#I feel like we don’t talk about how Brain knows how to use a computer enough

[cq-studios]

Minus MoM’s computers, all the tech in Daybreak Town is like 1920s (edit: correction 1940s) esque (is that spelled right? Autocorrect isn’t helping me lol) so I like to imagine that the only NUL who really knows how computers work is Brain. Like he found the control room and actually took the time to press every button and figure out how the hell to use it. Whereas the others know they’re there and have a vague-ish knowledge of them but mostly just leave the computer stuff to Brain.

So later on when he’s comparing what’ll happen to the Dandelions to a computer in sleep mode the other NULs are just like nodding their heads like, “sure Brain, whatever that means”.

[ko-eko-ev-go-ms]

It continues to trip me up how much human brains are just weird organic computers

[duhnova]

control me - jeon wonwoo

gamer bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

word count: ~3.0k

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, princess & kitten & baby used as petnames, voyeurism? (no one’s watching but they’re listening), guided sex?, dirty talk, blow job, deep throating, throat/face fucking, hair pulling, praising (reader is called a good girl), degradation?, reader is called a brat, manhandling?, definitely some unresolved/confused feelings (but we don’t talk about that here), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

your boyfriend sat at his desk, the bright screen of his monitor lit up his face as he grumbled into his mic, irritated at one of his teammates for allowing him to get killed in the game. it was always attractive to watch him play, his jaw set, his eyes narrowed in concentration and his fingers tapping at his keyboard allowing the veins in his arms to become prominent. it always got your gears turning as you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs tightly crossed, waiting for the opportunity to talk to him.

“baby?” you pout once you see the lobby screen. you watch wonwoo hit the hotkey for his mic as he pushes one of the ears back to listen to you.

“what’s up princess?” he cocks an eyebrow, tilting his head back enough to see the pout on your face. he pretends he doesn’t know why you’re pouting, but he knows exactly what you want, it’s his job after all (at least he thinks it is), as your boyfriend, to know you like the back of his hand. 

“how much longer are you gonna be playing?” you uncross your legs, letting your thighs squeeze together to hopefully help emphasize that you need a little help down there. 

“i promised the boys that i’d be on all night.” he mumbles, seeming to not realize that your neediness was because you were extremely turned on right now. wonwoo has always been a good judge of character, able to read anyone like an open book and know exactly what they’re thinking before they even think it. but when it came to you he preferred to not read you, wanting you to tell him exactly what you wanted when you wanted it, which is why he’s acting oblivious. 

“all night?” you huff, before falling back against the bed already given up on the thought of him coming to fuck your brains out on it. 

“i’m sorry baby,” he laughs softly before cursing quietly, looking at his computer screen. “i’ll cuddle you all night i promise.” he mumbles before he’s unmuting to talk to his friends who started another match without him noticing. 

you grumble to yourself about wanting to get fucked, not cuddled. rolling over onto your stomach you grab your phone that was laying on the bed and you start to aimlessly scroll through all your socials. it felt like forever passed by (it was only five minutes) before you finally sat back up, a brilliant idea popping into your head. 

you remembered a conversation you had with wonwoo awhile back where you discussed the possibility of him fucking you with the boys either watching or listening through their discord. it was no surprise to wonwoo that the boys were physically attracted to you (and maybe even emotionally but that’s something he didn’t want to tap into knowing it would just piss him off) so he agreed that if the time ever came for them to all be in the mood then he’d fuck you with them around in some way. 

with a devilish smile on your face you open up your messages with vernon, knowing he’d actually respond to you out of the three. the message said something along the lines of ‘wonwoo isn’t paying attention to me so im gonna suck him off under the table until he does, do you and the boys wanna fuck with him while i do it?’

it didn’t take long for vernon to text back, saying he’d ask the boys in the next lobby. so now, here you were, kicking your feet impatiently as you watched wonwoo's screen. once the word victory flashed on the screen you squealed quietly, catching your boyfriend's attention. 

“you normally don’t react when i win or lose.” he deafened himself so the boys can’t hear him and he can't hear them. he pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck as he spins in the chair to face you. “do you really want my attention that badly?” he can’t help the way his lips twitch up into the slightest smile, he’ll never admit it but he loves it when you’re desperate for his attention. 

just as you were going to respond you got a message from vernon. ‘we’re all in.’ you can’t help but bite your lip before looking back up at wonwoo, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, knowing exactly what that look was for. 

“i do want your attention but, i know you hate breaking your promises to your boys so how about a compromise?” you slowly slide off the bed to walk up to where he’s sitting. out of instinct wonwoo wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs to hold you in place as he looks up at you. god he looked so hot, looking at you like you were the center of his world (and you were). 

“compromise?” he mumbled, his fingers digging into your flesh when you reach your hands out to trail down his chest and stomach, stopping just before the waistband of his sweats. 

“mhm, you can keep playing with your boys and i can just sit under your desk…” you’re slow to drop to your knees in front of him, looking up through your eyelashes. “like this.” his breath catches in his throat, his dick jumping a little in excitement at the sight of you on your knees for him. 

“what if the boys hear?” he mumbles, looking up at the screen where a countdown started signaling they were about to join a new game. “fuck it, just be quiet under there.” he mumbles as he lets you get comfortable under his desk, a happy squeal leaving you making him shake his head with a fond smile on his face. 

you quickly text vernon to tell him that the plan is starting. tossing your phone to the side you make quick work at tugging a wonwoo's sweats and boxers down enough to free his half hard dick, exposing it to the cold air and causing wonwoo to hiss quietly. 

“yeah i’m all good,” he grumbles into his mic before he glances down at you, almost groaning at the sight of you practically drooling over his dick. “just hit my desk, that's all.” he reassures his friends before he focuses back on the game. 

wonwoo is normally good at keeping his composure, he doesn’t lose self control easily and right now he was definitely demonstrating it. he barely paid you half a mind while you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, before leaning in to flick the tip of your tongue over the slit. you took your time, slobbering up his dick so that you can pump your hand up and down it so that he can get fully hard before you take it in your mouth. 

the only indication that you got that your boyfriend was enjoying himself was his legs tensing up and his words were muffled, he was talking through his teeth as he clenched his jaw to keep from moaning. 

“hey man, are you sure you’re good?” mingyu grumbles into his mic, knowing exactly what was wrong. wonwoo lets out a strained “all good.” his jaw clenching harder when you finally take the tip of his dick in your mouth. 

his eyes roll a little as his hand squeezes his mouse tighter, his fingers more aggressively tapping his keys as he tries to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth surrounding his dick. he doesn’t remember getting so hard but he’s not surprised, his body reacted so quickly to you and he should be embarrassed but considering it was you he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“you don’t sound good,” vernon laughs quietly, huffing when he gets downed in the game. “sounds like you got something distracting you.” vernon was thankful they weren’t video chatting so that wonwoo couldn’t see the smirk on his face.

“i’m not distracted.” wonwoo grunts, his hips bucking up into your mouth a little. he has to bite his tongue to keep from groaning at the small sound you made. 

“are you sure?” seungcheol sounded smug, like he knew something and if it wasn’t for the tip of his dick sliding down your throat wonwoo would’ve bit back at the older male. “if i didn’t know any better i would assume y/n was doing something to you.” 

wonwoo’s eyes widened a little as he looked over at discord to make sure his camera wasn’t on. how could cheol possibly know what was going on? in the few seconds that he was distracted someone came up and killed wonwoo, causing him to groan in annoyance (and pleasure). 

“what happened woo?” mingyu pokes at him. “is y/n really sucking your dick or something? is that why you turned to shit all i’ve a sudden?” 

“shut up gyu,” wonwoo hisses, his hand going to grab your hair and push you further down on his dick, desperate to feel more of your throat surrounding him. “you’re just talking shit now.” he tries so hard not to make any sounds that would give him away. 

“talking shit? i’m just telling the truth. it’s not my fault you can’t handle the thought of y/n wrapping her lips around your dick.” mingyu laughs a little, knowing he’s getting under wonwoo's skin while he’s falling apart in your hands (and mouth). 

you swallow a little around the tip of wonwoo's dick to hopefully distract him from arguing back with mingyu and it works surprisingly well when his eyes close and he lets out a loud curse. 

“maybe he’s not imagining y/n’s mouth around his dick.” vernon just stares at his screen, a small smirk playing on his face but his ears are bright red.

“didn’t know you were the type to whine woo.” seungcheol teases. “is she taking you all in? or is she only teasing you?” this was starting to get fun for them as they continued to relentlessly tease and coo dirty things into wonwoo's ears. a lot of it was their own fantasies poking through, how they wished you would suck them off but they’d rather sit on a hot grill than admit that out loud. 

“god fuck you all.” wonwoo moans as his head falls back, his self control completely crumbling as he relishes in the feeling of your mouth. his legs were tensing and his fingers were gripping tighter on your hair, helping you ease all the way down on his dick, your nose brushing against his pelvic. 

“aww you here that he wants to fuck us.” mingyu jokes, and wonwoo was about to cuss him out but instead he stumbled over his words, your hand had slipped into his boxers to squeeze at his balls. 

“fuck, y/n such a good girl.” wonwoo mumbles in a haze, his orgasm fast approaching now that you’ve taken up messaging his balls. 

“she is a good girl.” one of the guys breathed out, it was hard for wonwoo to tell as his blood rushed in his ears, his hips bucking up more aggressively as his orgasm was right there, and just as he was ready to unload down your throat you manage to pull yourself off his dick. he gasps in surprise and stutters. 

“why’d you stop?” he looked at you with wide eyes while panting softly. 

“beg.” you smirk up at him, you thought you had the upper hand here since he was basically putty in your hands.

“what?” his eyes went from surprised to ‘are you serious?’.

“you heard me.” the boys were muttering in wonwoo's ears about how you were being a little brat, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you ripped his orgasm away wonwoo would’ve told them off for calling you a brat (not that they were wrong but only he got to call you that). 

in one quick movement wonwoo grabs your hair again and tugs you up so he can come face to face with you, an almost malicious smirk on his face. he mumbles against your lips, asking you to repeat yourself again. 

“i want you to be-“ before you can finish your sentence wonwoo is pushing you back down to sit on your heels. he tugs your head down and growls at you to put his dick back in your mouth, and he almost misses the way his friend breathing hitched. you were happy to have his dick back in your mouth, your eyelashes flutter as you look back up at him. you knew what was coming and you were fully prepared for wonwoo's wrath (though you hope that he doesn’t withhold any orgasms from you like you did to him).

he definitely isn’t nice in the way he pushes you fully down on his dick, your throat already prepped to deepthroat him.  

“you wanna be a little brat?” he groans as he holds your head down on his dick, causing you to gag a little (not that you cared, you were just happy that he finally lost control). “have my friends whisper dirty shit in my ears while you gagged on my dick?” he grunts when you swallow, the warmth of your throat squeezing around him deliciously. “well now you’re gonna take everything i give you while they get to listen.” he rips his headphones off his head, and with one hand he adjusts them on yours so you can hear everything his friends are doing and they can clearly hear all the wet lewd sounds of wonwoo fucking your throat. 

vernon let’s out a string of curses, his head falling back against his gaming chair as he listened to the way he can tell that wonwoo's dick is far down your throat. he didn’t want to think about how big his friends dick was but he also couldn’t help but imagine just how much you could take in that pretty mouth of yours. 

mingyu was shamelessly moaning, his hand shoved down his pants and the loud sound of his hand jerking himself off could be picked up by his expensive mic. his forehead was resting on his desk as the only thing he could think about was wonwoo's quiet grunts and your loud gagging and occasional moaning. 

seungcheol was in a similar position as vernon, his head hanging off the back of his chair, his eyes closed as he contemplated his next words. teasing wonwoo was one thing, it was fun even but after hearing you he couldn’t help the way his cock jumped in his pants.

“fuck you sound so pretty.” vernons voice felt hoarse, his throat gone dry but he couldn’t stand not saying anything. he felt like he needed to say something because god did you really sound so pretty. 

“so pretty.” mingyu breathes out in between his moans, his hand speeding up when he notices that wonwoo sped up as well. it’s not that he was relying on wonwoo to determine how fast he jerked himself off but he didn’t want to prematurely finish before the fun was over. 

“sound like such a good girl.” seungcheol groans lowly, his own hand palming over the tent in his pants, his own self control jumping out the window. “are you a good girl y/n?” you nod your head around wonwoo's dick before realizing they can see you, so you hum to acknowledge seungcheol words. 

“fuck.” wonwoo groans at the vibrations from you humming around his dick. “are they making pretty sounds for you kitten?” you hum again as you swallow around his dick again, drawing a louder groan from your boyfriend. 

his fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your throat faster, his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. the boys could definitely hear him loud and clear but he could care less at this point, there was no shame anymore as he relentlessly bucks his hips up. 

wonwoo's orgasm was fast approaching again, the coil winding itself back up as his moans got more airy. his legs began to tense up and he was for sure going to get a cramp in them until you started smoothing your hands over his thighs. despite how ruthless he was fucking into your mouth and how blurred your vision was from tears you couldn’t help but think he looked so pretty, his hair messed up from his headphones being pulled off and his eyes squeezed closed as his jaw fell slack. 

“god, fuck.” he curses loudly as he finally cums down your throat, his hips still bucking up as he rides his orgasm out. you make the lewdest gagging sound ever as you struggle to swallow his cum while having his dick still shoved down your throat. “shit.” he finally pulls out of your mouth, watching how a thick string of saliva and cum connect your mouth and his dick. “so pretty.” he sighs fondly as he gently wipes your lips before grabbing your chin to tug you up to sit in his lap. 

your thin pajama pants were soaked through from how aroused you were. he couldn’t help but sigh contently at the warmth of your clothed cunt sitting on top of his semi hard dick. he coos quietly at you as he takes the headphones off your head, messing your hair up even more but neither of you cared, especially when you two were able to hear mingyu cum through the headphones as vernon curses about how hot that was and cheol mumbles that he’s still extremely hard. 

“that was hot.” you mumble loud enough for the boys to hear you through the mic as you settle down in wonwoo's lap, getting comfortable in the minimal space you two had on the gaming chair. your boyfriend had a lazy smirk on his face, he was always the type to want to sleep after sex but he was far from done with you tonight, and despite the fatigue he was starting to feel he was definitely going to ruin you.  “what do you boys think i should do to her next?” wonwoo mumbles into his mic once he has his headphones back on, this time he was gonna give them something to listen to as they tell him how to fuck you. 

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[blushweddinggowns]

His mind was such a mess, Eddie barely knew what he was thinking anymore. But he did know to be annoyed as fuck when his phone rang. He had kept the ringer on high, despite the fact that the only calls he got were from his inner circle asking what the hell was going on. He managed to ignore most of those. But on the off chance it was Chrissy stuck on her layover he didn’t want to miss it.

