#Rapi x reader

[brinachiii]

If you’re still doing requests, how about how Rapi, Anis, and red hood would react with a new commander s/o who’s normally shy, but as they’re getting an assignment from Syuen and she mocks them (as she does) and they respond by getting between Syuen and the given Nikke and saying “mock me all you want, but talk about her like that again and I’ll kill you, consequences be damned.”

Yes I love this! 😍🥰 we love the protective women!

How the Counters and Red Hood would protect from Syuen abuse

Characters: Rapi, Anis, Neon (I had to include her), and Red Hood

A/n: swearing, gn!commander, headcanons

You had been a commander for the Ark for some time now. However, you weren’t the same as other commanders, you were a bit shy, timid even.

Syuen came barging in to the Outpost Command Center, spouting her normal abusive nonsense.

Rapi:

Would make an underhanded comment (this is canon) while remaining completely calm about it.

She wants to get angry, but Rapi has a really level head and wouldn’t want to cause additional problems for her commander.

After Syuen leaves, probably suggests reporting it to Andersen (or even Ingrid since we all know Ingrid would happy kick the shit out of Syuen)

Would comfort you after if the situation ended up really affecting you.

Anis:

Easily the first to throw hands. Anis is a spitfire against that little brat.

Would start swearing up a storm and threatening to kick her ass, only forgetting that her NIMPH prevents her from hurting humans.

She might actually feel more downcast about it after, feeling as if she couldn’t 100% protect you to the best of her ability. (Please comfort her)

Would try to brush it off and lighten the mood again a few minutes later.

Neon:

One word. Firepower!

I feel like she would actually threaten Syuen. She might not be able to harm a human… but a little firepower still could.

Gets really annoyed and defensive.

Would conduct her Elysion spy duties and report to Ingrid that Syuen is causing trouble.

Headline the next day: “Issues between Elysion and Missilis? Missilis’ CEO charged for harassment?!”

Red Hood:

Very cocky that she can take Syuen in a fight.

If Syuen says anything about you being unable to defend yourself, all hell breaks loose.

Places you behind her, until Syuen disappears.

After Syuen leaves, she’ll also comfort you.

And probably gives really nice cuddles.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

You just did a “girls leave lipstick on S/O” ask, now lets do it the other way!

S/O leaves lipstick on Robin, Jean, and any wildcard of your choice!

(Also, it’s 2024, guys can and should wear lipstick, too, so it’s still gender neutral!)

Leaving lipstick on their girlfriend

Genshin Impact - Jean, Lisa, Lynette, Navia, Chiori Honkai: Star Rail - Firefly Girls' Frontline- WA2000, Helianthus GoV: NIKKE - Rapi, Anis, Neon

Have I ever mentioned how glad I am Tumblr put the image limit from 10 to 30? Anyways, have a truckful of gals because the bug randomly bit me. I also don't write for Robin just yet, but soon!

Jean is completely bright red the moment she feels the lipstick on her cheek, a hand instinctively going to rub it off, but stopping midway because she felt that it'd be rude.

(Jean) "A-Ah! Sorry, it's not that I don't like the kiss, S/O, it's just...Well, the knights might talk if they see something like this on me!"

(S/O) "Aw, worried that people know I love you, Jeanie?"

(Jean) "Of course not! B-But...!"

She grows increasingly flustered watching S/O's reaction, hands fidgeting as her eyes stare at everything except her lover.

The absolute last thing she needed was for Lisa or Kaeya to see her like this.

Because then she'd never be able to live this down.

Lisa chuckles when she notices the lipstick on her cheek, seeing it from the reflection of the library's window.

She can't help the slight blush from the sight, instead she just turns to S/O with a little smirk.

(Lisa) "Oh? Someone's getting jealous."

(S/O) "Jealous how?"

(Lisa) "By letting people know I'm yours, if this lipstick is anything to go by! Here, let me make it a little more fair.~"

And Lisa promptly kisses S/O, leaving a little smudge of her own against their forehead.

(Lisa) "There, now we're even!"

She doesn't flinch or even bat an eye when people stare at the mark left on her.

Lynette's ears twitch a little bit in annoyance at the feeling of something foreign against her lips.

To which she quickly pulls out a small pocket mirror to check what it was.

Then after a brief moment of silence, turning to S/O.

(Lynette) "...S/O."

(S/O) "Hm?"

(Lynette) "Is this a joke?"

(S/O) "My love is never a joke, dear Lynette!"

She blinks once slowly, with an unamused expression growing flatter by the second.

(Lynette) "If you're going to kiss me, please don't make it to where people will notice."

(S/O) "Hah! Alright alright, sorry. Couldn't resist."

Though the next time S/O would try it, they would magically have it on themselves instead, while Lynette had not even a smidge of lipstick on her.

Navia wears the lipstick with a badge of honor!

Who cares that people will see it? In fact, that's actually even better!

They needed to know that she was taken!

Plus, she did it ALL the time to S/O, so it was only fair!

(Navia) "S/O! I'm home!"

(S/O) "...D-Did you fight with the lipstick on you?"

(Navia) "Huh? What makes you say-"

(S/O) "There's a little gunpowder on your cheek too..."

(Navia) "Well, you know what they say! Love blooms on a battlefield!"

(S/O) "Isn't that...uncomfortable?"

(Navia) "It...is a little sticky now that you mention it."

Chiori raises an eyebrow when she sees S/O's lips all bright and colorful.

Before they go in fully for the kiss, one finger quickly shoots up to intervene, getting it all smudged instead of her face.

(Chiori) "What do you think you're doing?"

(S/O) "Giving my lovely girlfriend a kiss!~-"

(Chiori) "You're giving me a stain is what you're doing."

Wiping her finger off on a nearby towel, Chiori puts one hand to her waist.

(Chiori) "I don't mind the smooches, but I'd prefer to not get dirty from it."

(S/O) "Oh, I'm hurt!-"

(Chiori) "Sure you are. Here, so you don't whine-"

Chiori wipes off S/O's lipstick with her thumb before kissing them, pulling away after a brief moment.

(Chiori) "All better? Good, now I need to work."

Firefly lets out an adorable squeak when she rubs her cheek and feels the stain smudge, her face turning scarlet.

(Firefly) "S-S/O! Is there something on my face!?"

(S/O) "Hm...Just a little."

(Firefly) "Can you get it off please? I don't want people to stare!"

(S/O) "Sure thing, stand still for a second-"

She leans in with no hesitation, before S/O surprised her again kissing her on the lips, making Firefly pull back with a hand going over her mouth.

And which her surprise quickly turned into a pout, with Firefly calling out their name in a slight whine.

(Firefly) "S/O! You know that's not what I meant!"

Her annoyance however quickly turns into laughter, hearing S/O's own and making the tension in her shoulder melt away in an instant.

WA gasps, with S/O watching in real time as she went through all stages of grief.

Only to be caught in the "Anger" stage swiftly, and indefinitely.

(WA2000) "YOU BLOCKHEAD! What did you do?!"

(S/O) "J-Just left a little love mark on you, WA!"

(WA2000) "Little?! Your lipstick is taking up half my face! You better get it off right this instant!"

Though she was doing a terrible job of trying to sound intimidating with her face still so bright red.

Especially with her voice cracking at her squawks, and brow twitching at S/O's amusement.

(S/O) "Should I camouflage you in lipstick instead?-"

(WA2000) "Should I shoot you instead, S/O?! D-DON'T YOU EVEN DARE-"

S/O leaned in to kiss her again, making WA swear vehemently in German, yet still begrudgingly accepted their affection.

Solely because no other T-Doll was present to watch their shenanigans.

If S/O tried the same thing in front of the Commander, S/O would get shot.

Helian's eyes widen as her monocle falls out of alignment, realizing just what S/O did.

Making her hand audibly smack the table underneath her, turning to her lover.

(Helianthus) "S/O!"

(S/O) "Yes, Helian?~"

(Helianthus) "Don't act innocent with me! You know exactly what you did!"

(S/O) "I'm not so sure. What did I-"

(Helianthus) "T-The lipstick!"

Her stutter sealed her fate. Alongside her face quickly heating up.

(Helianthus) "Were you hoping the other Griffin Personnel would see this?!"

(S/O) "...Would you hurt me if I said yes?-"

And with that, S/O sealed their own fate as Helian dumped a metric ton of paperwork in front of S/O, requiring them to finish it by tonight.

And it was already 9:30 PM.

Rapi knew immediately that there was a foreign sensation on her face.

She also knew exactly what it was when S/O pulled away, making her frown.

Though S/O was immune to it by now, and looked more cute than intimidating.

(Rapi) "S/O..."

(S/O) "Rapi..."

They echoed back, mimicking her serious tone before immediately breaking character and chuckling.

S/O's laughter was something Rapi was not immune to however, as a soft smile accompanied her sigh.

(Rapi) "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but I'd rather not deal with Anis's comments, S/O."

(S/O) "Okay okay, Rapi. One second."

Rapi leaned into S/O's touch as they gently rubbed the lipstick off. She was honestly a little reluctant to, but she had to keep up appearances around the Outpost.

And the last thing she wanted was the Commander seeing the lipstick on her and thinking she was...doing something else on duty.

Anis made an audible "Blech!" noise the moment her hand smeared the lipstick on her cheek.

(Anis) "Yuck! Why the heck did you put that much on?!"

(S/O) "To show you my love, Anis!"

(Anis) "IT'S MAKING ME CRINGE, COMMANDER-"

Anis rolled her eyes as she aggressively rubbed her hand against her face, accidentally making it worse.

(Anis) "Ugh, I swear you did this on purpose!"

(S/O) "Hah! Well, honestly I just wanted to see your reaction, but this is better than I expected!"

With a puff of air shifting the bang on her forehead, her lips moved downward into a more annoyed expression.

And quickly noting S/O's clearly amused smirk.

S/O scoffed at the threat.

(S/O) "Going to shoot me?"

(Anis) "No. I'm going to make you wish I did."

Anis pulls out her phone and sends a DM to one her fellow NIKKE's.

[ANIS] Belorta. I have a mission for you.

One day later, both Belorta and Anis were inside the Commander's office, explaining why S/O was currently stuck to the ceiling, caused by a freak explosion involving a can of soda, and a NIKKE-Sized bag of Mentos.

Neon raises an eyebrow at the feeling on her cheek. It was kinda...icky!

(Neon) "The heck did you put on me, S/O?"

(S/O) "Lipstick!"

(Neon) "...Oooh! I think I know what you're trying to do! YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME MORE POWERFUL, WITH YOUR LOVE!"

S/O didn't really know how to respond to that. They were about to make that joke themselves, but they had a creeping feeling that Neon didn't take that as a joke.

Not the reaction S/O was expecting...Then again, this was Neon they were talking about-

(Neon) "I will show the world our strength! Come along with me to the firing range!"

Neon happily dragged S/O around by the hand, eager to show her newfound strength!

Even though S/O meant to tease Neon, it was now them who was in utter despair from their prank.

And she did obliterate more targets than usual, but that was probably because Neon had a placebo effect.

Or maybe it was actually her love being the enhancing factor.

Either way, S/O wouldn't be able to live this down for the next few months around the outpost.

[in1-nutshell]

In a nutshell seeing as it was implied that tfa Ultra Magnus hadn't really been a good (affectionate) father to Rapidfire in tfa. So how do the Decepticons react/feel that? (And how long has Ultra Magnus not been the best dad to Rapidfire fire)

Ina nutshell...

Having an entire planet to rule over does mean that hugs and quality time are very limited.

Rapidfire quickly got used to being alone and having the bare minimum emotional servo on shoulder.

So when Ophelia gives her first hug, it's makes the larger bot go stiff.

The others soon catch on to it.

Silver, having gone a while touch starved herself, instructs the others to start small with the touches,so Rapidfire doesn't get overwhelmed.

Strange enough, it was Starscream and Silver who made sure that everyone, including Megatron where not overdoing or under doing it.

[atriza]

Happy Birthday

Yandere Jungwon x Reader

Summary: Jungwon’s birthday takes a dark turn when his bandmates, aware of his obsession with the reader, gift him something or rather, someone, he’s been longing for

Word Count: 3,320 words

⚠ TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, possessiveness, obsession, emotional manipulation, non-consensual restraint. Read with caution.

The Enhypen dorm was unusually quiet that night.

No music playing. No sounds of video games. No laughter or bickering filling the air.

It was an eerie kind of silence—one that carried an almost suffocating anticipation.

Jungwon sat on the couch in the dimly lit living room, his leg bouncing slightly as he glanced at the clock. The air was thick with suspense, but he remained patient, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee. He had learned that good things come to those who wait.

And he knew that tonight would be worth it.

Heeseung, their oldest, stood near the door, arms crossed, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Sunghoon and Jay whispered amongst themselves, their eyes flickering toward Jungwon every so often. Sunoo and Jake exchanged grins, while Ni-ki, the youngest, was practically vibrating with excitement.

They had been planning this for weeks.

Jungwon knew something was coming. His members had been teasing him about it constantly, making cryptic comments, dropping hints.

“You’re gonna love your present, hyung,” Ni-ki had grinned just the other day. “It’s something really, really special.”

“Or rather… someone,” Jay had added with a knowing smirk.

Jungwon had merely smiled in response, a part of him already suspecting what they meant.

You.

You had occupied his thoughts for so long. He had always been good at hiding things—being the second youngest in the group meant he had to be clever, subtle. The others underestimated just how deep his obsession ran.

But they knew.

They had seen the way he spoke about you, the way he lingered when you were mentioned, the way his normally composed expression softened whenever you were near.

And tonight, they had decided to give him the one thing he truly wanted.

A rustling sound came from the hallway. Heavy footsteps. The sound of a struggle. A muffled whimper.

Jungwon’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening into a fist.

The door creaked open, and Heeseung and Jay stepped inside, dragging something—someone—behind them.

His heart nearly stopped.

It was you.

Wrists bound with soft, silky restraints. A black blindfold covering your frightened eyes. Your clothes slightly wrinkled, your body trembling.

You were scared. Confused. Helpless.

And it was perfect.

The others watched Jungwon’s reaction closely. Sunghoon nudged Ni-ki, and the youngest barely held back his laughter.

“Happy birthday, hyung,” Ni-ki grinned, stepping forward and giving Jungwon a pat on the back.

Jungwon’s lips parted slightly, his eyes never leaving you.

Slowly, he stood up, his movements precise and calculated. He approached your trembling form, crouching slightly so that he was at eye level—even if you couldn’t see him yet.

Your breathing was erratic, your body tense. He could feel the fear radiating from you.

Gently, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched.

His smile widened.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “There’s no need to be scared, love.”

You let out a muffled noise of protest, shaking your head, but Jungwon only sighed, tilting his head in amusement.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmured. “My members worked so hard to bring you to me. It would be rude to refuse such a thoughtful gift, don’t you think?”

Tears pricked at your eyes beneath the blindfold, and your breaths came out in short, panicked gasps.

Heeseung chuckled. “I told you he’d like it.”

Sunoo leaned against the wall, smirking. “Like it? He looks like he’s in love.”

Jungwon ignored them. His focus was entirely on you.

He reached behind your head, his fingers carefully undoing the knot of your blindfold. The fabric slipped away, and you blinked rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the dim light.

The first thing you saw was him.

Jungwon’s dark brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with something unreadable—something intense. His grip on your chin was gentle but firm, keeping you from looking away.

“You look even more beautiful up close,” he murmured.

Your eyes darted around frantically, taking in the situation. The other boys stood around, watching with amusement, none of them making any move to help you.

Panic surged through you.

“Please,” you croaked, your voice shaking. “Let me go.”

