly, he never let his face stray far from your own, preferring to tease you with his lips hovering just inches above, out of reach. 

His hand lifted your skirt up, laying it flipped up over your stomach. His eyes peeked below, eyelids hooding darkly at the sight of your little black panties. He watched his fingertips slip beneath the waistband, pausing there and looking back up. “You want me to touch you?” he confirmed softly. 

You smiled shyly, nodding. “Don’t back out on me now,” you teased. Danny smirked devilishly, smoothing his hand down into your panties, parting your lips and slipping his middle and ring finger through your wet folds. You whined pathetically, any remaining fight in you flying out the window. “Oh my god yes,” you whispered, grinding up into his hand. His calluses that strategically littered those long sexy fingers felt so unexpectedly delicious against your clit, and you chased the friction as he circled it with the pads of his fingers. He licked his lips absently, lost in the beautiful faces you made as he explored and learned your body like this. His fingers slipped around easily, your wetness coating his fingers as he toyed with you experimentally. 

“Perfect,” he breathed, “so soft ‘n wet, better than I imagined.” 

You bit back a groan, and he smiled, watching you falling apart already under his touch. He slid his fingers a little lower, locating your entrance blindly. Your eyes fluttered open just as he began pushing his middle finger into your tight hole, and you moaned weakly, “Dannyyy-“ 

He groaned softly, beginning to pump his finger in and out, memorizing the soft wet feeling around his hand. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight, you feel like fucking heaven,” he praised, his thumb joining the action and beginning to rub and circle your clit. 

Your head fell limply back onto the decorative throw pillow beneath you, letting out a whiney sigh. It quickly shot back up once Danny started shifting and wiggling, making his way southward down your body. “Oh shit,” you watched him look up at you with a smirk that you were sure could make you cum by itself if you thought hard enough. His eyes sparkled with the playful but intense desire that surrounded the evening, his pink tongue flicking out and licking at the crease of your thigh and winking up at you right after. 

Your lips curled up in a shy smirk, invitingly lifting up your hips. He chuckled, smoothing his hands up your thighs, under your skirt until his fingers curled into the band of your panties. He pulled them down, his focus shifting to watch the fabric peel off your drenched slit. His brows knit, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he uncovered you, pulling them past your knees. You lifted both legs up, knees to your chest as you finished the job and tossed them beside you. 

Broad, warm hands caught your knees before you could lower them, and he rose up to his knees, peering down at you from over your bent legs. He rested his chin playfully on his hands, cocking his head. His next words were raspy, low and absolutely charged with sexual energy. 

“I’m gonna eat you out, and I won’t be stopping until you’re shaking and soaking my face. And then,” he kept his eyes on yours as his hands spread your knees open, still keeping you bent in half, “Then I’m gonna fill this sweet little cunt with my cock…” he said as he lowered himself down. Your jaw hung open, and you simply nodded weakly, stunned.

 “Gonna fuck you,” he over-articulated the filthy promise, words echoing in your brain. He pressed a kiss to your hip bone, voice getting breathier and raspier the nearer he got to his prize. “Gonna slip right into this perfect little pussy, over…” he licked up your slit slowly, whispering, “...and over…” he bit gently at your outer labia, “...and over.” 

You let out a strangled grunt, your jaw clenching as Danny open-mouth enveloped your pussy in his mouth, running his tongue flat over your clit and sucking it into his lips with a slurp. “Fuck, Dannyyy…” your voice trailed off in a high pitched whine, letting your head fall back as your toes curled. “Aren’t you gonna take the skirt off?”

He ran his hands up the underside of your thighs, keeping you bent and spread open for him. “Fuck no… it’s so sexy,” he growled, “It stays on.” His fingers massaged your thighs, squeezing them around his head. You nodded, lip tucked tightly beneath your teeth as you whimpered. 

He groaned roughly into you, muffled by your wet folds as his face completely buried between your legs. He let his tongue sink into your entrance, curling it up rhythmically, and the tip of his perfect, falcon-like nose pressed deliciously into your clit. As Danny’s head tilted, hungrily lapping you up, he shook his face steadily back and forth, flawlessly drawing your stomach muscles tighter and tighter. 

“Dan- OH fuck baby- Danny yes, yesyesyes!” Arching your back, Danny followed your body’s clues, bringing one of his hands off your thighs to quickly tease two fingers against your entrance. You pressed as much as you could against his fingertips, and he moaned around your clit as he slipped them in. 