He didn’t bother checking who it was when he answered. He knew it wouldn’t be Steve. 

“Hello?” Eddie mumbled into the receiver, “Chris?”

“That better mean Chrissy,” Someone huffed, “If you’re seeing someone else already I think that gives me a legal right to kill you.”

Eddie jolted up at the sound of Steve’s voice, “S-Steve?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” He sighed on the other end, sounding way too casual for someone who just turned Eddie’s world upside down, “So how has Europe been? Or was it California?”

Eddie cringed, at a loss for what to say. It wasn’t helping that his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, “Oh. I-I didn’t- I mean- I’m sorry.”

Steve snorted on the other end, “Yeah, you are. No social media my ass.”

“It’s - I don’t usually use it that much?” Eddie stammered out, “It’s uh, mostly managed by a team but I have the password and - and this is not helping me at all. Is it?”

“No,” Steve agreed, “No, it’s not.”

“Steve I- I know I can’t say anything to fix this. But I-I didn’t want things to turn out like this. I get it, I’m an asshole but you weren’t a joke Steve. I’m the joke. I’m the idiot-you- I mean- I,” he was rambling, badly. Trying and failing to get everything out. 

He had been too lost in the sauce of his own pity party to ever think about this point. Now he was blowing it.

Or so he thought.

Steve sighed again, “Okay, that’s enough of that. Come open the door. I’m outside.”

It took a second for that to compute, “Huh?”

“I’m outside of your door,” Steve said again, “Are you going to let me in or not?”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Eddie rushed to stand, almost instantly eating it when the blood didn’t catch up to his brain. He might have neglected a few bodily needs during the past few days. It just wasn’t enough to stop him from rushing to the door, knocking into every other thing on the way. 

But what was a broken lamp and a few bruises compared to true love?

He wretched the door open, his phone still stupidly at his ear. 

There Steve was, waiting for him. Eddie’s mind had decided to keep the idiot routine going because all he could really do was stare at him, at a total loss for what to do next. 

Steve frowned at him, “Jesus, Eddie. You look… not good.”

“I know,” Eddie agreed, running a hand through his greasy hair. He hadn’t exactly been checking any mirrors but he could do the math. No showers, barely any sleep, constant crying. Now that he thought about it he’s pretty sure he hadn’t even changed since their fight. It was bad. Only made worse by the fact Steve was here to see it.

Steve was still frowning as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him to lean on. 

They stared at each other while Eddie’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Is this what a heart attack fet like?

“I don’t really know what to do now,” Steve admitted after another beat of silence, “I kind of thought I would but… I don’t.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie tried, taking a cautious step forward. But Steve put a hand up, stopping him in his tracks.

He took a deep breathe, “Eddie, what I’m about to say isn’t to hurt you, okay? I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

Eddie swallowed, his throat dry and his voice quiet when he answered, “Okay.”

“I think you should go take a shower,” Steve said gently, “Then we can talk.”

from the next chapter of this fic

[luffyvace]

☆彡PHANTOM TROUPE RELATIONSHIP HCS ☆彡

(separate)

Disclaimer: Credits to the artists!! I own none of these pictures!

I procrastinated on these for way too long.. still! Enjoy! <3 (these exclude hisoka & Kalluto)

Chrollo:

Chrollo is a lover that takes care of whom he loves!

therefore, he takes care of you!

Any hobbies you have, he’ll indulge in them with you

any supplies you need for said hobbies?

art supplies, ski gear, ice skates, computer, hiking equipment!

The list goes on

even if you never actually use the stuff he buys he doesn’t mind :)

cuz hey! He didn’t actually buy it! 🤪

chrollo will truly do anything in his power to keep you happy

and we all know power is something he certainly does have

he can buy you a luxury house and car all the way down to cuddling in the warm rays of the sunset while having a cookout

i guarantee if your upset, he’ll make you happy within the next hour

chrollo probably never learned how to love properly

but with you?? The definition of love doesn’t matter. he’s just grateful he has it.

you make him feel like he knows what he’s doing with himself in life.

he’s less lost, if I may say.

he’s found a home, in you.

Nobunaga:

nobunaga was never familiar with love and never even thought about the fact that he wasn’t interested!

but here you are simply having a conversation, chatting.

and yet even with such a simple act he feels so nervous?? While excited and happy at the same time??

he wonders why he even feels so fidgety!

your just talking!!

how on the earth are you making him act a fool like this?!

like yeah your pretty and he likes your personality and you two have the same interests plus all of your interactions have gone good…..man he really is in love huh

WHAT IS THIS SOME SAPPY ROMANCE MOVIE?

now I know it only seems like he has a crush

but you two are actually already in the relationship!!

and yes, he still gets nervous. The feeling never goes away

once he tried to ask if you still get butterflies n stuff and if you said no he’s gonna be so embarrassed!!!!

seriously he brushes it off like it didn’t bother him and never brings it up again

Feitan:

feitan will probably do better with a nonchalant or sadist partner so 1) you can enjoy torturing with him or 2) you won’t care or get grossed out that he does

If your not doesn’t matter he’s still gonna anyway-

he’s not the typa dude to change for love

but that aside

he likes your quiet company

so like reading together (whether it’s two different books or not)

and reviewing to each other

learning new skills from/with each other

actually sometimes feitan teaches you cool human body facts!!

Like how brains are around 60% fat!

or that they weight 3 pounds! ;D

how cool is that?!

yes this is his tastes in topics and humor

and he only laughs if you say stay like “gross!” Or “ew that’s disgusting!”

he will be satisfied if you find it cool too

Long story short don’t go into his library

you won’t find any books you like there unless you like what he does

Machi:

She’s an assertive domestic girlfriend

Plus she’s really caring

but caring doesn’t always mean sweet and happy all the time

while she has no problem taking care of you..

you better either get up and do some things yourself or return the favor !

She expects you to at least be able to get daily tasks done

either that or clean the whole house like she was gonna do. you choose.

your place is probably really simple yet well decorated

Not for an aesthetic but because of just general things you have

like a shoe rack, the pretty furniture and rugs, the dart board she owns, any hobby equipment you own (easel, paintings, hockey equipment, hiking equipment, etc)

it all just makes a really cozy look for your house

and yes you two definitely play darts together

she will win unapologetically and won’t hold back

she wants to genuinely see you improve so she doesn’t go easy on you

“You can’t get better by playing against somebody worse than you”

Phinks:

phinks in a relationship is literally the definition of a guy who could pull more if he was less nervous

but he obviously pulled you and that’s what matters most

he gets flustered easily but tries to hide it

(Spoiler: he fails)

phinks will try to be romantic but it’ll either get ruined by his friends crashing the date

*ahem* shal and fei 😒(😂💗)

or he’ll just be so incredibly nervous that it doesn’t go as smoothly as he planned

he thinks up these brilliant romantic scenarios in his head but can never seem to execute them 🤨😕

it’s the thought that counts 🤷‍♀️💝

he would truly be such a romantic if he could just stop freaking out

I mean don’t get me wrong it’s not like it never works

when it does, he’s excited in the moment

but as soon as it’s over he’s worrying like crazy about how he’s gonna upstage that from last time

Especially without screwing up and making a fool of himself

little does he know you love him all the same 😂

Shalnark:

is really teasing and playful so I hope your not hot headed

if your aren’t and choose to prank him back instead?

it literally becomes prank wars

at some point the pranks started a real (petty) argument

after it was settled you decided not to terrorize each other anymore

now you target the troupe with your antics! 😆

your main victim is phinks

mostly because his reaction is really funny

Plus he’s the easiest to get mad

LOL

but back to the original topic where your hot headed….

yeah the argument probably ended up happening sooner than not

although at first he doesn’t take it seriously because your always getting mad like this

then you say something that makes him realize your serious

he feels really stupid for not noticing sooner

he’ll genuinely apologize (for literally once in his life)

and direct his pranks to someone else

after that you probably end up watching the victims and find it funny too

so you still end up bonding over it 😅💖

Franklin:

Franklin is not necessarily gentle

he’s just more coolheaded than not

like the time he started fighting with uvogin in the 1999 version

like he’s chill until you say the wrong thing

but that’s just how he is in general

he never gets mad at s/o

his patience is infinity+ for you

You may have secretly tried to make him angry or at least annoyed-

but if it one day goes too far he says “stop.” with a very serious tone/look and you probably stop from there 😀

😗

otherwise if you don’t decide to test the waters from jump, Franklin doesn’t have many hobbies so he’ll literally just indulge in what you like

like it doesn’t even matter if he finds it boring

you’d never know because he’d be so supportive of you doing what you love

but it’s more likely than not he’ll enjoy a few

franklin is also decent at like every house chore ever, cooking, sweeping/cleaning for example

like he knows how to do everything, but he’s just average at it

Shizuku:

Shizuku is very forgetful

she forgets chores, how to cook certain things, favors you asked her to do

But you don’t have to worry about her forgetting things about you solely because she would never date anyone she doesn’t know enough to remember

She probably wouldn’t remember she likes you so why would she?!

Unless like she forgets how long she’s known you-

AND LIKE- MAGICALLY THINKS YALL BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS WHEN YALL MET 6 MONTHS AGO

That’s a writing prompt

she’d be remembering memories that never happened and everything 🤦‍♀️

But we won’t go into that here…

it’s probably low key annoying that you have to do a lot of things because she keeps forgetting

so I sure hope your patient..

“huh? You never asked me to do that..”

”no! Your didn’t, I remember! you never even came in the living room!” (Her saying ‘I remember’ is ironic I know)

With a more motherly and provider mindset reader she’d do just fine

At the very least shizuku will remember your favorite things and gift you them when she can<3

isnt that sweet?!

see?? It’s not like she’s being a jerk!

she genuinely forgot!

Pakunoda:

pakunoda is wife criteria

she can do everything

she is gentle, caring and strong

she can protect and advice you

she remembers all your favorite things—everything about you!

she always cooks your favorite meals

paku loves to relax on the beach together with some wine~

she loves road trips and mini calm adventures

Take her on some!! She deserves it with all she does for you!

and you definitely do!

you guys create lots of fun and heart warming memories together

out in the grass, in the wild life, in forests, in the dessert!

she’s a great cook and a outstanding baker!! 😍😋😋

her signature dish is raspberry pie

ITS SO DELICIOUS

she makes random desserts and pastries for you as a love language

getting up to her breakfast is the best way to start your day possible

you literally can always expect a good meal with her

if you’ve been having a bad day???

at this point a bad day ain’t a bad day no more cuz you already dancing knowing she gon hook you up‼️💃🕺

Bonolenov:

bonolenov is so grateful that you act normal around him

like you have from the start, you never alienated him

before and after he took off his bandages

he can cook but others wouldn’t think so because his tribe’s traditional food is different than the norm

If you tried it and liked it he’s be overjoyed!!

He’d feel much more confident about cooking and do it for you more often

he’d low key question if your from his tribe and wonder if you’d say no to a blood test

(BRO another writing prompt!! Bonolenov finding a reader from his tribe!!)

if you didn’t like it I’m sure you let him down gently since you love him

and he gets it

maybe it was just that one dish though?

he’d want you to try a few more of different types (breakfasts, lunches, dinners, desserts and snacks) before you completely give up on it

if you truly end up not liking it he won’t be angry or anything

it simply wasn’t for you :)

he’s actually a pretty chill dude

Even more so around you

he likes to lazy around a lot and you two might cuddle often

not intentionally but like you just both end up napping together all the time

if you want he’ll teach you his tribes dances and such

as well as traditions

he’ll be impressed if you master the dances fast

(him wondering if your from his tribe again)

Even If you take a bit longer he’s patient :)

he’s open to taking off his bandages around you if your not uncomfortable

if you are that’s fine they’re pretty comfy !

Uvogin:

uvogin is very rough

I mean it’s kinda hard to be gentle at that size-

if he hurts you on accident you’ll get a brief ‘sorry’ but know it’s genuine

don’t worry it doesn’t happen often enough to be concerned

but don’t stand behind him.

you’ve learned your lesson on that….

he squashed your toes once and it was not fun

don’t get me wrong he’s not some monster

he’s just big

so he’s gotta watch out for a bunch of tiny humans you know??

okay put it like this, imagine a grown man/woman is running full speed because they’re late to work and they run into a 3 year old and knock them down

was it intentional?? No. Do they apologize and feel bad?? Yes. Is it a little funny after everything’s okay?? Also Yes.

I will say it is fun to ride on his shoulder and sit in his lap/on his leg

(another prompt could be uvogin with a s/o as big as him..)

it’s fun for him to carry you around

it’s like have a little portable buddy

that idea is kinda wholesome ☹️💗

AND DON’T FORGET HIS BIG SMOOOOOCHIES 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

he loves you 😊

FINALLYYYYYY GOT THIS DONE💥💥

I love the troupe :) the police needs to stop hating on they’re emo band fr 🙄✋

[uhmprobablynot]

HEAR ME OUT jock/bully!schlatt x nerd!reader 🤭

The way your brain works? Literal chefs kiss. I have a part two in the works that adds a bit but I didn’t want this to be too long. Let me know if you want the part about the game, and maybe some,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, other things :)

Part One > Part Two > Part Three

He is so mean. 

You watch him laugh in the middle of the student center with other members of his baseball team. Knowing Schlatt, he was probably bragging about a girl that was fawning over him like everyone seemed to do. You pretend not to understand why girls seem to throw themselves at him but his toned legs, tanned skin, and big stature that followed being a student athlete solved the mystery rather quickly. But he is so mean. 

Last semester when you were forced by your computer science professor to sit next to Schlatt, he used every chance to prove that. From constantly berating your programming work, making fun of you for minor missed calculations, to making you feel stupid for just not understanding some of the material. You were thankful that the class was finally over when December came around, hoping that you would never be subjected to that again.

Then January came and so did your American History course. When you walked through the classroom doors you almost turned right back around when you saw him already lounging at one of the tables. Legs wide and his arms back behind his head. Instead, you only cursed and sat at a table away from him. He smirked and moved to your table. 

“Aw y/n, how come you didn’t sit next to me this time?” He asked. You only glared at him and pulled out your notebook and laptop. Hopeful that your silence would make him move, but he stayed right next to you. The first week of that class passed by the same way as last semesters did. Schlatt insulting you or taking your notebook when you weren't looking. When the first test came around Schlatt taunted you. 

“Careful that you don’t fail this one too, we both know your testing average.” Schlatt smirked to himself as he saw you take a steadying breath. 

The next class meeting the professor passed the tests back out. You beamed as you saw the 97 in red ink at the top of the paper, but you also saw the 53 at the top of Schlatt’s. You did your best not to smirk, good riddance, you thought to your self.