Jungwon’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, his smile grew softer.

“Let you go?” He echoed, tilting his head. “Oh, sweetheart… I don’t think you understand.”

His hand trailed down, fingers grazing over your bound wrists before he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You’re mine now.”

Your body stiffened.

The room erupted into laughter.

“Aish, he’s already acting like a lovesick puppy,” Sunghoon teased. “We really did the right thing, huh?”

Jake snorted. “Of course we did. Jungwon never asks for anything. It was only fair we gave him what he really wanted.”

Jungwon hummed in agreement, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You shuddered.

“You should be grateful,” Heeseung mused. “Not many people get to be loved this much.”

You swallowed hard, trying to pull away, but Jungwon tightened his grip.

His gaze darkened.

“Ah ah,” he chided. “Don’t fight it, love. You’ll only make things harder for yourself.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and for a brief moment, you saw something shift in his eyes—something softer, more affectionate.

He reached out, cupping your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Please—”

Jungwon sighed, then glanced at the others. “Could you guys give us a moment?”

His members exchanged glances before smirking knowingly.

“Don’t do anything too crazy,” Sunoo teased before leading the others out of the room, leaving you alone with Jungwon.

As soon as the door shut, the air grew heavier.

Jungwon exhaled softly, his hands sliding to rest on your shoulders.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he whispered. “This is for the best. We are for the best.”

Your body trembled.

“You belong to me now, (Y/N).”

His smile was warm, but his grip was unyielding.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Your breath hitched.

Because, somehow, you knew—

There was no way out.

The room felt suffocating now that you were alone with him. Jungwon’s presence loomed over you, heavy with unspoken words and promises that left a knot of dread in your stomach. He hadn’t moved, but his eyes never left you—studying you, like a predator eyeing its prey.

You tried to pull your hands free from his grip again, but it was useless. His hold on you was too firm, too strong, as if he already knew you might try to escape.

“You won’t get away,” he murmured softly, his voice almost affectionate. “I told you before… you’re mine now.”

The way he said it—so calm, so matter-of-fact—made your blood run cold.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes again. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want him to be so close.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Let me go. I’ll do anything—just please…”

Jungwon’s fingers brushed across your cheek, wiping away the stray tear that had slipped down. His thumb lingered there for a moment longer than necessary, a slight smile on his lips.

“You really think I’ll let you go?” His voice was laced with something darker now. “I told you, I’ve waited so long for this. I’m not going to let you leave.”

His grip tightened just a fraction, making it clear that your attempt to escape was futile. There was no hope for you now.

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. Maybe if you played along, you thought, he’ll loosen up a bit. If I act like I’m okay with it, maybe he’ll stop this.

“I… I won’t try to run away,” you said softly, forcing the words out through the lump in your throat. “I just… I just need a little time.”

Jungwon’s smile widened, but his eyes remained cold.

“Time?” he repeated, as if savoring the word. “Oh, you’ll have all the time in the world, sweetheart. But you don’t need time to understand. You already know, don’t you?”

You shook your head, heart hammering in your chest.

Jungwon’s hand shifted to the back of your neck, gently tilting your head up so you were forced to look at him. His thumb grazed the edge of your jaw, then slid down to your throat, resting lightly there, like a silent reminder of his power.

“Everything you need is right here,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “You don’t need anyone else.”

You flinched, but it didn’t seem to phase him. If anything, it only made him smile more.

“You can’t understand now,” he continued, his voice low and almost tender, “but one day you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

The door clicked open again, and your heart skipped a beat, hoping—praying—that someone would come to rescue you. But instead, it was Heeseung, followed by Jay and Sunghoon. They stood at the doorway, observing with unreadable expressions.

Jungwon didn’t even look at them. He didn’t need to.

“You’re doing great, hyung,” Heeseung said with a nod, a trace of amusement in his voice. “She’s already starting to understand, huh?”

Jungwon’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he responded, his voice just above a whisper. “She’ll get there. I’m patient.”

You felt your stomach twist. What did he mean by that?

“Let’s leave them alone for a bit,” Jay added with a playful grin, his tone light, but his eyes betraying something else—something dark. “It’s his birthday, after all.”

They left without another word, and once again, you were left alone with Jungwon.

But this time, his demeanor shifted. His fingers, which had been gently caressing your skin moments before, now gripped your shoulders more firmly. He pulled you closer until your chest was almost pressed against his. You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady, but there was an edge to it now—something that made your body stiffen.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just trust me, (Y/N). I know what’s best for you.”

Your heart hammered, panic rising in your chest. He was too close. His scent was overpowering, and the space between you felt like it was closing in.

“I’ll make you happy,” he promised, his voice soft but full of determination. “Just let me take care of you. You’ll see, you’ll want this.”

Your chest tightened, and you pushed against him instinctively. No, you thought desperately. This isn’t right. This can’t be right.

Jungwon’s hand tightened on your wrist. “Please,” he whispered, his voice now strained. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to be happy, to be mine… forever.”

You stared up at him, your mind racing. You wanted to scream, to fight, but the fear that gripped you was paralyzing. His eyes—those dark, intense eyes—held a kind of unwavering certainty.

This was his world. And in this world, you belonged to him.

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against your forehead. “We’ll be perfect together. I promise you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You weren’t sure whether it was the weight of his promises, or the desperation in your heart that made it so hard to breathe.

You were trapped. There was no escape.

The atmosphere was heavy with the silence that stretched between the two of you. Jungwon’s hands remained on you, his grip gentle but firm, as if he were trying to reassure you that you were safe in his arms, even if everything else in your mind screamed the opposite.

He tilted your head up gently, his gaze softening just a little. “You haven’t wished me happy birthday yet, (Y/N),” he said, his voice calm but filled with an almost childlike expectation.

You froze. Wishing him happy birthday? The thought felt foreign on your tongue, considering everything that had happened. But his eyes… those eyes, filled with that unnerving intensity, made you hesitate.

“I… I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. The words felt so unnatural, but you could tell this meant something to him. You couldn’t explain why, but something told you that this one small act would change everything. It was a strange thing to hope for—your wish to make him happy.

“Happy… happy birthday, Jungwon,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across his face, and it was different from the possessive, dark smiles he’d given you earlier. This one was soft, almost affectionate, and it made something inside you tighten. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he looked at you made you feel, for just a fleeting moment, like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t entirely trapped.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice tender now. His hands gently cupped your face, and for a moment, you saw him as he truly was—a boy who had longed for attention, affection, and perhaps love, but in his own twisted, broken way. “You don’t know how much that means to me.” His words were sincere, almost vulnerable.

You nodded quietly, unsure of what to say or do. The shift in his demeanor confused you. The same boy who had locked you in this room, held you captive with his gaze and his promises, was now the one who looked… almost content. For a moment, he wasn’t the obsessive, possessive Jungwon. He was just… Jungwon.

“I’ve waited so long for this day,” he continued, his voice low and almost dreamy, as if lost in thought. “And now that you’re here with me, I feel complete.”

The words should have scared you, but something about the way he spoke them softened the overwhelming fear that had been gripping your chest. Perhaps it was the gentleness in his touch or the way his voice trailed off, like he was savoring the moment. For a brief second, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Then, without warning, he pulled you into an embrace, and though it was still possessive, there was a warmth to it now—almost like a comfort you hadn’t expected.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Jungwon whispered against your ear, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “And I don’t want you to be alone, either. You’re mine now, and that means I’ll always be here… for you.” His voice was filled with a strange mix of desperation and affection.

You stiffened at his words, unsure of how to react, but you didn’t fight it. Something about his rawness, his vulnerability, made you hesitate. His words were laced with a twisted form of love, but there was also a subtle pleading in his tone—something almost human, as if he wanted you to see him as more than the person he had forced you to be around.

“I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he added softly, his voice thick with promise. “Not ever.”

As he pulled away slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, the flicker of emotion behind them made your heart ache. He was a boy who had been broken by the world, who didn’t know how to love without clinging to obsession, without being consumed by it. He was twisted, yes, but there was something human in him too.

He smiled again, a real smile, as if he finally felt the warmth of your presence. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received, (Y/N). Thank you for making my birthday so perfect.”

The words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. And despite everything—despite the fear that had once gripped you—you couldn’t help but feel a reluctant acknowledgment. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t completely lost in this situation. Maybe there was a part of you that had the power to change how this would all unfold.

For now, you decided to hold onto that thought, as faint and fragile as it seemed. Because, at the very least, you knew that your choice to wish him happy birthday had made a difference.

And maybe, just maybe, there was a way to understand each other after all.

[barcaracing]

you’re wearing his kit pt. 2 | pg8

summary: pedri and y/n go public with their relationship and it doesn't take long before the media digs up her past with another barcelona player whose name happens to be on the back of her kit in one photo

pairing: pedri x reader ft. platonic!gavi

warnings: angst, fluff, language

a:n: here’s part two to you’re wearing his kit! it's been sitting in my drafts for FAR too long bc i couldn't figure out the ending, but i’m so excited to see what u think. it’s a lot. in every way. 6k words from my family to yours. enjoy!!

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"You're not Aurora," you say, frowning. The person on the other side of the threshold gives a small smile. He inclines his head a little as if he was caught in the act and stares at you almost shyly through his lashes.

"Sorry to disappoint. Some people say we have the same nose if that's any consolation."

You lean against the door frame and arch an eyebrow. "You do not have the same nose."

He tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and shrugs. "I don’t see it either but it’s what they say."

"Well, if that’s what they say," you drawl and cross your arms in front of your chest. You both fall silent, glancing around awkwardly as you wait for the other person to speak first. To no one’s surprise, it ends up being you.

"Pablo?"

He meets your gaze with a questioning look.

"What are you doing here?"

He fiddles with his sleeves and shifts his weight from one leg to the other, practically squirming.

"And where's your sister?" You glance behind him. "She said she would pick me up at noon. It’s 12:30 and you’re obviously not her."

"No," he says, "but the nose—"

"Gavi."

He loosens a breath. "I wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t return any of my calls or texts. You even ignored the spam mails I sent you." He narrows his eyes accusingly. "I expected better from my mystery lover."

You make a face. "Mystery lover?"

"One of the nicknames the press calls you." He grins. "I also like Gavi's Kitmate and Number-Swapping Seductress. But my favourite is the Jersey Juggler. It's hilarious."

"It's mortifying," you say, sounding as exasperated as you feel.

Grimacing, you push yourself off the door frame and consider the brown-haired boy before you. He keeps fidgeting and it’s starting to make you feel nervous as well. You sigh. “Fine,” you say, nudging the door open with your foot. "Come in."

Gavi's eyebrows shoot up. He’s quick to enter your flat without question, kicking off his shoes and tailing you into the kitchen where he heads straight for the fridge.

"I'm glad you let me in." He scans the content and picks up a container with leftovers to smell it. "Your neighbours probably thought I was harassing you." He puts the lid back on with a grimace and rummages through the rest of your food.

"You were harassing me," you say, hopping onto the kitchen counter next to the fridge. You watch him pop a grape into his mouth before taking out the entire bowl and two water bottles. He places one of them next to your legs, which are propped on the kitchen island, then sits on it and opens the other bottle to take a sip.

"So," Gavi says, balancing the bowl of grapes on his legs as he settles his feet beside you on the counter. "How have you been?"

Your head falls back against the cupboard and you stare up at the ceiling. "I was looking forward to seeing Aurora again. We wanted to grab some food before our flight later, but you know how that worked out."

Gavi hums. "You know, it still weirds me out that you're friends with my sister when I knew you first."

Your lips twitch. "You're aware we can have other friends besides each other, right?"

"Have some faith." He snorts. "I’m fully aware that you're dating my best friend and teammate."

His eyes widen.

He clamps his mouth into a thin line and shifts awkwardly. "Sorry," he mutters. "I wanted to ease into that a lot smoother but, er, yeah. I don’t think it worked."

"It's fine," you say half-heartedly, choosing to ignore how your chest rapidly fills with anxiety. "I appreciate the effort."

"How have you been dealing with that?" He twists the bottle between his palms, looking at you carefully. You really do appreciate how he powers through this. Gavi has never been much of a talker. If it was up to him, he would rather just give you a hug and offer you gum.

Still, you can't bring yourself to meet his effort with an answer, so you raise your shoulder in a weak shrug. There's not much that comes to mind. These past few days have bled into each other until all you can recall are tear-stained pillows and stuffing almost everything you own into a box in your closet because they remind you of Pedri.

"I haven't really dealt with it, I guess."

"You haven't?" Gavi looks surprised.

"No." You frown, staring at your socks. "I don't even know what’s left to deal with."

You hate how fragile you sound. You especially hate how every word holds some truth that you’ve been avoiding with every fibre in your body. The uncertainty is crushing you. There is no more of the anger and frustration that gripped each nerve of yours after you had left Pedri's flat.

It only flared up again when you saw the video of him accepting the girl's number. For days, all you could see was red. You felt betrayed and hurt. God, so hurt. You haven't let yourself truly think about it because the moment you do, it will turn into grief and that's the last thing you want.

You know grief is just love that no longer has a place to go, but you don’t want to carry that with you. You won't mourn anything yet. Not before someone calls an end to this relationship. That's the least Pedri can do.

"I don't know what happened between you, but I can piece it together seeing how he hasn't talked to me in days. Hasn't talked much to anyone during practice, to be honest. He also keeps losing every rondo." He scratches his jaw in deep thought. "I didn't even know that was possible for a midfielder. He also looks like shit if that makes you feel any better."

It doesn't, you think miserably to yourself. You shake your head. "I’d hate for him to play badly because of me. I still want Spain to win tomorrow, you know.” You knock your legs into his with a small smile. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be in Málaga?”

Gavi bumps his legs into yours as well. “Ansu’s covering for me. They probably think I’m in my hotel room, resting like a saint.”

“You’re insane,” you say because he is. “Aurora knows?”

The corner of his mouth tugs up. “Knows that I’m insane? Hopefully. I’ve got it from her.” You roll your eyes and stretch out your hand, asking for some grapes. He dumps a few in your palm. “She knows I’m here, yes. I’m actually here to pick you up for your flight. She’s already in Málaga.”

“What?” The grape nearly falls out of your mouth. “Why?”

Gavi shrugs. “Didn’t say, but she probably knew that you needed someone to talk to and that it should probably be me.”

“That’s betrayal,” you say, completely fond of her.

He hums. “She also wanted to make sure that you still come to the match and she knew you could never say no to me.”

“That’s not true,” you sputter, although it is, sadly, very true.

Gavi knows that as well, so he just grins like the idiot he is. His smile lingers and for a moment, you’re just looking at each other.

Beach strolls in the winter and kicking a ball around on a random pitch at midnight come to mind when you look at the familiar brown of his eyes. You’re grateful to have a friend like him. His presence is comforting. But it doesn’t take long for the air to grow thick. His gaze drifts to his lap.

“Remind me again why we were never together,” he says jokingly, but his voice is gentle and earnest and it doesn’t quite feel like he’s teasing.

You let the last grape roll around in your palm as you think about his question. “We went on one date and it was the most awful thing that ever happened to us.”

“Right.” Gavi chuckles, delighted by the memory of you two sitting in a stuffy restaurant, talking about things that you already knew about each other.

You laugh softly. “We were awkward, bored, and sick of each other after 10 minutes. At some point, I considered climbing out the window while you ripped every napkin they gave you to shreds because you couldn’t stop fidgeting. So we just promised to stay friends. Very wise decision.”

“Wise beyond our years,” Gavi agrees. “No offence, but I nearly puked that night from how wrong it felt to be on a date with you. If I learned anything, it’s that some people are just meant to be friends.”