“So eager, dirty girl,” he mumbled against your clit. You looked down at him, his hair dishevelled around his cheeks and damp from your wetness. His eyes were so dark, so hungry. Slowly, your orgasm simmered, and you bucked against him. Danny seemed sense it coming, and he rolled his tongue over your clit as firmly as he could, fucking his fingers into you faster. Wet, filthy noises filled the room, accompanied by Danny’s soft gasps and slurps against you. Your moans egged him on, and he groaned into you, vibrating against your swollen bud, finally tipping you over the edge. 

Crying out his name on a broken sob, you shook against his face weakly, thighs trembling at his cheeks and clenching around his fingers spastically. “Oh- Ohh my god, oh…” his tongue softened, babying your clit as you came down and slipping his fingers out gently. 

Finally, you sighed, going limp and relaxing your legs at either side of him. Your eyes fluttered open after a moment, catching Danny’s eyes running up and down your flushed body as he sucked your slick off his fingers. You whined softly, making him look up at you, and his eyes crinkled in a smile. 

His body fell over yours, catching himself on his palms on both sides of your head. He hovered over your face, smiling wide. 

You grinned up at him lazily, brushing his hair behind his ear. “So of course you’re amazing at that, too,” you joked. 

He smirked, licking his bottom lip and biting it smugly, “I dunno, I think I just spent so long imagining doing it, it must’ve paid off.” 

You raised an eyebrow, “How long exactly are we talking?” 

Danny leaned down, kissing you sweetly and cupping your face. You let him kiss you for a few moments, then giggled against his lips and pushed at his shoulders. “Hey hey, you can’t shut me up with kisses,” you teased, “answer me!”

He blushed, rolling his eyes. “Long enough, alright?” Shyly, he cupped your face. His thumb gently swept over your cheek and his eyes seemed to just drink you in. You felt your cheeks getting hot, and you blinked up at him demurely. “Mmm… alright. Keep kissing me,” you grinned, and he chuckled softly, capturing your lips again. 

He lowered himself to his elbows, never breaking the kiss. You reached down, but Danny swatted your hand away gently, unzipping your skirt himself. Shuffling around, you both managed to wiggle it down your legs. You opened them, letting Danny’s toned body lie against you. 

You felt his erection, smirking against his lips. “Somebody recovered quickly.”

He shot you a smug look, “I aim to please.” He sat up on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the bed towards him. You gasped, giggling up at him, smiling down at you devilishly before spreading your legs open by your knees. Biting your lip, you watched his face as his hand smoothed down your stomach until his two fingers spread you open. He spread the evidence of your orgasm around slickly, sighing to himself hungrily. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Baby…” you pleaded quietly, making him look up at your face. “Want you, Danny.” 

His lips parted in a shuddery sigh, eyes hooding darkly. “I want you, baby, want you all over me,” his tone betraying his waning self control. 

He wanted you all over him… how could you say no? 

With a cheeky smirk, you sat up to face him, distracting him with a kiss. He immediately melted into your lips, his hands leaving your hips to hold your face tenderly. Perfect. You suddenly pushed him back, his head landing at the foot of the bed. His curls settled around his surprised face, giving him an adorably vulnerable aura. You climbed over his body, straddling him and leaning down to continue the sweet kisses. He whined into your mouth, his abdomen tensing, and you felt his cock slipping through your wetness as he ground up into you. 

You broke the kiss with a whimper, your eyes fluttering open. Danny’s eyes searched your face, his heart pounding in his chest beneath your hands. In the silence, there was a moment shared between you, as his mossy brown eyes explored your own. A wordless confirmation of holy shit, this is happening. I’m so happy. You’re everything.

I need you.

Danny held eye contact as his hand slid between your bodies, grasping himself as you lifted your hips instinctively. He only broke the stare when he glanced down, holding himself up at your entrance. 

You bit your lip, muffling the shaky whimper as you sunk down, stretching yourself around him slowly. Danny’s eyes glazed over, threatening to roll back, which you might’ve giggled at if it wasn’t currently the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. 

“Ohhhh fffffuck,” Danny’s head fell back into the quilt, his eyes fluttering shut as you took him to the base. His hands came to rest at your waist, fingers flexing needily. Experimentally, you clenched tight around him, and he groaned, bucking into you slightly. You cupped his cheek, leaning down slightly and rolling your hips. His eyes opened, meeting your intense gaze, the need for each other growing by the second. 