Weeks passed just like that, Schlatt making passes at your intelligence. Yet, each week you watched as his grades stayed around the 50-70 percent mark. The scores only dropped lower once baseball started, and so did his comments about your intelligence. Instead his comments focused on things that were harder to just ignore. 

The professor was talking about Chicago’s ugly law in 1881 and Schlatt smirked and leaned over to you. 

“Looks like you wouldn’t have been able to leave the house in Chicago.” You felt your stomach twist. You were used to his comments but that one just hit harder than you were expecting. Nodding you felt tears in your eyes as you just focused back on the board in front of you. “Oh come on,” He poked your side and slowly his smirk shrank as he realized you weren’t backing down this time. 

As class was dismissed the professor called for both you and Schlatt to stay. You half wanted Schlatt to be chewed out because she had heard his comment to you, the other half just wanted to forget that it ever happened. 

“I asked the both of you to stay because I got this email this morning.” She pulled up an email to the big screen from Schlatt’s baseball coach. You didn’t read the whole thing but one point did stick out. If he can’t pass, he can’t play. Schlatt tensed up as he also read that part of the email. 

“Professor-” “Mr. Schlatt please let me.” The professor turned off the board and looked at the both of you. “I hoped that you sitting next to y/n would remedy your grade in my class, but it has not.” The professor took a breath. “I cannot offer too much extra credit as I have more then enough to grade now, but I will offer one project grade and advise to study and do my work.”

Schlatt takes a deep breath and thanks the professor. You shifted in your seat nervous and confused as to why you were here. “Y/n, I wanted you here because you are my best student, I was hoping that you would be willing to form a study group or help Mr. Schlatt.” You begin to shake your head, his previous words echoing in your head. “If you do more than five hours of it, I will exempt you from the final, if you wish.” It’s your turn to take a deep breath. You look towards Schlatt but he was already looking at you, some kind of pleading look in his eye, so you agree.

The professor thanks and dismisses the both of you. The second he can Schlatt is up and out of his chair moving towards the door. 

“I have an hour before practice every day, at three. I’ll be in the library.” Then he leaves. 

The rest of that day goes by in a blur, the next time your brain kicks back in you're walking into the library. You see Schlatt already sitting at a table with his laptop out. 

You slide into the seat across from him and he looks up at you. You pull out your own laptop and pull up your notes for the class. 

“Did the professor let you know about that project?” Schlatt nodds and turns his screen to you. 

It’s a minor presentation and paper about how a topic of his choice has made a lasting  impression on american culture. You nodd as you process the information. 

“No -I don't have any ideas yet.” 

“Okay,” you both sit in silence for a minute. The project was due before the final, so Schlatt had a good month to work on it. “We have a test on Friday, do you want to work on that some?” Schlatt only shrugs and you slowly start. 

“Why is, what do, why-” You struggled asking. He smirked at your struggle before remembering he was using his mean face right now. “Why do you think you are struggling so much?” You whisper. Schlatt straightens in his seat.

“I just forget what we learn in class,” He clears his throat. “I zone out a lot.”

You smile to yourself, “Baseball that mind consuming?” He stares at you and thinks about your words before chuckling lightly. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

The tension between you two lightens after that. You walk him through todays lesson. And work backwards. About 45 minutes later your phone starts buzzing with a silent alarm. Schlatt chuckles.

“So eager to get rid of me you set a timer,  impressive.” You smiled but shook your head. 

“No, I know the field is a good five minute walk so I wanted to make sure you had enough time, I don’t know how harsh your coach is.” He seems taken aback by the fact. He smiles lightly and packs his things. You just watch him. Watching has his biceps move and how his muscles shift as his moves. 

“Here,” He reaches out towards you with twenty dollar bill. You watch him confused.

“I don’t want that.” 

“And I don’t care, dumbass take it.” You only shake your head and begin to pack up your things. He sighs. “Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow, idiot.”

The next few days pass like that. You meet at the library at three, the both of you study and work on his project. 

“Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” You ask him as he starts packing up for practice. He nods.

“The professor is going to make my grade viewable right away so I know.” Schlatt looks nervous. “I really hope I do well, I love playing, I want to play.” You stand up with him and touch his arm. 

“I believe in you man, you got this!” He stares at the hand on his arm for a second, hesitating before brushing it off him. He flashes you a smile. 

“Well if I don’t, we know who to blame, yeah?” Schlatt patts your head before moving around you and leaving the library. 

The test was easy to you. Studying with Schlatt keeping you extra prepared with the information. You leave as you finish the test, casting Schlatt a confident glance as you leave. A silent, you got this, that you hope he hears. 

As you exist the classroom you look at the benches lining the wall outside the classroom, and you decide to wait for Schlatt. 

He finally exits the classroom and you stand instantly. He spots you just as quickly.

“You didn't leave?”

“No, I wanted to check in with you when you finished.” Schlatt smirks at your confession. 

“Well,” he says letting the anticipation build. “I got a 95!” 

“Hell yeah,” you yell. “That means you can play right?” Schlatt nods. “At least tomorrow.” You beam at him, happy that the time has been paying off. “Speaking of," He stops for a second. "Do you want to come watch tomorrow?”

His question catches you off guard. He went from barely putting up with you to asking you to see him play within a week? Schlatt sees the hesitation on your face and retreads. “You don’t have to it’s okay-” “I’d love to,” You interrupt. “When is it?” Schlatt’s smile is blinding. 

“It starts at four,” He takes his backpack off and reaches for something. “Take this and wear it. I’ll let the ticket people know your name that way you get into the,” he hesitates slightly. “The team’s section right near the dugout.” You take the shirt he hands you. “I have class but, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” You nod and clutch the shirt to your chest. Schlatt smiles again before leaving the building. You look down at the shirt he gave you. The schools baseball jersey. You flip it over curiously and across the back is Schlatt and a big 14, which you only assume is his number. You laugh to your self, he gave you his jersey.

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Vampire Steddie/ Daddy Eddie/Sub Steve X Human sub fem reader, SMUT, while drinking blood (nothing new here), holding wrists, lose of virginity (in a flashback between steddie), dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other, flashbacks of how this Steddie met and their first time together, ANGST, reader and Steve get hurt due to a break in, reader blames herself, Eddie get worried about losing Steve, in flashbacks Steve's relationship with his family is touched on including them kicking him out for his sexuality (the actual fight isn't elaborated on; just the aftermath), mentions of the night Steve thought he lost Eddie.

A good amount of feels in this one so please...enjoy :)

Word Count: 4662

Loud knocking on their door startles you as both men roll their eyes. 

“Do you have to be so aggressive?”, Steve scolds after opening it and allowing the curly haired boy entry. To his surprise, another boy followed behind him. 

“I brought Mike to do some extra digging and help reroute the servers. We need to find out how they found you so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”, the young man explains before turning to face you. “Hi. I’m Dustin and this is my friend Mike.”

“I’m Y/N.”, you smile as you shake his hand. 

“Cool.”, he beams as they throw their bags down and take a seat at the computer. “Why didn’t you guys mention you made a friend?”

“She’s not our friend. We kidnapped her and she’s here against her will. You know you’re our only friend Henderson.”, Eddie sass as he hovers over them. 

“Ooo someone’s grouchy. When was the last time you ate?”

“It won’t help. This is always his demeanor.”, you tease making the vampire smirk in your direction. 

As they began to work, you explained to them what happened and listened to their feedback with fascination. You had never met kids so young who knew about all these things that you did but it tickled your brain to finally have someone to bounce off your computer knowledge with. Eddie and Steve sat on the bed watching you with small smiles on their faces. They loved seeing you be happy especially the metalhead who could feel the warmth through to his soul. 

“Where did you learn all this stuff, Y/N?”, Steve asked.

“Oh, um, that incident I told you about on the beach? That wasn’t the first time I ran off. When I was a kid and I knew my mom would have some creepy guy over I would stay with a friend whose dad was a computer whiz. That was when computers were much boxier though.”, you grin.  

“Yeah and back then it was easier to get away with the things you’re trying to get away with right now because it was in its infancy. You said, Y/N, they intercepted the traffic but not during the stream?” Dustin nods when you affirm his answer.

“That means they still haven’t found the exact location so the bounce is still working. Maybe we can just reroute that?”, Mike suggests.

“Is there a way we can hide it all together?”

“Um, not exactly. I mean we CAN hide it but not completely.”, the curly haired teenager responds to your question. “This may take us awhile if you three want to go out or something.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Henderson. Are we distracting you?”, Eddie jests making the younger boys chuckle. 

“Come on, grouchy. Let’s go for a walk.”, you beam.

***

While you and the vampire went for stroll around the neighborhood, Steve offered to go to your house to get a couple more of your things so you’d have a change of clothes and essentials. 

“So, they know all about your adventures in that scary place?”

“Oh yeah. They were handling it alone believe it or not for a while. Mike’s best friend was kidnapped by one of the monsters down there and they fought to get him back along with Mike’s girlfriend who has superpowers.”

“Jesus. There’s so much unknown in this world, huh. Kind of makes what I’ve been through seem so small.”

Eddie’s hand yanked you back as he came to a stop. 

“It’s not though. Don’t invalidate yourself like that, princess.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! Where the hell have you been?!”, your best friend shouts from across the street. 

“Hey Lilly.”

“Don’t you ‘hey Lilly’ me! I have been so worried. I almost filed a missing persons report! Where the fuck have—”

“I’m fine, Lil! Calm down. I’ve just been working a lot and hanging out with my friends. This is Eddie.”, you gesture towards him. 

A sarcastic smile spread across her face before she marches toward him and hits his arm with her bag. 

“I…have…been…worried…sick!”

“Ow! Hey, we told her to double check her phone.”, Eddie defends.

“Oh shit my phone. I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked in a while.”

“Y/N,” she sighs. “You can’t just disappear like that. I thought John maybe…”

“I don’t know where John is. I haven’t seen him since he came by my house.”

“Did you know Arthur’s missing to? Their dad is looking everywhere for them including your house. When he came to talk to me he said every time he goes to your place you aren’t home so… I panicked.”

“Lilly, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m alright, I swear.”

Your best friend exhales heavily as she wraps her arms around you. 

“If I call you next time, you answer do you hear me?” She smiles as you give fake salute. “If you hurt her I will kill you.”

He flashes her a smile of his own as she turns around and heads back to her car. 

“Should we be concerned about the dad?”, Eddie inquires. “She said he was looking for you and I felt your fear.”

“That entire family scares me but we should be ok.”, you try to comfort him but he still feels your hesitation. “Let’s, um, let’s go home.”

***

As dawn slowly approaches, you and the vampire begin to panic when Steve still hadn’t gotten back from your place. 

“Do you feel him?”

“I don’t. Wherever he is he’s not feeling anything but that could also mean—”

“He’s knocked out. I’m going to my house.”

“Wait! I can run you there faster.”

“No you can’t. The sun is coming up! Just stay here, baby, ok?” Taking the human boy’s keys, you run to his car and speed over to your house. As you park in your driveway, you realize your front door is wide open and you can see your house has been ransacked. “Steve?”

Cautiously you step inside, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and holding it out as you look around. As you turn into your bedroom you find Steve passed out on the floor, bleeding from his chest. 

“Steve?! No. No, no, no. Baby, wake up! Look at me!”

“Y/N?”, he mumbled at the sound of your voice.

“Fuck! Come on. We need to get you to Eddie.” Throwing his arm over your neck, you try to move him but it’s no use. He’s too heavy. “Please, Steve.”, you cry, finally giving up as you grab the phone to call 911. As soon as your hand makes contact with your device, something hard hits your head as the world goes dark. 

***

“There she is. Come on now, Y/N.”, a deep voice urges as your eyes slowly blink open. “There we go. I thought you were never going to come home.”

Taking in your surroundings, Steve is still knocked out in front of you and still alive but his breathing is shallow. You were restrained to your bedframe on the ground with your hands tied behind your back and when your eyes finally landed on your capture, you came face to face with John and Arthur’s father. 

“Good to see you again, Y/N. I see you’ve been busy.”, he gestures towards the bloody boy on the floor. “I guess my son wasn’t good enough for you. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

A hand flies across your face and you suddenly feel an anger in your belly you know isn’t yours. You must still have Eddie’s blood in you. Glancing out the window you realized it was almost sundown; you just needed to buy time. 

“Arthur said John was coming her to confront you about you cheating. Then he disappears. Two days later my son goes looking for his brother over here and then he disappears. That’s not a coincidence, Y/N. Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

He hits you again and once more that anger rises. You can practically feel the vampire fuming as he paces. 

“If I were you, Thomas, I would leave now.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because if you’re still here when the sun goes down, then you’ll be reunited with your asshole sons.”

Kneeling by your side, he holds the knife to your throat making you wince as he draws blood.

“What did you do to my kids?”

“It’s not what I did. It’s what they did to me! John hurt me constantly and the last night I saw him he gave me a black eye before he was ripped to shreds. Arthur fucking shot me before he was killed. I’m glad their gone but I feel bad for them having had you as a father!”

The man kicks your side hard causing you to double over in pain. 

“Stop lying, bitch. If Arthur shot you, you wouldn’t be up and moving around like you are.”

Steve’s watch beeps on his wrist and you chuckle as you spit in his direction. 

“Last chance to leave.” The front door crashes open as Eddie skids to a stop behind the man. “Too late.”

Closing your eyes, you listen as the vampire murders your ex’s father before there’s a sudden silence and you feel your binds being cut. 

“Are you ok?”

“Steve... He needs you.”

You both crawl to his side as Eddie lifts him in arms. 

“Steven, you have to drink now, baby, ok?” The boy’s eyes remain closed as his boyfriend shakes him. “No! No, sweetheart, don’t you dare leave me. FUCK! I’m so sorry.”

Lifting him into his arms, Eddie bites into his neck and slurps at his blood as you watch helplessly. After a few moments, he comes off him with a pop and swiftly slices open his wrist, allowing the blood to fall into the man’s mouth. 

“Come on, Stevie. Please, baby.”, he whispered. Abruptly, Steve’s eyes snap open as he clings to his boyfriend’s arm and drinks causing the vampire’s eyes to roll back. “Fuck, that’s it. Good boy. Y/N…can…can you move?”

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“Take his keys and head back to our house. We’ll be right—mmm--there but I need you to get those boys out. I don’t…don’t care if they aren’t done.”

Nodding, you sprinted out the front door to do what you were told and sped back to their house. 

“We rerouted everything and you guys are up and running again. I wouldn’t worry too much—Jesus. Y/N what happened?!”

“You two need to leave NOW.”

“Are you kidding?! What’s going on? Are Eddie and Steve alright?!”, Dustin shouted. 

“YES!”, you lied. “But we need you guys to go to hotel or home. I promise you I’ll make him call you and tell you everything! PLEASE!”