You nod, smiling easily. “At least we got that part down.”

He winks and offers you another handful of grapes. “We make a good pair. Completely platonic pair.”

You hum supportively and pick at your grapes. You sit in comfortable silence as you eat. Then he clears his throat and you find him already looking at you.

“It is, right?” He asks carefully, adjusting the bowl in his lap. “Completely platonic, I mean.”

You blink at him. “Are you joking?”

“I–“ He clears his throat again. “I’m just wondering.”

“Oh my God, Gavi.” You stare at him in disbelief before aiming a grape at his face. He swats it away. Couldn’t even have the decency to let it hit him.

“Of course, it’s completely platonic! I haven’t felt anything for you since that cursed day.” He nods to himself and exhales in relief, prompting you to narrow your eyes. “Except maybe disgust and intense dislike like right now. I can’t believe you asked me that when I have a boyfriend.”

“Sorry, I was just—” He holds up his hands when you chuck another grape at him. It bounces off his chest. “I just needed to make sure we’re on the same page here because someone clearly thinks we aren’t. Again, I have no idea what happened. I’m just here to feed you and get you on a plane.”

"Not doing the best job, are you?" You hold up the grapes and fix him with a look.

“We'll get something to eat on our way there.” He shrugs and sets the bowl aside, running a hand through his hair multiple times, obviously wanting to say more. Gavi’s eyes drift to the ceiling. He closes them with an exhale.

"I just need to know that you weren't fighting because of me. I really did like you for some time, Y/N, and I know it was reciprocated, but that was a long time ago and before we realised we'd never be anything more than friends. When Pedri asked you to be his girlfriend, I saw how happy he made you and I just knew no one would ever come between you. I'd really, really hate for that person to be me.”

You gawk at him. This is the most honest and rambly you have ever heard him, and you can't put into words how much that means to you. But you won't even have to do that because the great thing about Pablo Páez Gavira is that you don't need words to talk.

All you have to do is slide down the counter and sit beside him on the kitchen island. You lay your head on his shoulder and feel him wrap an arm around you, squeezing once before letting go.

"It wasn't your fault," you say quietly into the room, prompting Gavi to glance at you. "You did nothing wrong. Pedri just...there are some things we need to talk about, but we'll be fine, I think." You cringe inwardly at how unsure you sound. Gavi arches his brows in a way that tells you he heard it too.

He knocks his shoulder into yours and cracks a smile. "Very convincing. Now tell me what happened because I can't think of any more ways to make you understand that I don't know—"

"What happened. Got it," you say, rolling your eyes playfully. It wasn't your intention to keep this from Gavi. It's just that you haven't told anyone anything yet. In retrospect, you haven't really spoken much at all these past few days. So when you do, it feels relieving. The words simply tumble out of your mouth without any order or purpose, and you let them carry you through the events that took place almost two weeks ago.

How Pedri posted a beach selfie of you grinning into the camera with him sitting behind, arms wrapped around you and pressing a kiss into your shoulder. How he tagged you in the photo and threw his phone across the room in a panic only to walk back over to delete the app and turn off all notifications before pulling you close by the waist, spinning around the room, laughing. How liberating, nerve-wracking, and terrifying it felt to have the world know of something so precious and lovely and only meant for you two.

You don't realise you've been smiling the entire time until your face gradually drops and you start talking about the moment where everything went wrong.

How you wanted to scream and rip your hair out when Pedri and Fer looked at you like you were a stranger, but you still had no clue what had happened. How you felt betrayed and hurt that your own boyfriend didn't trust you and never gave you the chance to explain, making you feel helpless because you saw how hurt he was, but there was nothing you could do except let him try to inflict the same pain by flinging words at you that still clawed holes into your chest.

By the time you're done, Gavi is visibly simmering and you have to call his name twice before he snaps out of it.

"I’ll talk to him," he promises, his voice unusually hard.

"Okay?" You say, taken aback. "And what are you going to say?”

-✩-

"You're a dickhead, you know that?" Gavi slams the door behind him. He locks it, then strides into the dressing room, stopping a few steps away from Pedri who's sitting on a bench and taking off his cleats, barely reacting to his teammate's entrance.

"Still not talking to me." Gavi huffs, throwing his hands in the air. "Of course, you aren't. And here I thought I got lucky after you knocked me over right in front of Xavi. A real gem you are, by the way."

Pedri keeps his gaze on his shoes as he unties them—or rather yanks on the laces with a lot more force than necessary. Gavi watches him manhandle his footwear a moment longer before his patience runs thin. He snatches the shoe from his hand and casts it aside.

Pedri's head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at him, then turns around to toss the other shoe into his locker. While going through his stuff, he shakes his head and mutters, "Unbelievable."

Gavi glares at the back of his head. He's got to be kidding. One word. That's all he gets after nearly two weeks of silence. One word mumbled under his breath. Oh, he really is a dickhead.

"What is?" Gavi snaps, sounding as irritated as he feels. "Just fucking talk to me. I'm so sick of—"

"You ran into me five times today!" Pedri cuts him off, spinning around. "Five times in a 40 min practice session. You know that’s insane, right?”

Gavi halts.

He didn't really expect to get a response. But now that he got one, he realises that he'll just have to do anything to keep him talking. Easy enough.

He shrugs. "So what?"

Pedri blinks violently. "What do you mean so what? You just kept barreling into me like a mad person. Jordi wouldn’t even leave my side anymore after you tackled me to the ground."

Gavi coughs to conceal his laughter. Perhaps he did overdo it. He waves him off. "It's football."

Pedri stares at him in disbelief. "You shoved me over during recovery."

"Yes, well." He shrugs again. "Serves you right."

Pedri gapes at him. Then, he rolls his eyes and goes back to looking for something. "I don't have time for this."

Gavi swears his eye twitches. If there's anything that pisses him off more than being ignored, it's being dismissed. Especially by a teammate and friend. Apparently, he'll just have to drop right into it.

"We need to talk," he says firmly. Pedri simply takes off his training kit and puts on a fresh shirt, apparently back to ignoring Gavi who is close to strangling him. "Why haven't you apologised to Y/N yet?" He continues, and that seems to get Pedri's attention.

He stops, hand hovering at his locker. Gavi can practically see his brain short-circuit as his shoulders grow rigid with tension.

"What?" Pedri asks, gaze fixed on the locker door.

"You were an asshole to her and I refuse to believe you don't know that," he says, eyeing Pedri as he winces and stares down at his feet. At least he’s reacting to it. Gavi loosens a breath and takes a step forward. "I know you and I know her—"

"Seems like it," Pedri mumbles before shutting his locker.

"Look," Gavi says, treading carefully, "she told me what happened and it's shitty of you not to believe her, but I swear that nothing ever happened between us. We’ve always just been friends and you know that. Those pictures are old and she's only wearing my kit in them because I gave it to her, but—"

"You gave it to her?" Pedri looks up with a frown.

Something about his demeanour shifts. Gavi isn’t sure why but he gets the distinct feeling that whatever is approaching is important to him. It's huge. He's just missing some information on what it is. Pedri continues, "So she didn't buy it. That's your actual kit that you gave her and she wore?"

"Well," Gavi scratches his cheek, still failing to see the point. "Yeah? I don't understand—"

"You told me once that you'd only give your kit to the girl who would be it for you," Pedri says, his voice growing quiet as the room falls silent.

Gavi stiffens. There it is.

"You thought it'd bring bad luck if you didn't give it to the person you know you’d want to see wearing it for the rest of your life.” Pedri’s gaze is hazy as he’s recounting the memory. “You said it to me last year.”

Gavi stares at him, feeling stupid for not having seen it coming. It's ridiculous how he got blindsided. His mind is loud—a stark contrast to the deafening silence. It rings in his ears. All it takes is one look at his face before Pedri drops to the bench with his head in his hands. "So it's true."

"Pedri."

"I know I messed up, okay?" He runs his hands over his face and through his hair. "I know it. The way she looked at me broke my fucking heart, and it's been killing me that I did that to her."

Gavi decides to take a hesitant step forward. Every conversation he's had today didn't go as planned, so he's not certain about anything anymore. Less than he usually is with words, anyway. But something tells him that his best friend is about to spill his guts. He wants to be there for him. So he sits beside him and waits.

"I tried to call her," Pedri goes on quietly, eyes still fixed on the ground. "But it was only once and she didn’t pick up. And even if she did, I still have no clue what to tell her. I mean—I believe her. Of course, I do. I would trust her with my life, but I'm just…" Pedri bites his lip, brows knitted.

He sighs. "It hurts. It fucking hurts to see her wear your name and number, not caring that everyone can see it. But when I asked her if she wanted to wear my kit to a game, she said no. Every time. She gave her reasons, and I understand and respect them; told her it was fine, but what you said just kept repeating in my head and I thought, here I've found the person I want to see wearing my kit for the rest of my life and she doesn't want it." He looks away and swallows.

Gavi's heart breaks for him.

"She wanted yours. And now I find out you wanted her to have it as well." Pedri shakes his head. He finally looks up and meets his gaze. "Well, fuck, I want her to be happy, don’t I?"

The look in his eyes is devastating. Gavi furrows his brows and wracks his brain for the right words. Any words, really.

"Hermano, this is a conversation you should be having with Y/N," he mutters more to himself than to Pedri. He rubs the back of his neck. “I did say all that, yes, but I wasn't thinking of it when I gave her my kit. She went to a few matches with Aurora and wanted to support me as a friend."

Gavi pauses to think about how he can best put into words what he's about to say. The last thing he wants is to kick a guy who's already on the ground.

"I think some part of me liked seeing her in my kit," he says, carefully. "I guess I got used to it. But I never imagined actually seeing her wear it for the rest of our lives because I just never felt anything that intense for her. It was just a crush. A temporary thing. And whatever my feelings were, they disappeared anyway after that date we went on. You know the one we told you about that was so bad, Y/N considered never speaking to me again? That one."

When Pedri doesn't respond, Gavi adds, "Look, I know for a fact that Y/N doesn't have any feelings for me either, and that's exactly how we want it and how it's supposed to be."

Pedri fiddles with the hem of his shorts. "What makes you so sure?"

"The way she looks at you," Gavi answers right away. "She never looked at me that way. Anyone who has spent less than a minute with her knows she's in love with you."

Pedri stops fidgeting and Gavi swears he can see him blush. Finally, he meets his gaze. "I’m in love with her too."

"Of course, you are."

"I'm terrified."

Gavi can't help but snort. "Are you?"

Pedri's brows draw together.

"When you think of her, what do you feel?" He gives him a knowing look. "Because I don't think it's fear. And I think you know that as well. Don't lose her over this, Pedri. Don't lose her ever but especially not over this. You're good for each other."

Gavi is almost relieved to see him ponder his words. Gradually, his face clears and there's a small sparkle in his eyes that Gavi recognises from when Pedri sees an opportunity during a match. A space that holds endless potential and no matter what, he can't help but rush towards it. He can't even count how many times he has caught Pedri looking at you like that.

"I want her to be happy." He says it with so much conviction and finality that Gavi doesn't feel like it needs an answer.

"She is happy," he insists anyway and adds, "With you." Because he really is Cupid himself today.

Pedri nods, absent-minded, and rises to his feet to pace the room as he mumbles numbers to himself. Gavi watches in amusement as he gestures around, counting off things he's going to say and do. Finally, he comes to a halt and turns around, eyes twinkling.

"It takes less than two hours to get to Barcelona, right? If I leave now, I can make it back by 4. That's still 5 hours of sleep. It will only work if there's a flight leaving right now, but I'll make it. I have to. I'll probably be late for morning practice and it'll likely just be 4 hours of sleep, but it's fine because Norway—"

"Okay!" Gavi stands up, helplessly grinning. "None of that will be necessary."

Pedri frowns. "But I need to see her before the match or I’ll explode or score an own goal because my head’s a mess."

"That'd be embarrassing," Gavi says. "Especially in front of Y/N."

"What?" Pedri slowly shakes his head as if Gavi is the one who doesn’t understand. "I'm lucky if she'll ever want to see me again. I don't think she'll come all the way out here to watch a match if I'm playing in it. She wouldn’t."

"You're not wrong." Gavi chuckles. "But she promised Aurora she'll go with her to the game since my parents can't."

Pedri blinks, mouth opening and closing. "Oh."

"Exactly." Gavi’s cheeks hurt from how much he's smiling. "She's in Màlaga. Hotel room probably."

"Is it—"

"Yeah."

Pedri dashes off. Only to trip over his discarded shoe and go flailing to the ground. Gavi wheezes with laughter as he helps him up.

"My bad," he chokes out but Pedri barely even hears it, already out the door.

-✩-

"Oh," you say, staring at the hunched-over figure that just knocked on your door like the hotel was on fire and you were all going to die. "You're not Aurora either."

Pedri looks up and blinks through the sweat dripping from his forehead, gasping for air. "Huh?"

"Nothing," you mumble to yourself, "just mourning the fact that I'll apparently never see my friend again." You shake your head and shift on the spot. Pedri is still breathing heavily, hands resting on his knees and staring at you with a dazed look on his face.

His face is flushed the way it is when he plays football and somehow that just seems especially cruel. Your mind is still trying to grasp that Pedri is standing in front of you. Here. Right at your door. You were actually delusional enough to think that you’d somehow be able to avoid him.

Now, all you can think about is how the pink of his cheeks brings out his cheekbones and how his damp hair curls at the front and clings to his forehead. He looks really, really lovely.

Clearing your throat, you force yourself to look away. That seems to shake him out of whatever stupor he was in as well.

"Alright," he stammers, nodding supportively although he has no idea what you're talking about. "I'm sure she'll come around."

Your lips twitch and Pedri's gaze drops almost reflexively. You can't help but look to the side, running a hand up your arm as he clears his throat.

"Sorry, er, I...actually don't know what to say." He straightens and rubs the back of his neck as though it just dawned on him. He smiles sheepishly. "All I could think about on my way here was that you're in Màlaga and how happy I was that you came because I am—happy about it, I mean. I should've thought about what I wanted to say because now I'm just rambling like an idiot but I'm just—I'm so happy. That you’re here. I'm really happy you're here."

You nod hesitantly, not sure how to respond. For some reason, you feel the need to say, "I'm here because of Aurora. She asked me to go to the match with her tomorrow."

Pedri's eyes flickers between yours before they widen. "Oh no, yeah, I know. I knew that. I wouldn't have assumed—I didn't think you came because of me."

You nod again. "Okay."

He looks around the hallway, apparently keen on basking in the awkwardness before his eyes meet yours, seeming almost shy. "Hey, er, can we talk?"

Something inside you rips. The emotional whiplash almost cuts off your airways. You feel blissfully relieved because, yes, of course, we can talk. Always. You've been waiting for this moment. You want this. But the other half is prickling with dread and anxiety about how this talk will end. You have the willpower of a divine being when you force yourself to answer with a steady voice.

"Sure."

God, you're strong. So strong.

Giving you a small smile, Pedri makes to enter your hotel room, but you shake your head and step forward, pulling the door close by a centimetre. "No, not in there."

Pedri steps back robotically, looking puzzled as he glances behind you through the crack of the door. "Er, okay, that's fine. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it’s just—" You gesture aimlessly as if that would make him understand. "I just have to stay here for two more nights and depending on how this will go, I won't be able to put it all into a box. Since it's not my stuff," you add after a beat although that seems to only confuse him more.

"I'm sorry—what box?"

You wave him off and turn to grab the keycard before closing the door. "Doesn't matter. Do you know another place?"

Pedri blinks a few times. You can see him cast another confused look at the door before nodding. "Yeah, I know a place. Come on, I’ll show you."