Like an insatiable itch, you started lifting your hips then rolling back down into his pelvis. His hands tightened on your hips, and he panted, feet planting and meeting your hips with his own shallow thrusts. Staring into each other’s eyes, you moaned, “Oh my fuck-” 

His lips curled in a lazy, fucked out smirk, fucking himself into you harder. “Mmmm… so good honey, feels amazing.” 

You nodded, fighting the fatigue in your thighs as you sped up. “So fucking big, so full. Wanna fuck you forever, feel your cock inside me,” you slurred, panting around your words. Danny growled, the muscles in his chest clenching as he cemented himself to the bed, pulling your body down against his. 

You whimpered in surprise, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, “Danny, fuck, I-” He cut you off, or rather you cut yourself off with a choked groan as his hips started jackhammering up into you relentlessly. He grunted, teeth gritting as he wrapped his arms around your back snugly. Despite the absolute abuse he was inflicting below, the gesture had you flushing with warmth at how safe and loved you felt. One strong arm snaked under your armpit, hooking his hand on your shoulder, and squeezing around your waist with the other. His panted whines and grunts in your ear accompanied by the tickle of his curls against your face helped anchor you in the heavenly experience that was this moment. 

“Pussy feels like fucking heaven, baby,” He rasped, voice having dropped an octave from its usual timbre. He gave a particularly enthusiastic roll, deliciously dragging out of your cunt before resuming his pounding pace. You tucked your chin down and kissed his shoulder and neck, licking and biting lovingly as you cried out and moaned against his skin. “Fuck, Danny,” you whined hoarsely, muffled against his shoulder, “You fuck me so good, I need you so fucking bad!” 

His pubic bone ground against your clit deliciously, and he let out a growly, coarse yell as his cock fucked into you animalistically. The heat began building in your belly, brewing steadily.

 “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m getting close, Danny please, don’t stop, don’t stop don’tstopplease-” He bit down on your neck hard, groaning loudly into your skin. Soothing the bite with a wet kiss, he slammed your hips harder into his, your bodies pressed too tightly together to move at all other than the wild, animalistic thrusts of your hips. His thighs, strong and flexed as he fucked into you, began to shake slightly from the strain. 

Using his iron grip around your torso, he rolled you onto your back before you had a chance to react. Immediately resuming his bruising pace, he sat up on his haunches, pulling you by your hips up into his cock, hard. You let out a sob of pleasure, staring up at him, this absolute god of a man, through hazy eyes as he destroyed you. He let one hand slide up your side, grabbing your tit and squeezing roughly. Crying out, you arched into his touch. Your climax built steadily, and on cue, Danny came back down to press his front against yours. His breath fanned across your face, softly puffing as his back arched and flexed, fucking into you desperately. His eyes burned into your own, mirroring the intensity you felt. 

He held your jaw in his hand, his other supporting his weight beside your head. Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re my girl,” he roughly growled.

You nodded weakly, lips parted in a silent cry. “Yours, Danny, I’m fucking yours,” you croaked, gasping as he slammed into you, hard, “Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered, slurring your words. 

His knees buckled, and you groaned as his eyes rolled back. His jaw clenched and he mouthed the words, “Oh fuck, oh fuck-” 

His pleasure shot you to the peak, cumming hard around his cock with a drawn out, “Fuuuuck Danny!” Clawing at his back as your vision blurred, you felt his whole body tense and shake, His warm release filling you as he gave a few more lazy thrusts, working you both through the waves of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered weakly, relaxing your legs around his hips as he slowly pulled out, hissing. 

Danny panted, swallowing and looking down at you with a lazy but bright smile. Your lips twitched, and he started chuckling. You giggled, pulling him down with you to the floor. 

He pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your head and nestling you into his chest as he held you, chuckling softly. His lips pressed sweetly against the crown of your head, and you hummed contentedly, smiling against his sweaty chest. 

You laid silently for a few peaceful moments, catching your breath and listening to Danny’s heart as it returned to normal. 

It was him that spoke first, his hand petting your hair sweetly. “I’ve never felt like that before,” he shyly whispered. You grinned wide into his skin, kissing gently. “Me neither,” you returned. 

He grabbed a pillow, tucking it under his head, and looking down at you as he readjusted. Lifting your head off his chest, you caught his eye. He paused, just drinking in the sight of you, naked and glowing, flushed with the warmth of the evening's exertions and the warmth of the tender afterglow. 

You self-consciously shifted, smiling nervously, “...What…?”

