#and NO dude REPEATS HIMSELF AGAIN and makes it EVEN MORE AWKWARD and im trying to like save the conversation while it gets worse???

[iheartjameshetfield]

dude idk if you got my first req bc the PAGE RELOADED BUT IM SENDING IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE.

giving virgin!james head for the first time!!! the noises he would make omg omg omg. and when you let him fuck your face?? he would be so fucking drunk on the feel of your mouth. squirming n moaning and oh oh oh maybe you are laying down and he straddles your face to have you suck him that way?!/?: i need him. bad.

i almost started crying when i saw this request bc hello virgin subby james is the love of my life <33

you wanted to suck him off so bad, which obviously made him very excited. but when you agreed for him to straddle your face when you suck him off??? fuck he could’ve busted his load right then and there.

this mf eagerly takes a seat on your face, carefully placing his knees at the side of your head. he would be a little awkward, not knowing what to do and scared of suffocating you from this position. this was his first blowjob, so you wanted to be mind blowing for him (literally mind blowing)

you start stroking his semi-hard dick, sticking your tongue out to repeatedly lick the tip, already causing him to shudder as you enjoy the feeling of him hardening even more under your touch. you take just the head in your mouth and you start bopping your head, your hand swirling around the base. when your mouth inches further down on him, james’ eyes widen, his dream finally coming true. you use your spit and precum as a lubricant to make it even more enjoyable for him, obsessing over how vocal he’s being

you take his whole dick in your mouth, your head lifting off the pillow as you try your best not to gag when you stay still, your nose touching the trail of hair on his stomach. james’ moans get louder at this action, so you decide to repeat it a couple more times, causing him to whine as he throws his head back.

you start to swirl your tongue around his head again before pulling away, placing kisses on his pretty dick while you stroke his base, giving it a squeeze here and there. you place your last kiss directly on his tip, smearing the precum with your lips and tongue before delving into him again.

his panting gets heavier and heavier and when he looks down, seeing your plush lips wrapped around his pretty cock, it sends him into a frenzy, whining and moaning while he tries to resist the urge to fuck your face.

“oh fuck you look so pretty.” his eyebrows fuse together longingly as he brings one hand down to stroke your cheek before bringing it to your head, gripping your hair. as much as he tried, he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from sending a strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag. he stop immediately when you gag, afraid of hurting you but you pat his thigh as a sign of encouragement, wanting this to be the best first blowjob anyone can ever get.

“your mouth feels so good, holy shit.” he brings up his elbow to rest it against the headboard of the bed as he looks down to see you giving him the sweetest puppy eyes ever. when he gets comfortable thrusting himself into your mouth, he speeds his actions up, using you only for his pleasure. after all, you told him he can.

he starts to mercilessly piston his hips into your face, finding the wet sounds coming from your mouth and the repeated gagging unbelievably arousing, driving him feral.

“i’m sorry,” he would heave over you whenever he makes you gag. “shit, i’m so sorry. you just feel so fucking good, oh god. i’m sorry.” he repeats his apologies like a prayer.

he uses the hand gripping your hair as leverage to shove you down on him, meeting his hips half way as he thrusts into you. when you feel him twitch inside your mouth, you want to help him increase his feeling of pleasure, so you start to hum and moan around him, the vibrations making him gasp.

“fuck. fuck i’m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard shit.” he warns you, trying to pull your head away just in case you didn’t want to swallow. but you did, oh god, you needed him to. even if you didn’t want to at first, seeing him so happy, having the time of his life with your mouth, you would change your mind if it makes him even happier.

“i’m cumming! oh, oh god. holy…oh, fuck!” he screams, being more vocal than ever as he shoves his dick down your throat, staying still as he finishes in your mouth. you feel his balls against your chin, his tip restricting around your throat as his hot liquid runs down it. you try your best to help get every last drop, using your tongue to suck him dry. he stays this way until he finishes completely, which took a while considering how much he came.

you were starting to run out of oxygen, choking and gagging as you tap his thigh as a sign for him to pull away. he mutters an apology, getting up from you completely before resting his body on top of you.

he holds himself up with one arm to look at you, obsessing over your pink lips as much as you were obsessing over his flushed face and hazy eyes. he notices a little bit of cum and spit dribbling down from the corner of your chin, so he sticks his tongue out, licking it off until he reaches your mouth, giving you the most passionate kiss.

“thank you.” he mumbles against your hot skin when he pulls away, panting from the lack of oxygen from your previous actions. “thank you so fuckin’ much.”

he would be so fucking loud and vocal i cannot stress this enough. i wish i was the first person to give him a blowjob, it would’ve been the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. i mean, just look at him??

[spideyanakin]

Silent Britain - Chapter 5

Tom Holland x Reader

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Summary: You’re pretty new to Hollywood, finally getting a role in a blockbuster Martin Scorsese film, working alongside some of the biggest actors in the game. To your surprise, Tom Holland is playing your love interest in the high-stakes British Gangster film. Eventually, you and Tom become love interests outside the film, but is it too difficult to keep a relationship in all your new found success? Or will you and Tom find your happy ever after?

"Alright, well im going to go-” You choked on your words before wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

~

"It went terribly" You sobbed onto Timothee's pillow as he looked at you with sad eyes, folding his t-shirts and dropping them into his suitcase.

"He hates me."

"Don't say that! I'm telling you, I don't understand his behavior." Timothee shook his head as he thought about what he was going to add to his bag, mixed with why Tom could have possibly been so mad at you. "He really loves you know?" He added as he did a full 180 to grab some of his pants, folding them and putting them on top of his shirts.

"Loved, you mean." You grumbled as you hugged his pillow and wiped the tears from your eyes. "I pushed him away twice and he doesn't want to be pushed away a third time, that's what it is. I brought this on myself. I was a terrible co-star and now karma has it for me."

Timothee looked at you with vague eyes, not knowing what to tell you next. He clapped his hands when he finally got the answer.

"I'm talking to him tomorrow. Let him cool down from whatever happened." He decided.

"What did happen!" You almost screamed and he backed away with a chuckle.

"Calm down Dicaprio in the wolf of wall street."

"That's a specific reference." You folded your eyebrows and looked down at your fingers.

"He's always angry and screaming in this film what do you want." He shrugged before handing you a chocolate bar and taking one for himself.

"Thanks." You grumbled opening the packet, letting the comforting taste bring warmth back to your body.

~

"Morning." Hardy smiled as he rolled his suitcase towards the taxi waiting area.

Tom grumbled something barely audible as he passed right through Hardy, almost hitting him with his shoulder.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Hardy laughed towards Tom who ignored Hardy's playful stare and planted himself right next to Timothee Chalamet.

“You alright Tom?” Timothee turned his eyes to him, clearly seeing the frustration in Tom’s eyes.

“Everything’s fine...” He looked away and scanned the line, surprised when you were nowhere to be seen.

“If you’re searching for Y/n she has the later Taxis and the latest plane” Timothee gave Tom a tight smile.

“Oh...” Tom suddenly felt sad as he realized you wouldn’t be on the same flight as him. But angry when he realized Tom Hardy would.

An assistant waltzed towards Tom’s group and handed out the plane tickets, and some further information about the arrival. Every actor took separate cabs, and Tom found himself walking into the plane in a short amount of time - headphones into his ears desperately trying to push away the anger he felt towards Hardy.

He eyed all the seat numbers until his eyes fell on seat number 38. His stomach did a flip when the window seat was occupied by the one and only Tom Hardy - the one person he didn’t want to see.

While Hardy gave Tom and a large smile, Tom looked away and placed his bag on top. Half a plane of business class seats and he had to be paired with the one person he didn't want to see.

Hardy took the cue and looked down at his phone - a little shaken up by Tom’s coldness.

Two hours into the flight and Hardy got his script out. Tom finally removed his headphones to order something from the flight attendant and the other Tom took it as his cue to nudge his shoulder.

“Hey man.”

“Hey.” Tom said a little harsher than he meant - but what do you want to sound like when the person is trying to steal your girl.

“Martin wrote a new scene yesterday and I’m still trying to learn and practice it - he said it will be the first thing we're going to shoot tomorrow do you mind helping?” Tom looked at the script that was standing on Hardy’s lap and then back to his eyes.

“Um sure.” He gave him a tight smile.

“Thanks." he nodded with a charming smile "Here.” He handed Tom his script. “Alright.” Hardy cleared his throat "You ready?"

"Yeah."

“Alright. Here we go" He gave the cue and started his line. "Lilibet this is a warning.” His line entered Tom’s ears as his eyes scanned the page to make sure they were the right words.

“Father - you don’t understand. This is more than just some-”

“No.” Just like in the script the line cut Elizabeth’s line. “This is about family.”

“He's also my family. If you can’t accept it, then he will be my only family” Tom’s heart pounded in his chest when he realized what the next line was.

“But what about us?” Tom felt his blood turn cold. What he had heard last night was rehearsing and nothing else. Hardy wasn’t trying at all to win you over, he was rehearsing the new scene Martin had written.

Tom gulped. “But, I love him-”

“How is he more important than this family?”

“It’s just ‘How is he more important than this?’ not family” Tom looked into Hardy’s eyes and he gave a thankful smile.

“I always get that one wrong.” He shook his head with a smile breaking from his character and Tom handed him an awkward chuckle in return.

‘Well maybe if he hadn't said the line right yesterday, maybe I would have discovered it was indeed just a scene’ Tom thought to himself before coming back to the lines.

“Im asking it again. How is he more important than this.” Hardy repeated and Tom continued.

“D- dad, you don’t understand.” - ‘If only I had stayed to heard this line’ Tom thought and suddenly felt a strike of stupidity flash through him.

“Hardy do you mind if I leave you for a second.” Tom pointed behind him. “I just remembered something I have to tell Timothee.”

“No problem.”

Before he knew it Tom took Helena’s empty seat and started rambling to Timothee about the whole situation.

“Hey calm down Gnomeo.”

“Gnomeo?”

“What? You wanted me to say Romeo?” Tom didn’t know how to answer. “They both die in the end - I don’t think you’d want that.”

“Can we get back to the actual problem?” Tom shook his head at Timothee’s absurd comment.

“Yes. So the fact that you got jealous for no reason. Because you thought that Edward Thomas Hardy CBE was in the way of your relationship with Y/n?”

“He’s a CBE?” Tom stayed frozen for a second.

“Yeah, men! how did you not know that? Aren't you British?”

“I am-” he wanted to say something but shook his head. “That's not the point.” He sighed in frustration. “and yes....” He grumbled.

“Dude he plays her father.”

“I know-”

“He could be her dad in real life.”

“I also know that.”

“He’s married.”

“I know,” Tom whined.

“He has kids.”

“I know.” He melted in his seat in shame. “But- they’re both such great actors and it sounded so real.” He looked away too ashamed to face Timothee's stare “And I’d just read The Princess Diarist.” Tom grumbled and folded his arms.

“Wait there's a book to the films? Oh my god iconic.”

“No not the princess diaries and there’s always been a book about these - the princess Diaaaarriist” Tom looked at Timothee whose eyes were full of confusion. “Carrie Fisher’s memoir. She talks about her affair with Harrison Ford- it got to my head.”

A loud chuckle filled the gap between the two boys and Timothee had to grab the chair in front of him to stop from laughing at Tom’s stupidity.

“You better tell Y/n that you love her, the second we land.”

~

The tropical air filled your lungs the second you landed. The view was breathtaking and everything was just perfect - apart from the fact that you might had ruined all your chances with Tom.

Great way to set the mood.

You checked into the hotel. Unpacking a few things and washed the flight away with a shower. You threw your clothes into the closet with frustration as you thought of Tom. Your head wasn’t even where it should have been - in the acting. It was far away wondering how in the world could you have been so stupid to push Tom away.

‘Maybe if you had given it a chance. He wouldn’t have been so mad.’ You thought. But that thought was too painful.

You threw on a bathing suit and the first dress your hand landed on and went off to explore Hawaii on your one day ‘off’.

You walked through the hotel garden and found a nice spot on a bench under a few palm trees. You let out a small sigh when you sat down, letting the day flow away from your mind and finally taking a second to focus on the scenes you were filming tomorrow. You thought your peace was going to last until a voice brought you back to reality.

“Hey.” A British accent that was all way too familiar made your eyes open.

“Hey?” You forced a smile as he sat next to you. For a second, there was only the sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing in the palm leaves.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and you turned your head with a quizzical look. “I shouldn't have ignored you yesterday- That was wrong of me sorry.” He shook his head.

“Is it my fault?” You looked into his eyes. “Because I rejected you so many times? I came to tell you how I really felt yesterday. I came to give you a chance and you pushed me away. I guess I know how you feel now." You let out a sad chuckle

“You- you did?” His eyes went wide.

“Kinda yeah” You played with your fingertips.

“I’m such an idiot.” He folded his eyes and sat back.

“You want me to back up that statement?” You smirked.

“Yeah, yeah no need to rub it in.” He let out a stiff chuckle before looking back at you. “I was more stupid than you think.”

“What did you do now?” All the anger and sadness you felt suddenly melted away when you met his eyes.