He holds out his hand.

You look at it.

Before you can react, Pedri curses under his breath and retracts his hand, running it through his hair instead. "Sorry. Habit," he mutters, then turns around briskly, starting down the hall.

You follow without a word, not saying anything about how the tips of his ears are burning red. Or how he's walking around in training shorts and socks. You don't comment on his shirt that is inside out either.

You just keep your gaze ahead and focus on your heartbeat as it pounds like crazy. You barely even notice that you've arrived if it weren’t for the gust of wind that leaves a trail of goosebumps on your arms.

"The rooftop," you say, looking around. "Planning to push me off?"

"If you wish," he says. The ghost of a grin blooms on his lips. The wind blows again and you reflexively take a step forward to escape the cold. Distractedly, Pedri comes closer as well, his eyes on the sky above. "I don't think it's going to rain, but we can go inside if you want."

"I'm fine," you say, letting your gaze drift around. "The view is stunning."

"So are—" Pedri coughs. "So are the clouds."

"Hm?" You look up. "Oh yeah, they're pretty." A soft smile settles on your lips as you squint at the clouds, trying to make out any shapes. You can feel his eyes on you, and you try very hard not to think about how that makes you feel.

"Do you want to sit?" He eventually asks in a gentle tone. You tear your gaze away and nod, following him to the edge of the roof.

"So," Pedri starts once you're sat beside each other, legs dangling above the streets below. "I'm a dickhead."

"No, you're not," you mumble, eyes set on the view ahead. "It takes a lot to be a dickhead. You're just an idiot."

He gives a quiet laugh. "I'm serious."

"I thought you were a dickhead."

"I can be both," he says, gaze still locked onto the side of your face. "Look, I want to apologise—which I should've done weeks ago."

You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, but he doesn't seem to mind. "I know it wasn't fair of me to say those awful things to you and then not let you explain, but I did it anyway and I have never regretted anything more. I hate that I wanted to hurt you. And I really hate that I'm capable of it, but I need you to know that I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry."

You let his words linger between you. Taking a deep breath, you shift your gaze. The look in his eyes almost catches you off-guard. It's sincere and bare.

"You don't have to accept my apology right now," he goes on, "but I know a lot of things were left unsaid that day, so you can say them now and I'll listen. Yell at me if you want. Honestly, shove me off this building, I won't judge."

A smile tugs on your lips.

"Can't kill you now," you say, "still got a game to play." The corners of his eyes crinkle as he chuckles. You missed that sound. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you lean your cheek on your knee and lose yourself in his eyes. For a moment, it's quiet. There are cars below and birds above, but there's also quiet. Serene. Softly, you say, "You really hurt me, Pedro."

He nods slightly and adjusts his body so that he's fully facing you.

"I've never seen you get so mad before," you continue. "You barely lose your temper when you get a yellow card, but you did over those pictures and I just don't understand." You shake your head. "I know you get jealous sometimes but not like that. Not over Gavi. I've told you everything you wanted to know about our friendship, and you said you didn't mind any of it. You said you liked how close we are and that you trusted me."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I want to know why you stopped. I know there's more to it than just me wearing Gavi's kit and I've been trying to figure it out every day because I keep thinking it must be something big and awful in order for you to just leave me." Your voice cracks. Your vision blurs and in the back of your mind, you know you're tipping over and you should probably reel it back but honestly? You don't want to.

"I want to accept your apology, I really do. I missed you so much, Pedri. So fucking much." He opens his mouth to respond before thinking better of it. You're grateful for it because you don’t doubt for a second that you’ll simply break down if he says it back. "But you hurt me so much more than that. You left me."

The words feel like venom on your tongue and by the look on Pedri's face, they burn like it too. "You know I was terrified of making our relationship public. There's nothing more terrifying to me than attention on that scale, but you said it would be fine and people could say whatever they wanted because you'll be by my side. Well, it happened. We did it. People said horrible things to me; to my friends and family. And you weren't there."

Pedri closes his eyes briefly, sucking in a sharp breath. You almost want to take it back and tell him it's not that big of a deal because you know you were close to mending things, but you feel so much lighter now that it's out. That has to count for something.

You feel fingertips brush your cheek. Dazed, you realise that Pedri has come closer to wipe away a tear you didn't even know was there. You don't lean into his palm and he doesn't let it linger either. Instead, he holds it out in front of you. Hesitantly, you reach out. The tips of your fingers graze the inside of his hand. His hand closes, gently holding onto yours.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." He holds your gaze even if his voice cracks. "You're right, I shouldn't have left you alone after convincing you to go public. I was horrified and ashamed of what I did and said just to hurt you in the same way I felt hurt. I couldn't bring myself to face you afterwards. I know it's not an excuse, but you deserve an explanation."

He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand, seemingly without meaning to.

"A while ago, Gavi said something to me that kept bothering me. It crossed my mind every now and then when we talked about posting that photo, but it only really hit me when I saw those pictures and articles. That's when it became real and I guess I took it as confirmation of something I've always been insecure of." Pedri falters and looks to the side.

When you don’t respond, he quietly explains, "Gavi said he'd only give his kit to the person he knew he wanted to see wearing it for the rest of his life. That having anyone else wear it to matches would bring bad luck, so he’s waiting for the right person."

You stare at him.

Slowly loosening a breath you didn't know you were holding, you try to find your voice. "He said that?"

Pedri nods. You can feel him loosen his grip on your hand.

"Okay," you say, shaking your head to clear your mind. "Alright then."

You pull your hand back and let it fall into your lap, biting back a scoff. "You really are a dickhead."

*********

okokok i know u probably hate me rn, but i promise there's a part three :)) i wouldn't just leave u hanging like that lol i just wanted to get this out sooner than later and tbh there's still so much missing. the grovelling! the anger! the grovelling, people!!! anyway, feel free to leave some feedback, so i know if anyone even wants a third part. stay hydrated guys x

[the-fiction-witch]

...Because he knows I love You

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested: y/n is a maid again and she helps Jack she's a very sweet girl, but Sneed likes her and like flirts with her a lot and Jack gets jealous bc he's in love with her.   Warnings: Aggressive unresponsive Unwanted Flirting (Lil Rapy)

I knocked on the little wooden door waiting a moment or two for a response,

"Come in!" He called, 

So I smiled and headed with my tray in hand, I shut the door with my foot and saw Jack Dawkins lying in his bed barely awake yet, but this was normal he had a habit of lingering in his bed longer than he should. 

But I greeted his weary face with a wide smile. "Good Morning Dr Dawkins," 

He forced a smile "Morning Y/n," He yawned,

"Breakfast time," I smiled setting the tray down on his table "Toast, eggs, bacon, and I managed to sneak you a few sausages, and an orange" I explained, and I jumped a little as I felt arms snake around my waist and he pulled me down onto his knee making me squeal a little with giggles,

"What would I do without you?" He smiled resting his chin on my shoulder 

"Starve," I giggled jumping off his leg and starting on my work to clean his room and organize everything, 

"I wouldn't starve," He said getting up and slipping his trousers on "I have the tools to cook, you're not even meant to cook for me but you still do."

"Well if I didn't you'd live off toast and milk." I laughed putting his clean laundry away and handing him a clean shirt for the day,

"Nothing wrong with toast and Milk," he said slipping his shirt on, snapping his suspenders over his shoulders and sitting to eat his breakfast 

"Alright," I rolled my eyes making his bed and leaving his waistcoat there for when he was done "Eat your orange" I told him

"I don't need it," he shrugs 

"Jack. Eat your orange. No more bacon till you eat your orange it's good for you." 

"Fine," he rolled his eyes eating his orange as the last thing he ate for his breakfast, "Thank you y/n,"

"You're welcome." I smiled, "Now, what tie are you thinking today? green? blue? your fancy blue one?" 

"Green I think, did you get the blood out of it?" He asked coming and slipping his waistcoat on, 

"Did I get the blood out of it? that's a stupid question to ask the best laundry girl in the world." I pouted playfully throwing him it and he only just caught it,

"True, I don't know why I asked" he chuckled "Humm?"

"What?"

"Have you been letting my clothes out without telling me again?" he asked adjusting his waistcoat as even now it was done it wasn't hugging him quite how it usually did. Immediately I noticed the problem the cinch at the back had come undone. 

"Would I tell you If I was?" I chuckled 

"Are you?"

"No, here." I smiled fixing the back cinch for him 

"Oh. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I smiled "You have that surgery today don't forget," I reminded him as I finished up with his room 

"I won't forget," He chuckled

"Good, I'll see you later. Soup for dinner?" I suggested taking the tray with me to the door 

"That sounds perfect." He smiled "Uhh Y/n?"

"Yes, Jack?" 

"...It's nothing, you get on."

"Alright, see you later," I smiled before I hurried back down to the hospital kitchens and started work on laundry and dishes. 

I hurried myself up to the theatre with my equipment, Jim was setting the theatre up still putting sawdust all over the floor, and Hetty working away setting the place up as people filed in desperate for blood. I did my best to stay out of everyone's way and soon enough the boys emerged. 

Jack Dawkins and Rainsford Sneed, came out of the prep room ready for surgery to the cheers of many visitors. 

"Gentlemen! The royal hospital somewhat... begrudging presents Dr Rainsford Sneed and the much celebrated Jack Dawkins!" Jack paid up the crowd enough to make me giggle especially when Sneed glared at him "Now we have a good one for you today, the leg, and two smallest toes were shot off in a fight, your wife wasn't it Mr Petrov?" He asked but of course, the man was in too much pain and panic to answer luckily hetty nodded, "Now the wound is heavily infected and has crawled up the leg meaning we are amputating today just below the knee." He explained "But the big question... who cuts?" He flipped his lucky coin and Hetty caught it in her hand before revealing it "Me." he smirked and the crowd went wild.

I almost didn't trust him, he always won when they used his coin, I could have sworn it was weighted or something. But they made prep for the operation. For a moment he playfully whirled his knife around and made eye contact with me, he smirked and winked at me making me blush "Time me." 

It was an utter rush I couldn't deny watching him work, so fast and smoothly with everything he did that in less than thirty seconds it was over. 

He took the applause and the few tips, and Hetty took the man to the ward to rest. 

So I began my work My first job was to take the bucket with the now amputated limb out to the box where we always put them, Before returning with my scrubbers, brushes, brooms and such. I took all the bloody sawdust away to be disposed of and began to scrub the floor. 

"It's not ladylike." A voice spoke up making me jump as I sat up a little seeing Dr Sneed leant against the wall watching me clean, this was pretty normal Dr sneed seemed to have this illusion that every lady in the hospital desired to be in his bed and would fight every other girl for such an honour, Underestably I did not. But that didn't stop his... attempts at flirting. I honestly wondered if any ladies fell for this sort of stuff?

"Humm?"

"Being knelt like that on your hands and knees, scrubbing" he smirked, 

"Well, It has to be done." I shrug returning to my scrubbing trying to get the blood strains off the floor, 

"The scrubbing has left you with a hole in your dress Miss y/n."

"A gentleman would look away Dr Sneed" I said just trying to get my work down and ignore whatever it was he wanted,

"He would" He nodded "You seem comfortable?"

"Comfortable?" I asked getting more water from my brush, 

"Comfortable on your hands and knees." He smirked, 

"Well, lots of cleaning to do" I shrug "You boys do know this floor is meant to be grey right?" I laughed,

"You must spend a lot of time on your hands and knees."

"I do. lots to clean."

"Dawkins have you like that a lot?"

"What?" I perked up, 

"Does Dawkins have you like that a lot?"

"His room is often messy" I nodded,

He smirked coming over standing where I just cleaned so he stood in front of me looking down at me "So you are on your hands and knees a lot in his room then?" 

I glared half at his words and half at him walking where I just cleaned! "Dr Sneed, I do not like what you are implying." 

"Liar." He smirked "You know... my room is pretty dirty too. I could do with your visit tonight."

"Well maybe if I get finished early" I answered continuing with my work but he continued to stand in my way so instead of scrubbing around him I scrubbed over his boots with my cold dirty water, 

He glared at me for doing so but I just smiled up at him "Insobordinante little thing aren't you? I see why he likes you" he smirked slapping my ass as he walked out my way, "But a pretty thing like you should stay the night with a man, not a boy."

"You're both boys," I laughed, "I'm partly convinced you boys are vampires. You both seem to have a taste for blood" I chuckled taking my bucket to empty it and get some fresh water, 

"Why don't you stay a while? just you and me?" He smirked wrapping his arms around me, 

"No thank you Dr sneed."

"Aww come on just Rainsford," He smirked,

"Why would I do that?" I glared trying to move away,

"You call dawkins Jack?"

"Cause he's nice to me."

"I can be nice to you" He smirked trying to kiss me but I shoved him away,

Just then the theatre door opened and I saw Jack there, I was happy it was him almost like he'd come to save me, so I shoved needs hands away. He looked so angry like he was about to deck sneed in the face, not the first time I've known him do that. 

"You want something Dawkins, Miss Y/n and I were just getting a little more acquainted" Sneed smirked 

Jack left angrily and I was so confused, 

"There, nice and alone again" Sneed smirked trying to grab me but I threw the contents of my bucket all over him covering him with dirty, bloody, wash water. I dropped my bucket and rushed up to Jack's room seeing him having loosened his tie and pacing around angrily.

"What the hell!" He yelled

"What?"

"Sneed! fucking Sneed! Really?"

"Ohh will you calm down I threw my wash water on his head."

"You what?" he asked already calming down a little 

"Yes. he was being weird and flirty and grabby so I threw my wash water on his head."

"He was flirting with you?" He glared

"If that's what you take of that sentence Jack yes."

"And you were flirting back?"

"God no!"

"No?"

"God no! it's sneed. Snivelling, slimy, sneed." 

"Oh." he nods "I uhh I thought for a moment-"

"What? That Sneed and I were flirting?"

"Sorry, I just... I heard you giggling and him talking and... I saw you alone I just..."

"Jack, were you?" 

"What?"

"Jealous?"

"...Maybe a little." he sheepishly admits

"Why on earth would you be jealous? of what?"

"Of... Sneed getting to be alone with you."

"You're alone with me on a daily basis? we're alone right now?"

"Yeah but-"

"But what?"

"But... you're not giggling and I don't have my arms around you, you know it's different when we're alone."

"And you jealous of me throwing my water bucket over his head?"

"No. I'd really rather you didn't." He said, "It's hard to explain y/n."

"Jack, yes or no, Were you jealous Sneed was alone with me?"

"Yes."

"Were you jealous he was flirting with me?"

"Yes."

"Were you jealous Sneed got to cuddle me? I was unwilling in this cuddle but that's not the point."

"I was jealous he got to hold you."

"Were you jealous he slapped my ass?"

"He slapped your ass!"

"Yes, he did."

"Bloody dick."

"I know. but were you?"

"...A little bit yeah."

"Why?"

He didn't answer a moment "Because... I know how he thinks about you."

"How does Sneed think bout me?"

"He likes you. that much is obvious. He's always talking about how... pretty you are, how cute you are, how much he wants to... Do things to you."

"Pervy Dickhole" I sighed 

"I know." He sighed "Half the time I think he only does it to piss me off."

"Why him saying he liked me piss you off?"

"...Because He knows I love you." He spoke up.

"You- you what?" I asked in absolute shock.

"I let it slip one day after surgery that I... Was falling in love with you. the first time I said it, been... feeling it a whole lot longer though."

"You're in love with me?"

"Yeah..."

"Why?"

"....what do you mean why?"