Hesitating for only a moment, they quickly gathered their bags and you watched as they got into their rental car to drive off into the night. As soon as they disappeared, Eddie flew past you and placed Steve on the bed. 

“I don’t know if it worked. He just passed out while drinking from me. Fuck. Fuck! I should have gone with you or gotten your things for you. Your house is never safe.” Sensing your guilt, he hastily turns around and cups your face. “No, hey. I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. Ok? Shit.”, he flinches as he sways and you carefully guide him to the floor. “He took a lot from me. Can you—”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before you ran into the kitchen to find a bag of blood, tearing it open, and bringing it back to him. As he chugs it back, his black eyes scan you over.

“When I feel better, I can heal you to.”

“No, Eddie. I’m ok. I just want you to focus on you two.”

“Y/N, I woke up after 2 months…I don’t know how long it’s going to take him.”

###########

That evening, you looked after them both with Eddie refusing to leave his boyfriend’s side. Removing Steve’s shirt, you used a rag to clean the blood from where his stab wound had been and wiped away the mess around his mouth. All of the previous wounds were gone but his breathing was still extremely shallow. 

Curling up behind Eddie, you held him as he cuddled up into Steve’s nook and caressed his face. 

“Is this what it felt like, baby? When you thought I was gone… I’m so fucking sorry, Steve. You never should have experienced this. It hurts way more than those little fucker’s teeth ever did. Please, come back to me.”, he cried.

The memory of him waking up and feeling alone clouded his mind; the feeling of being lost before hearing his lover’s voice and their song on the little radio. 

“'Cause all I can taste is this moment and all I can breathe is your life. So and sooner or later, it's over…I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”, Eddie sang softly before kissing his cheek. “I love you, Steve Harrington.”

***

The sound of thunder startled you awake and as soon as your eyes snapped open they were met with fangs and black eyes staring down at you. His hair was hanging in front of his face and he was still in just his jeans with no shirt. The man’s cold hands were pinning your wrists to the mattress as he hovered over you bent at the knee straddling your waist. 

“Steve?”

He growled loudly at the sound of your voice causing the vampire beside you to jerk awake. 

“Jesus Christ… it worked.”, Eddie murmured, his eyes quickly taking in the situation before him. “Sweetheart, are you alright?

Steve didn’t move or make an indication that he heard him at all. 

“Baby, I can feel how hungry you are. I can take care of you, ok. You don’t need to feed on her.”

You squeaked when his body abruptly shifted as he leaned down to sniff your neck.

“Steven…”, he warned.

“Pretty girl…smells good. Hungry.”

You tried to control your emotions but you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched as his long, wet tongue licked a line up your throat to your cheek. Steve and Eddie groaned at the same time driving you crazy. 

“Mine.”

“Ours.”, the metalhead corrected. 

“Hungry.”

“I have food in the refrigerator. You can NOT eat her. She needs to be healed first. She lost a lot of blood yesterday.”

Steve snarled but Eddie wasn’t amused anymore. 

“You don’t talk to me or give me attitude, little boy. Vampire or not I’m still your fucking Daddy. Now, let her go or I swear to God I will punish you.”

The boy’s massive, strong palms ran along your head feeling the slight bump and dried blood that remained there causing him to growl again at a much lower register before biting into his skin and shoving his wrist towards your mouth. 

Steve moaned when your lips attached to him while you drank, his hips grinding subtly against your core. 

“Pretty girl. Hurt.”

“Yeah, Y/N got hurt trying to save you.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered as he tried to control all the intense emotions running through his body right now. He was so relieved that Steve was alive so to speak but he could feel his anger and hunger as well as his desire for you.

Grunting, he forcefully pushed you back against the pillows and glared at his partner with his fury filled black eyes. 

“Who?!”

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy took care of him.” The boy nodded before baring his fangs and leaning towards your neck, hovering just so before snarling in frustration and squeezing your wrists tighter. “What’s wrong, Steve?”

“Need…permission…”

The metalhead let out a breathy laugh that bordered between pleasure and relief. His boyfriend was still in there, he just needed to coax him out the way Steve did with him many times before. 

“Y/N, princess, are you ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”, you whimper causing the boy above you to smirk. 

“Ok, my good boy. You can have her but when I say stop you have to listen to Daddy, understand?”

Steve nodded, wasting no time as his head fell back beside your neck and his teeth pierced your skin. As soon as his hands released you, you desperately reached between your bodies to push down his pants and move your panties to the side, groaning loudly as you guided his cock into your body. 

“Fuck, Y/N.”, Eddie moaned. “I wish you…you could feel what he’s feeling. Jesus…”

Gripping the other side of your neck, Steve’s hips slammed into yours toeing that fragile border between pleasure and pain as you clung to shoulder. 

“St-Steve…”

The long-haired boy heard the whine in your tone as tears fell from your eyes. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? D-Do you need to stop?”

“Too much, Daddy.”

“Steve, you have to stop now, ok?”

The man growled when Eddie touched him causing him to growl back. 

“Steven!”, you shouted in a firm tone making them both freeze. “L-Look at me NOW.”

Doing as you commanded, he lifted his head and his eyes immediately softened when he noticed the streaks of tears along your cheeks. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you urged him to continue while cupping his face. 

“That’s it, baby. I can’t give…give you more blood but you can take me. I’m…I’m so sorry, Steve. This is my fault.”

His head shook as he blinked rapidly, his black eyes receding and his beautiful honey ones pushing forth.

“No…No, honey. This isn’t your fault.”

Hearing his normal, sweet tone broke you as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and he did the same. 

“Keep going. Please. I need to feel you.”

Leaning his forehead against your own, he steadily began thrusting into you again at a much gentler rhythm. 

“I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I can feel you everywhere. It’s ok. Everything’s alright.”

You both desperately panted into each other’s mouths as he felt your pussy tighten around him as you came, following close behind as you felt him fill you up. 

With heavy eyes, you tried to focus your vision but it was too much as the adrenaline left your body and blood loss caught up with you. 

“Sweetheart, no. Keep your… Baby?! Open…eyes…”

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Flashes of memories hit you at once. 

“Bill, are you kidding? You can’t stay another week just so you can fuck your whore! We have a son to take care of!”

“Mommy.”, five-year-old Steve coos as she slams the phone done after his father hung up on her. “Everything’s ok. I love you.”

“Hey, dad.”

“What is it, Steven? I’m busy.”

Twelve-year-old Steve twirls the basketball in his hand as he carefully enters his dad’s office a bit more. 

“I, uh, wanted to tell you I made captain of the JV team.”

“Seriously? That’s why you bothered me? Get out of here and come back when you actually have something good to tell me.”

“Like we’re in love? You don’t love me?”

A teenage Steve’s hand falls from the girl’s face as she tells him their relationship is bullshit. It feels like his heart was shattered as he angrily leaves her behind in the bathroom. 

“Ahoy. Welcome to Scoops. I’m your captain Steve. What can I get you?”

“Jesus, that was both pathetic and sexy, Harrington.” The man’s eyes shift up to lock on the metalhead in front of him as his big, tooth filled grin almost blinds him. “Only you could pull that off, pretty boy.”

“Eddie, right? Mumford?”

“Munson.”, the long-haired boy cackles. “I’m surprised you remember that much, sire. It’s not like we floated in similar circles. Plus, you were also an asshole.”

“Yeah.”, he chuckles. “I was. Sorry about that.”

The guitar riff for “Iris” begins to play making Eddie roll his eyes. 

“What? You don’t like the Goo Goo Dolls?”, Steve teases. 

“No and this song is fucking cheesy as hell.”

Turning on the couch to face him more, the man brings the beer bottle to his lips like a microphone as he begins to sing. 

“And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am!”

The metalhead smiles as he playfully cringes causing Steve to laugh harder before crawling forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Woah…”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I cross a line? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can just forget it happened and—”

Ring laced fingers grab his cheeks and kiss him again but much more deeply. 

“What if I don’t want to forget?”

“Wait, Eddie. Wait. Um…”, Steve pants as he lightly pushes at his boyfriend’s chest, his cock getting harder as he watches him struggle to pull his lips away from his own. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”, Eddie asks as he tenderly runs his fingers through the man’s fluffy hair. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, no. I do. I just…I’m nervous. I’ve never…not been with a girl…ya know?”

The metalhead grins at his shyness as Steve’s face blushes bright red. 

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, ok? If at any point you want to stop just say the word.”

After getting the go ahead, Eddie strokes the lube along his shaft a few more times before lining himself up with the man’s entrance and gradually sliding in. 

“Fuck, Steve. You’re so fucking tight.” Opening his eyes, he scans the man underneath him whose eyes had also been closed but his eyebrows and nose were scrunched together. “Look at me, pretty boy. How are you feeling?”, he asks when he does what he says. 

“S-So fucking good. Hurts a little bit but—Jesus—please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”, he teased, placing his palm behind Steve’s neck as he leaned his forehead on his own. 

“Fuck, Eddie. I love you, baby. Just like that.”

The metalhead’s movements faltered for just a second before grinning down at him and kissing his lips. 

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god, Steve! What—”

The boy pushes past Eddie into the trailer living room, his dripping wet frame from the rain drenching the carpet underneath his shoes.

“FUCK HIM! He thinks he can tell me who to be or who I can be with?! Fuck. HIM!”

Eddie grabs his arms and forces him to stand still as he looks him over. 

“Who the fuck hit you?”, he asked with a tone filled with anger. “Was it Tommy or fucking Jason?!”

“My dad finally caught up with the town gossip.”, he answered sarcastically as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Said no son of his was going to ruin the Harrington name by fucking a guy let alone the town freak. I told him to fuck off and that you were perfect. He said it was either you or them. If I chose to stay with them I couldn’t see you anymore. I told them I loved you and he hit me. And of course, what does my mom do?! Fucking NOTHING!”

Steve fell to his knees and Eddie sunk down with him collecting him in his arms. 

“It’s ok, baby. Everything’s alright. You can stay here as long as you need to. Fuck your parents. You know Wayne doesn’t care.” 

Eddie pushed his boyfriend’s head into his chest, trying to soothe him as he continued to cry.

“Eddie! Eddie! No, no, no, no.”, Steve panicked as he slid to the man’s side in the upside down. 

“I tried, Steve. I tried to convince him to come through the gate with me. He said he needed to buy more time.”, Dustin sobbed as the earth shook around them. 

“Steve, we need to go.”

“Ok, come on, Robin. Grab one of his arms and…”

The girl looked at Nancy sympathetically unsure of what to do. Even she knew they couldn’t carry him through a gate in the ceiling. None of them had the strength especially after being grabbed by the vines. 

“Steve, come on. We have to go.”, Nancy urged, pushing down the guilt that weld up in her throat. “We can’t stay here.”

“Neither can he. We can pick him up and I can—”

“STEVE! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey Mina.”

“Hey Renfield. Draculaaaaa.”, you jest, smiling widely when you see him smirk. “Thank you boys again for letting me help with your site. I love doing this way more than any other customer service bullshit.”

“I can imagine. I used to work at an ice cream parlor and a video store. I know how crazy customers can be.”

“I hope it’s alright. Since you trusted me with your whole empire I thought I’d be more vulnerable with you both to.”

The little box with your name suddenly illuminated with your face causing them both to sigh at the same time. 

“So…this is me.”, you giggle nervously.

“Pretty girl.”

“Very.”, Steve followed, beaming when you blushed at their compliments. 

***

“There she is. Come on, baby girl. Open your eyes, please.”, Eddie urged as he gently rocked you in his arms, trying desperately to hide how worried he actually was. 

When your eyes met his, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he tenderly moved some of the hair away from your face. 

“Steve?”

“I’m right here, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take so much. This is so new to me and—”

Your lips cut him off as you crawled into his lap and collapsed shakily in his embrace. 

“Let me grab her something to eat.”

“I saw it. I saw everything… your memories flashed before my eyes. You’ve been through too much, baby.” He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your forehead. “I-I-I felt the love you have for him. How many times you felt like he’s saved you.”

Eddie came back and handed you a granola bar but you just held it in your palm as you sobbed while shifting your focus to him. 

“It’s my fault you almost lost him. You both should just go. Grab your things and leave me and LA behind. I’m going to get you both killed.”

Steve growled loudly as he grabbed your face and forcibly turned you to look at him.

“Y/N, what happened wasn’t your fault. What happened with your ex and his asshole brother wasn’t your fault.” Realizing how he was holding you; he swallowed nervously and dropped his hands to your sides. His body twitched and Eddie felt the emotion as he lightly chuckled. 

“Yeah, do you see what I mean now when I said it aggravates me that you both feel guilty about things you couldn’t control. You two feel it so strongly to.”

“It’s so weird. It’s like I can almost hear her thoughts but it’s a feeling. You…don’t believe me when I say it’s not your fault. You think your mom’s right about you. That you just ruin everything basically by existing.”

As you looked away in shame, Eddie reached out to lift your chin. 

“I get what it feels like to think that. My dad was the same way before he went in but, Y/N, it kills me when I feel you feeling that because—”

“You can’t see how perfect you are… to us anyway.”, Steve finishes. 

Silently, you opened the treat he brought you as you waited for them to take care of you. Watching with studious eyes, Eddie licked his thumb and showed his boyfriend how he heals the bites, marveling when the wound disappears. 

“I always did it while you were both asleep.” The metalhead scooted forward and cupped Steve face in his hands as the shared a passionate kiss. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, sweetheart. I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.”

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@chelebelletx @mandyjo8719 @nailbatanddungeon

[mswyrr]

THG is the only pop culture story I can think of where the heroes (Katniss and Peeta) are disabled* and their happy ending doesn't require that they be "fixed" in order to be happy. IMO, part of why there's such controversy over the ending of the books in particular is that Collins wrote the pov of Katniss as a woman who is content and loves her life and her spouse and kids, but she's still very clearly mentally ill (and arguably somewhere on the spectrum). She has coping strategies and her life is good, but she will never be "normal" and Collins doesn't let the audience think that.

The one part, where she talks about how she handles the darker days, when she's really struggling, never fails to move me:

I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play. (Mockingjay, 332)

It's hard to express how important that is to me. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to lead a good life. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to have a life worth living, to give and receive love in good ways.

And, so, when people look at the villain in the prequel and say "he's just crazy, that's why he's evil. He's just a psycho, he's nuts," it's so out of place, it's so dissonant to me -- I think that's absolutely not the kind of story Collins would tell, given her prior handling of disability.

I don't think she's suddenly turned into a Victorian writer where you can know someone is evil because they're disabled because the writer thinks disabled people are warped creatures incapable of doing anything but bringing evil into the world. And the way people assert this, as if it's the pure, wholesome, most politically advanced reading of the prequel, is just - it doesn't compute for me. I don't understand how people get there.