“I was looking for you to make a huge love speech and ask you to give me a chance but I overheard you rehearsing with Hardy and I didn’t hear the whole thing and thought he was asking you to be with him instead of me.” He ended his rambling with a sheepish grin and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tom he’s married.”

“I know” He whined.

“He has kids.”

“I know.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You shook your head with a smile.

“I know.” He looked at you with a small smile. “Forgive me?”

“Yes. I forgive your jealous ass.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Now can we stop making each other cry or scream?” You giggled. “And finally... freaking finally get this to go somewhere.” Tom nodded at your every word.

“Y/n?” You nodded when he called your name. Tom smirk as an idea flashed through his eyes. He got down on his two knees and placed his hands on either side of your hips, looking right into your eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Tom. I will be your girlfriend.” You chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips - sparks flying at the contact. Your hand climbed up to Tom’s curls - Tom smiling into the kiss.

“You’re not going to stop it this time?” He chuckled in between kisses.

“Never again” You shook your head. “I’m all yours.”

~

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[burglarbagginsbag]

Alright so I have this fic idea which I’m probably not going to write out bc I’m not fluent in English BUT my idea that i had for a bamf!Bilbo bagginshield fic:

Everyones already seen it and probably read it but Bilbo is a bamf (AU)

Important background information: Bilbo is like half dwarf (regarding strength, life expectancy, etc) but still has the appearance of a hobbit which is why (even though he has been out on adventures already) he was able to settle down in the shire and blend in with the mass without any problems

So when Gandalf goes to bag end to recrute Bilbo as a burglar Bilbo recognizes him immediately bc they’ve been on adventures together before (and yes bilbo is happy to see gandalf bc im a sucker for bilbo and gandalf being friends)

And Gandalf is like “ok you see theres this dwarf king and his 12 ppl who need to reclaim their homeland and i dont want them to get themselves killed by accident so could you go with them?”

and bilbo is like “i actually have enough gold i dont rly need a new job but it sounds kinda fun, bring them over for dinner and then tell me more”

So Gandalf is satisfied and tells thorin and his company that they are expected for dinner

When Bilbo prepares for the evening he watches out that some of his curls cover his eyes and a part of his face and puts on baggy clothes so his stature isnt revealed bc no one outside the shire really knows what bilbo looks like - they only heard stories about him and bilbo wants to keep it this way

Dwalin arrives and is like “at your service” and Bilbo is actually polite and everything, shows him the dining room and welcomes dwalin and dwalin is like “??? isnt this a hobbit shouldnt he be kinda freaked out? ok guess gandalf was right when he said that this dud is chill”

and so bilbo welcomes all the dwarfes (except thorin of course bc this dwarf lost his way twice) and they are all a bit surprised by the hospitality but dont complain

So movie verse they eat and throw food and all and even though bilbo is not pleased he doesnt say anything but observes his guests, cocks an eyebrow at gandalf from time to time while gandalf shoots him half amused half apologetical smiles

And then thorin knocks, everyones going silent again and gandalf says “he’s here”

And Bilbo opens the door by himself looks at the dwarf while thorin just enters not even looking at bilbo but greeting gandalf and you see in gandalf’s face that he is half panicking about what bilbo will say but bilbo just snorts amused and goes back to the dining room

gandalf follows him so the rest of the company follows gandalf and bilbo just shoots a look at the wizard like “are you serious you said dwarfs are coming here not unpolite and ungracefull beings without manners”

Gandalf tries to cough the awkwardness away “ALRIGHT, now that we’re all here we shall discuss the plan!!”

And Thorin just doesn’t get it, he doesnt get why gandalf seems so nervous around the hobbit whose name he doesnt even know (he leans into Balin and asks for the hobbits name out of pure interest but balin just shrugs realizing that the hobbit hasnt given away his name to anyone)

So now they entered the hobbit hole, ate bilbos food and dont even know what he completely looks like or what his name is

Gandalf repeats the plan mostly for bilbo so he knows whats going on and after the wizard is done bilbo hears a “thats what we need a burglar for!”

And gandalf looks so done bc he looks at bilbo and bilbo just snorts and smirks because all his life and after all he has done he has never been called a simple “burglar”

Bilbos occupation is the following: his mother was still belladonna and a took and his father was like mentioned above a dwarf, so while both of them died they still taught him a lot. His father showed him how to fight in general and with a sicklesword and how to throw knives. Training was never a problem for bilbo because (half dwarf) he has a lot of potential strength. His mother taught him about stealth and plants especially poisonous ones so soon bilbo was not only able to fight but to make mixtures of poisons and still being as quiet as only a hobbit can be

Bilbo’s father was a warrior and had to go on a mission but he knew that the enemy had information and that by just “kiling them off” the information would be lost. Having trained his son for many years and knowing that bilbo can be completely silent and probably deadly if desired he decides to take bilbo with him, bilbos mission is to knock someone out with a throwing knife to the shoulder which is covered in narcotics

Bilbo does an excellent job and his father is impressed and is like “i know you’ve never seen anything like this, youve never killed we only trained but i think you would be ready to fight by my side after we got our information out of this dude”

And Bilbo is both really good at fighting and at getting information out of the dude (I imagine him using some non toxic but pain bringing mixtures)

Bilbo and his father return home safely and Bilbo finds himself both guilty and thrilled bc he just killed like A TON of people with his father but at the same time it was exciting and he has this itch in his fingertips to do it again

After some years both of his parents die and not being able to stay in the Shire due to the memories bilbo travels through middle earth, hides his identity and then he hears someone in a pub talking about “killing someone for the better and how he would give a ton of gold to the person who could take out his target” and bilbo is like “oh” and goes out, satisfies the itch in his fingers, kills the person and demands his gold

The news spread like fire and everytime rumors come up about someone that should be killed for a good purpose bilbo will investigate, see if the person should really be killed, and if so will take the person out and demand his gold

Back to present events Thorin is like “do you think this is funny, hobbit? do you think the legacy of my kin is something you are allowed to laugh about? what do we need a hobbit for anyway?”

And Bilbo just pats his shoulder takes the contract that Gandalf held in his hands without saying anything and starts reading it

after he is done everyone looks at him not sure if they should be impressed or unnerved by this hobbit who seems to think so highly of himself that he can disrespect the king

but before anyone could say anything bilbo has signed the contract while looking at thorin from under the curls that covers his eyes giving him a smug smile and you just see that thorin is “this” close to snapping

Bilbo asks when they depart and gandalf says that they will leave by break of day

Thorin considers leaving earlier so they dont have to take the hobbit with them but doesnt say anything

Next day the dwarfs expect bilbo to have a ton of bags with him and that he would be in disadvantageous robes for traveling and they could laugh about him

But the sight they are greeted with is just? (I actually have some concepts in my head for Bilbos outfit but i dont rly know if anyone wants to see them BUT)

Bilbo is wearing of course no shoes but he is wearing long trousers with leather armor around his shins and knees, flexible but still protecting him; he wears a thin chainmail and over that a normal shirt, his arms are protected by thin leather which still looks resilient; a dark cloak which is secured with a clip around his neck; starting by his collar bones down to his navel in a “v” shape are all in all 12 throwing knives attatched in holsters and a sickle sword hangs at each of his sides; his hair which reaches his shoulders is tied up in a simple bun and in front of his face there is a short veil so that only his lips are visible; sewn onto his belt he has like 20 little bottles with different mixtures and poisons and he carries one simple backpack

and the dwarfs are like??? armor??? which looks??? high quality??? weapons??? on this hobbit??????

and they turn to gandalf and gandalf just tries to suppress a laugh at the surprised faces bc he just knew that out of sulkiness bilbo would not even try to hide any of his weapons but present them to the dwarfs

and like this basically the movie verse story would be retold

and it would be a bagginshield fic - oh my god it would be a bagginshield fic

[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama Part 8

WELL THAT GOT LONGER THAN I INTENDED. But I guess that’s what happens when you have a majority of the people in one place XD

I hope this chapter went well... It felt kinda rambly, but it was fun seeing people play off each other. It was hard to get the same level of depth with characters as previous chapters with so many, but hey, interactions are fun too! Hope you guys enjoy.

As always, the species of lamia in this fic belong to @vex-bittys

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           Keith and the rest found Alex pretty easily. And a few other lamia that were either allowed free roam or had just slipped out. She didn’t seem to notice the onlookers, more caught up in petting Oozy… who wasn’t technically in his hammock. Maybe it’s best he didn’t make that bet with Hux earlier. Sure, Oozy’s close to the hammock, but Hux would absolutely rules lawyer him and demand snacks because he’s not in the hammock. Hux was a rule stickler… when and only when it helped him in some way. Eh, Keith could roll with it though (even if his dice sometimes couldn’t, but that’s what a DM screen is for).

           Keith was hesitant to break up the cute moment between the two – Oozy was apparently having the time of his life, and Alex seemed pretty wrapped up in it herself, humming some tune or another while stroking him. Keith listened, trying to place it, but…

           She was repeating it, huh? Was that the only part of the song she knew? Then again, it seemed like the good part, whatever it was. Easy enough to pick up too. Keith started humming along.

Hux rolled his eyes, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “great, two of them” and slithered over, “Yo. Girl person. Ya coming or what?”

Alex looked up, “I mean, yeah, I think? Coming where?”

“nooooooooo…” Oozy said, taking her hand and putting it back on his head. “Sorry guys. I’m stealing her. She’s my personal petter now. That’s the rules.”

“Since when?!” Hux said.

Oozy looked a moment, then licked her hand. “I licked her, she’s mine.”

Keith stared at him in shock, not sure whether to laugh or slap him. “Dude.”

Nikolai gave a heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Don’t lick party members. Or people in general.”

           “How does that work anyways? You’re a skeleton,” Alex said.

           “Maaaagic,” Keith said, wiggling his fingers in emphasis. “In other words, uh… Monster biology is weird. Or half monster biology. Whatever the fuck we are.”

           Nikolai nodded, “More or less, yes. I can explain it in more detail later, if you’d prefer.” He started coming forward and Alex inched away. Keith hissed before he could catch himself, but Nikolai didn’t seem offended. Instead, he lowered himself in a bow, “And I’d like to apologize for how I acted earlier… I’ll admit I, erm… Overreacted. But we’ve had issues in the past of people coming in to steal babies or eggs, one of the fools tried to snag a mamba egg and got himself killed. I just get a bit jumpy about strangers around them.”

           Alex nodded, relaxing a little, but still staring off at a clock instead of Nikolai. Her hand continued to run across Oozy as she said, “I get it. They’re just little dudes, too freaking small. And some are venomous. Not like you knew me.”

           “Still, I should’ve given you more of a chance or at least asked you politely to leave before turning to threat displays,” Nikolai said.

           “Eh… It was my fault,” Keith said. “I should’ve warned ya I was bringing someone in. Anyways, let’s try this again. Alex, this is Nikolai. He could probably fuck you up, but he’s everyone’s mom.”

           Nikolai made no move to deny it.

           “Hux here is the grumpy snake. He’ll warm up to ya.”

           “No I won’t.”

           Keith rolled his eyes, “He’s just a grump.”

           Hux mumbled to himself.

           “I think you’ve met Oozy pretty well by now.”

           “Sup,” Oozy said, making absolutely zero movement.

           “And, erm… Nikolai, you’ve got Trousle, right.”

           “Hello human! I’m Trousle! Please let me say hi.” Said Trousle’s little speaker. He was poking out from Nikolai’s sleeve, apparently wrapped around his arm.

           “He’s mute, but he’s pretty fast at typing. Got his own phone and everything,” Keith said, watching this girl intently. Apparent soulmate or not, if she was dick about Trousle, she was out of here. She might’ve earned Oozy’s enthusiastic (well… enthusiastic by his standards, dude looked like a kid in a candy store, but the world’s laziest kid) approval, but he wasn’t going to let an asshole mess with the little dude. Hux would warm up, that was more him being a bit of an ass than her, but he’d get over it… probably.

           “Oh that’s cool! Do you have a phone number? Honestly I think my fingers work better than my mouth sometimes, but I guess talking out loud doesn’t really have a backspace key? But yeah! C’mere… Wait, I can hold him, right? Snakes are just, like, noodle puppies.” She paused, looking at everyone in the room. “I’d offer to hold you guys, but I am literally the second smallest person in here. I mean, guess we can try, but I don’t think it’ll go well?”

           Keith snorted. Gosh, she was something, huh? A little awkward, but who wouldn’t be super awkward in this situation?

           Nikolai brought Trousle over and she draped him around her neck. He nuzzled her cheek, giving her little scratches behind the ear.

           … should someone tell him that she’s not a dog?

           …

           Naaaaaaaaaah. She didn’t seem to mind anyways,

           Hux made a fake-gagging gesture at the two and Keith rolled his eyes, whispering at them, “Oh let’em have this. It’s cute.”

           “I’m getting diabetes. Like, right now. They’re just beaming diabetes across the room.”

           “Be nice,” Nikolai said, “It’s not going to kill you to have to actually smile at a human once in a while.”

           “Yes it will. It’s, like, a terminal thing. If I smile at a human, I will instantly turn to dust.”

           No such condition had ever existed and likely never would.