"Why? Why would you love me? You're a doctor, I'm a maid hell I'm not even that I'm a hospital chore girl, you're an ex-navy surgeon and insanely handsome, I scrub blood and shit off a hospital floor and I'm not even technically qualified for that! And you know I look like a scrub shit of a hospital floor." I explained "You could literally go into port right now and find a wife within like twenty minutes. why... Why would you want ... me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he said taking my hands "You're sweet, you're beautiful, you can sass me better than any woman I've ever met, you cook and clean for me even when you don't have to, you force me to eat fruit and veg even when I don't want to because you know its good for me, you even do all my laundry and take my clothes out for me without me asking you, you take such good care of me, I don't care what your job is, or how educated you are, I just care that you give a shit about me. And I love you. I couldn't ask for a woman any better than you."

"You really mean that Jack?"

"Of course I do."

"I... I never knew you felt that way about me." I blushed "I- I love you too."

"You do!"

"Of course, I do, why do you think I take such good care of you? I want to make sure you are happy and cosy. Because I care about you. You don't have to worry about Sneed next time he tries anything I'll punch him. I just want you, Jack." I smiled hugging his chest

"I just want you to my darling" He cooed kissing the top of my head "You don't worry about Sneed... I'll deal with him. Do you want to stay here with me tonight? So you safe and we could... maybe cuddle a little?"

"I'd like that very much" I smiled giving him a sweet soft kiss, he happily kissed back with a wide smile 

"I adore you y/n."

"Aww I adore you too Jack." I smiled kissing his nose "Now. I shall go get your dinner." I began trying to leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to his chest kissing me again

"No. We. Shall make dinner. You heat the stove up, I'll go get stuff for dinner."

"Alright," I smiled, "Don't just leave the veg behind because you don't want it." I warn him 

"awww you saw through my plans!" He complained 

[anlian-aishang]

Everyone deserves to be mailed lingerie then stripped free from it, and by everyone, Erwin means his wife specifically.

tags: erwin smith x reader, smut, allusions to masturbation, reader is briefly lifted, modern AU, fem!reader word count: 1300

Without him here, there was no need to bite back your smile. A pure, shameless grin - a laugh even - as you took in what was before your eyes: pristine white box, black ribbons bowed over the corners, and silver cursive you were too hasty to read. 

Chills seized your fingers as they worked on untying and unwrapping. Lid fell to the floor, beneath: transparent wrapping paper, folded perfectly. Tiny card rested square atop it:

For you. Hope to see it soon. From Sydney, E.S.

You rolled your eyes even as your face started to burn. Fumbling now, you dug through the box, tissue paper crinkling. You wondered if there was a more delicate texture in the world. There was, and it was the gift within. Panties so soft, next to nothingness. So thin, he would tear right through them. At the thought, a wave of heat, a heat that somehow made you shiver.

Instinctively, you shouldered off your robe. Straight there in your foyer, a naughty silhouette projected onto your curtains, stepping out of silk dress and into white lace. 

From all those miles away, Erwin had picked a perfect fit. That vision, you supposed, had landed him this executive position - the one that bought you this house, the one that pulled him away from it - business trip after business trip. 

You bunched the stretch of fabric in your hands and startled, already damp. “Damn it,” you cursed to yourself, ten days too many. 

Matters into your own hands. It was what he would want.

// // // 

Clean sheets. Mirror on the ceiling. A few favorites lined up. Nothing on but your new gift. Everything was right.

But about that. Narrowing your gaze, the mirror’s reflection above you gave a disapproving shake of her head. You had undressed yourself with self-loving intentions plenty of times, but something about this outfit, it demanded a partner. One did not light their own birthday candles, did not massage their own back. This underwear carried similar sentiment. 

Blue lilies he would deflower, dainty lace his large hands would trace. Yes, it was perfect on you. But it would be even more perfect to have him take it off of you. 

Your filming session had stopped before it started, but you supposed some stills would do. 3 PM. His work phone.

Yeah, that’ll do. The couple shared a near simultaneous thought as you sent the photos and he received them. 

Got your present. Have a sneak peek. I’ll express my thanks when you get home.

Index and thumb pressed to his temples. Home never felt so far away.

More to that gift, but won’t get there until flight 613’s arrival.

Over halfway through this trip, back sooner than you think. 

Had you the presence of mind, you would have noticed that 613 did not match the ticket stub on the fridge. Erwin figured that the package had made for a good-enough distraction. Indeed, though you daydreamed of his return for hours, you jumped at the sound of his key sheathed into the lock.

“What the-!?”

A satisfied smirk on the man otherwise proper. Immaculate smile, except for the lip bite. Proud posture, heart racing beneath. Pants ironed, ignoring the bulge at his middle - an impossible task. To everyone else, Erwin was objective perfection. You were the only one close enough to see his flaws, to find the beauty in them, to love him even more because of them. 

“Happy to see you, too,” he teased. 

“Yeah?” Sauntering closer, pupils dilated, a predator longing to be prey. Lotioned hand explored his slacks until landing a habitual hold of a familiar length, “I can tell.”

His briefcase hit the floor with a thud, but you did not startle, not even when calloused hands cupped the backs of your thighs and hoisted you to the countertop. Cold granite met your lower half - its ice shooting through your veins. A brief whimper as your nipples rapidly hardened, Erwin was quick to take them - warm them - in his mouth.

Shaky sighs as you labored to reach your arms over his shoulders, to knot your fingers at his undercut. The sudden onset of stimulation brought a singsong to your voice, one that turned his belts and briefs unbearably tight. “So eager,” you cooed. “Seems to me like you just wanted an excuse to come home.”

You knew: he was too smart to be this naive, to mail you lingerie without expecting you to put it on, take a picture, and text it to his work phone immediately.

“That,” Erwin offered, “or you just wanted an excuse to bring me home.”

He knew: you were too devious to play so innocent, to send him that photo without expecting him to cancel his meetings, book a flight, and get home just as immediately - faster than you could say, back so soon?

“But…” you rolled your head back, relishing. As you propped yourself further up the counter, you feigned consideration, “you worked so hard for-”

“-for times like these.” Erwin growled. Sturdy hands strove for delicacy, running fingers in your hair as he insisted, “If I can’t please my wife, I might as well quit.”

Your only response was a stammer. The husk in his voice made intoxicating contrast with the slick of his responses. Uttering filth like it was nothing, your eyes rolled back, is this a dream?

No, not even your unconscious could come up with this, how his knuckles hooked exactly where your hips became curves, sliding down symmetrically and simultaneously with sadistic slow. The singe of his exhales on your torso, drawing shudders he subdued as he held you in his arms. The marks he decorated your neck with, saliva and swears stuck to your skin. Erwin had given you many memorable experiences, but this was some other, “E’Erwin…”

“You have no idea,” he hissed, “how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Your eyes widened, lips parted at the idea - the realization - of how he had spent his lone hotel nights: dreaming of this very scene, his return, and how you would look in these panties. 

“Even better than I imagined,” sighs landed upon your ear. Two fingers to your middle, finding your folds despite the fabric. With each back and forth, your arousal continued to spill, soaking his touch. “So adorable…” between licks of his digits clean, his groan flirted with a whine, “irresistible.”

Ventures away always seemed to fog his memory. His tongue rejoiced when reunited with yours, though the taste was far from foreign. The milk to his coffee, the sugar to his tea, the sweetener to the hardships of life. He forgot all else in the presence of you.  

Words threaded with kisses, “How do you do it, hm?” Lovemark on your jawline, “Tell me your secrets.”

Nails dug into his nape, “You know them already.” 

Yes, he knew, but he still had to find out - find out what was inside those flowery panties, explore how exactly the garment matched with your crevices, discover the scent of French lace and you. Selfish was his stare as he tugged down and down, licking his lips as he watched the clear string fall from your cunt, along your thighs, all the way to your ankles where he let them hang. 

My god, Erwin swore, she waited for me. So wet, so sensitive, he could tell, that had to be the case. Insatiable, in this context or others, was his desire to have his theories confirmed.

“If I were a betting man, and I am-” Erwin asserted, “I’ll bet you’ve been waiting for this all week.”

You thrust your hands in his hair, nails curled, beckoning him forward, “I shouldn’t have to tell you,” you chastised with a selfish pull of his locks, “get down here and taste for yourself.”

// masterlist //

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

Stranger Than Fiction

Part 16: Everyday

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)…Part 17

AN: Surprise update!! I ran into a bit of writers block but I have overcome and I'm ready to get this ball rolling again! I hope you guys like this part and stick around for Part 17 where we will get more Billy interaction (Because that is what you are all here for 🙃)

Word Count: 3,380

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, guns, cursing

The two of you break apart and he heads to the back of the house. You turn, preparing to walk back to the kitchen and pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, schooling your face. As you pass the living room, your eyes meet Nancy’s. 

It feels like weeks since you’ve seen her last. So much has happened. A nightmare that keeps on spiralling. You wonder where she could have been all this time. The way her gaze lingers on yours, you know she feels the distance between the two of you. You look away first, moving back into the kitchen. 

Steve’s eyes are on you as you approach, meeting his gaze you see the worry in his face. He doesn't move or speak, but you can see the unasked question in his eyes. You nod, letting him know that you’re okay, hoping that it doesn't look like you’ve been crying. You position yourself next to him at the counter. It’s small, but feeling his shoulder against yours is comforting in all of this chaos. When he doesn't move away, you assume he feels it too. 

No one speaks but the silence is heavy. You look at the kids, sitting at the table, their eyes downcast. They look exhausted. Hopper is right. They need you to be strong for them. 

“Did you know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” Mike’s voice breaks the silence. You look up to see him holding a brain teaser game.

“Really?” Lucas asks.

“He petitioned the school to start it and everything.” Mike explains, turning to face them. “And then he had a fundraiser for equipment.” Mike goes on, stepping forward. “Mr. Clark learned everything from him. Pretty awesome right?” He asks, coming back to the table. His friends respond with a series of ‘yea’s. 

Mike firmly places the mind teaser on the table, looking up at the group. 

“We can’t let him die in vain.” he says resolutely. Dustin is the first to speak.

“What do you want to do Mike?” He asks, sounding upset. “The chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those demo-dogs on our own.” 

“Demo-dogs?” Max asks. Dustin looks at her and lamely explains the combination of the two words. He would have continued to ramble if Max hadn’t cut him off. In any other circumstance, the awkward teenagers would have been amusing. 

“I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe.”

“But, there’s an army now.” Lucas finishes. The image of snapping jaws and sharp claws flashes through your mind, sending a chill down your spine.

“His army.” Mike says, to himself. You look up to where he stands at the head of the table. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, feeling your brows draw together in confusion. 

“His army!” Mike repeats like he’s found an answer. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army too.” Mike continues explaining despite your clear confusion. Before you can ask for clarification, he rushes out of the room. Everyone in the kitchen quickly follows after him. He snatches a drawing off the table, turning to thrust it into Dustin’s hands. 

“The shadow monster?” Dustin questions, looking down at Will’s drawing. 

“It got Will, that day on the field.” Mike explains. “The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.” You take a step forward, looking over Dustin’s shoulder at the image on the paper. You stare at the dark shadow as they continue speaking.

“And so this virus, it’s connecting him to the tunnels?” Max asks. As you study the monster on the paper, the buzzing in your mind distracts you. Something about it seems familiar to you. Like seeing it now is like remembering something from a dream… or a nightmare. 

“To the tunnels, monsters, the upside down, everything.” Mike explains rapidly. Your mouth suddenly feels dry, you bring a shaking hand to the back of your neck, running your fingers over the raised skin of your scar. 

“Whoa! Whoa! Slow down.” Steve says, laying a hand on your shoulder as he leans forward taking the paper from Dustin. His movement snaps you back to reality, but you're unable to shake the strange feeling surrounding the image. 

“Okay so, the shadow monsters inside everything and if the vines feel something, like pain, then so does Will.” Mike explains the concept further. 

“And so does Dart.” Lucas adds.

“Yea like what Mr. Clark taught us. The hive mind.” Mike concludes.

“Hive mind?” Steve asks, casting a side glance at you.

“A collective consciousness. It’s a super organism.” Dustin explains.

“And this thing is what controls everything. It’s the brain.” Mike says, pointing to the drawing. 

“Like the mind flayer.” Dustin says, his eyes widening. The other two boys look at him, all of them sharing the same understanding. 

“The what?” Steve, Max and you all say.

The next few minutes are chaotic. The three boys move quickly, trying to find some manual, while gathering the rest of the group to explain the new revelation they had discovered. The group gathers around the table as Dustin slams the D&D manual open to the page he was looking for. 

You all listen as Dustin explains what the mind flayer is and it’s intentions to ultimately destroy your world. It seems to be a fairly accurate comparison until Hopper asks for a way to kill it. Dustin explaining that the solution is zombies does not exactly fill everyone with confidence. 

You have no idea what you are up against or how to go about beating it. You run a hand though your hair, tugging at your roots as the kids try to convince Hopper. 

“They’re right.” Joyce’s weak voice breaks through the arguing. You turn to see her standing in the hallway. You can tell she’s been crying from the red rimming her eyes. “We have to kill it. I want to kill it.” she says, her voice shaking with emotion. Her fists are clenched at her sides as Hopper advances.

“Me too. Me too, Joyce, okay?” He says “But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.” He goes on. 

“No.” Mike cuts him off. “But he does.” Mike says, taking a few steps back into the living room, his eyes on Will. “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will.” Mike rationalises. “He’s connected to it. He’ll know it’s weakness.”

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore.” Max interjects. “That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now.” 

“Yea, but he can’t syp if he doesn't know where he is.” Mike responds.

It takes minimal convincing to get Hopper on board after that. You explain that with so few options, this idea was better than waiting around. The plan is quickly formulated to transform the shed into a makeshift interrogation room. Tasks are assigned and their group splits up to gather supplies and get to work. 

You scour the house for nondescript things to cover the walls with, ranging from old pillowcases to sheets of paper and cardboard. As you pass by the kitchen, the sound of Mike’s voice stops you. 

“Just because you know the truth doesn't mean you’re in the party. You know that, right?” He asks harshly. You peak around the corner enough to see Max, seated behind him working on disguising the kitchen chairs. You see her face fall at his words, before she responds. 

“Yea, I know.” she says, bowing her head. “I mean, why would you want a stupid zoomer in your party anyway?” She asks, the hurt in her voice is clear to you. “I’m just saying, El? She sounds like she was really awesome.” Max tries again.

“Yea, she was.” Mike responds, closing the cupboard doors and moving to stand. “Until that thing took her.” Mike adds venomously, turning to glare at Max. “Just like it took Bob.” 

‘And Barb.’ a small voice adds in your head, causing your heart to constrict. You dont have time to move out of the way as Mike comes around the corner. He stops for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. 

You can see the pain in them, a pain that is probably mirrored in your own, hidden under all that anger. You open your mouth to say something but he quickly looks away, pushing past you. You watch him storm out of the house and for a moment think about following him. Max’s frustrated sigh from the kitchen draws your attention. 

You know that trying to make friends at her age is hard enough. Throw monsters, death, and trauma into the mix and it becomes impossible. 

Turning, you walk into the kitchen. Max’s eyes glance up at you for a second before returning to her work. 

“Want some help?” You offer, smiling sheepishly down at her. She shrugs, making no move to look up at you. 

“Suit yourself.” She grumbles. Again, you're reminded of her step-brother. They look so different but their attitudes are eerily similar. You sit down and begin layering the materials you had found over the chair next to her. You work in silence for a bit before you finally speak up. 

“I’m sorry about what Mike said.” you say, keeping your eyes on your work. You hear Max pause for a second before carrying on.

“I don’t care.” She says bluntly. You know that she does. You only shrug and keep working.