I studied (for years) the treatment of mentally ill people in the mid-20th Century US. It was horrific. US forced sterilization and eugenics laws actually inspired N/azi Germany's forced sterilization, eugenics, and mass murder campaigns against mentally ill and disabled people. Nice, normal people have repeatedly convinced themselves that torturing and killing disabled people is how they will "purify" their society - they've done great evil in the name of rooting out the people evil is supposedly located within biologically.

Is it so hard to believe that people with normal brains do evil? Is it truly so impossible? Even in a story where the Games are about how a lot of people, the majority of whom are neurotypical, can be brought, via media presentation and entertainment techniques, into taking pleasure in their participation in evil? It's so hard to fathom that evil can't simply be located in someone being "psycho"?

Ballad already has Dr Gaul, who is evil and clearly neurodivergent. If Snow is too then the message starts to get kind of worrying? IMO, Coriolanus is more effective as a kind of “everyman” as an 18 year old - an example of the incentive structures (rewards and punishments) and propaganda that motivate “normal” people to go along. Of course, he will later become something far worse than that, someone who takes control of this thing, who uses his intimate knowledge of it and his insight into other “normal” people to make it worse, but that’s not the part of his life we see the most of. The part the book focuses on provides what I consider a powerful depiction of how ordinary people are acculturated into corrupt societies.

It's fiction so there's all kinds of interpretations that the text can support and exploring those is good. It's a stronger text because it has ambiguities and can be interpreted more than one way. But the intensity of some of the rhetoric is an unsettling contrast to what I've thought, for over a decade, Collins' themes and pov are as a writer.

*Shame on the films for removing Peeta's physical disability, though; in the books he lost a leg during their first Games

[h0ranghaae]

from the first hi to the first i love you, chapter I:

the first time we stayed alone (but in the crowd)

mason mount series

genre: angst, fluff, smut, comedy attempts

warnings: language

word count: 2,7k

a/n: god knows i wanted it to be a one-shot thing, but then i realized how many chapter ideas i got, so i didn't want to rush and make it look like a brief description of each timeline. please, please tell me what you think about it 🤧 all genres and warnings will depend on a chapter!! (the story starts on may, 14th, 2023)

"Babe, I'm really sorry, but they'll eat me alive if I don't finish it in time," your best friend, Sonia, says with pleading eyes, and you pout. You came to London from Manchester to spend your week off with her, but her boss had different plans. "I know, I promised you a fantastic time here, so I've figured things out for tonight."

"How so?" the interest in your voice is genuine.

"I asked Mason to take you out today, so get ready for The National Gallery, the tickets are already boug-"

"Whoa, stop talking so fast – I know you want to confuse me so I will say yes," you place both of your hands on the kitchen table to steady yourself – mentally. Sonia looks closely at you across the table, so you continue. "Firstly, my fantastic time can only be spent with my best friend, not with her husband's friend."

"But you've known each other for around three years," she scowls. "He gave you so many rides."

"When I was with you," you protest. "When your Ricky was with us. And, secondly, The National Gallery? I can admire you, sitting in front of your computer, with the same pleasure."

"No, you’re going with Mason. You need to get out. Besides, he already bought the tickets. When he’s done at the training center, he will pick you up – so you have, like, two hours to get ready."

You sigh. Sonia feels guilty for not being the best entertainer – but you never expected her to be one. Still, she comes up with the weird decision you can’t decline yourself, because then you will be the one who feels guilty. Also, you are pretty sure Mason said yes to her for the same reasons.

Mason is a nice, polite, funny guy with warm doe eyes and a perfect nose. But he is not your friend. You don’t really know how to act around him – partly because you are sure that if not for Ricky, your paths will never cross. He is from a different planet – a planet of fame, interviews on national channels, trips all around the globe, and big money. And you don’t have a rocket to visit this faraway planet.

There is another reason to avoid him like a plague, though.

You have a little – or medium-sized – crush on him and you can’t allow it to gain any control over your brain. Or your heart especially.

"Do you want me to help you with your hair?" Sonia asks you, and you narrow your eyes at her through the bathroom mirror.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" you huff, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

"I took a break," she rolls her eyes. "It's like you're getting ready for prom and the school heartthrob is already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. I can't miss it."

You shake your head at her giggles. "You're acting like a crazy teenager."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you're funny!" you exclaim. "It's just Mason, and suddenly you're making a big deal out of it."

"But you're finally getting to the next level with him," Sonia raises her eyebrows, and you finally turn to face her, finished with your preparations.

"Yeah, from getting lifts anytime I'm in London to going to museums without even planning and wanting it. Besides, don't forget there is Jacob back in Manchester."

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes for the second time in less than three minutes. "When was the last time you saw him? Two weeks ago? Three? Sounds legit, for sure. Absolutely worthy."

Your weak attempt to disagree is killed with the sound of the intercom, and you're relieved you don't have to come up with delusional excuses to make your (almost) relationship with Jacob look not that bad as it is in reality.

You really like him, and you're so ready to open your heart to him – if you haven't done it already – but the local DJ (and you're wondering why this pathetic fact of him still doesn't give you an ick) is too busy, afraid, or just stupid to commit to anyone.

Or just to you. Or it's you who are just stupid.

"The heartthrob's here!" Sonia yelps, already pressing the button to let Mason in. You've never seen her move that fast. She was the worst at PE in high school.

"Oh dear God," you sigh, while putting on your jacket. Well, it's way easier to act annoyed when your knees are weak because of how nervous you are. You're right, you tell yourself, a very pale version of yourself in the mirror, it's just Mason, the old good lad Mason, and you're just making yourself crazy for nothing. At the end of the day, you really like Mason and don't want your frustration to be projected onto him.

Things with Jacob will get better, and even if Mason isn't your friend, you can still have a good time together tonight. And he can become your friend. And just the thought of it makes your heart swell.

"Hi there," you turn your head toward his gentle voice, always remembering how surprised you were the first time you heard him speak. His voice is so delicate and warm — the exact opposite of how manly he looks.

"Hi," you return his smile, letting him pull you in for a side hug.

"I didn't know you were in London until yesterday," Mason says.

"Yeah, because you weren't on my bingo card," you muse. "But the best event planner ever knows better, I suppose."

"Oh, get out already and let me work and you have fun. And don't come back earlier than after 4 hours. You know the directions, Mason, so take my bestie and go," Sonia taps on the wall next to the front door.

"Never felt more welcomed, bestie," you say, following Mason out of the apartment. And while he's standing in front of the lift, pressing the silver button, you turn to Sonia to whisper, "Text me every two minutes, so he won't think I'm some sort of hermit."

"Constant notifications can kill the vibe," she whispers back.

"What the fuck?" you make your words audible only for her. "That makes no sense."

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but the metal carriage is waiting," Mason distracts you, and Sonia takes this opportunity to shut the front door of her apartment. "After you," he gestures for you to step into the lift first, and you can't help but smile at him, entering the cabin.

The doors are closed now, and you're standing extremely close to him so you can smell his cologne – magnetic and just... Delicious.

"I like your perfume," you blurt out. "Is it Tom Ford?"

He hums in agreement, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You're lucky, I took a shower after training. Just for you."

"How thoughtful," you reply. "But if I'm really lucky today, the universe will spare me from your amazing jokes."

"Nah, you're not that lucky, sorry," and with this, your trip through eighteen floors of the building is over. "Buckle up and let's explore the art. But let me warn you," he places his hand on your shoulder in a secretive manner and whispers in your ear, "The real art is you and me, so be ready – people will stare."

"Are we late?" you ask, and Mason just shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, totally unsure. The doors of the gallery are closed, despite his several attempts to pull and push the door handles.

"It seems to be fate," Mason says with a smile. "So, Starbucks for starters?"

"Just admit you manifested it," you follow him, silently appreciating that he slowed his usual pace for you. "I doubt you ever wanted to go here."

"Yeah, that's why I picked you up at five o'clock – I knew they close at six."

"Really?!"

Mason stops and looks at you in pure disbelief, "Of course not," he huffs. "It was sarcasm," he explains, but can't suppress a giggle escaping his mouth.

"You're so unserious," now it's your turn to huff, but when he places his hand on your lower back while you cross the road at the green light, you're suddenly out of words.

Your skin burns at this spot despite two layers of clothes – not a good sign at all. But the questions that are generated in your head – oh, they're even worse. Why does he do it? To make sure you're matching his pace? Does he want you to be safe? Did Sonia ask him to do so? Do all well-mannered men do it?

Does he like you?

The disgustingly sweet coffee you both ordered at Starbucks helps you get rid of these confusing and unnecessary thoughts. Not for long, unfortunately.

"I can feel my teeth rotting at this moment," Mason moans after taking a sip from his cardboard cup. "But it's so good. Let me taste yours."

You willingly hand him your cup, and he wraps his palm around yours, positioning both of your hands higher – this simple action makes you hold your breath without even realising it.

"Wow, that was easy to get," he laughs and wraps his lips around the straw.

"Drink it already," you roll your eyes. "And I will start praying that you don’t have any contagious diseases."

He makes a face at you, swallowing the coffee like it's fish oil – or something even worse tasting. "You should have warned me – it's terrible. Right now, I'm doing my best not to stick out my tongue in disgust."

"Oh, Mason, you're so brave. Thank you for telling us your story," your hand slides out of his tender grip as you continue to walk. "For the record, mine has one syrup less than yours."

"It's what you call a difference maker."

"Stop it already, I know it's a reference to you on the pitch," you laugh. You genuinely laugh. Mason is effortlessly funny – you knew it already, but today you finally had a chance to experience it to the maximum. And he's witty too – amazing with words, and you really like the way he talks – passionately, but in a calm voice, looking straight in your eyes, following every reaction of yours.

Mason closes the distance between the two of you in one wide step and lowers his head to your level. "By the way, I don't have any diseases," his whisper causes goosebumps all over the skin of your neck and you hum in response. "For the future."

The future and you are divided by a distance, you think, while Mason and you, at least at this moment, are not.

He insisted that you have to sit not across from each other at this fancy restaurant in the heart of London, but next to each other, and you silently agree, not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel him closer. His shoulder brushes yours when he's slicing the steak, and you turn your head to him.

"Did you make the reservation months in advance or did your fame help you sneak in ahead of turn?"

Mason just smiles at you, even though he's not happy that you asked the question while he's chewing and can't respond to your words, and you raise your brow.

"I'm surprised you're not talking with your mouth full," you mock him, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I booked it three months in advance," he says as you thankfully nod at the waiter refilling your glass of wine. "Three months ago, I knew that May fourteenth would be marked as our first date on my wall calendar."

"Oh, that infamous Mason's wall calendar with pictures of kittens?" you half expected him to say something along those lines, something bold yet simple, but what you didn't expect was him handing you his fork with a slice of meat on it. The gesture was nice, caring, and... heartwarming?

"Kittens in flower gardens," Mason corrects you as a content smile appears on his features when you take the slice off the fork and into your mouth, chewing slowly.

The food is great, the wine is even better, and your entertainer is one of England's most eligible bachelors. Sometimes life is good.

"It's a shame you can't drink," you whine, holding Mason by his forearms, and he shows his perfect teeth, still not destroyed by the sugary coffee he had, in a wide smile.

"Let's drink when I'm on summer break?" he suggests, his hands rubbing your sides. His chocolate eyes follow yours, and you can't help but get magnetised by his soft gaze. He calls your name softly, feeling that he has to get the needed answer from you. "So, how does it sound?"

"See you on your summer break then," you lightly pat his chest and he laughs.

"What about before? You know I'm all fun even sober."

"Let's see, Mason. It's not like I have a door in my Manchester flat that leads me directly to you."

"It's changeable, though," he says, looking above your head. It feels like he's talking more to himself than to you, but you elaborate anyway.

"Changeable? Mason Mount, are you a constructor of a teleportation machine?" you ask in mock disbelief.

"Maybe so," he plays along, and you laugh. Suddenly, after five glasses of fine wine, everything Mason says sounds even funnier than before.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you mirror his motion, holding onto his waist.

"Thank you for today," your voice is muffled as you mumble into his beige bomber jacket – which smells just so amazing, enveloping you in an aroma cloud. "I really liked it."

"So did I," Mason says, and you're thankful he doesn't reject your clingiest side, never breaking the hug you dragged him into in the first place. "Pinky promise we will go out more?"

"Sure, but I'm done for today," you say. "It's a good thing you didn't drink, though – at least I have you as my personal driver back home."

"Oh, look at you," he imitates an adoring voice. "Making me feel so needed and desired."

"In high demand, yep," you confirm. "Promise me I'm your favorite passenger."

You can feel Mason pulling back from the hug so he can raise his pinky, and you shove off his hand with a smile. The dark-haired man smiles back at you, so sweet and tender – it makes your poor heart beat a hundred times faster.

"Oh my god," Sonia squeezes you in a hug as soon as you get to her apartment. "You look so happy! And... Wait a second, are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, just a little tipsy, that's all, but-"

You tell her everything, trying not to sound too excited, and Sonia, being the best friend ever, asks for every possible and impossible detail. Seizing the opportunity, you ask the same question you asked Mason in the restaurant.

"Does it matter?" Sonia asks in return. "Other things are way more important!"

"No, they're not. What if the only reason we ended up in this restaurant was that he was dumped by someone? Or did he dump someone? And here I am, just a backup plan."

"Oh, shit," Sonia breathes out, and you lift your head, your fingers stopping their random patterns on the soft material of the cushion. Well, you’re anxious now. "You're already thinking about it, aren’t you?"

You roll your eyes as she laughs, but when you stay silent, she goes on. "I’m pretty sure he’s famous and rich enough to get a reservation in four hours max. You had a wonderful evening – all kudos to me – so don’t spoil the aftertaste with your thoughts!"

"Yeah, my thoughts… Completely unnecessary as always," you laugh, raising your hands in defeat.

It was a wonderful evening, and you even want to jokingly think that this evening proves that all "bros before hoes" manifestos can be thrown out of the window, but, in reality, you can’t. Because Mason, as you thought before, is closer to becoming your bro than anything else. But at the end of the day, the distance will divide Mason and you again. You and your long-distance friend.

[certifiedcallahanstan]

The memoir of a horny fangirl

chapter 2

Warnings: This is a pretty heavy chapter, it shows a really vulnerable side to Hazel and the shitty side of the reader. I had to get this chapter done, so the rest can be lighter and more *spicy*. The next chapter will get back to baseball hazel!!

This chapter contains: sa

It’s been a couple days since you had received the picture and you know you shouldn’t be upset, Hazel is a grown woman and is allowed to kiss whomever she wants, it’s not like you two are together anyways. That however doesn’t stop you from trying to avoid her.

P.J invites you to the coffee shop with Josie and Brittany to do quote on quote “studying” which really means she wants to talk to you all about her latest hook up.

Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting caught up in the conversation.