           Keith’s first instinct was to back up Nikolai, but it was almost an in-joke that he’d at least try to defend Hux no matter how clearly in the wrong the guy was. Admittedly, it was as often as not either due to boredom or just feeling bad for the guy…

           It’s not like Hux didn’t have a point – a point that he had iterated in frustrated, sometimes tear-filled tirades at least a few dozen times. He didn’t want to be treated like a pet, he’s allowed to not want to be a pet. Sure, not every adopter is like that. Some might’ve been looking for pets, yeah, but just as many want a kid or a friend, especially with full sized lamia. It could be more or less just like adopting any other monster, save for needing a good deal more raw meat. But Hux didn’t see it that way… Not that Keith ever blamed him. There wasn’t a huge market for full-sized Corals, their reputation as being stubborn, a bit lazy, and tsundere as hell was cute in something you could pick up and snuggle as it chirped indignantly and secretly enjoyed it – like an extra intelligent, reptilian cat – but less so when it was just as big as you and probably stronger. Everyone wanted a housecat, no one wanted a mountain lion. Or those that did need something to growl and hiss would probably pick Kings or Mambas.

           Nikolai gave a long-suffering sigh, “You will not turn to dust if you’re forced to be nice every now and then.”

           “Yeah I will. It’ll, like, strangle my soul or some shit. Keith, back me up here. Tell ‘im.”

           Nikolai had the distinct impression of a haggard mom trying to reason with an unruly kid. He just looked so done. Dude could handle customers, angry mamba moms, being a jungle gym for babies, and training employees who may or may not have believed he knew he what he was doing, but Hux was his breaking point.

           Keith stifled a chuckle, stuffing his hands in his pockets as his mind worked over what to do… He didn’t want to just abandon Hux – Nikolai would know it was just him being a loyal bro – but Alex wouldn’t. She might not’ve been looking at them, but he caught the way she kept glancing over…

           “Welp, ya heard him. He’s sick. I prescribe ten CC’s of coffee with extra sugar and bribery with shiny objects.”

           Hux’s head popped up, body at attention. “I’m listening… How many shiny objects are we talking.”

           “… we’re not bribing him.”

           “I’ve got extra dice?” Alex said hesitantly. Trousle was looking at her in concern, patting her face. She said, “I mean, I kinda like having all my dice, but I guess I don’t need seven sets… I’m keeping the black ones though, they’re good for fight scenes. And the orange ones, they were my first set ever and are not for sale. Also, the green and purple ones are just a fae vibe, I’m keeping them. They’re just average, but I like them.” Pause. “And the lesbian dice are mine. They won’t like you anyways, you’re a boy.”

           All of them nodded understandingly. You could only play DnD so long and not get irrationally attached to the colorful little click clack rocks of fate.

           “That counts as one shiny object,” Hux said.

           “There are seven in each set!” Pause. “Well, more or less. I’ve lost some over the years.”

           “You’ve got a point… More dice for the dice dragon! Mwahahahah!” Hux said, hamming it up.

           Keith’s mouth twitched into a grin as he shook his head at the goof. How was he this cute? Just… goober. His friend is a total goof sometimes.

           “Can I try the lesbian dice?” Trousle asked, holding himself at an awkward position to type.

           “I… I guess? Just give them back after…” Alex said. She ran a finger across Trousle’s head, smiling as he let out little breathy attempts to “Nyeh.”

           “Why are they lesbians anyways? Do they only work for girls?” Nikolai said.

           “Here, lemme show you.” She unzipped one of the pouches on her bag and brought out a baggy full of dice that were lesbian flag colored. “My friend got them for me for Christmas.”

           “That’s amazing. I want twelve,” Keith said.

           “You’re not a lesbian… or a girl! I think… I mean, if there’s something you want to tell us, that’s fine, but I was under the impression you weren’t even interested in relationships,” Nikolai said.

           “Maybe I could get, like… Dice that are for people who are just no.”

           “Ace and aro. Probably,” Alex said.

           “Oh cool. Words for it. Nice!”

           “Give me words for friends with everyone! I want a flag too!”

           “I… I don’t know if there’s a flag for that? Maybe we could put a dog on a flag? It’d be hard to make dice with dogs on them though,” Alex said.

           “Ya could put a little dog face on every side and interpret the roll based on how much they’re a Good Boy,” Keith said.

           “That would only roll Nat 20’s,” Alex said, deadpan.

           “… good point. It could be the luckiest dice,” Keith said, grinning.

           “I AM THE GOODEST BOY. Give me dog dice.” Trousle said, tucking the phone away to throw his little fists in the air, a gleam in his eye as he sat on Alex’s head.

           Keith laughed. “Oh my gosh. I mean, that sounds adorable, but, uh… I think that miiiiight be a little too game breaking, even for me.”

           “Give me dog dice.” He slithered back down to around Alex’s neck, holding himself out towards Keith the best he could and giving some mix between a glare and a pout.

           “Trousle no.”

           “Trousle YES,” Alex said.

           Troulse nodded enthusiastically, bouncing in place so hard that he fell off and Alex yelped as she caught him.

“Are you alright?!”

           Trousle gave a thumbs up, coiling around her arm.

           Oozy had apparently fallen asleep on the floor, so Hux poked him with a stick, making Oozy whine. “Soooooo… Are we gonna get Glitterass, or are we just shadow banning him from this? I mean, I wouldn’t say no if we are…”

           “We should probably go get him, yeah,” Keith said. “Ya ready Alex? Liam’s a mamba, and one of his eyes don’t work. Try to stay on his good side, literally. Metaphorically too if you want, but he doesn’t like having people where he can’t see or hear them well.” Not that anyone would like that, just courtesy really, but maybe not something you’d think of immediately.

           Alex nodded, “Alright, let’s go!”

[troop-scoop]

Mistakes & Regrets XXIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, fluff and angst :) (Im so sorry in advance)

• • • 

November 5th 1984

It was a cold November morning. Two days after everything. A Monday. It felt weird to go back to what the new normal had become. Waking up alone in an apartment, getting ready and then making your way to the only coffee shop in town, before going to school. 

When you and Steve had been dropped off at your apartment you’d found it in disarray. With furniture moved, and Poloroid film cartridges tossed about, empty. 

You didn’t bother to clean it that night, just taking a shower and falling asleep. You drove Steve to where his car was by the abandoned tracks yesterday. His bruises healing and his cuts still bandaged, but now with bandaids that didn’t come from Lucas’ bag, that were from his nine year old sister. 

Parking your car, you leaned back into your seat. Jonathan’s words were on repeat in your head. And had been since you dropped Steve off. 

‘You’re both oblivious.’

Was he right? You didn’t quite know. But the more you thought about it, the more likely it seemed. 

Grabbing your coffee and the pastry bag you got out of the car, closing the door and locking it. You didn’t even want to be here, you wanted to be cleaning your apartment and listening to music. The apartment did need cleaning after all. But you made your way to the front entrance to the school.

“Hey!” 

Looking to your right you saw Steve jogging to catch up to you, his bruises now more purple and yellow in color than the bright screaming red they were before. 

Smiling a bit you stopped for him. “What’s up? You doing okay?” You asked.

When he caught up, the two of you began walking together. 

“I think I should be asking you that.”

Furrowing your brows you looked up at him. “What do you mean?” 

Even though the bruising and cuts affected how he expressed his emotions through his face, you could tell he thought you were playing dumb. 

“Oh. . . the tunnels?” 

He nodded a bit, taking the pastry bag from you and pulling out the sandwich you often bought for him, leaving your muffin. 

“I’m fine.” You responded, a white lie, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t lied to him before, but every white lie or half truth you gave him hurt you a little more. 

Steve looked unconvinced but said nothing. There was a sense of awkwardness between the two of you as you continued into the school. You didn’t know if it was because he knew you lied, or because of something else. 

The hallway was crowded, with students trying to make their way to their lockers, with plenty of them getting in the way and bumping shoulders with you. 

You looked up from the linoleum floor, seeing Tommy, Carol and Billy all at another girl’s locker. Billy had a bit of bruising on his face, but not much. Glaring at him, you turned your attention away. 

“You should smile more, L/n. You’d be prettier.” 

The comment made you clench your jaw, as you continued down the hall, “Ignore him.” Steve grumbled . And you did, for approximately 10 seconds before you heard Billy say something else. 

“It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, clutching your coffee and the bag that held your muffin. You’d gotten plenty of comments on how’d been raised when you were a kid, plenty of comments about your fathers. But that? That was too far. 

“What did you say?” You demanded, turning to face the group, seeing Tommy and Carol looking amused while the other girl had a snide look on her face. 

“You heard me, princess.” 

You walked to a locker, placing your coffee and muffin on top of the metal, and slipping off your bag, leaving it on the floor. Steve attempted to grab you, but didn’t react in time as you walked to Billy, fists clenched before you stopped a foot away from him, chin up as you stared up at him. People were staring now.

“Hargrove-” Steve had walked over, ready to deescalate the situation. It wasn’t really a thing he wanted to see happen at 7:30 in the morning. 

“Steve, I’ve got this.” You told him, and with that, he took a step back. “Say it again, Hargrove, I fucking dare you.” 

Billy only looked more amused at that, and turned his head to Tommy. “You see this?” He turned back to you and smirked. “It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” He repeated.

That was all it took, within a second you’d laid a punch to his face, the back of his head slamming against a locker. 

“Holy shit!” 

The clamoring of voices began as you grabbed the collar of Billy’s jean jacket and held him against the locker. “I’m not your fucking princess. And you don’t know shit about me.” You told him. He seemed confused for a moment at how you had a grip on him, and everyone else was telling you to let him go, no one wanting to get involved. Everyone knew not to get involved when two girls fought. But what did you do when a girl and boy were fighting. “You don’t get to say shit.”

He pushed you away and when he did you reached up and grabbed a fistful of his permed hair, pulling him along with you. 

“Y/n! Stop!” 

“Oh, my God.” 

You threw Billy to the ground. You’d been in fights before, but it had been awhile. The last ‘fight’ you just initiated by hitting Steve, but you didn’t finish it. 

Billy got back onto his feet, wiping his lip and catching a drop of blood on the pad of his thumb. “Hit me, bitch. Fucking hit me!” You yelled at him. “Or do you just reserve that for your sister and little boys?”

He was angry now and took large strides over to you, trying to swing but you swerved out of the way, shoving his shoulder and letting him hit the locker. 

Still no one knew what to do. How often did you see a girl beating a guy in a fight in a conservative state in the 80’s? Never, if ever. 

He recovered quickly and pushed you so harshly you hit the locker across from the one he’s hit. And you could feel the sharp edge of the vent hit your forehead. It was a hot pain, and very familiar. You knew that you had a cut on your head. 

Turning to look at him your turned your neck to pop it, and in the process, popped your knuckles as well. “Y/n, you need to stop-” Before Steve could finish his sentence you began approaching Billy again, only to have someone come behind you and lift you up, trying to drag you away. 

Lifting your feet into the air and using whoever was trying to drag you away from the situation as leverage you began to kick at the older boy, getting him in the thigh before whoever it was, lost their balance and fell with their back against a locker. And when you landed between their legs, with your back against their chest, You could tell it was Steve, who’d seen enough when he’d seen the single drop of blood beginning to form on your head when you hit the locker. 

He knew to get it to stop he had to get you first. 

“You’re just a good for nothing redneck!” You shouted, struggling against Steve’s grip that was almost like a vice. “Let me at him! I’m gonna fucking kill him!” 

Before Billy could even approach the two of you, Tommy had stopped him. “Dude, don’t lose to a girl.” 

“A girl? Motherfucker my cock is bigger than yours!” You hadn’t gone completely batshit in a long time. Since middle school. And you used to give off ‘crazy bitch’ vibes. And you were sure that’s what was happening. 

“Jesus-”

“I will peg your Jesus!” 

“Y/n? What the hell?” Nancy asked, pushing past the front line of students who had surrounded you guys, and soon after was Jonathan, who had wide eyes upon seeing you struggle against Steve’s grip

“He’s a cunt!” You shouted, directing it to Billy who just stood, taking deep breaths and very clearly upset and full of anger. In a split second of sudden anger he turned and punched a dent into the locker behind him. 

“Aw, big strong man! Just has to prove how big and strong he is by punching things and threatening children!” You said in a condescending voice. “Get some fucking therapy, douchbag!” 

You stopped struggling when the principal broke through the line of students as well, seeing the three of you in the center. His eyes landing on you and Steve, before going to Billy. 

“What happened here?”

“He said I have daddy issues.”

• • •

“never, and I mean never, let anybody push you around.”

Your dad wasn’t a fool. You’d known that your entire life. You’d known he was clever since you knew what the word meant. He and Pa both were. So you always listened to what they had to say, no matter how much you didn’t want to. 

And when you dad said that to you after you hit that fifth grader in second grade, you repeated those words in your head whenever in an administrative office. 

But while you were calm and sitting with your arms crossed, glaring at Billy through the opened Nurse’s office door, Steve was sitting next to you, bouncing his knee out of nervousness. Reaching out you placed your hand on his knee to stop the bouncing, and reluctantly, he stopped. 