“I know, I just wanted to tell you that he wasn’t always like that.” There is another pause before Max speaks again. 

“What do you mean?” She asks, glancing over at you out of the corner of her eye. 

“Well, he used to be this shy, nerdy kid. He was bullied and stuff but he was always such a nice kid.” You say, smiling gently at the memory. “He used to be very open and welcoming to new people. Especially people that didn’t exactly… fit in.” you explain. “He would take them in, make them feel at home, like a family. And when he found El… that’s exactly what he did. He brought her into the group. Made her a part of his family.” You pause, your smile falling as you remember the young girl. “So, when she left, she left a big hole behind. Right here.” You say, placing a hand over your heart, feeling the emptiness inside yourself. “When you lose someone like that, when you experience something that traumatic…” you pause again, looking up to meet Max’s gaze. “It makes it hard to let anyone else get that close again.” 

There is silence between the two of you. Her eyes study your face, there is understanding in them.

“Is that what happened to you?” She asks. Your eyes widen, shocked by her question.

“W-what?” You ask. She shrugs, looking back to her work as she responds.

“Just the way you talk about it… sounds like you know what it’s like.” She explains casually. Her words strike you. You had been talking about Mike but in so many ways your situation was similar to his. And it made you think. It made you think about your own problems with the guilt and fear surrounding what happened to Barb. 

You have been pushing everyone close to you away, because you’re scared of losing them like you lost her. 

“Y-yea, maybe.” you conclude. There is another beat of silence as the two of you work. 

“Who was it?” Max asks, you glance up but she keeps her eyes on her chair, so you turn back to yours as well. You swallow thickly, forcing yourself to speak past the tightness in your throat. 

“Her name was Barb…” It’s been so long since you said her name out loud. “She was my best friend.” You say, knowing that Max can hear the waiver in your voice. 

“Is she…” Max trails off, but you know what she’s asking. 

“Yes.” you answer simply. “She was killed by the same thing that took El.” you explain quickly, fighting to keep your hands from shaking and your breathing even. You aren't sure why you are telling Max this. You haven’t spoken to anyone about Barb since she disappeared. But somehow it feels like it’s bubbling up inside of you. You can feel Max’s eyes on you, but you can't bring yourself to meet them knowing you will see only pity. 

“You miss her.” Max states. It isn’t a question. You chuckle, ruefully. It sounds so simple when she puts it like that. But, she couldn’t be more right. 

“Everyday.” you respond, smiling gently up at Max, despite the tears blurring your vision. “I miss her more and more everyday. I miss her smile and her laugh, the way she had to push up her glasses every five minutes.” you ramble on, smiling at the memory. “I miss how she would always steal my pens, and how she would pick at her nails, how she would get this little wrinkle between her eyes when I would say something clearly wrong…” It feels good to finally say it. Like it has been sitting in your chest, filling up that hole she left behind. You feel your smile fall along with a tear down your cheek. You stare down at your hands in your lap. 

“I see pieces of her everywhere and sometimes I forget… I forget that she’s really gone.” You pause, wiping at your cheek. “It’s-It’s like when she left, she took a part of me with her. It hurts so bad sometimes it feels like I can't breathe.” you glance up at Max, who is watching you, her eyes shining with concern and pity. You try to smile, but you know it’s broken. You press your palm to your eyes, clearing your throat. 

“I’m sorry.” you apologise. “I don’t normally talk about her, it all just kind of came up at once.” You explain regretfully. You try to busy yourself with the chairs again but Max places a hand over yours, stopping you. 

“Maybe you should.” she says gently. “Talk to someone I mean.” you think of Nancy but quickly dismiss the thought. Nancy has moved on. But you know Max is only trying to help so you nod, smiling thankfully at her. 

“You’re right.” she returns your smile gently, removing her hand. “And Max, thank you… for listening.” you say genuinely. “You’re a good kid.” her smile widens at your words. 

The two of you get back to work, quickly finishing the chairs and taking them outside to the shed. The group had managed to cover nearly every surface with paper, cardboard and tarps making it unrecognisable. They rigged up the lighting shining it on one chair setting up the make-shift interrogation room. 

You stand to the side as Jonathan carries an unconscious Will into the room. He sets him gently into the chair and gets to work securing his arms and feet with the clothes line. You can’t shake the feeling you get standing this close to Will. It feels like you're standing too close to a TV screen, like… static. Making your hair stand on end. 

When everything is set you go back into the house with the rest of the group while Joyce, Mike, Jonathan, and Hopper stay with Will. You stand in the living room, watching Steve swing his bat. You know that this plan is a longshot, and if it goes wrong, potentially very dangerous. You chew nervously at your nails, every nerve on edge as you wait. The only sound in the house is the faint whispering of Lucas and Max in the hallway.

Suddenly the lights begin to flicker and something in your brain goes off. Like an alarm, sending a shooting pain through your head and down your spine, causing you to gasp. You grab your head, leaning against the wall for support. Steve is at your side a second later, his hand feeling too hot against your shoulder as he watches you concerned. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. His voice sounds far away to you, like you're underwater. Slowly the pain ebbs away as the lights stop flickering. 

“Yea…” You say, “I just got this blinding headache for a second.” you try to explain. You focus on taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your racing heart. The pain relents and you are left with the persistent buzzing in your mind. You can feel Steve’s eyes on you. 

“You sure you’re good?” he asks again. You nod, standing up straight. 

“Yea, It’s gone now.” You say. Steve eyes you warily, but seems to be satisfied that you’re not dying and takes a step back. Your mind is reeling but before you can have a moment to dwell on it, Hopper returns explaining that Will is communicating through Morse Code. 

Through a series of taps Will is able to transmit two words.

“Close Gate” 

Before anyone can even think about what that means, the phone rings. You jump at the sound, ice flooding your veins. Dustin quickly silences it but when it rings again Nancy rips it from the wall and throws it across the room. 

“Do you think he heard that?” Max asks.

“It’s just a phone, It could have been anywhere.” Steve tries to rationalise. Your gurs twists, the buzz in your mind causing your scars to itch. You know. You can feel it. In some instinctive way you know that it has figured out where you are, and it’s coming. Your mouth feels dry and when you speak your voice sounds small. 

“He knows.” 

The sound of a chilling roar can be heard in the distance. 

“That’s not good.” Dustin states. The kids rush to the front window to try and see what’s coming. 

“Get away from the windows!” Hopper yells, rushing into the living room. The kids hurry back, scrambling as everyone grabs their weapons. You rack your pistol, making sure there is a round in the chamber as you stand between Steve and Hopper. You grit your teeth and focus on keeping your breathing even, struggling to hear anything over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. 

You jump slightly at the sound of rusting coming from the front of the house. Raising your pistol, you flip off the safety. The sound moves around to the side of the house, the entire group shifting to follow. 

“What is it doing?” Nancy asks. You shift anxiously, adjusting your grip on your gun. The sound of the monster snarling can be heard clearly now. A loud bang is heard and the sound of the demo dog screeching along with a commotion at the frog of the house. It gets louder until the sounds suddenly cut off. Silence hangs in the air as you all wait. 

The glass shatters as the monster comes through the window, crashing into the living room where it falls limply on the floor. You keep your gun trained on it as Hopper advances. It’s dead. The sound of the porch creaking draws all of your attention, preparing for whatever might step though the door as the deadbolt slides back. 

For a moment you think you’re hallucinating. Either that or you’re dead. El walks into the house looking very much alive. Your pistol falls to your side and you gap for a moment trying to register what is real. You start to come around when you see Hopper hug her, explaining that he was hiding her. And when you hug her yourself you can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes. 

You aren’t alone as she moves through the shocked group, holding the people who thought she was gone forever. It warms your heart to see her reconnect with her friends. Unfortunately, the reality of the situation comes crashing in once again when she asks to see Will. You wait outside as she goes in with Joyce. 

When she comes back into the kitchen she studies Will’s message about the gate and confirms that she can potentially close it. There is one big problem with that plan though. The group rationalizes that if El cuts off the connection, Will is going to die along with everything else.

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[ptergwen]

How abt Osborn! Reader x tasm! Peter??? Peter being best friends with both twins bt gets a lil awkward with reader like being stuttering mess and stuff bcz spider boy has a crush on the female osborn lol

science rocks… and minerals

w/c: 774

warnings: swearing and a teeny tiny bit of suggestiveness

a/n: i can’t even begin to tell you how much i love this idea wtf thank u for sending it i hope it’s everything you wanted and more <3

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“oh god, are we really doing this? i can’t believe we’re doing this,” peter blabbers. “it was your idea, you know,” you glance up at him with a challenging gaze. “yeah, but i wasn’t being serious!” he whisper yells. “are you ever?” you agree. you look over the area to make sure nobody is around. “come with me,” you command.

you begin to drag peter down the hall by the sleeve of his jacket, his sneakers skidding across the linoleum floor. peter hurries beside you. he ducks down as you two walk to be extra careful you don’t get caught.

you’re bringing him to your father’s lab. he’s been mentioning wanting to check it out, so you’re making his dreams come true.

it’s what friends are for.

“shit, y/n. how’d you get the password?” peter wonders. he’s taken it upon himself to keep lookout, covering you while you work the keypad. “i have my ways,” you slyly respond. peter quirks a brow. “i stole it from harry, who stole it from our dad,” you elaborate. “there it is. of course it was harry,“ he chuckles.

“we’ve gotta be quick. we don’t have long ‘til he figures it out,” you warn. “what about your dad?” peter inquires, peeking at you over his shoulder. you scoff. “norman couldn’t give less of a fuck if he tried,” you reply, the keypad flashing green as you successfully hack in.

god, you’re fearless. it’s by far what peter likes most about you. then again, he likes everything about you.

likes likes.

the door automatically opens up. peter’s jaw drops, hands seizing your shoulders. you turn around and beam up at him.

“after you, mr. parker,” you prompt him. “why thank you, ms. osborn. you’re too kind,” peter accepts.

he enters the lab at your invitation, a laugh of disbelief bubbling in his chest. you follow him with a toothy smile. the door shuts behind you two. he throws his head back and spins around as he takes everything in, his eyes practically twinkling at the sight.

“this is amazing. you’re amazing,” peter gawks. “you’re the biggest science geek i know, parker. and i’m an osborn. that’s saying something,” you tease him. “hey, science rocks… and minerals,” he jokes. “you’re proving my point,” you retort. “shh, shh. lemme have my moment,” he shushes, the sparkle never leaving his eyes.

you let peter show himself around the lab. you giggle every time he oohs and ahs at all your dad’s tech, in absolute awe. he’s having the time of his life.

you’re glad you did this.

you run over to peter with a spare lab coat in your hands, grinning as you stand before him.

“here, try this on,” you hold it open for him. peter slips his arms into the coat, laughing softly. “how do i look?” he questions. you adjust it for him and squeeze his biceps definitively. “like a true scientist,” you answer.

peter shakes his head, a light blush tinting his cheeks. your hands still haven’t moved from his arms.

“you really are amazing, y/n,” peter speaks quietly. “you’re adorable, peter,” you pinch his pink cheeks. they blush an even deeper shade. “shut up,” he breathes out a laugh. “i mean it. i’ve, uh, i’ve been meaning to tell you that i…” he cuts himself off.

his phone vibrates with a text.

impeccable timing.

peter quickly pulls it out of his pocket and switches it onto silent. you cock your head to the side curiously.

“who’s that?” you ask. “just harry. i think he wants to hang or something,” peter responds. you roll your eyes. “jesus, sometimes i swear he has a bigger crush on you than i do,” you remark. “yeah, i-“ peter stops mid-sentence when he registers what you just said. “i… you… what?” he splutters out, blinking rapidly.

“i like you,” you reiterate, unfazed. “woah, woah, woah! you can’t just drop that on me!” peter chokes out. “why not?” you shrug. he animatedly flails his hands around. “i wasn’t ready! and plus, that’s what i was gonna tell you!” he explains.

his lips twitch into a smile nevertheless, his heart bursting.

you like him.

“alright, take two,” you concede, arms crossing over your chest. peter inhales a breath. “i like you, y/n,” he admits. “no shit, peter,” you deadpan, pulling him in by the collar of his lab coat.

your lips crash into peter’s, arms winding around his neck. peter instantly melts into the kiss, sighing contentedly and grabbing at your hips. he walks you backwards to an empty table as the kiss heats up.

he doesn’t care what you say, science does rock.

[twinkiemaximoff]

It Hurts Until It Doesn’t ❣︎

post-death!kyle spencer x gn!reader

- TW: talk/mentions of abuse, hurt/comfort, mentions of Kyle’s mom

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You're no stranger to waking up in the dead of night. Kyle, no matter how deep he's sleeping, is constantly tossing and turning, usually kicking you at some point in the process and he has a habit of curling up as close as he can to you no matter what position. You didn't mind it though. The fact that he's comfortable enough to sleep with you is good enough for you- for as long as you've known Kyle, he's had trouble with it.

You can tell he has nightmares, which you've learned not to ask too much about since simply bringing it up when he looks tired enough to fall asleep right then and there can ruin the rest of his day- and the last thing you want is to upset him even more.

But- tonight was different. Kyle had gone to bed before you, curling up in bed while you took care of a few things and hopped in the shower, insisting he gets it all warm and cozy for when you came to join him. You tried to be as quick as possible but he was out like a light once you made your way into the bedroom and slipped under the covers with him, falling asleep once he finds his way tucked into your side per usual.

You don't know how long you were in bed before you woke up again, not from any movement or kicks but from a shiver coursing through your body. You groan and try to reach out for Kyle, figuring he had just rolled too far away but your hand hits the frigid cold sheets and you furrow your brows, finally letting your eyes flutter open. Kyle's nowhere to be found, which is odd in itself- you sit up slowly, surveying the room where you find the door, once slightly ajar, flung open.

You sigh as you pull yourself out of bed, grabbing a throw blanket from the end, his favorite, and wrapping it around yourself, shivering once more. Kyle must be freezing- you bite your lip as you round the corner. There aren't many places he could be,, and you're sure he's fine but the sinking feeling in your gut pulls you into the living room.

Kyle isn't set up on the couch or in the kitchen attempting to make a drink- the two places you can usually find him so that doesn't really help the way you're feeling.

You pace around the house until you finally catch sight of the strip of light at the bathroom door, your heart finally settling in your chest, at least somewhat and you shuffle over to the door, rapping your knuckles on the wood as gentle as you can.

"Ky?" You sigh when you get no answer and you try again, only to hear a whimper, muffled, from in the room. You wait a moment before trying to open the door, finding that, thankfully, it's unlocked and you slowly open it to peek your head in.

Kyle's pushed himself as far into the corner of the bathroom as he possibly can and is curled up into himself, having brought his knees up to his chest to wrap his arms around and rest against. You enter the room and approach him, noting the way he tenses up and shakes when you do.

Kneeling down in front of him, you hesitate before reaching out, fingers meeting Kyle's soft curls as his body wracks with sobs, attempting to soothe him before he can work himself up any worse than he is.

"Kyle, baby- can I move closer to you,,?" When you get no answer you let your hand slip away from his hair but Kyles's head snaps up before you can move too far, his hands finding your wrist to bring it back. He leans into your hand and your heart drops at the sight of him.

Your eyes meet Kyles, his usual sweet doe eyes now panic-stricken and filled with tears, threatening to spill out onto his cheeks once more. They finally do when he opens his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to force out words, voice wobbling.