“and i mean it wasn’t a fucking normal sized strap, that shit was like- fucking xxl” P.J moves her hands at least a feet apart from eachother trying to demonstrate the size and josie scrunches up her nose.

“I don’t need to hear that P.J, you keep that to yourself” she huffs and you cover your mouth trying to stop a laugh from escaping.

For a brief moment, the weight of your emotions regarding Hazel and the photo fade into the background as you lose yourself in the conversation until eventually Brittany convinces everyone that we should probably study.

You pull out your notes adorned with doodles of different sea creatures and facts about them when you hear a familiar voice approach the table.

“Hey guys” the voice that belongs to the shaggy brunette starts “Josie told me you all were studying and that..” she looks at her phone reading the text “We are about to kill P.J, please come before one of us commits a felony”

P.J just responds with a huff a mutters something along the lines of “you all are just mad i get more hoes” as Hazel pulls out a chair and joins the group.

You scoot slightly more away from Hazel hoping nobody will notice. unfortunately these chairs are millenniums old and makes and obnoxious screeching noise

You cringe inwardly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks as all eyes turn in your direction.

Hazel's gaze flickers briefly in your direction, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden noise.

"Sorry about that," you mumble, offering a sheepish smile as you try to play off the noise. "These chairs are... uh, not the most cooperative."

Everyone seems to accept that excuse as they get back to their previous tasks. You start shading in the sea creature you were previously drawing in your journal when you feel P.J looming over you.

“what the fuck knuckles is that” she says as she points at your drawing

you look down at a your notebook where you had draw what looks like a eel-shark hybrid

“it’s called a frilled shark” you start explaining as all eyes look at you “they get their name from the frilly appearance of their gill sets. In fact they’re one of the few sharks that eat their prey whole…”

You trail off awkwardly, realizing that you may have gone a bit overboard with your explanation when you see everyone blankly staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try to steer the conversation back on track.

"Anyway, um... yeah, it's just a cool creature I thought I'd draw," you finish lamely

“I think it’s sick”

you turn your head to the voice and see Hazel smiling at you “i mean a shark that moves like an eel?”

"Yeah, exactly!" you respond, a smile spreading across your face as you meet Hazel's gaze. "It's pretty fascinating how they've adapted to their environment."

fuck why does she have to be so damn irresistible.

your thoughts are cut off by the slamming of a text book and you see Brittany getting up “my brain feels all mushy, im going home to take a nap”

Josie nods, putting her computer in her back pack “i should probably get back to Isabel” and P.J mutters something about going to “fuck then duck” whatever that means.

Soon enough it’s just you and Hazel, you try to ignore the tension, but damn it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence stretching between you as you both seem lost in your own thoughts. You fidget nervously, unsure of what to say.

Finally, Hazel clears her throat, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile. "So... um, how have you been?" she asks, her voice soft and tentative.

You swallow, trying to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. "I've been okay," you reply, your voice slightly strained. "Just... you know, trying to stay busy with school and stuff."

and not making out with random red heads and getting chlamydia you add in your head.

Hazel nods, her gaze flickering briefly as she seems to search for the right words. "Yeah, I get that," she says quietly “hey um..have you been avoiding me? i’ve tried to text you but you haven’t answered and everytime i try to come up to you you walk the opposite direction”

your jaw clenches as you start putting everything in your shark printed back pack “what reason would i have to avoid you Hazel” your voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

she runs her ringed fingers through her hair and you try not to notice the prominent veins “that’s what i’m trying to figure out, did i do something?”

“not everything is about you callahan” you grunt out as you try to gather all your loose papers

“here let me help-“

“i don’t need your help” you shove her arm away and in the process her hand hits an open water bottle spilling water all over your notebook. the notebooks that has three years worth of research in it

A sense of panic washes over you as you scramble to salvage what you can, frantically wiping at the water with trembling hands. Hazel watches helplessly, her expression a mixture of concern and regret.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I was just trying to..."

You cut her off with a sharp gesture, your own frustration boiling over as you struggle to contain your emotions. "Just... leave me alone, Hazel," you mutter, your voice thick with emotion.

she steps back as her eyebrows knit together “this wouldn’t have happened if you just let me help. Maybe instead of pushing people away talk to them”

You can see the hurt etched in her features, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt tug at your conscience.

"I'm sorry, I just..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. With a heavy sigh, you toss your notebook into the trash and sling your backpack over your shoulder

"I have to go," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you turn away, unable to face Hazel in that moment. With each step you take, the distance between you and Hazel grows, the ache of regret gnawing at your heart.

Hazel just presses her lips together and nods before you see the same red head from the photo calling her name in an annoying high pitched voice.

You watch in silence as Hazel hesitates, her eyes briefly searching yours for any sign of a response. Before you can gather your thoughts, she turns away, putting on a fake smile as the red-headed girl approaches.

"What's up, Becca?" she says, her tone polite but strained, the artificiality of her smile not escaping your notice.

you turn away, knowing that it's not your place to intervene in Hazel's personal life. And also if you stayed there someone would be getting punched in the face, and here’s a hint. it wasn’t going to be you.

—————————————

“Did you say sorry at least?” Isabel ask as you lay upside down on her bed, letting the blood flow rush to your head to try to forget about what Josie now calls “they great water incident” that happened last week

"Yeah, I did," you reply with a sigh, your voice muffled from your upside-down position. “kinda.. i dunno. I mean you should’ve seen the way that becky, bexar, what ever the fuck her name is held onto her”

P.J shoves a handful of chips into her mouth and shrugs “i say kill the bitch”

Josie tosses a pillow at her face and huffs “We already have one murderous charge against us, we don’t need another”

Isabel nods in agreement. "Exactly. We'll figure this out without resorting to murder,"

“fine” P.J huffs holding her hands in the air “but just know that i know people”

“mhmm” you hum as you launch yourself back into an upright position on the bed stealing chips from P.J’s bowl.

As the group starts debating whether han solo or darth vader would be better in bed, you can’t help but wonder at this exact moment what hazel is doing.

——————————————

Hazel sits on her bed in her apartment talking about how the frilled shark can unhinge their jaw and eat prey at least twice their size as the red head sits and stares at her.

Hazel has never been one for social cues, she sincerely honestly thought that Rebecca just needed a friend, and sure they made out at the party but in her defense her face looked similar to yours in the midst of her 6 shots.

So here they are in Hazels apartment, Hazel blabbering about the eel-shark abomination (that she most definitely didn’t spend five hours researching after finding out about it)

“Rebecca? did you hear what i said” she stops and tilts her head with wide eyes

Rebecca nods and turns to Hazel “mhm- yeah the shark is like- long or some shit”

“you seem distracted” the brunette mutters “and it’s not called a long shark it’s called a frilled shark because-“ her sentence is interrupted when she hears Rebecca let out a drawn out sigh and move closer to Hazel.

“Yeah that’s kinda gross Hazey and i’m bored so how about we have some fun…”

“i don’t know what you mean-“ hazel starts before the girl lifts her shirt off and suddenly Hazel realizes why this girl has been being so nice to her.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Hazel stammers, her voice tinged with unease as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

“come on baby” Rebecca whines as she crawls into an unwilling Hazels lap “I’ve heard how good you are in bed”

And it’s true, Hazel was amazing in bed and she has had her fair share of hookups, but usually she knows about them before.

"Rebecca, I... I really don't think this is a good idea," Hazel insists, her voice shaky as she gently tries to push Rebecca away. "I'm not interested in anything like that right now."

“shhh” Rebecca whispers out as she slams her lips against Hazels and suddenly everything seems too much, Rebecca’s lips are wet, the lights are too bright, the AC is too loud. Panic grips her as she struggles to push Rebecca away, her thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion.

"Stop," Hazel manages to choke out, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. She pushes against Rebecca's chest with all her strength, her heart pounding with urgency.

Rebecca pulls back, frustration evident on her face. "What's wrong?" she demands, her voice tinged with irritation.

Hazel's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her mind reeling with a flood of emotions. "I... I told you to stop," she says, her voice trembling

Rebecca's expression darkens, her features contorted with anger as she takes a step forward. "You're just playing hard to get,"

Hazel manages to push Rebecca off her lap and quickly stands up, putting some distance between them.

"I think it's best if you leave," she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly with the effort to maintain composure.

With a frustrated huff, Rebecca storms out of the room, leaving Hazel alone with her racing thoughts and pounding heart. As she sinks onto the bed she grabs her phone with shakey hands and presses your contact then the call button.

“Hey what’s up” your voice bellows out from Hazels phone

“Hey i don’t know what-“

“HAHA JK this is my voice mail, leave a message or don’t i don’t care” your voice interrupts and Hazel can’t help the tears that fall down her face

“Hey..i don’t know if you’ll see this but Rebecca was here and i thought we were just friends, i mean i know i kissed her but i was drunk and..anyways we were talking and-“ Hazels voice cracks “-and she climbed on me and i told her to get off but she didn’t and- and she kissed me and maybe it’s my fault but..i don’t know what the point of calling you is because i’m pretty sure you hate me. I dunno, i just needed to tell someone.”

She presses the hang up button and brings her knees to her chest letting out a sob. How could she have been so stupid? Flash backs of when her dad would buy her these new suits and buttons up because he knew you hated dresses, but then make her get dressed in front of him flashed back into her mind.

Despite her best efforts to push those memories aside, they continue to haunt her, casting a shadow over her as she cries herself eventually to sleep.

———————————

it’s not until two days later that you see the voice mail, you’re sitting in your biology class with your airpod in when you click the play button.

“What the fuck?!” you blurt out when it finishes and suddenly all eyes are on you.

You smile sheepishly as you gather all of your belongings and rush out of the classroom calling P.J

after three rings she answers with a “I’m talking to this really hot chick so this better be important”

“You remember when we said that we weren’t going to kill anyone anymore”

P.J hums “well YOU ALL said that, i never actually agreed to it”

“Yeah well…it’s time for some killing..or at least seriously maiming”

as you explained the situation to P.J, the last thing she said before she hung up was

“let’s go kick some leprechaun ass”

————————————

Okay so YOU didn’t kick some leprechaun ass, P.J insisted she could take Rebecca herself and you assuming it went well because as you were driving (well over the speed limit) to Hazels house you receive a message from P.J saying “i’m like 75% sure she’s still alive, anyways if police come questioning you, say a rabid bear attacked her”

You chose not to question her further.

You get to Hazels house and you take a deep breath, you’ve never been good at comforting people, usually you just pat their back and give them water. You assume that probably won’t work for this situation .

Taking a deep breath, you exit your car and make your way to Hazel's apartment. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of the situation bearing down on you with each passing moment.

you knock on the door three times fast, two slow, that was your signature knock for her since middle school. As the door swings open, you're greeted by the sight of Hazel, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. Without a word, you pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

“y-you came-“ Hazel mutters out as you pull away and she wipes her eyes

“yeah of course haze, im sorry i didn’t see the voice mail till today”

Hazel nods, her expression grateful as she steps back, allowing you to enter her apartment. As you settle into the living room, Hazel gestures for you to take a seat on the couch beside her. You can sense her hesitancy, so you squeeze her hand and softly smile.

“you can talk to me about whatever, you know that right haze?”

Hazel meets your gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—vulnerability, fear, and a glimmer of hope. With a shaky breath, she begins to recount the events of that night, pouring out her heart and soul to you.

And all you saw was fucking red. How the fuck could someone do this to her Hazel, her sweet, beautiful, funny Hazel?

Your heart pounds in your chest as Hazel's words sink in, each one feeling like a blow to your own sense of justice. Anger simmers beneath the surface as you listen to the betrayal she endured, your grip on her hand tightening instinctively.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you meet Hazel's gaze with determination burning in your eyes. "Hazel, I am so sorry that you had to go through that," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "But I promise you, we will get through this together. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

Hazel coughs out a laugh and looks at you with wet eyes “That’s supposed to be my line”

You smile softly at her response, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, consider it borrowed for now," you say, returning her gaze with sincerity. "Because I mean every word of it. I'm here for you, Hazel, no matter what."

In that moment, as you sit together in quiet solidarity, you know that your bond with Hazel runs deeper than words can express. And with that unspoken understanding, you both find solace in each other's presence.

[petedavidsonscock]

They've been studying in Founders for a few hours when Nursey says, apropos of nothing, “Get me a blueberry muffin too?”

Dex and Chowder both glance up at him; Dex, who’s been tapping his right hand against the table faster and faster for the past few minutes, stills for a moment, then nods and stands.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, shutting his computer. “Chris, you want anything from Annie’s?”

“Um,” Chowder says, “when did you say you were going?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Nursey supplies. “But he was getting all fidgety.”

Dex shrugs in confirmation.

“Okay,” says Chowder, who, until now, would have been pretty sure that Dex works in total stillness from the start to the end of a project. “I’ll take an iced latte. Wait, Cait’s last class is over soon, can I ask if she wants something too?”

“Sure,” Dex says. 

Chowder sends the text. While they wait for a response, Nursey goes back to work (on an… essay? of some sort? Chowder’s not really sure), and Dex remains standing, scrolling on his phone. Cait replies a few minutes later.

“She wants an oat milk matcha latte and a croissant,” Chowder reports.

Dex nods once, frowning. “One blueberry muffin, one iced latte, one oat milk matcha latte, and a croissant.” When no one corrects him, he nods again. “Be back soon.”

And then Chowder’s brain breaks, because Nursey, who’s clearly absorbed back in his task, raises his head a little, not even really looking away from his computer screen, and Dex steps forward and kisses him on the mouth. 

Chowder hears himself make a noise like a dying fish. They both look over at him, because the kiss was really short, and it’s over now. It wasn’t a real kiss, just a little ‘goodbye see you soon’ kiss, which Chowder can recognize because he kisses Cait that way all the time, and Bitty kisses Jack like that, and Chowder’s aunt and uncle who actually still like each other kiss each other like that. Why the fuck are Dex and Nursey kissing like that??

“Oh,” Dex says after a moment. “Uh.”

Nursey has gone back to his work, but, sensing the atmosphere, looks up. “What? Oh.”

“Is there something you guys want to tell me?” Chowder can tell his voice has gone up roughly two octaves, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.

They look about equally sheepish.

“We’re, uh, practicing?” Nursey suggests finally, at the same time that Dex says, “Nursey has a thing for blueberry muffins.”

Chowder stares at them. “Sit down,” he says to Dex, who sits. He takes a breath. “Okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys have been acting weird all day. I saw you holding hands on the way to practice. And—and looking at each other. All day! A lot!” 