A few more moments of silence followed, before you could see his shoulder shaking. Looking over at him, he was quietly laughing to himself, covering his mouth so he didn’t get any looks from the staff. 

“What?” 

Steve didn’t answer, instead burying his face in his hands and leaning forward, continuing to laugh for seemingly no reason. 

“Are you high?” 

He looked at you with a bright smile before asking. “Did you really tell Tommy that you had a bigger dick than him?” It was quiet enough to make sure none of the secretaries or counselors heard his, making sure that they didn’t chastise his language. 

A smile came to your face, half in disbelief and the other in true amusement. Because out of everything that happened in the last week, he was laughing. He was smiling and laughing over something you’d said. 

“I said cock, but yeah.” 

Steve audibly laughed which only triggered you to start laughing as well. Earning a few shushes from the secretaries, but that only made you laugh harder. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Steve chuckled, his laughter dying down as he leaned back in his seat. Both of you settling down to just smiles on your faces. “You’re unbelievable, and a dumbass.” He added, leaning to the side a bit to nudge your shoulder with his. 

“I’m your favorite dumbass though.” 

December 2nd 1984

“They stopped sending checks since they shut down, and I don’t think I dip into my savings for rent every month, I already spent enough trying to get the car repaired.” You spoke, wiping down the counters in your kitchen.

“Did you try to calling them?” Nancy suggested, with Jonathan drinking a glass of water on the other side of the kitchen. 

“”Oh right, cause a shut down lab is gonna have people ready to answer the phones.” You grumbled, putting the the rag under the sink with the bleach you’d used

“And you didn’t renew your lease?” Nancy questioned as you leaned against the counter, running a hand through your hair in contemplation. 

“Nancy, why in god’s name would I renew my lease if I won’t be able to pay my rent in a few months? Hm? Riddle me that, detective.” You were being rude, and you knew it. It’d been like that for awhile and you couldn’t put your finger on exactly why. 

Jonathan sighed a bit. “I could talk my mom, I’m sure she’d let you move in with us.” He offered. 

“No, you guys are already cramped in that house, I’m not gonna add to it.” You told him, shaking your head. 

Shaking his head, Jonatan put his glass of water down and turned his attention to just you. “Think about it, all the Byers, under one roof, mom is always asking to update her on you. If you moved in, it would ease her anxiety about you living on the other side of town, plus whenever you can’t sleep at least you won’t be home alone.”

Jonathan had good points. Except by ‘can’t sleep’ he meant you would wake up at random points in the night with a gut wrenching feeling. Like something was about to happen to you. And you hated being home alone when it happened. 

“Okay, I guess.” 

December 14th 1984

Grabbing a box from the backseat of Steve’s car, you moved to the front of the house. You barely had anything to begin with, it wasn’t hard to get your valuables in boxes and get them into Steve’s car to go to the Byers home. 

You were thankful that Steve was even willing to drive you there and help you get boxes inside. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot. 

But you assumed one of the only reasons he agreed to actually get boxes inside was because Jonathan was at work. Meaning he didn’t have to see him again. They were on good terms, but still didn’t like to talk.

“Mom, who’s room is she going to be staying in?” Will asked as you set the box down on the coffee table.

“We have that one empty room, That’s her room now.” Joyce told him, picking up the polaroid from one of the boxes and looking at it with a small smile, remembering whatever memory it was in which Bob told Jonathan and Will to give it to you as a gift. 

Going back outside you grabbed the last box, turning back to the front door to see Steve leaning against the frame, staring at you with an absentminded smile.

Smiling back, you closed the door to his car, walking back to the house and handing the box off to him. “Can you put this in the hallway?” You asked. He nodded and took it inside. 

It was going to be odd living with other people again. You hadn’t done that in over a year, and were still hesitant to even take a look at the empty room she talked about putting you in. It was the smallest room in the house but that wasn’t too big of a deal. You barely took up much space in the apartment. 

Hearing a car on the road, you turned as saw Hopper’s vehicle approaching the house. When he got close enough he stopped and got out. 

“Hey, Chief. “ You greeted him as he walked over, holding an envelope. 

“Hey, kid. Where’s Joyce?”

“Inside.” You shrugged, going inside yourself as he followed after. Making your way over to the bedroom you grabbed your backpack and one of the boxes. 

Much to your surprise, there was a bed in the room, and a nightstand, and a dresser. “Wow.” You muttered. 

Steve looked to you while he sorted a few of your things out in the box he’d taken to the room when you first got there. Most of it cosmetic or hair care products. 

“What?” He questioned, setting a makeup bag down on the wooden dresser,  while you dropped your bag off at the end of the bed and set the box you had on top of the dresser as well. 

“Nothing.” You muttered quietly. “Just been awhile since I’ve lived in the same house as an adult.” You joked lightly, taking out a few of your text books and putting on the dresser. 

He looked down a bit and nodded, staying quiet. “Why’d you say that you and Jonathan were family?”

Looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. His eyes seemed more than curious. Almost as if confused. Maybe hurt? You couldn’t pinpoint it. But it plucked at your feelings seeing him look at you like that. 

“He’s like family.” You lied. You’d become quite good at it, compared to a year ago. You used to be the worst liar in the world. You dad could tell when you were thinking of a lie to a question that hadn’t even been asked yet. But that could have been because he was your dad. Because he’d seen every moment of your life. “He’s like a brother.”

Steve’s face shifted a bit, like he knew you weren’t quite telling the truth, but deciding to believe it. Like he didn’t really want to know the truth. Grabbing onto his arm you smiled a bit. “You’re still my best friend, even if I’m living with the Byers.” 

You smiled at each other for awhile before hearing Joyce call for you. “Guess that means I should probably go.” He told you. 

“Probably.” You agreed quietly, watching as he left the room before you, leaving you in silence, with boxes and the faint smell of his cologne hanging a bit in the air. You wanted to reach out and keep him from going. But something inside told you not to. That you couldn’t. 

Leaving the room a moment later you saw Joyce and Hopper standing in the dining room, with Joyce looking over whatever had been in the envelope that Hopper had brought to her. 

“Hey.” 

Joyce turned her head and smiled at you, holding out the paper for you to take. Reaching out you grabbed the paper. You noticed the words ‘State of Indiana’ at the top. Looking further down you saw ‘Birth Certificate’ 

Sparing the two a suspicious and unknowing glance you read more, looking at the first field that had been filled out. 

Full name of child: Y/n L/n Byers

Y/n Byers. That was you. That was your name, on an official document, for the first time in a long time.

You saw your birthday, followed by the year 1968, the year everyone thought you were born in already. “Byers?” You asked, looking up at them. Hopper nodded with a soft smile, and Joyce had an excited look. 

“He got Owens to pull some strings. Legally. . . You’re now my daughter.” 

“You adopted me?” You questioned, tilting your head a bit in confusion. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Only Jonathan knows. We’re not gonna tell Will.”

December 31st 1984

This was a terrible idea, you were both very aware of that around 7 pm when Steve picked you up from the house. But now that it was 11pm, with music blasting throughout the entire building your frontal lobe was failing you. 

You’d downed a few drinks and were practically using Steve as balance like you had the year before. Your head was against his chest, and your arms around his torso while he continued to drink from his cup. 

You were aware that there were drugs being passed around, you could smell the weed from where you were, and you’d seen the band that had played downtown in the corner doing something. Psychedelics maybe. How Steve heard about a party in Detroit, you didn’t know. But you’d known that the moment he parked you were excited. 

Steve had a firm hand on your back, helping to keep you steady. It was comforting, both because it felt like you were being held, and because you knew you weren’t going to fall. 

“You’re okay, right?” He asked, leaning his head down. A strand of his hair falling in front of your face. 

Nodding you hummed, reaching down and taking his drink from him, taking a sip from his cup. It tasted like beer. It probably was. “Hey, that’s mine-”

“Ours.” You corrected. “We’re best friends, there are no boundaries.” You explained loosely, leaning your head against his chest again. You couldn’t tell in the vibration that came from his ribs, was from the music or his laughter. The music was too loud. 

A few minutes passed and someone handed Steve something, their muffled voice telling him what it was. Cautiously, Steve took it from him. Looking from the cup to the man in front of you, you took the lighter before Steve could. 

He walked away and you looked up at Steve. You weren’t in the right mindset, and when you saw the unlit blunt between his lips you didn’t hesitate to light it for him. 

You would have scolded him in any other moment. You would have taken it from him and threw it out. You were raised right, and knew that, your parents tried hard to make sure you would one day go out into the world and not be stupid. But they weren’t preparing for that to happen at age fifteen. They weren’t prepared that you'd be an almost seventeen year old who Joyce had little rules for in the 1980’s where Reagan had strict laws against drugs, which only seemed to make it more desirable. And while normally you’d know that being around drugs and beer wasn’t a good idea, you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. A lot like the year before. 

Steve smiled down at you for a moment, the smoke from his exhale coming from the corner of his mouth and nostrils. Your vision becomes a bit foggy until it dissipates, with the only smoke coming from the tip of the blunt. 

He pulled the joint from between his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger. “You know you can get second hand high from this?” He pointed out. Even his tipsy brain was able to process that better than you. 

Shrugging you put the red cup down on the windowsill you were both next to, reaching for his wrist and turning it so the non burning end was facing you. You leaned the few centimeters towards the blunt and breathed in. 

It felt odd, like it was some sort of forbidden act you shouldn’t be doing, and you felt like your throat was on a fire the moment you breathed it in. 

Pulling away you allowed the white smoke to spill out from your mouth, the first thing coming to your mind was a dragon, or incense, but you still approached it far more cautiously than Steve had. He’d no doubt done it before with how nonchalant he’d been about taking it from whoever decided to give it to him. 

Steve stared at you for a moment, still holding it in the  way you’d positioned his wrist. You couldn’t quite tell what the look was. His brows were raised in surprise, but his eyes were what hard to define, his mouth agape in shock. 

Why were his emotions almost always hidden behind his eyes? Like a prison cell he’d built for them himself. 

Turning his hand back around he took a hit from the blunt as well, still holding eye contact with you, as if it were a casual staring contest, but neither one of you cared if the other blinked. 

Turning his head to exhale you took it from him, repeating the process. Everything felt weird. The music sounded better to you, and the feeling wasn’t as odd. 

“What time is it?” He leaned down to ask you as the song died down taking the blunt back from you, as the person in charge of the boombox went over to change the cassette. 

“You’re the one with the watch.” You giggled, but opting to look at the nice clock the homeowner had on the wall, attempting to count the lines in the clock to tell the time. “Like. . . almost 12?” You said as more of a question, looking back as him, your faces just inches apart with how he had leaned down. 

A new song came on, and he smiled down at you, “You want the last hit?”

“Why does it have to be the last one?” 

“Wendy’s tastes better when you're high.” He shrugged a bit, holding the blunt out to you. Taking it from him, you took the longest hit from it you had the last two times and breathed out. But neither one of you moved, staying with an arm wrapped around the other. His free hand on your hip, thumb hooked on the tiny pocket that was inside the larger one. 

You couldn’t hear what he said over the new song, but you were pretty sure it was “Fuck” or some other swear word that would get you in trouble in public in Hawkins from some adult you passed. 

He was close to you. Almost unbearably close. You could make out the smell of beer on his breath as well as weed and the possible smell of cigarettes. Your chests were basically against each other, not that they weren’t before, when he was one of the only things keeping you up. But this was different. His breathing seemed restricted, and you could feel his heart beating against your own chest. 

But out of everything around you, the smells overload your senses, the feeling of being relaxed and yet also wanting to laugh at something were completely pushed to the side when you realized that he was looking at you, and only you. 

He had pretty eyes, even if he would argue and say brown eyes weren’t pretty on guys. But they were. 

“What?” 

He shook his head a bit, the hand he’d had on your hip coming up to your face and going to  hold the back of your neck, with his thumb against the curve in your jaw that led up to your ear. 

“Nothing.” He breathed. You could hear the music get turned down and the group of strangers clamoring voices around you as the volume of the TV was turned up. “What are we doing?” He asked you quietly, the hand that was on your back now on your hip. 

You shrugged a bit, putting the blunt out on the ashtray on the windowsill, and letting your two hands come up to hold his jaw in your hands. He relaxed at your touch, his breath fanning over your face for a moment as the two of you looked at each other, neither pulling away. 

Almost on instinct, one of your arms went to hook behind his neck and pull him a bit further down, and his own instinct pulled you closer to him, forcing you on your tiptoes. 

He was the one to act first, leaning in and not moving, his lips almost against yours, almost asking for permission. But you were the last one to move, cupping his cheek and tilting your head a bit to the right. “Steve,”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.” 

Steve didn’t seem to hesitate even for a second, moving that last little bit of space that the two of you wanted gone the moment it’d become that small. 

He was gentle, and his lips were soft, making you not want to move away from him. And although you were high and drunk, and exhausted from the lack of sleep, you could feel it an odd feeling you could only explain as butterflies. 

You’d been feeling them a lot lately. Since thanksgiving break when he gave you that stupid brownie with powdered sugar on top. You’d been feeling them building since Jonathan told you it was obvious. 