“N-no! Please don’t,, don’t leave!” A litany of pleas escape his lips and he shakes his head rapidly, scrambling up on his knees as his tears come back at full force. You frown and bring up your other hand to cup Kyles's face, wiping away his tears. The hand on your wrist gently squeezes as he continues, trying to push back his tears, “Please, (Y/N)- I-I’m gonna stop I p-promise n’ we c-can go to bed just- just please don’t leave me,, what if she-“

Kyle cuts himself off, harshly biting down on his lip and you shush him softly, bringing him closer to you until he's practically in your lap. He's shaking worse than you've ever seen, probably due to panicking and the fact that he's freezing. You slip the blanket you have around his trembling form and pull him flush against your body. Kyle practically melts against you, burrowing his face into your shoulder and you hear him take a shuddery breath as he tries to calm down.

"I'm not going anywhere sunshine,, as long as you want me here, okay?" You hum, smoothing Kyle's hair out of his face so you can peer down at him, and he nods, furrowing his eyebrows. Once he somewhat settles down, you continue on, "Kyle,, I- what brought this on? We need to talk about this."

You watch as his eyes open, looking up at you as a whine of protest emits from his throat, and you have to reassure him quickly when he begins tearing up again. He sniffs and brings his hand up to rub at his eyes.

"No,, p-please- just,, just a nightmare." You sigh as you listen to Kyle, and while you know how exhausting it must be, you both need to talk about it at some point- you can't just let it go on like this.

"Maybe- but this has been going on for a while Ky,, and it's obviously getting worse,," You say, shifting on the cold tiles of the floor to sit back against the tub, allowing you to hold Kyle easier and he takes his place in your arms once more, shoving his face into your shoulder with an impatient huff, "Talk to me."

"J-Just,, t-they just feel so real,, I- I know they aren't n' that I don't have to worry anymore b-but,, it's just a-always at the back of my mind. Her h-hands, h-her touch just- it's all I can f-feel sometimes." Kyle takes in a sharp breath, continuing, "I haven't seen my mom i-in years and,, she still controls me."

You falter at Kyle's words, staring up at the ceiling as you process them, and try not to let your emotions get the best of you as you before you start talking, wracking your brain for an answer.

You've always wondered why he never talked about his family or about the discomfort surrounding the topic but you never asked- never prodded- much like with these nightmares. You figured that everyone has their own family issues, but you never thought that it would be something like this. The thought of the sweet boy tucked against you ever going through something like that- it made you see red.

Finally snapping out of your thoughts, you glance back down at Kyle, who's finally turned his attention to the hem of the blanket around his shoulders, knawing at his bottom lip as he tries to suppress his tears. You bring the blanket tighter around his shoulders, running your free hand across the curve of his back.

"A-and,, I dunno, I just- You already d-deal with so much and y-you're so patient with m-me already,, I don't w-want to burden you anymore w-with this,,"

You furrow your brows, shaking your head and bringing his chin up to look you in the eyes.

"Kyle- if you think you're burdening me with this, that's far from the truth,, it isn't good to bottle stuff up like that. I'm so sorry baby- " You hum, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But hey,, you are safe, okay? I'm not going to let a single thing happen to you again,,"

Kyle nods, and your heartaches at how exhausted he looks, bringing him close to press a chaste kiss to his red nose, prompting a small smile to pull at his lips. He leans in and rests his forehead against your own, eyes drifting closed as he sniffles, rubbing his nose gently.

"Can we- can we talk about t-this later,,? T-tomorrow, I promise, just- I'm tired (Y/N),,"

You hum in agreement, planting one last kiss on his forehead before pulling yourself up, offering your hands to Kyle to help him, which he instantly accepts. You both make your way out and into the bedroom and your eyes flicker over to the clock- 4 am. You were definitely taking off of work tomorrow.

Kyle makes his way over to the bed, dramatically throwing himself onto it, splaying his arms out. You grin and clamber onto the bed next to him, pulling the covers over your legs and once you're settled in, he curls up next to you. You end up turning on a movie (Back to the Future, Kyle insisted on it and you didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise) and he eventually falls asleep safe and tucked into your arms. This time, thankfully, throughout the whole night, no nightmares to be had.

[brinachiii]

How Would They Take Care Of You When Sick

Characters: Yuni/Mihara, Anis, Rapi, Dolla

A/n: self indulgent, I’m also sick, gender neutral commander, sfw

Yuni / Mihara

You best believe you would get the comfiest bed.

Yuni knows everything about you, including all your favourite snacks.

These two would essentially do whatever you needed to feel better. (After all, they want their favourite toy to get better quick.)

Mihara would probably let you rest your head on her lap as she brushes her hands through your hair.

Overall probably the most gentle of all the nikkes, they’re very aware of the body and how it feels.

Anis

This girl.

She tries her best lol

Probably comes in while you’re dying in bed and she’s like “oh. That sucks.”

Literally just came for her soda but I guess while she’s here…

Sits down on the end of your bed and uses your TV to watch the newest episode of Ark Rangers

Will sit there all day and make fun of you. But out of love, you’re her favourite.

Rapi

The most sensible.

Knows a lot of first aid to use on you (mostly learned from Emma)

Will make sure you have all the medicine and essentials you need.

Unlike Yuni/Mihara though, you’re getting 0 sugar with this girl.

Don’t even beg, it’s an automatic no.

“Respectfully commander, but no. You may not eat this chocolate bar after getting sick off lunch.”

The mom friend.

Dolla

She’ll for once, make sure your medicine is acquired legally. (She’s very sad about it)

If you need a spare organ, best believe girl has connections 💀

Nah but for real, she’s actually such a sweetheart and cares so much.

Will make sure you have the absolute best care she can provide.

But worst case scenario will take you to Pepper or Mary in a heartbeat.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

For our nikkes and then anyone else you want. How about an S.O. who lightly pins them to a wall (trying to be romantic/naughty), leaning in for a kiss, only to get flustered, chicken out at the last minute only to get reversed pinned and kissed themselves.

(Genshin Impact/GoV: NIKKE/GFL) Kabedon Reversal on their S/O

Genshin: Furina, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Lumine, Eula, Yae NIKKE: Rapi, Anis, Neon Girls' Frontline: AK-12, AK-15, M16A1

Furina's voice is caught in her throat the moment S/O catch her in a corner, their arm extending and making sure she couldn't escape.

Her eyes dart left and right, looking anywhere but them.

Until their fingers tilt her chin upwards, making her shut her eyes and pucker her lips for a kiss, her heart beating in her chest.

...For a kiss that never came.

(Furina) "...S-S/O?"

One of her mismatched eyes slowly creep open, noticing that S/O's face was just as red as she felt.

A small smirk grows across her lips as she confidence comes surging back, quickly grabbing their waist and pushing them against the wall.

(Furina) "HA! Now the foot is on the other...u-uh...!"

And when she looks into their eyes, it vanishes just as quickly as it arrived.

No wonder S/O couldn't go through with this, it was nervewracking!

Both her and S/O are too shy to initiate the kiss, instead awkwardly standing at the wall and staring at each other.

Clorinde is caught off guard for only a moment by S/O, her eyes slightly widening as S/O gently pushes her against the wall.

Her surprise is brief as she watches S/O shrink by the second, almost leaning in to presumably kiss her before they quickly back away, stammering an excuse.

(S/O) "S-Sorry, I was just...um...-"

Gracefully, Clorinde quickly switches place with them in one fluid motion, so fast that S/O didn't even realize what was happening at first.

And with a small smile to her lips, she presses it against S/O, both of them sharing a quick but passionate kiss.

Pulling away, her thumb brushes against S/O's cheek affectionately.

(Clorinde) "Not a bad attempt, S/O. But I think I've won this time.

Arlecchino watches S/O's every step, knowing damn well that they were already too flustered to follow through.

But she wanted to know how far this could go, and she simply observes with little change to her expression.

(Arlecchino) "...Well?"

(S/O) "A-Ah...It's just that..."

First of all, S/O was shorter than she was, so it was amusing to Arlecchino that they even attempted this.

Secondly, she would not budge an inch until S/O committed, unblinking and watching them fidget.

S/O sighs and backs off, trying to hide their embarrassment from her.

It doesn't work.

(Arlecchino) "Allow me."

Without warning, Arlecchino pushes S/O against the wall as one arm rested next to their head and she leaned in with no hesitation.

Lumine yelps when she feels S/O corner her into the wall, not knowing how to react.

But she quickly knows what to do the moment she sees just how flushed their cheeks are, a smirk slowly forming.

(Lumine) "Y'know, you're usually not supposed to be that nervous when you're doing it."

(S/O) "S-Stop teasing me!"

With a soft giggle, she simply taps one finger against her arm as she crosses it, waiting for S/O to make the move.

(Lumine) "Make me."

And seeing just how their body froze up from her response gave her all the time she needed to reverse this.

In one fell swoop, Lumine quickly swaps positions and smoothly kisses them in the span of a few seconds, feeling S/O freeze but then relax into her.

Eula chuckles, seeing S/O hesitate to move in for the final motion.

(Eula) "Cold feet, S/O?"

(S/O) "I-I...No, of course not!-"

Her oath of vengeance goes unsaid but its understood between the two of them.

Because she only scoffs at their false confidence before her arm scoops their lower back, and she picks them up easily and has their back against the wall.

Nevermind the fact her own heart was pounding, but with this reversal she would at least be in control, Eula not resisting her urge to kiss them deeply.

If you were going to sweep someone off their feet, then she would have to show them how it's done.

BIG MISTAKE.

Yae was pleasantly surprised that S/O would try something so bold.

Until they hesitated for even just a second, making Yae bare her fangs playfully.

(Yae) "Aww, aren't you so cute?"

And before S/O could even respond, she reverses the situation without breaking a sweat, one finger tracing their neck down to their shoulders.

(Yae) "If you wanted me to do this, you should've asked instead of doing it yourself!~"

Despite her teasing, S/O's attempt made her heart flutter. Now it was time for her to do the same thing, but with the correct amount of confidence needed.

S/O had a lot of bite marks on their neck after the fact.

Rapi's eyes widen as S/O pushes her gently against the walls.

She was unsure of what to do in this situation, but judging by S/O's rapidly increasing vitals, they probably had no idea either.

Or rather, they lacked the confidence to continue.

With her own cores rapidly heating up, Rapi simply chuckles and lets her arms wrap around S/O, letting her forehead rest against S/O's to calm them down.

(Rapi) "Good try, S/O. Would you like some help?"

Someone close to her once said that she should be more assertive. What better way to do so than now?

Twirling in place, albeit slowly, she now had S/O in her previous position, and placing kisses on their lips, cheek, and forehead, hearing them laugh.

She was amazed at her own confidence, but she supposed having someone to love would do that to a girl.

(Anis) "G-GAH! S/O?!"

Anis is for once at a loss for words when S/O has her against the wall.

Oh god, right now?! What if someone walks in-

...Nevermind. Anis just detected S/O's heartbeat climb to higher and higher rates, and that was before she even looked in front of her.

And just like that she immediately regains her snarky composure.

(Anis) "Come on, if you wanna try something as daring as that, you gotta have the backbone for it!"

She's careful not to utilize all her strength as to not crush them, but it was very easy for her to swap positions.

And with one playful kiss against her lips, she pulls back with a toothy grin and continues walking, leaving S/O a flustered mess.

(Neon) "OHGOSH-"

Neon's world spun for a brief moment before her eyes landed on S/O in front of her.

Oh, a kiss! Weird way to do it but whatever-

(Neon) "WAIT! Are you doing one of those Cabbydoms on me?!"

She had seen this talked about in her shows!...She thinks, anyway.

Neon suddenly becomes excited, eagerly waiting for S/O to continue before they immediately averted their gaze, making her pout.

(Neon) "Oh fine, I'll do it myself!"

Neon, despite being so small, aggressively slams S/O against the wall before crashing her lips against theirs.

(AK-12) "Oh?"

12 allowed herself to be gently shoved into the wall behind her, waiting to see what S/O would do.

Much to her amusement, they did nothing after that. Or more accurately, they failed to kiss her after making a valiant attempt.

(AK-12) "Hm, so close.~"

Her eyes open for a brief moment just to tease them, and suddenly pushes them against the opposite wall, still staring into their eyes as S/O's darted to avoid her close scrutiny.

(AK-12) "Look at me, S/O. I'm about to show you how it's properly done."

Kissing them for a brief moment, she pulls away and closes her eyes once more, hearing S/O stutter almost every word and making her giggle.

Well, S/O tried to push 15 to the wall to kabedon them.

Instead, she remained completely still as they failed to even make her budge, making her raise an eyebrow.

(AK-15) "S/O, do you require something?"

(S/O) "A-Ah...n-nothing, don't worry about it."

Detecting their vitals, it was clear S/O was lying. Were they attempting to show affection?

RPK-16 told her of a style to make your lover's heart race, and decided to try it.

15 effortlessly pushes S/O into the wall, picking them up with both her arms and kissing them, hearing S/O yelp before kissing back.

At least it worked.

M16 has a shit-eating grin the entire time, her eyebrows playfully waggling at her S/O.

(M16A1) "Oooh!~ Gonna shut me up, S/O?"

She watched S/O go through six different emotions in the span of a few seconds as she genuinely thought they would kiss her.

And to both her disappointment and surprise, they didn't.

(M16A1) "Don't wuss out, S/O! Gotta back up what you're doing! Like THIS-!"

M16 crashes her lips into S/O before pinning them into the wall, her hands grabbing their wrist, not letting them come up for air until she got her message across.

It was a good thing she both had a few drinks in her, and that they weren't completely alone so her confidence wouldn't shrink.

Truth be told, if they had done this to her in private, then she would be just as nervous. Not that S/O needed to know that.

[fanfics4all]

Hark! The Fallen Angels Sing

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember day 5!

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related<3 Have a nice day/night

Agatha x Male!Reader 

Word count:  1073

Warnings: Satanic stuff, I found this song while trying to think of how to write this and thought it would work well! Also Panic attack! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Song: Hark! The Fallen Angels Sing 

Prompt(s): Caroling 

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Christmas was on its way and everyone was getting ready. The witches and warlocks on The Academy of Unseen Arts were excited. The dark lord wasn’t necessarily a fan of this Holiday, but we celebrated differently than the mortals. Our school was hosting a concert for all the parents. We were all practicing a carol for everyone. My girlfriend Agatha was very excited since she loved singing. It was very cute to see her so excited. We were currently hanging out in the common room alone and Agatha was practicing her singing. 

“Babe, you’re an amazing singer you don’t need to practice.” I said to her once again and she smiled at me. 

“But I want to be perfect for the concert! I want Father Blackwell to be proud.” She said. Her and her sisters were always trying to please him, but he only really ever seemed to see Prudence. I was honestly just happy I got her alone, it was hard to get her away from her sisters. 

“Alright Aggie.” I said with a laugh and a small shake of my head. 

“Are you excited to sing to your family too?” She asked sitting next to me on the couch. 

“I’m excited to introduce you to them.” I answered wrapping an arm around her. 

“Do you think they’ll like me?” She asked playing with her fingers. 

“Of course, what’s not to love about you?” I said and she smiled at me. 

“Well, maybe we should practice singing together!” She said getting up and pulling me with her. 

“Fine, but we’re not straining too much, we have to actually be able to sing when the day comes.” I said with a laugh. 

“Deal!” She said and we started practicing. 

The day was finally here and all the students were backstage getting ready. I walked around trying to find Agatha. I had found Dorcas and Prudence but no Agatha. 

“Hey girls, where’s Aggie?” I asked. 

“She’s just outside, she said she wasn’t feeling too good.” Prudence answered sadly. 

“We were just about to check on her.” Dorcas added. 

“I’ll go check on her.” I said and left. I walked outside and found her panicking. 