Dex raises an eyebrow, but Chowder plows on. “It’s like you’re together all of a sudden, but you can’t be together, because Nursey would be way smugger right now if you just got together. And you don’t seem like you just started dating. It’s more like you’ve been together for ages. But you’re both terrible at secrets.” He feels like he’s unraveling a puzzle. “And if you were keeping it a secret, why would you make it so obvious now? It doesn’t make sense! None of it—wait.” He has an idea and bites his bottom lip, considering. “Nursey, can you open Instagram?” 

“What?”

“Open Instagram,” Chowder repeats, feeling more sure by the second. “On your phone.”

“Uh,” Nursey says. He fumbles at his phone, the way he’s been fumbling it all day. Chowder watches him tap the phone screen as if expecting that to turn it on before catching himself and pressing the power button. Then it takes him almost fifteen seconds to navigate to the app: he tries to swipe up instead of sideways three separate times, and clearly doesn’t recognize the icon when he first sees it. Finally, he gets it open and says, weakly, “See? Easy.”

Dex thunks his forehead gently against the table.

“Okay,” Chowder says slowly. “Stop me if I sound crazy. But what if the reason you both clearly don’t know how to use your phones, and forgetting to go to your classes, and talking about how young we all are, is because,” he pauses, “you’ve been replaced with future versions of yourselves. When you’ve graduated and have cool new phones and have been dating for ages.”

He finishes, cringing a little at how silly it sounds out loud, but Dex and Nursey are staring at him, wide-eyed. 

“Uh,” Nursey says finally. “Yeah, that… the second one.”

Chowder blinks, then feels himself grin. “So you two do get together! That’s ‘swawesome! I’m so happy for you guys! I knew you’d make a great couple! Do you live together? Where do you live? How long have you been together? How did you start dating?” He pauses. “Wait, how far in the future are you from? Why are you here? Are me and Cait still together in your world? Are we all still friends?”

Dex and Nursey exchange a look. Chowder can’t read the conversation that passes between them, but after a moment, Dex’s shoulders drop down, and he takes Nursey’s hand in his. That makes Chowder’s brain spaz out a little: if the rest of… everything hadn’t been enough to convince Chowder that these Dex and Nursey aren’t the ones he knows, this would: he literally can’t imagine Dex willingly reaching out for affection. Especially from Nursey. Wow, the future must really be different.

“Okay, so,” Nursey says, grinning. “First thing, Dex and I aren’t dating, we’re married.” 

Dex rolls his eyes. 