Your lips moved against his, with your eyes closed, and even with the noise and filters over your brain making everything hazy, it felt right, like this was meant to happen, like this was the only thing you hadn’t messed up on that night. 

Not that you’d remember it by morning. But Steve would.

He’d remember the way you still smelled like your perfume, and how your fingertips were in his hair, how he hadn’t actually expected you to say those two words. How he thought he was just high and imagining things, but he couldn’t make up the way he could feel your heartbeat against his palm on the side of your neck. 

He wouldn’t forget that the moment he’d moved his lips against yours, it felt like everything fell into place. Like everything in the last year since he got involved with the Upside Down, that something good came from it. 

It was the clearest memory he had from that night.

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Okay but concept: being surprised when ben says he has a crush on you because hes Like That with all his friends (especially after a couple drinks) like youve lost count of the times hes kissed your cheek or hugged you for no reason and yeah it makes you go all gooey whenever he does it but that's just ben! he's an affectionate dude! Except then he admits its different with you and idk man im just real deep in my ben feels rn and oh that boy will be the death of me

Okay, Brigid how dare you send this to me right when I was going to get ready for bed, bitch? Jk, i love it and ily and mayhaps was inspired to write a quick blurb about it. 

Yeah, I wrote that before actually writing this and it’s 1.7k so it’s going below the cut. No warnings but fluff and awkwardness and cussing lol 

Masterlist

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You could still smell the intoxicating mix of cologne, scotch, and cigarettes and feel the ghost of warm arms wrapped around your body when someone’s voice pulled you from your haze.

“Earth to Y/N,” Lucy said, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Huh? What?” you asked confusedly after batting her hand away.

“Well I was trying to have a conversation with my friend, until Ben came up to hug you and so rudely interrupted me. Then you turned all mushy ‘cause you’re in love with him,” she said dryly.

“Wh- I- I am not in love with him,” you sputtered out, having made the mistake of taking a sip of your drink as she spoke.

“You’re in love with him, you think he’s cute, same difference,” she replied and you were about to protest when she kept talking. “I don’t know why the two of you don’t get together, or at least fuck.”

“Oh my- because we don’t have feelings for each other that’s why,” you reasoned and she gave you a withering look. “…Well he doesn’t have feelings for me, is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lucy laughed, actually laughed at your question and you frowned in confusion. “Are you kidding me? You don’t think that that man- Ben- has feelings for you? How do you explain his touchiness and lingering hugs and kisses on the cheek?”

You shook your head at her and explained, “Ben’s just a flirty person. He’s like that with everyone, especially when he’s tipsy.”

“Bullshit. He doesn’t hug me like that, with his hands wrapped tight around you, squeezing your waist, and practically running a hand through your hair. And he only kisses my cheek and just barely when we say hello and goodbye. He kisses you for no reason all the time,” she countered, her gaze set evenly with yours.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to find a response even as Lucy’s description of what your and Ben’s hugs looked like made you feel warmer than usual. Then you said lamely, “That’s just because you have Rami. He’s not going to be the same with someone who’s in a relationship.”

“Okay, if you’re gonna keep talking this shit, at least go get me a refill,” Lucy said, holding her empty glass up to you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled and grumbled out, “Fine,” before grabbing her glass and heading to the bar.

The bar was a much louder scene than the one the two of you were in at your little high-chaired table for two. There were people shouting at one another in conversation, clearly too drunk to realize they weren’t using the correct volume. Many were clamoring for the bartender’s attention to order more drinks and you cringed at the thought of heading into the fray. Lucky for you, you spotted four of your friends in a little group and walked up to them, catching them at the end of a conversation.

“Just do it, you coward,” Joe laughed before taking a shot and you saw all the other three down theirs as well. His comment had been directed towards Ben, and you assumed it had been about taking the shot. Since you had walked up behind him, you couldn’t tell what he had thought of the shot he didn’t want to slam.

“Hiya guys,” you said cheerfully, and three sets of eyes moved to you in synch. Joe, Rami, and Gwil’s faces cracked into smiles as they started laughing for some reason, just as Ben whipped around to face you.

Ben’s face immediately flushed, a side effect of the alcohol you mused, and he cracked an uneasy smile of his own.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice unusually high, but he still pulled you closer for a quick peck on the cheek as if he couldn’t help himself, and you felt heat spread from the point of contact across your entire face. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

“Whatcha up to?” Joe asked you goofily, nodding to the one practically full and one completely empty glass in your hands.

“Oh, I was sent to get a refill for Lucy. Apparently our topic of conversation requires some libation,” you joked, careful not to reveal anything specific.

“I can handle that, why don’t you stay and chat for a second?” Rami told you, grabbing the glass from your hand and walking up to the bar, somehow finding the one empty spot and getting the bartender’s attention right away.

“You know, I was just thinking I wanted to put a song on the jukebox. Help me find a good one, Joe?” Gwil asked, Joe nodded, and as they walked away together you saw them giggling and stealing glances back.

“Okay…” you said, taking one of their empty chairs to face Ben. You were about to make a comment about everyone’s strange behavior when you looked at Ben. His face was still flushed, and he kept glancing between you and his hands.

You reached out and placed a hand on his knee gently, “Ben, you alright?”

His knee tensed at your contact, and he looked at your hand apprehensively, so you started to move it away, self-conscious at having initiated the contact, but before you could completely, Ben grabbed your hand.

Looking up at him as you felt the warmth from his hand spreading up your arm and through your entire body, you waited for him to speak.

“Actually, can I talk to you?” he asked nervously.

“Of course, you can talk to me about anything,” you nodded, a little worried from his tone that something was wrong.

“…Do you wanna go outside for a bit? I can hardly hear my own voice in here,” Ben suggested and you agreed, following his lead out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were hit with the temperature change. The bar had been hot and almost sweaty with all the people, but outside the air was freezing. You shivered, and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, hoping the friction would keep you warm.

“Oh fuck, I forgot how cold it is out here,” Ben said, after he turned back to you and saw your shivering form. He took off his overcoat and had you turn around, helping you to pull it on over your cute, but definitely too thin for the weather, sweater.

You turned back around, smiling at him for the friendly gesture. He smiled back at you, a dreamy look in his eyes at seeing you wrapped up in his too-big-for-you coat. The warm feeling it gave him distracted him from why the two of you had come outside.

“So…” you prompted, wondering yourself what you were doing out in the cold.

“Right, I’m supposed to be talking to you,” Ben said, shaking his head clear from those thoughts. “Basically, um, I just wanted to tell you– well, the boys told me to tell you– not that it’s not true or anything, I’m just kinda a coward and not good at this stuff– and I do want to tell you– I guess I think I’m trying to give hints or something, but, um, they told me that’s not enough and that I should just get over it and– I mean I’m just kind of nervous and I don’t, um, want to, uh, make anything weird– well, I’m–”

“Ben,” you said, interrupting his rambling lest he go on and on until the two of you froze. “Take a breath. I promise, whatever you’re trying to tell me will be alright,” you told him, trying to be a supportive friend through whatever seemingly troublesome thing he was trying to tell you.

He took your advice and breathed in and out in time with the guidance of your hands a couple times before he seemed ready. “Okay. What I’m trying to tell you is that I really really like you and have feelings for you, romantically. And I guess I’m hoping you feel the same way.”

You stared at Ben in shock, not moving except to blink a couple times in confusion. As you remained silent, Ben started getting a slightly panicked look on his face and lifted a hand to cover it slightly.

“Aw, fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything, now the whole group’s dynamic is going to be off–”

“Wait, Ben are you serious? Like, you’re for real?” you ask, interrupting him again and making him drop his hand to look at you.

“Serious about liking you? Yeah I’m serious about that,” he said a little sheepishly, dropping his gaze from yours.

“Like 100%, heart attack serious?” you repeated, the meaning of his words finally breaking through your shock.

“Yes, 100% heart attack serious, do we really need to drive this point furth– are you laughing?” now it was his turn to be confused and he looked back up to see you smiling and giggling. Even in his confused state he couldn’t help but return your beautifully contagious smile, “Why are you laughing?”

“Because, Ben, I’ve liked you for months, and Lucy just told me, like ten minutes ago, that you like me and I didn’t believe her,” you explained, taking a step closer to him, still smiling.

“She did? How’d she know? Did the boys tell her?” he asked you, skipping over the part where you said you liked him too.

“No, she said it was obvious with all the hugs and cheek kisses and stuff, but I didn’t believe her,” you admitted, taking another step closer.

“You didn’t?”

“No, I mean, you’re a pretty flirty drunk, Ben. Always giving and receiving those cheek kisses like no one’s business,” you said cheekily, taking one more step. “Then again, maybe I just notice it happening with everyone else because I’m jealous.”

“Jealous?” he asked, his voice higher again as you were now just one step away from being pressed up against him.

“Mhm,” you nodded, and you moved your forearms to rest on his chest, keeping one hand there but running a finger from the other hand along his cheek and jaw to his chin. Then you brushed the pad of your thumb ever so lightly along his parted lower lip. “Yeah I think I was just jealous because I wanted all of that attention, your lips on me, and my lips on you, and no one else’s anywhere.”

Ben’s hands found their way to your waist and he said, practically breathlessly, as he stared into your eyes, “That’s- that’s what I want too.”

“Yeah?” you asked, glancing between his eyes and lips and he moved closer and closer.

“Yeah,” he breathed over your lips, just before connecting his mouth to yours.

★★★ 

I’m also tagging because it’s practically oneshot length: @riseetothesun @caborhapch @drowseoftaylor @queenlover05

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here we are, folks, mama's gonna write another one of these things so sit down and enjoy some post-hoco peter starts to fall for mj shits

sigh why do i even bother

Caught Stealing

Peter likes to think he's been doing pretty good at this whole superhero thing for quite a while now; saving people, giving directions, catching thieves. Things have been going pretty great.

But the one thief he didn't expect to show up on his radar was one that didn't even show up when he was in spidey-mode, oh no, this one showed up when he was regular ol' peter parker for crying out loud. Just one day at another one of these acadec meetings, Peter Parker saw MJ try to steal a glance at him while he was on a call with Happy, and his brain was left on buffer for the rest of the call, the meeting, and pretty much the entire week after.

"Hey, Ned, hav you ever seen MJ like... look at me?" Peter asks Ned in the cafeteria while MJ wasn't there yet (he's brave enough to go through flames with a broken leg to save Liz's supervillain dad but hell if he's brave enough to talk about a potential crush just mere feet near said crush).

"Yes," answered Ned without even looking, and just continued eating his tuna sandwich lunch.

"What!?" Peter exclaims slightly loudly making him take a look around him to see if anyone (MJ) might have noticed. To his relief, no one did what with all the conversations happening in the cafeteria and MJ still wasn't there. "When were you going to tell me?"

Ned swallows the bite he just took, "I thought you did know."

"Well, clearly I didn't. I've been pretty busy with ~something~ as you know."

"Pfftt yeah and you were also crushing pretty hard on Liz if I can also recall."

"Okay, okay fine whatever, we've already established I've been busy. I just- how long have you known? Or how long have you noticed it was going on?"

"You seriously haven't noticed?" Ned asks genuinely a bit shocked that Peter didn't know.

"Dude, I'm telling you I haven't-" Peter repeats for the nth time, frustrated he still doesn't know how long this has been going on. "How long?"

Ned lets out a chuckle of disbelief, "Pretty much since halfway through freshman year, bro. Wow, I can't believe you really haven't noticed. Some Peter-tingle you've got there."

Peter lets out a huff of frustration, "It doesn't work that way. And ugh can you please not call it the Peter-tingle? I already get enough of that from Aunt May."

Ned turns his hands up in defeat and just proceeds to continue eating his lunch again.

"I can't believe this, has it really been going on for that-"

"Hey, losers," MJ greets to their table, finally showing up to their usual spot.

"MJ!" Peter almost shouts from shock. Man, Ned might be right, his (ugh) Peter-tingle just wasn't working right now.

MJ snorts from Peter's reaction, "Yes, Peter, it is me, MJ, the girl who's been sitting next to you guys for the better part of a year now,' MJ mock explains. "You doing okay there, Pete?" MJ asks finally taking a seat.

"Yeah, yeah, just a bit jumpy, I guess..."

"Alright, whatever. What can't you believe has been going on for that long?"

"What?"

"When I got here, you were saying you can't believe it's been going on for that long. What has?"

Peter looks to Ned in a panic and he blurts out "Spiders!" in response, making Peter face palm himself on the table.

"Spiders?" MJ still asks, being what Ned said did nothing to explain anything.

"Yeah... Peter's had this really intense phobia of them ever since we went on that fieldtrip. He accidentally slipped in the bathroom this morning cause he saw a spider and he couldn't believe he still hasn't gotten over his phobia," Ned explains lies so casually, but by the end of it sighs and gives Peter a not really that subtle thumbs up.

Peter on the other hand is semi-frustrated over having to lie to MJ about TWO things in his life now and the fact that his best friend just made him seem like a scaredy cat that actually slips in the bathroom from seeing a spider. His frustration doesn't last though cause he's just waiting to see if MJ actually buys Ned's load of spider phobia bs.