“Aggie? Baby?” I asked walking over to her. She looked up at me and I saw tears in her eyes and her breathing was rapied. 

“Hey, calm down baby, everythings okay.” I said pulling her into my chest. 

“Just relax okay? Listen to the beat of my heart and breath with it okay?” I asked and she nodded. After about five minutes or maybe a little more she was relaxed enough to speak. 

“I’m sorry…” She said quietly and I pulled her back. I wiped the few tears she had away and smiled at her. 

“It’s okay baby, what happened?” I asked. 

“I can’t do this…” She answered in a whisper. 

“Do what?” I asked confused. 

“The concert! I can’t do this!” She said starting to freak out again. 

“Shhh, it’s okay baby just relax.” I said and she took some deep breaths. 

“You can do this Aggie, you’ve been practicing for weeks! You’ll do amazing!” I said trying to convince her. 

“I can’t, I’m not good enough.” She said and I shook my head. 

“You’re more than good enough baby.” I said and kissed her head. 

“I’ll be up on stage with you, right next to you, so if you need to you can grab my hand and squeeze it okay?” I said and she gave me a small smile. 

“That’s what I like to see.” I said and pecked her lips. 

“Now, ready to sing?” I asked and she nodded grabbing my hand. 

“Let’s go!” I said and we made our way inside. After a few minutes we were introduced to the stage. The music started and everyone started humming to the melody. 

“Hark! The fallen angels sing “Bless’d to not be following. God had forced us to obey and throw our reasoned thoughts away!”” The girls started the song. 

“If the price of heaven’s keep is consciousness, then that’s not cheap! Why be bound to such great heights when Earth is full of rich delights? Why be bound to such great heights when Earth is full of rich delights?” Us guys chimed in. 

“Here on Earth we don’t need laws oppressing us without just cause.” The girls sang and Agatha grabbed my hand. 

“Cherish all the lights we bring since God spat on our offering! He gave us a nasty toss but that’s our gain and Heaven’s loss! With angelic voices blaze: We’ve fallen to Earth but not from grace. With angelic voices blaze: We’ve fallen to Earth but not from grace.” We all sang and I stole a glance at Agatha. She was smiling and she was definitely more relaxed. 

“We pity those who still want in a prison with a jealous king. Thing of all the hours lost serving a sadistic boss. “Any God who’d punish me when I politely disagree doesn’t care for truth at all!” That’s the fallen angel’s call. God doesn’t care for truth at all. That’s the fallen angel’s call.” We finished and everyone clapped. 

We sang a few more songs then it was over. We all walked backstage and everyone was so happy with the performance. Agatha hugged me tightly and smiled when we pulled away. 

“Thank you Y/N.” she said grabbing my hand. 

“Anything for you Aggie.” I smiled back and kissed her. 

“Ready to meet my parents?” I asked. She nodded with a smile. I took her back out to where all the parents from the coven were mingling. 

“Mother, Father, I’d like to introduce you to someone very special to me.” I said when we reached them. They looked at us with a smile.

“This is Agatha, my girlfriend.” I said. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N speaks so highly of you.” Agatha said and they smiled. 

“You as well, thank the dark lord he found someone so beautiful.” My father said. 

“You were both so lovely when you were up there.” My mother praised. 

“Thank you.” Agatha said to both of them. 

“Come, let’s get to know each other more.” My mother said and we followed them. 

“I think they like you already.” I whispered to her and she blushed. 

“I hope so.” She said and I kissed her cheek. 

“They do, trust me.” I said and we all sat down to talk. 

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[steviemae]

you can’t just leave // sp

requested by anonymous: Hi can you please do a reader x sweet Pea imagine where they reader is short, and they have a big fight, and the reader goes to leave and sweet Pea overpowers her and drags her back because he doesn’t want to lose her. Not in a rapy, abusive way, but because he loves her to much and can’t bear to see her leave. Thankyou and I love your writing! You are very talented and I always love reading your imagines!

Jughead called you in a rush, practically begging you to get Sweet Pea home and calm him down before he did something stupid. After Fangs was shot, your boyfriend went on a rampage destroying whatever was in his path. Letting his anger make his decisions.

After about an hour hunt, Jughead called you back saying he finally got all of the Serpents back to the Wyrm. Sweet Pea was yelling in the background about needing to do something and not wanting to sit here like a bunch of cowards. You let Jughead know you’d be there soon and hung up, putting your full focus on the road in front of you as you let out a deep and annoyed sigh. You loved Sweet Pea with every fiber of your being, but when he only thinks with his fists, you hated it. You hated seeing that side of him and it always resulted in an argument because Sweet Pea was always angry about one thing or another.

Finally reaching the Wyrm, you got out of your car and walked inside right as Jughead has pushed Sweet Pea up against a wall to get him to calm down.

“Baby, let’s go home. Yeah?” you said walking up to the two of them as they sent daggers at each other.

“You got some balls to be calling my girl, Jones.” he growled sending Jughead a death glare, “i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell we’re doing about those damn Ghoulie’s and what’s gonna happen with Fangs.”

“No, you’re coming home with me. There’s nothing you can do right now, Sweets. Let’s just go home and calm down. You can revisit all of this tomorrow.” you put your hand on his forearm, letting your thumb brush over the rough leather of his jacket. He stood firm in his spot, face solid with anger all pointed at Jug at the moment, “Baby, please. Let’s go home.” you stepped forward, trying your best to get him to look at you, but being about a foot shorter than him made it impossible to block his view.

“Fine.” he huffed breaking the staring contest he was having with Jughead to look down at you. You slipped your hand in his jacket pocket, taking the keys to his motorcycle so he’d be forced to ride with you. You hated when he drove his motorcycle when he was angry and tried to prevent that as much as you could.

The two of you walked silently out of the Wyrm, you watched as Sweet Pea headed for his bike. Reaching into his pocket to get his keys, but finding them not there, he turned around and gave you a look. You ignored him as you got into the driver seat of your car, waiting for him to grumpily get into the passenger seat, which he did moments later, not saying a word.

The drive back to Sweet Pea’s trailer was quiet - no music, no speaking, nothing but the sound of your tires as they rolled over the pavement. You knew that one of two things was going to happen when you got home; either Sweet Pea was going to give you the silent treatment all night until he calmed down, which wouldn’t be until right before the two of you went to bed, or he would let his anger get the best of him and the two of you would argue most of the night. You were hoping for option one, but had a feeling the latter would happen.

You put the car in park in front of Sweet Pea’s trailer, waiting for him to say or do anything. When he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, you could tell he was still raging just by the way he walked inside. You let out a sigh before exiting the car yourself and walked inside the trailer. You sat your keys on the counter, taking off your coat and hanging it up by the door. You walked into the kitchen, finding him leaning against the counter taking a long swig of the liquor you had left over from a party you had not to long ago.

“That’s your solution right now? Rage drinking?” you asked leaning against the fridge.

“Gotta channel my anger into something since you and Jones wanna interfere in fucking everything. I can’t take it out on those piece of shit Northsiders for killing my best friend and i can’t go on a wild Ghoulie chase so i’m gonna drink until i can’t feel shit.”

“You sound like your father.” you blurted out. The second those words slip past your lips, you knew you hurt him. And not only did you hurt him, but you fueled his anger even more.

“Yeah? You gonna leave me like my mom left him then?” he snapped.

“No because i know you’re not like your dad. But what you’re doing right now is behavior that resembles his.” Sweet Pea threw the bottle across the room, the alcohol dripping down the wall as the glass splintered off in every direction. You jumped at the noise taking a step back as a few glass pieces fell to the floor in front of you.

“Are you fucking crazy?” you yelled looking at him in disbelief, “i get that Fangs is dead and the Ghoulies are back, but this is not how to handle any of that.”

“How the hell do you want me to handle it then, huh y/n? Want me cry about it? Tell you everything i’m feeling or what’s running through my head? You want me to talk to you about this? No, that’s not how i do things and you know it. One of those bastards shot Fangs and i won’t be okay until they’re dealt with.” he growled.

“So you’re going to beat Mrs. Klump into a bloody pulp to mourn the death of your best friend? That sounds like the only thing that’s going to do is put you in jail for murder.”

“What about the Ghoulie’s huh? Their back too and what’re we doing about it? Absolutely fucking nothing.”

“You’re not thinking clearly, Sweet Pea. and going in blind with only your anger might get you killed too. Jughead was right to tell you to cool it and revisit everything tomorrow.” you grabbed the broom from it’s spot by the kitchen table, starting to sweep up the glass from the bottle Sweet Pea threw.

“fuck off.” he scoffed. you decided not to respond, finishing up cleaning the mess he made. you dumped the glass into the trash before putting the brook and dustpan back where they belong & grabbing your keys off the counter. Sweet Pea watched as you moved to where your coat hung by the front door.

“what’re you doing?” he asked, anger still evident in his voice.

“i’m fucking off.” you quipped, sliding your arms through the sleeves of your coat. as you moved to the door you felt Sweet Pea’s arms go around your waist as he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

“what the hell are you doing, Sweet Pea. put me down!” you demanded

“you can’t just leave. not like that.” he said sitting you on the bed.

“you fucking wanted me to just second ago.”

“i didn’t mean it, obviously.”

“you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

both of you say in silence for a second. you fiddling with your keys as you sat on the bed while Sweet Pea stood, guarding the door to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave.

“can you like, not leave?” sweet pea asked, breaking the silence. you looked up at his face, noticing the sad and hurt that took over his once hard expression. you sighed, tossing your keys onto the dresser and tugging your coat off letting it fall the ground. you stretched out your arms, reaching for Sweet Pea. he took a step forward, allowing you take one of his hands in yours. you ran your fingertips lightly over the skin of his palm before bringing it to you lips and placing a soft kiss right in the center.

“i’m not going anywhere.” you whispered as he moved his hand to cup your face. you closed your eyes as his hung brushed along the skin of your cheek, taking in the calm energy around the two of you.

[trendinglifestylish]

Apa sih Rokok elektrik itu yang lagi nge-trend banget sekarang ?

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Hi, my fellow readers!  Hari ini gue mau review sebuah rokok elektrik yang baru beredar di Indonesia, nih. Gue akan bahas semuanya untuk kalian. Mulai dari harga, pros and cons, sampai cara penggunaannya nih. Yuk kita langsung aja bahas e-cigarette yang satu ini.

Jouz 20

Jouz adalah merk e-cigarette yang baru beredar di Indonesia. Sebelumnya, jouz sudah sukses laris di Rusia dan Korea. Jouz punya beberapa seri rokok elektrik, jouz 12, jouz 20, jouz 20 pro dan jouz S. Masing-masing tipe tentu memiliki kehebatan dan kekurangannya masing-masing. Kali ini yang akan kita bahas adalah jouz 20 karena produk ini baru launched dan sudah mulai dipasarkan di Indonesia dan jouz official store tokopedia sedangkan jouz 20 pro memang belum masuk di Indonesia.  

Price?

Dalam pembelian 1 box jouz 20 di jouz official store tokopedia harga yang dipatok Rp. 1.149.000,-. Di dalam box tersebut kita bakal dapet 1 device jouz e-cigarettes, gagang dan sikat pembersih, kabel charger, tutup pelindung debu, garansi resmi 1 tahun dan buku panduan. Dari packaging-nya jouz terlihat rapi dan elegan dengan box mika bening.

 Quality?

Berikut keterangan tentang devide jouz 20 yang saya dapat dari website resmi jouz.com · Device jouz 20 Mampu memanaskan hingga 20 batang dalam sekali pengisian daya penuh.

· Tipe Baterai Li-ion bisa di isi ulang daya (rechargeable) · Kapasitas 1250 mAh (cukup besar untuk ukuran rokok elektrik) · Input 5V 0.5A (universal dan cepat mengisi daya) · Ukuran 22.6 x 23.6 x 101 mm (seukuran stabilo pen) · Berat hanya 58g (sangat ringan untuk rokok elektrik)

· Single control button alias 1 tombol pengendali

Dapat digunakan dengan berbagai batang tembakau

-          Marlboro iQos Heatstick

-          HEETS Heatstick

-          FIIT

 Pros

·         Cara pakai jouz 20 ini gampang banget, masukkan 1 batang isi tembakau ke lubang yang ada pada ujung device jouz, tekan tombolnya dan tahan beberapa detik, hisap deh rokoknya. Lepaskan batang tembakau jika sudah selesai digunakan.

·         Perawatannya mudah, cukup sikat device jouz 20 dengan sikat dan atau tongkat pembersih yang disediakan jouz.

·         Smokeless jadi asap nggak terlalu banyak seperti vape atau rokok elektrik lain sehingga tidak mengganggu orang lain saat merokok.

·         Bau asap rokok yang dihasilkan tidak terlalu menyengat dan tidak menempel di tubuh.

·         Device jouz bisa di-charge dengan USB port biasa, prowerbank atau pc.

·         Design ringan dan elegant.

Cons

·         Jouz tidak menyediakan atau menjual isi rokok tembakau dengan merk yang sama.

·         Hanya memiliki 2 variasi warna. Hitam dan Putih

·         Sedikit terlalu besar untu Cigs-a-like tapi terlalu kecil untuk ukuran vape.

 Untuk kalian yang masih mau tahu lebih lanjut tentang jouz 20, kalian bisa langsung klik link yang tersedia di sini atau kalian juga bisa lihat instagram jouz.id untuk kamu yang berbahasa Indonesia atau jouz.kr untuk kamu yang berbahasa Korea.

[afandommultiverse]

Morning Love

Pairings - Bucky Barnes X Reader Warnings - Smut (duh), it's lowkey kinda rapy sorry (I don't mean non-consensual) ((Well... -just, it's not rape okay?))  Summary - You wake up very happy this morning

Y/n P.O.V

I felt his hands on my body before I even fully came to conscious. I smiled and hummed appreciatively, welcoming the warmth of one hand and cold from another. He placed the softest of kisses on my sternum, slowly going further down. His hands held on to my hips, keeping me close to his body, pressing me into him. As if I would disappear if he didn't keep me close enough.

I felt my thighs be pushed apart, a delicious sore from the night before strung up my body. My breathing becoming quicker of the events ahead. His hot breath sprayed across my skin. The soft nips and kisses on my thighs getting higher and higher.

My arousal apparent, he kissed my blossoming flower gently. I griped at his shoulder-length hair in begs, desire, and love. His thumbs circled on my soft skin, leaving tingles from the random designs.

His tongue flicked out and slowly slid up, tasting me as If I was an ice cream melting away in the hot sun. In a way I was. My sweet cream melting because of his smoldering eyes looking up at me from under the sheets.

He watched me like a lion watched their prey. His warm muscle drinking me up like I was the only source of water in the dryest dessert ever.

My chest heaved up and down, panting faster and faster. The air in my lungs disappearing as soon as he dived down again. I gasped gently when he bit softly on my nub, careful to not hurt, just enough to have me cry out.

Liquid fire pooled in my belly. The warmth burning through me and coating my skin with a soft layer of salt.

My mouth opens in a soft gasp as he licked a bit rougher. Pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. He gave no mercy as he licked up my dripping self.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I moaned and quivered in delight as the relief of satisfaction washed over me. I called out his name.

"Bucky!" I cried it over and over again as he ravaged me through my cloud nine experience. I pulled at his hair harshly, the soft vibrations of his groanes shotting up and making me stay high just a bit longer.

As I floated down safely, he crawled up to me placing his lips on my own in a loving kiss. He held me in his arms. We looked at each other softly, eyes barely open. He brushed my hair softly, cooing me to sleep.

My eyes completely closed and I listened to his calm heartbeat in my ears. Luring me into a soft blissful sleep.