He shook his head slowly, “I’m just… you’re stunning.” 

Blushing, you giggled softly, “Stop that.” 

He smiled, shaking his head again, “No, I won’t stop, you are. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sat up, cupping your face and leaning in. You blushed hotter, melting into his kiss. He reluctantly pulled away with one last peck of his lips, taking your hand and standing up with you. You wobbled, stumbling into his arms, making him giggle and hold you close to him. 

He glanced at the door, a smirk crossing his lips as he looked back at you. “I think Sam’s down for the count… shower with me?” His fingers laced with yours and your heart fluttered. 

“Oh… yeah, okay,” you grinned, “I’d never pass up a chance to see you wet and naked.” His jaw dropped in playful shock, his hand smacking your ass lightly as he stepped away to grab his boxers. “Dirty,” he smirked, and you giggled, snatching his shirt and pulling it on. As you buttoned only the bottom three buttons, you cocked your hips. “Mhmm, that’s why we’re showering.”

He shot you an unimpressed look and you simply smirked, turning and opening the door. 

As soon as the door swung open, a lanky, tall body came crashing in, landing with a drunken “Oof-” at your feet. You shrieked, jumping back, and Danny yelped, his hand resting over his chest to soothe his racing heart. “What the fuck, Samuel,” you hissed, calming your breathing. 

The goofy boy rolled onto his back, looking up at you innocently. “Just seeing what my best friends are up to,” he cooed, and you noticed his state of dress. His shirt hung open off his shoulders, and his pants wrinkled and disheveled buttoned around his hips. 

Danny glared, hurriedly pulling his pants over his boxers. “Yeah? how long were you eavesdropping at the fucking door?” he flatly hissed. Sam snickered, any sense of invasion lost on him, clearly. “Oh relax, just for a few seconds. Heard you guys up and about, figured the coast was clear.”

He stumbled to his feet, leaning on the doorframe for support. “I had a great evening too, thanks for asking,” he huffed sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes, the blankets now tucked around your half naked body. “I’m so happy for you Sam, now get the fuck out!”

Danny marched him out of the room by his scrawny shoulders, as Sam called over his shoulder, “You both owe me, I expect details, DETAILS-” 

Danny shut the door, turning his back and leaning against it. His eyes met yours, and you both grinned, then burst into laughter. 

He walked over, flopping beside you in bed and curling his body into yours, snickering. “Shower tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah.”

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[buckybarnesss]

Adding to the episodes of bad Mako social media takes, here one from the "offical" youtube channel. They did a 'who's on the naughty list' poll and the choices were Zaheer, The Earth Queen, and of frickin course Mako (and Tahno for some reason).

That actually made me a little angry. I really hate how their channels go to appeals to the worst parts of the fandom.

Sorry to dump here, but I needed to vent this out.

hey no problem.

the fandom's hatred towards mako has always been objectively odd to me.

like there isn't anything wrong with disliking a character and i know a lot of people find mako boring.

couldn't be me but whatever.

what bothers me is that the purposeful, willful misunderstanding of a character where it's twisted to justify character bashing. it often comes across as "hey this character isn't expressing their trauma the way i want them to so they suck."

mako is repressed.

part of the love triangle problem is that mako doesn't know what he wants. mako's emotional needs became superfluous when his parents died. they no longer mattered in the face of survival for himself and bolin. when confronted with something outside of this he completely flounders because he's not only never examined what his wants even are and has disregarded them so much he has no idea that obtaining something he wants for himself is like, you know, allowed. also, tu clocked his ass by saying that him wanting to people please ended up pleasing no one including him.

is mako the mom from reba mcentire's is there life out there? yes. yes he is.

i have seen sooooo many bad takes on legend of korra characters. from korra herself to a child character like meelo. mako is not the only victim but he is the most visable i think outside of korra.

i've also expressed sooooo many times that i loathe what i consider a bad stale joke that is frequently regurgitated that mako somehow "turned" asami and korra gay makes me want to brain myself. i expect that shit from reddit and youtube but when i see it on tumblr it's disappointing because it's usually people who claim to want representation yet they disregard korra and asmai's bisexuality to make mako the butt of a shitty joke.

also asami and korra didn't get together until three full ass years after either of them were involved with mako.

all three of them get over their cringe love triangle too and become even better friends by the end. none of them hold onto any resentment. mere weeks after korra and mako's break up korra and asami are laughing about their mistakes and korra wants mako to come with her to find airbenders. there weren't any hard feelings.

people will bend over backwards to justify kuvira and rationalize amon or defend zaheer when mako's worse crime is being a dumbass teenager who made mistakes but more than apologized and made up for them.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok says that Vulcan children are very well behaved and have a lot of emotional control by the time they’re ~elementary school aged which makes sense but also makes me want to see what a Vulcan toddler or kindergartener acts like since they can’t be reasoned with as well (can’t really meditate) + are babies and also brimming with near irrepressible violence/emotions.