"Oh, okay-" MJ thinks about how they were probably talking about spider-man things before she came but decides to just go along with their excuse and thinks about a possible cause of the phobia on the very highly unlikely (at least in her opinion) chance that Ned was actually telling the truth, remembering Peter's uncle dying just a few weeks after the fieldtrip and feeling bad for Pete so she offers up a solution or maybe just something to comfort him.

"You know, they say that to get rid of a phobia, exposure therapy works, so maybe it'll make you feel better to know that humans swallow up to like 10 spiders in an entire year," MJ jokes a bit awkwardly and pointedly that she just proceeded to eat her meal after finishing her sentence.

It makes Peter chuckle for a bit though so MJ releases that breath she didn't know she was holding and continues to avert her eyes to her meal and just continue eating.

"Wow, MJ yeah sure, nothing'll make me feel better like knowing there's probably like hundreds of tiny spiders inside me right now," Peter remarks sarcastically making MJ laugh as he fake shivers.

"Glad I could help," MJ winks and then averts her eyes again to get her book so she could read while eating, signalling she was ready for this convo to end (she wasn't going to be able to talk after what she can't believe she just did).

And Peter's kinda glad she does end it because holy sh- did, did MJ really just wink at him right now? Did that just happen?

Peter looks to Ned for confirmation who could only shrug in response being just as unsure about what to make of it as well.

Wondering what the hell just happened is the last thought circling inside Peter's brain while Ned just changes the subject to something else that didn't even register to Peter.

MJ may actually ACTUALLY like him, and Peter doesn't have a single clue what to do about it.

Nothing as it turns out, cause as the rest of the week passes without fanfare, it seems like Peter's finally regaining his sanity again as he thinks that maybe MJ looking at him was just MJ being MJ and he goes back to thinking of MJ as his friend and not the smart funny pretty girl who might have a crush on him, which she doesn't.

Until, yet again, Happy interrupts Peter at this week's acadec meeting and he steps outside to take the call.

"What, Happy? I told you I was busy during saturdays with acadec, what do you want?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was talking to Mr. Bigshot here. You know, I started on Stark Industries as a dri-"

And with that, Peter just proceeded to wince and hit himself with his phone, knowing he just made this phone call twice as long as what it probably would have been. He starts to just block out what Happy is saying and takes a peek at what he's missing at acadec.

Flash is asleep at the sidelines, must have been that party Peter saw he was having posted and streamed all over social media, it was so annoying. Ned, Cindy, Sally, and Abe were all on a roll tossing out answers back to back, Eddie was blanking and swearing the answer was at the tip of his tongue, and MJ as usual, was running the drills.

Yet again, Peter was thinking about how wonky his brain must have been to actually think that MJ, don't give an f what anyone thinks acadec team cap MJ, actually liked him.

But it seemed Peter must have been staring for too long because MJ noticed and glanced at him too, making Peter panic and immediately avert his eyes to a different direction, any direction at that. God, why was he this awkward?

But god help Peter Parker who must just be an awkwardness masochist because he couldn't help but just sneak a peek once again, only to see MJ was still looking at him and he must have had some ridiculous shocked expression on his face because the slightest grin started to appear on MJ's face and she looked away with almost- was that- A BLUSH?? a blushing expression on her face??? did that? she just? whattttt????

But before Peter could even get himself together, MJ looked back at him again only to grin over the fact Peter was still looking at her and roll her eyes over how ridiculous this wordless convo they were having across the room was, that she just snickered and gave a silent hi and subtle wave hidden from their team mates just below the podium.

Peter found himself grinning like an idiot too and could only give one awestruck wave which made MJ snicker and avert her eyes back to their team mates with a barely noticable flush on her face and a blink and you'll miss it, moment where MJ had to think about what she was saying before she and Peter began this cutely wordless reparte across the room.

MJ had to think about what she was going to say. Cool, suave, witty retorts and comebacks MJ seemed to have a moment of speechlessness.

okay.

And so as Peter could only hear a faint "Peter? Peter, are you still listening to me?" from his phone, he knew that he was absolutely, one hundred percent without a single doubt in his mind, truly, and utterly, fucked.

Maybe MJ wasn't the only one who had a crush.

heeyy yooeesss i missed writing mah anxious boi's pov yallssss. i miss writing for them in general huhu. also im probs gonna write a bunch more of these how they fell for each other fics cus i think this version of em/phase of their relationship is pretty underrated hehe

plus i still cant get over ffh pj disapproval so fine i'll just write the middle man fics myself then. it's just so easy to see how pete could fall for mj, i just cant

toot toot and i hope yalls enjoyed dis folks. it's good to be back. rlly missed em, ya know?

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Asking for a friend

The second story in the Grimm Omens series! As before, both main characters are OCs: Magnolia is mine, and Omen belongs to the wonderful @splanoot​. Thanks for reading!       “I’m tellin’ ya, you gotta go straight for the heart on those, don’t waste your time with the rest!” Maggie waved her arms, gesturing at some imaginary prey as she argued. Omen and Husk nodded back, Husk holding his bottom lip between his lip to keep himself from laughing. Magnolia was a friendly drunk, if a bit loud, and it’d be a long time since she’d let her walls down like this. For his part, Omen had the visor on his helmet cracked a little wider, his trademark jacket folded over the stool between them. Scars criss-crossed his forearms where the sleeves were pushed up to bunch at his elbows. He kept the gloves on, hands resting carefully around his glass. He shook his head, a silent laugh shaking the stress off his shoulders. It was a good night. 

     “You can’t get to the heart on those until you take care of the rest.” Omen pointed out, tilting his glass at her. Maggie smirked back, finishing her glass and setting it down with a loud clack. She leaned across the open seat between them, almost invading his space - as close as she ever got to him.      “That’s what you think, mister. Hunters like me, we get all up close and personal. Besides,” She drew her words out, jabbing him playfully in the chest before leaning back to her own chair. “Don’t underestimate me just because I stick to blades.” She toyed with her snack, some mystery basket of finger food Niffty had dropped off earlier. Her other hand patted at the sheath on her left hip, one of the few she bothered with when she wasn’t on a hunt. She nodded toward his own holster. “Do you ever draw the wrong one? What’s special about it, the gun itself or the bullets or is it both?” Husk shook his head, refilling drinks, watching the two mercenaries argue back and forth in a language only they seemed to speak. Hell, if he didn’t know any better, he might think they’d known each other longer than a couple months. More than once he’d wondered if Omen had earned another fangirl.        A thump to his left and the sound of hands hitting his bar drew his attention, along with both his regulars. Angel Dust lay face down on the counter, one set of arms wrapped around his head while another pair of hands clutched at the edge of the bar. Magnolia threw an arm over his hunched shoulders, cooing excitedly.      “Angie! It’s been so long!” She said, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Angel just groaned, sitting back just enough to rub at his eyes. Husk got busy making him a virgin drink - he was still on restriction according to Charlie.      “I don’t get it, Maggs.” He moaned, finally dropping his hands to his lap. She moved back, letting him sit up. The others ignored him, unamused with his antics. Maggie egged him on, moving to rub his back.      “What’s wrong sweet pea?” She asked, pushing him her mysterious bar food. He eyed it before, disgusted, shoving it back. He accepted his drink, also scowling at it when he realized it was nothing but juice and soda.      “Men, Maggs! Men are wrong. Well, one man.” He finally spat out, gesturing wildly. Maggie nodded sympathetically, sipping on her drink. Omen turned away some, subtly clicking his visor back down. Magnolia might flourish in social situations, but it was always somewhat awkward terrain for Omen, even with those he was closer with. He didn’t have any ill-will towards Angel, either, it was just… not his area of expertise. It was, however, Magnolia’s. Or least, it had been.       “Oh honey,” she drawled, arms around him still, “Tell me about him and I’ll tell you how to break that motherfucker’s heart.” She bared her teeth in a smile that belied her true nature. Angel flinched back, no matter how many times he’d seen it. She dropped it quickly, biting her lip. Angel quirked a smile of his own that quickly faltered.       “I don’t wanna break it, doll. I want to keep it.” He whined. He dropped his hands to the bar again, taking a slow sip of his drink for an excuse not to talk.      “Oh. Ohhhh. Oh nooo.” Magnolia wailed theatrically, dragging her hands down her face and wiping at imaginary tears. “My baby Angel has all done grown up and found a man he wanna love.” Angel blushed, crossing both sets of arms and turning away from her. She chased him, giggling and smiling sincerely for once.       “Look, I came down here for your help, but clearly I shouldn’ta crashed ya date. I’ll be going now.” He complained, standing up and pushing her off. Maggie lurched after him, latching on to his hand.       “Don’t gooo, babe, I was just havin’ some fun. I’ll help you, I’ll help you. Look, I’m happy for you, that’s great news!” She said, pulling him back to sit beside her. He complied, one eyebrow raised. She nodded, kicking her feet in little circles, doing her best not to wiggle off the stool. Her best friend, in love! He reminded her of her brother half the time, she could only imagine the kind of man that’d caught his eye.      “So tell me about him!” She prompted, when he didn’t start to speak. Angel eyed Husker and Omen. The latter turned away, suddenly fixated by watching the ice bobbing slowly in his glass, while the former shifted bottles around behind the counter, taking stock perhaps. Magnolia sat facing him, both hands perched on her knees, waiting. She shot a glare at Husker when she picked up on Angel’s agitation.       “Do we need to head upstairs?” Maggie asked, sliding her empty cup back across the bar. “Or maybe you need a few songs to calm down? Step outside?” She gestured to her mouth, miming smoking, then snapped, letting a spark dance across her fingernails.       “No way. He’s grounded, Magnolia. Hand ‘em over if you’re not gonna behave.” Husker jumped in, as much as he didn’t feel like it. If Charlie caught Angel misbehaving on his shift, he’d never hear the end of it. Magnolia huffed, reaching for her pocket, but Angel cut her off.       “I, no, doll. It’s fine, I just.” He paused, took a deep breath, held it. Letting it out in a short, he picked through his mind, trying to describe the target of his frustrated affections without giving it away completely. He still had a reputation after all.       “Look, you ever, I dunno, you meet a dude you’re into, like, really into, but it don’t make no sense?” He looked down at his hands, all four meshed together and fidgeting in a heap. Maggie laid both her hands over them, helping him still.      “I can’t stop thinkin’ about ‘im. I’ve been flirting like crazy, but it’s like he don’t even notice! Me! Am I slippin’ or somethin, Maggs?” He shrugged, aware of how his reputation worked against him here. “I can’t get his attention, does whatever he wants. One of those tall, dark, handsome types momma warns you about, ya know? I don’t know what to do.” Magnolia clicked her tongue, nodding along.        “I think types like us fall for types like that because our usual tricks don’t work. I need more to work with though. What have you tried? Or what are you after? What’s the issue exactly?” She asked carefully. Angel slumped a bit, still picking through his brain.      “I tried out all kindsa personas and lines and nothin’ phases him. I can’t read him! Not at all! He don’t get rattled, no matter how filthy my mouth gets or what I wear or do. I offered to suck his dick flat out, and what does he say? ‘No!’, to me!” Angel dragged his hands down his face, grumbling. Husker and Omen had turned away completely, taking up the farthest corner of the bar to give them as much privacy as they could with the open floorplan. Angel lowered his voice, leaning closer to his friend.       “Those eyes, and that smile. Maggs, I didn’t even know I was into suits!” Angel complained, taking a drag from his drink before sticking his tongue out. “Too sweet, Husk.” Angel called out louder, trying to cover his whispering, maybe, or dismiss the tension he’d created. Husk nodded as if he cared, refilling Omen’s drink without looking. Maggie held her chin, thumb tracing her lips, fingertips pressed into her cheek, studying Angel. Finally, she spoke, though it was barely a whisper.       “Angie…. Are you… In love with..Al-?” Immediately Angel lunged at her, almost tackling her out of the chair, trying to cut off the demon’s name. She grabbed his wrists on reflex, springing to her feet and throwing him into a headlock. He coughed, reaching for her side with a free hand.       “Easy tiger, save it for the bedroom.” he wheezed, and she dropped him, hands flying to her face in horror. She helped him back to his seat, apologizing profusely.       “It was just instinct, I’m so sorry! I - I didn’t mean to!” she repeated, hands clasped in front of her. “Oh, Angie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it was gonna be - Okay, okay.” She held out her left hand, green sparks fizzling along the back of her hand. She blinked and the same sparks lit in her eyes, hellfire come to witness.       “I swear to keep your feelings a secret, until my extermination or the deal undone. Sound like a deal?” She tried to smile reassuringly, offering her hand to him. He shook, sighing. Green wrapped around her hand, gone in a blink. Both of them settled back in their seats, silence hanging awkwardly over them. It wasn’t the first time Maggie had made a deal with Angel, but she hated using them on her friends. Still, it was to protect them.       “The deal’ll keep it safe, and he doesn’t send shadows after me when I’m not out on a contract. Your secret’s safe. I, um, bet I can help you out! You’re lucky I’ve been working for him for a while, though, or you’d be shit out of luck.” She continued on, trying to cheer Angel up, but Omen didn’t hear her anymore. He gestured to Husk, bowing his head slightly. Husk moved in close, disguising it by changing his drink for another.       “She’s one of Alastor’s?” Omen asked under his breath, eyes trained on Maggie behind his visor.       “Has been for a good few months now. Since a couple weeks before you met her, anyways. That boy she’s tryin’ to kill, he’s the real deal. She struck a deal with Alastor to even the playing field.”       “Why.” Omen couldn’t keep his voice as flat as he’d have liked, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Husk could see through him.       “She needed help. You saw how tore up she got. They probably have some kinda kinship or whatever, or same rulebook.”      “Husker. What are you talking about.” Omen barked at him, anxiety spiking. Just when he thought everything was going to be peaceful for once.      “She’s a crossroads demon, Omen, same as him. You saw the light show. Made a deal with the bastard.” Husk turned away, knowing he couldn’t say anymore. Omen lowered his head, nails digging into the countertop where he clenched his fists. He stood up abruptly, patting at his pockets. “Gonna go out for a minute,” he said, but only Husk was listening. Magnolia was too wrapped up in swapping stories and details about difficult love interests with Angel and moaning about the ones they’d missed out on for one reason or another.       “Do you have any, not tryin’ to be rude here, doll, but any actual, helpful advice? Something for this, ah, particular case?” Angel asked, eyeing the door shutting behind Omen. He had a theory of his own.      “Hmmm. Well….” Magnolia hesitated, glancing at the empty barstool behind her. “Those types of men are...very hard to work with sometimes, you know? Your normal tricks aren’t gonna work. Can’t come on strong, can’t come on too weak, or leave it all to them. Hmm.” She paused, running a hand through her hair. There was a flush in her cheeks that definitely wasn’t the alcohol.       “Those types, you gotta be blunt and honest, but not so forward. Just kinda, friendly? But a litttttle bit more. You kinda gotta give them room to come out of their shell to you, not the other way around. Take it real, real slow. Make them as comfortable as you can, meetin’ them on their turf. Every now and then, it’s alright to give them a little push or nudge, let them know you’re into them or you want something, but you really gotta leave it up to them in the end. That...that make any sense?” She looked at the empty stool again, then the door, trying to find Omen’s silhouette behind the dark glass.       “Uh-huh. Real helpful, doll. So! How long you been datin’ the big bad biker?” Angel shifted gears, leaning into her space. She sputtered, leaning away, face red.       “We’re not dating at all! Just friends! We’re just both...regulars here! Right, Husk?” She looked to him with pleading eyes, but he just smiled, not bailing her out.       “Uhh-huh. And you just so happened to be into a ‘tall, dark, handsome’ hunter guy that don’t let nobody close, and it’s not your drinkin’ buddy who just so happens to match up perfectly to everything you’ve hinted at for weeks? I ain’t buying it, doll.”       “Angel! There’s nothing - I’m not!” She grabbed her drink to hide her embarrassment with a sip but was disappointed to find it was empty. Angel just laughed at her, grabbing at her basket of snacks.       “You’re a crossroad demon! Just make a deal with him!” He managed through his laughter. She pouted, carefully tucking her hands away.       “I don’t wanna go that route. Not with him.” She whispered, face turned down.      “You’re breakin’ my heart, Maggs. I thought I was special!” He whined, arm thrown over his face. She huffed at him, staring at her hands. He softened, dropping his hand on her shoulder.      “Tell you what, doll. You take your shot, and, after a little bit, I’ll take mine. How’szat for a deal?” He asked, offering a hand. She took it hesitantly, shaking just once. Another wash of green light snaked around her palm and she sighed, overdramatic as ever with them.      “Alright,” she said finally. “Sounds like a deal. But -” She stole a glance at the door, and the figure beyond it. “Not tonight.”   