“And second, here’s how it all went down.”

~~~

thanks for reading! i'll post the second part in a few days. and as usual here's the ao3 link if you want to leave me a kudos/comment :)

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

“I’d rather choose to fall in love and be hurt…"

"There’s always sadness in our lives. It’s that sad feeling that keeps us going."

"Believe in yourself and nothing can stop you."

"It’s not nice to pick on people weaker than you."

"No matter how much you change, please don’t forget the people who care for you."

"Thinking isn’t going to get us anywhere."

"I don’t need love right now. I have friends with the same purpose as me."

"If a soldier’s pride means hurting one another, I don’t want it."

"Never doubt your worst nightmare."

"Don’t forget me. I just want you to know you’re in my heart."

"But our brains are all the same. We are the same people."

"You cry for me?"

"I’ll just warn you now, I don’t know how to use a computer."

"Please stop talking about math when I’m eating."

"Tell me how to win this!"

"Why does morning come every day?!"

"This is no time for crying!"

"You saved my life though, so you must have some kind of heart."

"Very impressive, you didn’t land a single punch."

"Looks like you’ve learned your lesson!"

"I know it was you who prevented me from getting hurt, and I want to thank you."

"I need to keep it a secret just a little bit longer."

"Even in a dream, you’re just too good to be true."

"That’s so sweet I’m getting cavities!"

"Whenever you feel lost or anxious, I will always be there for you."

"A flower, no matter how beautiful, withers over time."

"I’ll punish you in high heels!"

"I’m not going to put my dreams on hold for you."

"Oh, please just let me sleep in peace!"

"We have to work together and fight so we don’t repeat the tragedy of the past again!"

"Are all former rock stars as loony as you?"

"Sometimes reality really stinks."

"Being a cute superhero and a student is exhausting."

"Oh, I wish I could be a cat."

[juniperskye]

I Almost Do Pt. 2

Sneak Peek: Part 2 to a Song Fic I wrote using “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift. One in which the reader faces the internal battle of how to express her feelings and fears to the man that she loves. Will they end up together again?

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2563

Warnings: No use of y/n, age gap, mentions of anxiety, some language, mentions of food, mentions of pregnancy (kind of), mention of marriage, talk of past unhealthy relationship, talk of insecurities, let me know if I missed any!

Not edited - please be kind.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Part 1.

Aaron was ready to surrender all hope and go to bed when the three little dots appeared. He was anxious to see what you’d reply, but glad that you’d actually return his message this time around. He was quick to check his phone when it alerted him to a new message. A small smile broke out on his face when he read your reply…

You were shocked to see Aaron’s message to say the least. You had been hoping for this, practically begging for it last time you talked to Penelope, but now that it was happening, it was like your consciousness had left your body and was now looking down on you waiting for your brain to start firing off neurons and compute some sort of response to this man that you were hopelessly in love with. But you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? Why aren’t your fingers moving along the keys formulating a simple text telling Aaron that you too had been thinking of him and that you wanted nothing more than to be back in his arms.

That pit in your stomach. That sickly sinking feeling you get when you know you might be making the wrong choice, or when you are so nervous because you don’t know the outcome of the situation that hasn’t occurred yet. But you can’t know the outcome if you don’t take the leap. But…the nerves, the anxiety, that sickly sinking pit in your stomach…they nag at you, whispering “make the safe choice”, “make the choice in which we already know the outcome”, “don’t take unnecessary risks”.  

You shake your head; you can’t let fear keep you from the possibility of happiness. You can’t let these nerves, this anxiety, that sickly sinking pit in your stomach run your life. Not anymore. So, you won’t. For once you are going to let your heart decide.

Your fingers move to type out a reply, the nerves, anxiety, and that stupid pit in your stomach SCREAMING at you to turn back, delete the text, lock your phone and go to bed. You reread the text over and over again, questioning every individual character neatly placed within the confines of the grey tones plastered amongst the text screen, this is it. Send.

You: There is so much I want to say, but I am not entirely sure a text is the best way to express everything I am feeling right now. You have been on my mind nonstop lately and I miss you. And…that scares me.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile. This was one of the many things he loved about you, you tended to overthink and that led to rambling and nerves and fidgeting. Watching you in those moments was beautiful because you allowed him to see a vulnerable piece of you and it was warm and intimate, and it was you. He could practically feel your racing heart and shaking hands through his phone. He knew what it meant for you to share that you were scared, it was something that had been brought up early on in your relationship.

**Aaron would notice that after sustaining an injury while on a case, you tended to shut down for a short while (usually until there were obvious signs of healing) and when he confronted you about it, you had broken down. Everything about your relationship with Aaron had terrified you. He had come into your life with the force of a battering ram, you had been swept off the hinges, your once secure defenses all came crumbling down. You wept, hot salty tears paving tracks down your cheeks, hiccupping out apologies.

A flash of panic had crossed Aaron’s features, quickly melting into concern and gentle shushing. Him telling you that there was no need for apologies. He simply wanted to know what had you in such a state. He held you until you had calmed, and you finally explained to him that you would shut him out because that was easier than admitting that you loved him so much that it physically hurt. When he came home with cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, stab wounds, hell, after nearly being blown up, you felt this wave of nausea along with earth shattering pain that one of these times it wouldn’t be him calling you to inform you he was on his way, but a call from Dave or Derek or maybe even Penelope to let you know that he was gone forever. That he would never look at you with those beautiful whiskey eyes. He’d never pull you closer and nuzzle his nose into the nape of your neck in the early hours of the morning. He’d never kiss your knuckles or call you sweetheart ever again, and you couldn’t live with that.

You told Aaron that you had never felt this way before, that you had come to learn that your soul was not your own, but it belonged to him. The two of you were written in the stars and you had figured it out the moment you met him. Aaron hugged you then, reassuring you that he was okay, and things would work out. For a moment you believed him, and things were okay…until they weren’t.**

Aaron wanted so badly to call you up, tell you to come over…but he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. Things between you had been left shattered, fragile shards of glass so thin that you can’t pick up the pieces without making a bigger mess of things. He knew he needed to tread lightly, careful not to put too much pressure on you and make sure you knew he would move at whatever pace you were comfortable with.

Aaron: How would you like to meet up for lunch? We can talk about things, see where that leads? You: Yeah, ok. Lunch sounds good. Aaron: Are you free tomorrow? I have a mandatory day off.

You scoffed at his message. Aaron despised mandatory days off, he always made sure to bring case files home so he could review and revise them on these days. He had said it felt like a waste of time, that there was no point in sitting around and doing nothing all day while I was out at work. Your thoughts were interrupted by the alert of another message coming in.

Aaron: I don’t know why I even suggested it, I know you work on Fridays. I can schedule a day off for this weekend. You: Tomorrow works for me. I actually got a promotion, so my schedule is different now. We can catch up on that later though. Is 12:30 alright?

Aaron felt a pang in his chest. He hadn’t known that you’d been up for a promotion at work, and he wonders when that even happened. Had it been back when he was letting his work consume his entire life? Had he completely zoned out during a conversation in which you would’ve excitedly told him about this new position and all the doors it could open for you in your career? Or had this been a change you’d felt you needed post breakup to keep your mind occupied? He would find out, and he would make up for it either way because damnit this ache he is feeling right now is horrible and he doesn’t think he could handle feeling this way forever.

Aaron: Oh, congratulations! 12:30 is great. Maggie’s? You: Thanks. Maggie’s sounds good. See you tomorrow.

You internally cursed Aaron for choosing Maggie’s. That had been your place, he had intentionally picked it because of your shared history there, you were sure of it. Maggie’s was where you had your first official date, it is where he said he loved you for the first time, Maggie’s was the home of many conversations of the future you two thought you’d share.

You thought about texting Aaron back telling him that you’d rather go to that new café on Grand. Somewhere neutral to your relationship but you ultimately decided against it. You figured it was time to go to bed, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth when your phone went off again.

Aaron: See you tomorrow.

Aaron had hoped that his choosing of Maggie’s would put you at ease, somewhere familiar and comfortable. He was anxious to see you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from pulling you in to him the second he saw you. After you had left that night, he had realized that you had brought so much into his life, you brought this warmth and radiated this vibrancy that he had grown accustomed to, so when you ended things his life went back to the cold, dull mundane that it had previously been. He hoped tomorrow would be good, that things would take a turn for the better.

Aaron: Goodnight You: Goodnight Aaron.

You were shocked that you slept through the night. You wondered if that was a sign that today was going to be a good day. That you would meet up with Aaron and things would go exactly as they are meant to. The universe has a plan…right? You needed to get ready for this lunch. Taking a deep breath and a quick stretch, you mentally prepare yourself. It’s just Aaron, he knows you better than anyone, things would be okay.

You took some time getting ready. Wanting to be in a positive head space you figured some self-care would be a great place to start. You took a shower, styled your hair, put on some light makeup and got dressed. You had debated wearing something that you knew would get a reaction out of Aaron but decided against it. Opting for something comfortable, you threw on your favorite pair of jeans and a thick knit sweater. You paired this outfit with your favorite jewelry and some loafers. Checking the time, you grabbed your purse and keys and made your way out the door. The ride to Maggie’s was all too familiar, muscle memory taking you there, allowing you to get lost in your thoughts.

Nerves, anxiety and that sickly sinking pit in your stomach, you anticipated their arrival. Only, they didn’t come. When you arrived at Maggie’s, you parked and made your way to the door. They still hadn’t made themselves present. Part of you wondered if it was because your body was waiting to hit you with all of those feelings in the form of Aaron standing you up, but that thought slipped your mind the moment you saw him stand and wave you over.

You walked over to him, his body twitched in such a way that you knew he wanted to hug you but also knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not now anyway. He gestured for you to sit, and you did. He looked so good. Tired, maybe even a little sad, but still so damn good. You looked to each other to begin what was to be an awkward dance of small talk until one of you opened the flood gates of the conversation that would determine the outcome of all this.

“We have known each other far too long to indulge in small talk. I think it is best if we just lay it all out on the table.” Aaron began.

“Agreed. But we should probably order first, I am starving, and I would hate to entangle our server in this discussion.”

“Good idea.” Aaron agreed and flagged the waitress down.

You placed your orders and ended up making some small talk waiting for the food to come. When it did arrive, Aaron politely asked our server that we be left alone for a while. He did it in that charming way that he does, he has always had a way with words, and with people.

“I think I should start. I made a lot of mistakes and some of which were selfish, and they hurt you in ways that I will never be able to make up for. But I need you to know that I am so sorry for shutting down and not communicating with you. I don’t want to make excuses, God knows nothing can excuse my actions, but I do want to explain that I let immature teasing from Dave and Derek get the better of me. It struck some insecurities within myself that I thought I had overcome but seemingly hadn’t.” Aaron shook his head at himself.

“Wait a minute, what teasing? What insecurities? Why are you just now telling me all of this?”

“Derek had asked me about our future, if we would get married, and if you would want children. I told him I wasn’t sure but that you and I would work through that together as it came up in our relationship. That is when Dave chimed in and kindly reminded me that I am quite a bit older than you and if we did have children, well, at their graduations you would look like their mother, and I would look more like their grandfather. Sweetheart I know that we had talked about the age difference, and you’ve made it very clear that it doesn’t change your feelings for me, but I can’t help but wonder if I am holding you back from a life that you deserve.” Aaron’s eyes grew misty.

“Aaron, I know that we haven’t talked about all that, but I think that was kind of the biggest fault in our relationship. We took things day by day, and while that can be a beautiful and exciting thing, it doesn’t allow for growth since you don’t know what you are aiming for. I would love to get married and have children, and have a beautiful life with you, but the truth is, we don’t know what the future holds. We can’t be certain that we would even be able to conceive, or that we will be together forever. But if I have learned one thing over these last few months, it is that I get to choose to take the leap. So, there is something I am certain of, and that is my love for you. It hasn’t changed, but I need you to open up to me as I have for you. I need you to communicate with me Aaron and I need you to be all in. What do you say?”

Aaron looked to you with bright eyes, hope shining through. In his eyes you could see forever, you just needed him to jump in. You were shocked at how bold you had been, but it was as if a fog had cleared the moment you stepped foot into Maggie’s. You heart and head in perfect sync telling you, this is it. You were meant to take this risk and be happy.

It was up to Aaron. Would he be willing to push aside his insecurities and jump into this once and for all?  Could the fact that the two of you had the last five months to grow and mature and reflect on your wrongdoings be enough to thrust your forward into a healthy successful relationship? Would any of that even matter? Would Aaron leap? You sat with bated breath awaiting his reply, silently willing him to say something, grab you and just kiss you, something! But then he spoke…

“I’m all in sweetheart.”

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

[the-magicians-blue]

How about micah and reader where reader dies and micah just waiting for then to get online again,, i just really live for angst 🙏🙏

Ah I see you’ve caught me at a good time. Angst it is!

10:07pm

MicahYujin: You there?

MicahYujin: Angel?

MicahYujin: Y/N

MicahYujin: ….

MicahYujin: Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.

MicahYujin: Please talk to me.

Micah was concerned. He hadn’t heard from you for almost 3 weeks now. He sent messages everyday without fail. You didn’t even touch your computer anymore (he knew because he hacked your computer to see if there was any activity). Maybe you were out of town and forgot to tell him? But you’ve never forgotten to tell him when you’d be away from your computer for long and you usually would text him. Something was wrong, really wrong but he couldn’t figure out what. At this point there was only one thing he could think to do: go to your house and see for himself.

The plane ride was stressful. All he could do was hope for the plane to go faster so he could see you again. The car ride was stressful. He was stuck in traffic and the driver took two wrong turns. But he thought it’d be worth it to see you. He thought it would.

When had finally got to your house he was surprised to see multiple cars and a moving truck in the driveway. He soon saw a slightly familiar face: your mother. He had never met her but you had shown him photos. She had tears in her eyes as she was carrying a box full of your things out of your home. Your mom saw Micah and recognized him from the screen shots you secretly took of him when you talked.

“Oh, you must be the boy Y/N talked to so much.”

A bitter smile grew on her face.

“They really liked you. Its not often Y/N bring up someone they’re talking to we when we talk… thank you for treating my child with so much love and kindness.”

She began to tear up again as Micah stood there confused.

“What… what happened?”

“They were on their way to the airport. Something about a surprise visit? It was a super early flight but… but apparently there was a drunk driver who was out late and speeding and… and the car hit the taxi and flipped over the car…. And… and-“

Your mother began to sob as Micah stood there in shock. No, no you can’t be gone, not just like that. You were just talking to him a few weeks ago, smiling and laughing and clowning him. You can’t be gone. You just can’t. And a surprise visit? You couldn’t have been going to see him were you? Did you die because of him?

A young man came up behind your mother to console her, sitting her down before going back to Micah. He introduced himself as your cousin. He only confirmed what Micah didn’t want to be true.

“Y/N had been in a coma for two weeks. At first it seemed like they’d wake up after a few days but… they’re condition worsened and by the end of the week the doctors said they were brain dead and weren’t gonna wake up. It took 2 more weeks for Y/N’s mom to finally decide to pull the plug. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… Oh! Wait I recognize you! You were that guy Y/N has a photo of on their dresser! Micah right?”

Your cousin ran off and returned with a battered box, parts of it singed.

“Y/N was apparently holding onto it when the paramedics found them. Apparently they kept saying something about making sure it got to you? They asked us if we knew a Micah but Y/N never gave us your name.”

Micah could do nothing but stare at the box in his arms. Taking a deep breath he opened the box to see a handmade plushie of skrunkly, a sailor moon figurine and a note.

Dear Micah,

As you know I’m not someone thats good at saying my true feelings face to face, so I wrote them down here. You are one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time. I’m always busy so having someone to talk to consistently wasn’t something I had the luxury of. You make me laugh, you make me calm, you make me feel safe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so close to someone in such a short time before. I hope you like the gifts, I made the plushie myself! I know I can never capture the full beauty of skrunkly but I hope you appreciate my efforts. That sailor moon figure was actually hard to find too so you better be happy. I guess it’s just to pay you back for how much you’ve changed my life (and for the cute dinosaur plushie). Thank you for everything.

Love(ew),

Y/N

P.S if you ask about any of the mushy stuff I wrote to my face I can and will deny any of it. I am not past gaslighting.

As he read the note Micah began to laugh before breaking down into tears. He couldn’t help but feel like this was all his fault. If you hadn’t tried to surprise him you would still be here. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention when you asked him what his favorite sailor moon character was. He should’ve noticed when he saw you searching up how to crochet. He should’ve done something, anything. Maybe, he should’ve never started talking to you in the first place. He should’ve just like that little revenge hack be all that it was. You would still be alive if he did. Would he have met such an amazing person? No, but that would have been better than knowing he’s the reason they’re gone now.

Micah helped clean your house out. Your family like him keep the photo of the two of you on his first visit to your house as well as the dinosaur plushie he gave you. They invited him to the funeral but he just couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you laying there, completely lifeless. He just went home promised himself that he’d never get close to anyone like that again. He wouldn’t be able to take losing someone else.

[nocturnalazura]

Did You Know We're In Love? (We Are? We are.)

Todoroki X FemReader

Warnings: Fluff. That's it.

Summary: You and Shoto attend your cousin's wedding and everyone else seems to know something you two don't. WC: 2.2K

“Your cousin’s wedding is on the 15th. Please don’t forget or be late.” Your mom sighs, giving you a serious look.

“Mother, I am in fact a grown up and can get myself places on time.” 

“I’m just making sure, you almost missed your grandparent's anniversary party last year.” 

“That was one time!” 

“And I’d rather not have a repeat of that one time.” 

“Fine, I will make sure I put reminders on my phone, computer, and calendar.” 

“Good, also tell Shoto. He tends to be just a touch more responsible than you when it comes to things like this. Oh, I put you both down for the chicken. I hope that’s ok. Your aunt told me about the fish dish your cousin picked, and it sounds horrendous.” Your mom looks off to the side, talking to someone out of view of her camera. “Your father’s home I have to go. We can’t wait to see the two of you. Send Shoto my love.” 

Before you can question her on how she knew you were bringing Shoto before you had even asked if you had been given a plus one, she hangs up. Maybe you should have figured you had been given a plus one, and maybe you should have known your mom already knew you’d be dragging your best friend along with you. The two of you had always been inseparable, she more than likely just put two and two together. Your cousin probably thought you’d bring him as well, since the last few times she’d seen you he’d been right there with you. 

“You look like your brain’s going to short circuit.” Comes Shoto’s smooth voice.

You jump slightly as he speaks and turn to find him fresh out of the shower. “My mother thinks I’m not capable of showing up to Mayumi’s wedding on time.” 

“She would be correct.” He snorts as he walks into his bedroom, leaving you to trace over the defined muscles of his back. 

“She would not be!” You huff and pull your knees to your chest. “You’re having the chicken by the way.” 

“And who said I was going?” 

“I did, and my mom, apparently. She picked out a meal and put you as my plus one before I even asked either of you.” 

“Wow, you both are just making plans without asking me? What if I work that day?”

“You don’t. It’s the 15th of next month.” 

“Still you made plans without asking.” 

“We both know you’re going so don’t fight it. Plus there’s an open bar if that helps.” 

“It doesn’t help. But you’re right, I will go with you. Can’t leave you alone with your family for too long. Especially when your mom likes me more than you.” 

“I hate that she likes you more.” 

“Well someone has to like me more.” He falls onto the couch next to you. 

“I feel like most people like you more. It’s the quiet thing.” 

“I’m not that quiet.”

“Around other people you are. And the fact that you’re a little dense sometimes is rather endearing to some people.” 

“I am not dense.” 

“Shoto, my best friend of many years, you are extremely dense.” 

“Ok, maybe I’m a little dense sometimes, but I used to be a lot worse when we were younger.” 

“I can agree to that. You have a suit right?”

“Do I have a suit? Do I, the heir to the Todoroki corporation, have a suit?” He says, amusement coating his face. 

“Ok, stupid question.” 

A few weeks later you’re curled up in Shoto’s passenger seat as he drives to the hotel the wedding will be held at. You fix the bow on the almost annoyingly expensive blender you picked out from the registry and hum along to whatever radio station he picked. He looks over and smiles as you adjust the bow one last time. 

“I can feel you staring at me.” You sing.

“The bow looks fine.” 

“I know it does. That’s why I fixed it one last time.” 

Shoto rolls his eyes as he turns into the hotel parking lot and parks. He gives you a ready for this look and turns the car off. Giving you an awkward smile, he gets out of the car and grabs the bags leaving you to carry the present. Holding the present close, you follow behind him, grimacing slightly when you walk in and run into your mom almost immediately. 

“Y/n! Shoto! Good you two got here early.” She happily pulls Shoto into a hug before moving onto you. “Oh and he’s so sweet carrying your bags.” 

“I made sure we left earlier than she planned.” Shoto says with a small smile. 

“He always carries the bags, he thinks I’ll drop them.” 

“You will drop them, we had to go back to the store and buy more eggs last week because you accidentally dropped that bag.” 

“One time! That was one time!” 

“It was one time for the eggs, you’ve dropped other groceries.” 

“You two are so sweet, anyway just tell the front desk you’re here for the wedding, and they’ll get you your key and everything. Dinner's at 6.”

You give your mom an odd look before heading towards the front desk. The receptionist hands over the keys to your room and gives you a bright smile. Offering your own smile you take the keys and head up to the room. Unlocking the door, you happily push it open and walk in, only to pause when you step inside. You look around and turn to look at Shoto, giving him a confused look.

“There’s only one bed.” You state. 

“I can see that. Should we ask for a different room, or maybe a cot or something?” 

“We fall asleep together on the couch all the time, as long as you stay on your side I don’t care if we share.” 

“As long as I stay on my side? That’s rich coming from the one constantly trying to use me as a personal heater.” He teases as he drops the bags off to the side and falls back onto the bed. 

Laughing, you collapse onto the bed next to him. “I can’t help it, you're always so warm.” 

“It runs in the family.” 

“It’s a nice trait.” 

“I suppose.” 

Turning on your side, you offer Shoto a smile and poke his cheek. “I think it’s great.” 

Shoto lets his head fall to the side to give you a soft smile. The two of you stay like that, just enjoying one another's company before the rehearsal dinner rolls around. Over the course of dinner, the two of you find it incredibly odd as your family practically fawns over Shoto and everything about him. Aunts and uncles going on about how happy they are to finally meet him, your grandparents hugging him and telling him how happy they are to see him. It all just feels so odd. Even family members that have met him multiple times seem oddly obsessed with him at the moment. 

“Is it me or has my family gone insane?” You laugh as you follow Shoto back to your room. 

“Definitely not you. I think your grandma is in love with me. Did you see how many times she hugged me?” 

“Oh yeah, it was like she was attached to you. I wonder why they all suddenly love you.” 

Shoto collapses back onto the bed and laughs. “They’ve finally realized out of the two of us that I’m the more likable one?” 

“Wow, rude. You hardly even talk half the time. I’m pretty much the only person you speak to regularly.” 

“You’re my best friend, of course I speak to you regularly.”

“And you’re my best friend. Now enough of this. I am exhausted from all the weird interactions today. I’m showering and going to bed.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll shower in the morning, I’m tired.”

Nodding, you disappear into the bathroom to shower quickly and get ready for bed. Pulling on a pair of soft sleep shorts and oversized shirt you make your way back out to the bedroom to find Shoto already ready for bed. Giving him a smile, you make your way over and climb onto the bed with a groan. Shoto turns to look at you with a small, tired smile. Returning his smile, you curl up under the blankets and fall asleep. 

Morning light creeps in through the cracks in the curtains, slowly lighting the room around you and waking you from a rather peaceful sleep. Lifting your head, you look around confused, only to find yourself curled into Shoto’s side. Feeling you move around Shoto, slowly opens his eyes and looks around before looking over at you and smiling. You match his smile and rest your head back on his chest, enjoying the steady sound of his heartbeat. 

“Morning, told you are the one that never stays on your side.” He grumbles as he stretches out. 

“Actually you’re now in the middle of the bed, so it’s you.” You tease as you push yourself away from him and get up. 

He sits up and gives you a smile before laughing. “Fine, maybe it’s me. I’m going to take a shower. We have to go soon, right?” 

“Sounds good. Yeah, we have a bit. I’m going to start getting ready while you do that.” 

Shoto nods and disappears into the bathroom to shower while you work on getting ready. As you work on your hair, Shoto steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. You watch him move around behind you before refocusing on yourself as he starts to get dressed. 

Hours later the two of you are seated at a table in the reception hall. Family buzzes around, congratulating the newlyweds and catching up with everyone else. You and Shoto happily chat and laugh with your cousins at your table as dinner is served. As you chat one of your cousins nudges you, eyebrows raised as she looks over Shoto. Sighing, you give a nod already knowing that she wants to know if he’s single. A moment later Shoto excuses himself from the table to head to the bar and suddenly your cousins are swarming you, firing questions off as fast as they can manage. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

“How long has it been?” 

“Are you going to get married?” 

“What’s the story?” 

Your head snaps between them as they continue firing more and more questions off until you finally snap. “Stop!” You whisper yell, trying not to steal any attention from the bride and groom. “What are you guys talking about?” 

“What do you mean what are we talking about? You and Shoto. When did you get together? How’d he ask you out? How long has it been?” One cousin finally clarifies, leaving you even more confused. 

“Shoto and I? Wait, what?” 

“Oh come on, we see the way you two look at each other. Just tell us the story already.” 

The way we look at each other? The sentence echoes in your mind for a moment as suddenly the way your family has been acting makes sense. Suddenly your mom telling you to bring him makes sense. They all thought you two were a couple. They all thought you had been a couple for a while now it seems. It would be a lie to say you had never thought about him that way. He always felt like a little more than a friend, something more was always there, but you always assumed it was only on your side. You just assumed it was always only you, but now, now it’s the way the two of you look at each other. Could he? Does he look at you as more than a friend?

Ignoring any further questions you stand and look around for Shoto. Spotting him at the bar, you quickly make your way to him and grab his arm. “Shoto.” 

“Hey, woah, what’s wrong?” 

“Did you know that we’re in love?” 

“We’re, wait what?” 

“Apparently we are in love.” 

He stares at you for a moment before taking a sip of his scotch. “So uh, is this you telling me you’re in love with me or?”

“They think we’re in love. My family. They said they could tell by the way we look at each other.” He stares blankly at you for a moment before taking another sip of his drink. 

“So, we’re in love?” 

“I. . . I think we are?” 

Shoto nods as he thinks. “We are.” 

“You sound so sure.” 

“I am sure. I am very sure I know how I feel about you. It’s always been there.” 

You step closer to him, a soft smile on your face. “It’s always been there. So We’re in love.” 

“We are.” He whispers before leaning down to kiss you softly.

The warm feeling of butterflies swirls around inside of you as you hum into the kiss. For the first time in so long everything feels oddly complete. 

“So now what do we do now?”

“Now we tell everyone we’re in love and have been for a while. We can keep the whole story just for us.” 

“Works for me. Now I want to go show my boyfriend off.” Intertwining your hand with his you lead him back to the table, ready to tell everyone that you are very much in love.