Vulcan toddler is just quietly accompanying their parent along on an errand. They stop and point to a toy of some sort and ask politely if they can have it. Their parent explains that they have enough toys at home. The toddler immediately throws the tantrum of the century. Just turns into an absolute wild animal in their rage. Other Vulcans are just like “aaa I remember when my children were that age” but any aliens around are like “oh my god is that thing OK??” I imagine even older Vulcan children would have issues with emotional control given that they’re also children! Though they’d of course know they needed to control themselves and behave...sometimes you just slip up. Vulcan children are playing together harmoniously. Then one breaks the established rules of the game. “I made contact with your arm. You are now the chaser.” “You did not make contact with my arm. I dodged your attempt.” “You dodged unsuccessfully. I made contact with your arm.” “I did not.” “You are cheating.” “I believe you are the one cheating.” And an adult has to rush over as one pounces on the other and they both begin screaming and clawing at each other’s eyes. The rest of the children are watching with interest or perhaps grabbing implements to assist their friend.  Little lapses in emotional control would probably be common until they reached like....highschool age. I can imagine an eleven year old Vulcan hearing they can’t sleepover a friend’s home and immediately shattering a vase before apologizing and cleaning it up.  It also seems like bullying would be very prevalent on Vulcan. Spock is canonically bullied frequently and it seems natural that Violent, Extreme Emotions in teenagers would lead to that kind of behavior which isn’t outwardly unacceptable (like crying, laughing, etc) but still satisfies an illogical desire towards cruelty and establishing dominance.  Vulcans schools probably have so many ‘Bullying Is Illogical’ seminars that do nothing and everyone makes fun of behind their teacher’s backs. Two Vulcan teenagers bullying each other, trying to see who has the more emotional reaction. If you cry or get mad you lose. Only babies cry and get mad...seems pretty illogical(cringe).  Vulcans seem to be very focused on respectability so I’m sure that as bloodthirsty teens there would be a lot of accusations and rules...if you hang out with X then Z,H and Y won’t talk to you. If you apologize too soon then they might accuse you of behaving too emotionally and gossip about you...if you don’t apologize at all they might accuse you of behaving too emotionally and gossip about you. It’s very stressful. Tuvok also said when he was a teenager in that one flashback that he was ready to fight over the girl he had a crush on (saying he’d “issue a challenge” or something) so I’m implementing that into my personal understanding of Vulcans...like adults do NOT want these kids to fight but amongst other teens they’re like:  “Seynar is my boyfriend.” “I disagree. He sat next to me during meditation three times this week.” “Only because I was absent.” “Then he is fickle and will be mine soon enough.” And then they challenge one another to a secret duel after school. Dueling to the death is very cool and grownup v_v (teens rarely die from such duels though bc either the other teen stops or someone told an adult). It makes sense to me that teenagers with violent urges would fight one another in a way that they consider acceptably adult. (mimicking the marriage ritual thing or even pon farr...romantic and cool.) Imagine being a teen Vulcan and your crush starts hinting that they have another person who might be interested in them....hmmm.....and you know you’re gonna have to duel for them or lose em. Such is life. Vulcan teens seem like they’d either date a lot (emotional whims) very non seriously (because they’re all betrothed) or date not at all because they’re gonna get married to their betrothed anyway. Loving someone other than your fated match is probably a pretty big trope in Vulcan romance stories...or maybe the opposite? Like someone bad tries to steal your heart but you remain resolute and return to your fated match as is logical. Anyway all this to say that I think Vulcan children and emotional control is something that’s fun to think about. Especially regarding how Vulcan children would act around adults vs other children. Vulcan child to adult: I will do my best to get along with my sibling. (2 seconds later once mother has left)  Vulcan child: You may play with the red toy. If you play with the blue toy I will harm you. Bodily. Meanwhile their older sibling is rolling their eyes like ugh....threatening violence is for babies....now to prepare for my logical and very adult duel for the love of my life whom I have known for three months. v_v