[greenishbucket]

good vibez only

Perhaps it’s not in like, the festive spirit or whatever, but Dex refuses to feel shame in reactivating and skimming through his array of dating apps the second his flight gets delayed.

nursey/dex, tindering in an airport au, 1.6k. For @ellienchanted! thanks for the help with this and happy new year :D on ao3

Perhaps it’s not in like, the festive spirit or whatever, but Dex refuses to feel shame in reactivating and skimming through his array of dating apps the second his flight back to New York gets delayed. What else is he going to do? Read a book? Talk to the people around him? Not likely.

And like, he’s just maybe been feeling slightly more desperately alone than usual, after the holiday period spent with family. His parents were his parents and even his shithead brother had been lovey-dovey with his admittedly very nice girlfriend, not to even mention the bloodbath that was social media.

It’s only midday on New Year’s Eve, but Dex can sense in his old-man bones that it’s already ramping back up again after a few days of quiet after Christmas. Picturesque, loving content as far as a guy can scroll, most likely.

Not that Dex is bitter. He has friends, has love in his life and shit. He’s on his way home to show his face at Ford's party, after all. Except the plan is to prove he didn’t die en route, get smashed as efficiently as possible, then probably get kissed platonically by six people at midnight because his friends are like that, before ultimately heading home alone and passing out alone.

Dex is, in short, just acutely fucking aware of his singleness right now.

In the heart sense and in the dick sense, unfortunately. Whatever. He’s got a few boring hours stretching ahead of him; even if he doesn’t match with or message any of the many dudes he can swipe through, at least a good twenty percent of them are hot enough to pause for a whole second.

One guy, after some fifteen minutes of mindless, semi-horny swiping, warrants more time than that.

He has a tattoo. It wraps around his very nice bicep and Dex’s mouth goes dry. His name is Derek, and he has a couple shirtless pics, a hockey one, a few ones Dex figures are trying to convey culture – museums and art and like, sweeping landscapes – and ends it with a meme.

Which is like. It’s kind of funny, and this dude is super hot, but really? But also he is so, so hot. In like, a hot way, and in a beautiful way, so Dex can at least entertain the idea of their boning. Then Dex reads Derek’s bio:

‘what i want is what i’ve always wanted. what i want is to be changed.’ im pretty and my meat is huge. good vibez only, no haters ✌️

Dex doesn’t smile a little. He doesn’t. He definitely just rolls his eyes hard and swipes left. That quote. He doesn’t have the patience, not even for someone that looks like that.

“Ouch,” says a voice from over his shoulder. “Hard no for that one?”

Because of course, because his flight is delayed and the drive to the airport had been shit anyway, because of course – it’s the dude. He’s not just nearby, he’s literally right there. Derek. Sitting in the row of seats backed up against Dex’s, twisted round to watch over Dex’s shoulder in a flagrant disregard of like, normal fucking behaviour, and somehow even hotter in the gross airport lighting. He’s doing some kind of smirk thing that Dex isn’t into at all.

His voice is like– It’s nice. Dude has a nice voice.

And of course, instinctively, result of being a grumpy fuck since birth and years in the big city, Dex’s immediate response is, “Fuck off, asshole.” Then, back up instinct, result of his mom’s loving care and years in a small town, he adds, “Shit, sorry, that was- I didn’t mean- um.”

Derek’s smirk solidifies. Something natural rather than an expression he’s holding there, not that Dex would’ve recognised it wasn’t completely assured and legit until then. “No worries, man. It’s chill. Sexy pic with the lobster, though.”

-

Nursey absolutely, completely, fucking two thousand percent should not have said anything. He’d almost be surprised at himself, watching this whole thing happen out of body, except this is the least surprising behaviour from him ever. Like he’s ever been able to let a minor hurt pass without poking at it until it’s something unbearable and he has to nope out like that’d been his plan all along.

Whatever. It’s chill. He’s got this. They’re in an airport, so Nursey can nope out whenever he likes, and more effectively than usual. It’s going to be fun.

“Excuse me?” says Will.

Will, who Nursey had first noticed for his massive ears and exhausted vibes, then absently clocked as attractive, and then clocked some minutes later as the same dude whose profile he’d just come across. Will who Nursey had just swiped right on, though not before screencapping his profile and sending it to Chowder, captioned ‘a straight???’

Like. Okay. Nursey doesn’t want to stereotype, or whatever, tries really hard not to, but when a dude sees a bio like I'm Will. I like hockey and lobster-fishing and good beer. We should get to know each other? He's not proud of it but questions start arising.

“Sexy pic with the lobster,” Nursey repeats. It had been, honestly, in a kind of weird display-of-masculinity way that Nursey doesn’t want to unpack right then but definitely would with some weed.

“Thank you?” says Will. A pause. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No,” Nursey replies honestly. But that feels like some kind of defeat, because this guy is cute and freckly and like, certainly has hands, but he also just dismissed Nursey’s careful construction of self while Nursey watched, so he continues, “I mean, I’m a vegetarian? So I kind of do disagree with the concept of trapping and killing an innocent animal for your own consumption, or whatever.”

Will snorts. “Of course.”

Nursey’s stomach sinks. He should’ve known. Pretty eyes or not, it wasn’t going to be fun with a guy who is a self-proclaimed hockey and good beer fan. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” says Will.

Nursey doesn’t want to get into a full-blown argument in the middle of an airport, so he lets it drop. But he also doesn’t want to sit here in awkward silence or have to get up and haul all his shit over to somewhere else. “So, while we're both sitting here, any pointers for improvement?” he asks instead.

“What?”

“For my profile, dude. Gotta up my game, clearly.”

"Why?"

"Self-improvement is my new year's resolution," Nursey replies easily, only half-lying; it's been his new year's resolution for like, five years straight, whatever. "I'll start: you need a better bio, or just scrap the whole thing. You're just about cute enough to pull it off, but it does you zero favours, dude. Bland as fuck."

Will goes pale, then red, then says, "What the fuck? Who asked?" Nursey waits, unsure if he should keep pushing or if he's maybe crossed a line, and after a long moment or two Will sighs. “Okay, fine, I hate doing description things and I'm shit at it. But yours also sucks. You could try with less of the pretentious quote shit, for one thing.”

“Less Mary Szybist?” Nursey asks, only having to up his aghastness a little. “Mine does not suck. I’m trying to convey an inner sensitivity, bro. Poetry is a window to the soul.”

Will frowns. “I thought that was eyes.”

His frown is cute. Shit. “First, a little thing called poetic license? Second, you said I was pretentious.”

“It’s Shakespeare,” Will says, unimpressed. “You didn’t do Shakespeare in high school?”

“Sure,” Nursey agrees, “but clearly it didn’t stick,” which is a lie. “Haiku, though. That’s the good shit.”

“What?”

“In my bio. It’s a haiku, five-seven-five syllables?”

Will visibly goes through Nursey’s bio, mouthing out the words, which, hey. It left an impression, at least. “That’s not five-seven-five,” he says.

“I’m pretty and my / meat is huge. Chill vibez only / no haters. Peace sign,” Nursey recites easily, clapping the syllables out like they taught in elementary school.

Will snorts out a laugh and can’t quite seem to reign his face back into looking unimpressed. Nursey smiles back and can’t quite reign that in either. The bitterness from watching Will swipe past him seeps almost entirely away at last, Nursey finally able to unfold his arm from around his stomach; Will’s shoulders come down from around his ears, too.

“Um. I did actually like your photos,” he says after a moment, almost hesitant, those same ears flaming. “Like, a lot."

"Ditto," says Nursey, as casual as he can. Will is pretty great in pics, if unfortunately blind to his angles, and even better plus assholeish irl, which is a beauty of a combination.

"But you’re cheating your syllables with that peace sign bit, pretty sure,” Will adds.

Nursey rolls his eyes, ignores the warm glow. Not a straight, definitely. And Will thinks his pics are good, at least, which is a success of sorts. He doesn't know what flight Will is getting, but his own back to NYC has been delayed by a few hours, so maybe he should try and shoot his shot one last time.

He chucks his stuff over to Will's side of the chair-row, then hauls himself over. Pulls his sweater back down. Fuck this twisting around in his seat nonsense.

Will blinks, face pink. "Hi," he says, a little hoarse.

“I think you mean bye. I said no haters, didn't I?”

Will laughs again, full and warm this time. “Fuck off, asshole,” he says, and this time Nursey laughs with him.

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian episode 8 reactions

Spoilers ahoy! In short I liked it a lot and now my brain is desperately trying to process it all haha

- thank god taika waititi knows I needed us to open on two unsympathetic comedy stormtroopers after all the stress last time. (in general this episode was very funny and it needed to be because dang mando is having a Bad Day in this one) that scene did such a good job of hilariously humanizing the stromtroopers but in a way that highlights what kind of people would stay with the empire even after the fall. they’re real breathing humans but they’re also baby-punching fascists and it’s not much of a loss to anyone that IG-11 goes to town on them

- ooooh cara is from alderaan!!! that explains just how deep her hatred for the empire is. (*me thinking wistfully about bail organa, the OG good dad of the star wars universe*) also I say this all the time but she is so cool and beautiful and important and the little ‘oh uh oops’ look she threw down at the baby after blowing that droid’s head of was  p r i c e l e s s . too bad she’s staying on navarro while mando leaves :(

- FINALLY name confirmation! I’m going to have to go and fix the spelling for my fics and I don’t even care haha. also pedro pascal is so amazing at making his voice expressive jesus christ you can feel the weight of it just from the small pauses between his words (’mandalorian recruits’ = evil empire speech for ‘children’ I’m assuming so. augh) 

- cara SHIELDING HIM WITH HER OWN BODY even though he’s literally still in full armor and her beautiful buff arms are completely unprotected *elmo surrounded in flames gif (ironically)* that might actually be more non-violent physical contact than mando’s had since he was a kid (lol but also ouch). there was something almost sibling-like in the way they huddled together, im hurt 

- with that grilled flamethrower trooper baby yoda has officially committed his first unassisted murder! *drying proud tears* they grow up so... well obviously not fast in this case but you know what I mean

as usual the baby was a delight. I mean you know this I know this but it bears repeating basically forever

- you know what in one way it felt a bit too early but in another I really like how they showed mando’s face. I think it’s because that reveal isn’t witnessed by any other characters except IG-11 (who is best boy <3 but also there in the role of a medical practitioner and audience stand-in so it doesn’t count in the metaphor lol) -- it’s entirely meant for us, the audience. the whole season really has been a long journey towards specificity in his character; we open up with him being a faceless, nameless and damn near wordless figure, and then they’ve let us closer and closer to him until... now we have his name and his face both and that probably means we know him better than the vast majority of the characters in the show (which is admittedly not saying much haha). it still leaves a LOT of potential in the interpersonal dynamics within the series, but does something interesting for our view of him (and sets up an interesting possibility for a sort of tension between the two as well maybe?). 

it feels weird and too intimate but I think that’s exactly what it’s supposed to do. I’d actually been trying to put this into words before this episode -- I didn’t feel able to write fic for this show until episode 7; before that taking on his POV felt... invasive, almost? awkward? but now it feels like the show has reached a place where we get close enough that it’s starting to be possible. he’s having to become more and more real (because he has a baby he loves and who needs him now and he can’t just dissociate anymore haha)

there’s also something really beautiful if fragile in how it plays out like... for this one moment he needs to allow himself to be made vulnerable (by a droid, no less) and through that act of tremendous courage, even though it confuses and pains him, choose to live. after all he was completely free to shoot IG-11 the whole time and he didn’t. I. Hm. mhm. im trying to figure out what I mean give me a few days to write fiction about it and maybe I’ll get it lol

- the way mando disappeared into himself/seemed to be just... resigned to it all was uh. awful! absolutely awful. 

thank GOD all these people around him straight up refused to let him die, at a few points it was almost a feeling of ‘SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A GRENADE TO THROW MYSELF ON I’M NOT READY TO BE FULLY ALIVE AGAIN BUT I’LL HAVE TO BE BECAUSE I HAVE A LITTLE ONE TO BE A DAD FOR’ (at a few points where it’d be natural if he was triggered he instead seems to want to give the child to someone he thinks is more suited and then a) fight (and probably die but y’know at least he’d get to shoot someone) or b) at least stay with and honor the dead. oof) 

- very rude of mando to make a grave for kuiil when he’s not even dead tbh. how unlike our main boy in the helmet to be impolite like that, I’m surprised 

(I had so desperately hoped IG-11 at least would survive as a sort of legacy -- a testament to his skill and kindness and wisdom :( )

- I KNEW nothing would get the armorer in her own damn forge :D:D:D she is so incredibly cool and I love her. the way she stands there unshaken despite everything like a pillar of what their culture actually is at the core. and also when she’s like ‘well of course this is your son’ and the camera cuts to baby yoda as if to say ‘as I keep telling you dad’ 

the mirror of her immovable upright certainty and mando on his knees in front of the pile of dead people’s armor -- an image which makes it feel like this is not the first time he’s been there, right?

mando not enthused at the idea of evil sorcerers tho lol I foresee some trickiness in your future my boy

- of ALL the funny references they had to make sad it had to be the self destruct D: I’ve always had a lot of feelings about droids in star wars so I’m probably going to have to process this a bit. also “I’m not sad” oh honey

- I have only a very vague knowledge about the darksaber (I couldn’t get into rebels sadly despite my love for clone wars), but I do understand that it’s taking the nazi gold comparison they’ve got going on with the beskar and dialing it up to 11, that’s apparently a Big Deal. they’ve done such a good job with gideon in setting up a bad guy who works on several levels -- he wants the thing that’s most important to mando today for what’s implied to be Not very great reasons, he’s a physical reminder of the cultural and personal trauma this series is looking at, and as a remnant of the fallen Empire he’s doing a lot of work as the specter of this sort of lawless unsettled in-between age. good stuff! 

- greef karga earned himself a big place in my heart in this one. you might be sketchier than my understanding of horse anatomy, greef, but I love you nonetheless haha. when he starts to drink nervously while they’re trying to get out of the bar & when he’s immediately doing the sales pitch on Navarro once the blaster fire dies down fdkslhfkas. and that “Or maybe he’ll take care of you” shows that there is some real concern and friendship there and it’s so sweet. 

- mando carrying the baby like he was carried safely and with love by the mandalorian in the flashback............ damn dude. and he’s an official full time dad now what a time to be alive

- obligatory flamethrower report: do I even need to say it, mando’s flame thrower. must I point out how badly you have been shown up. honestly this has just been embarrassing for us all let us speak no more of it

[qtyanan]

The Video

Mingi sends you a dirty video on accident, and you can’t handle this secret alone. 

warnings: explicit language, suggestive content, not really smutty but kinda is??

so you and your best friend have been close with ATEEZ for a while now

the member you’re the least close to, is Mingi.

it’s not that you don’t like each other, you’re just a little awkward around each other and you don’t talk a lot.

so late one night, you’re trying to sleep, but for some reason, you’re not tired.

you’re just staring up at the ceiling, bored out of your mind now. 

as your laying there, you see your phone light up. 

when you look, you see it’s a KakaoTalk message from Mingi

you just think, ‘why would he be texting me so late?’

regardless you open the message and see it’s a video. 

in the thumbnail, all you see is that he’s laying down or something, and it’s angled at his shirt.

what the hell kind of video is this?

when it plays, you see he has a wicked smirk on his lips, then he angled the camera at his sweatpants

he starts palming himself through the fabric, his hard-on very evident.

not even halfway through the video and you back out of it quickly. 

your face his red hot and you feel butterflies throughout your body.

then he sends more messages.

‘oh’

‘oh my god’

‘delete that, I never sent that.’ 

You don’t bother replying, you just lock your phone and set it face down on your nightstand. 

it’s seared into your mind, and you can’t manage to fall asleep at all.

the next morning you text your friend to meet you at a cafe near your house. 

you’re sitting at the coffee shop table, anxiously sipping your coffee, the small clip of the video replaying in your head. 

when your friend comes up to your table, she sees the nervous look on your face, and how obvious it was that you didn’t sleep. 

“are you okay? why didn’t we just go to your house?!” she says as she sits in front of you.

“I saw something, and I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but I can’t keep this inside...” she feels your stressed energy and she makes a face at you.

“again... why didn’t we just go to your house??” 

you ignore her repeated question and quickly say, “mingi sent me a video and it’s... bad.” 

she widens her eyes at you. “and you’d rather be in public to talk about it?”

“I’d rather be under the eyes of God than to somehow have Mingi find out I told you.”

her: ???? what

“MINGI WOULD JUST KNOW I FEEL IT.” 

“I... I get that, actually. What’s the video?” 

with shaking hands, you pick up your phone and open the chatroom and hand her the phone. 

you watch her facial expressions as she watches through the whole video. you have no idea how it ends since you only watched maybe 15 seconds of the minute-long video. 

you can sense her scream coming, so you shush her and snatch the phone from her. 

“be quiet! I didn’t even watch the whole video.”

her face is somehow even redder than yours was. “You have to watch the entire thing. you just have to.” 

it makes you nervous just thinking of watching it again, but you pull up the video anyways. 

in the video, only seconds after you turned it off before, 

Mingi slips his hand under the waistband of his pants and pulls out his entire length. it’s big, and you can’t peel your eyes away from it. he starts stroking it, making the most sinful noise you have ever heard. he licks and bites his lip seductively, smirking again before ending the video. 

you sit frozen for a moment, tainted by the images you just saw. 

“we just... we just saw all of Mingi...”

you just cover your mouth and look at your friend in shock

“you can’t tell him that I showed you, you can never talk about this again.” 

-

a little bit later you both go over to your house, you plan on making some food and then watching movies

anything to make you forget what you’ve seen

but, oh wait, Hongjoong texts you.

‘hey, want to hang out?’

of course, you can’t say no to this baby

so he tells you they’re all coming over

which you and your friend both realize

Mingi will be there too

“HOW DO I KEEP THIS A SECRET?? ALL I’M GONNA THINK OF IS HIS DICK”

you know your friend has always liked Mingi, so she’s freaking out a little bit.

so they come over and you’re all sitting in your living room

mingi thinks only you have seen the video so he tries his best to act normal

he gives your friend a hug like he always does, and of course, she hugs back but gives you this emotional face

seonghwa is just like….. are you two okay

“is everything alri-”

“YEP EVERYTHING IS FINE SEONGIE THANK YOU” real smooth, girl. smooth like sandpaper.

mingi gives you a look

oh no he must suspect

hongjoong “OOOO SHE HAS A SECRET. SPILL NOW.” 

“no.”

“but :(((“

“Hongjoong, no”

“fine…”

you’re hoping it was dropped but no

jongho is being a curious lil child 

“no, now you have to say”

“jong-”

“SAY IT DUDE IM CURIOUS”

“Y/N SHOWED ME A VIDEO-”

“SHURUP FJSJDJDKDKD”

mingi just hides away and probably wants to die

“what video???” 

“uh… some random guy sent me a dirty video and i showed her” 

hopefully your little white lie is told well and you save mingi

bc they would NEVER let him live it down

“just a random guy? gross.” thank you for believing it, hongjoong

“was it hot?” 

“WOOYOUNG--”

“oh yes, god damn, it was.” CAN YOUR FRIEND SHUT UP ASDGHJKL

thank god no one is paying attention to mingi bc he is red as a tomato

knowing mingi you’ll never speak of it again, hopefully

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 wonpil

first of all i will definitely do poorly on this because,,, you know,,,,, he’s so precious and i don’t think my words can do it justice ksbdjshs i wanna make the sweetest scenario for him

but i suck at sweet stuffs smh bye

name: kim wonpil

major: modeling (i still cant believe this is an actual major im living under a rock smh)

other activities: member of music club, keyboardist and main singer of the university band

jae calls him “the backbone” of the music club because wonpil participates in all club events, he always takes part in weekly activities, and he actively finds new recruits

jae on the other side pops up once in a blue moon to play guitar, do shit, then disappears

don’t worry ever since jae starts dating the newest member who happens to be wonpil’s bestie he’s more active now

honestly more than half of their club members joined because wonpil made them to

he’s persuasive and convincing okay you would end up eating rocks if he told you it’s good for health

but he’ll never do that ever bc he speaks no lies okay he’s like the sweetest person in the earth

he’ll cry by the sight of cute puppies, do i have to explain further

wonpil was nominated as the club president but the other candidate park sungjin who’s also his roommate beat him by one vote

well he prefers to be just regular member anyway, that way he can still do a lot of things for the club but with less responsibilities

you see he’s really nice, he’s caring, he’s hardworking, he’s confident, he knows how to present himself and he’s hella attractive

he’s taking modeling as his major do i make myself clear

everyone LOVES wonpil

and i mean sometimes it’s just not only a platonic love but like an “i will give you my heart and soul please marry me” love

too bad he’s oblivious af

someone: i,, i like you wonpil,,,, d-do you like me too?

wonpil: of course!!! you’re my friend!!!!!!!!!

someone: ….oh ok

accidental friendzone

but you know he doesnt actually mean to do that, he just doesn’t think anyone likes him like that

moreover he already has someone in mind

aka the coffee shop girl

aka Y O U

yeah hello guys i am: still lame

the first time he met you was on exams week

everyone was busy and stressed af and running on almost no sleep

except maybe wonpil

not because he was fully prepared but more like he forgot exams week was coming until the day before so he just decided to wing it lol whatevs

anyway his roommate aka sungjin asked him if he could go buy him a double shot espresso so wonpil did

he rarely visits coffee shops tbh and when he does he always orders vanilla latte with extra syrup for himself

wonpil seems to be that kinda person who tries to enjoy coffee but can’t handle the bitter taste its so frickin cute and trust me you think so too

so anywayyyy yeah he never saw you, aka the new barista, before

it was ur first work day as well btw and he was ur first customer

he didn’t know why but watching you being nervous made him nervous too

just imagine a stuttering costumer and a stuttering barista

everyone watched you two with anxiety

but even when wonpil was a nervous wreck he didn’t forget to smile and before leaving he said to you, “thanks, have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!”

honest to god it made your whole day better

anyway let’s move on to the second meeting

he comes back and this time he orders a vanilla latte, but being the clumsy ass that you are, you slightly confused his order

he receives his coffee and takes a sip and he freezes

you ask whats wrong and he’s like,, uh nothing,, the coffee is just,,,, kinda bitter today??? ha,,,hahahhaha,,,,

you stand still

wait

he asked for EXTRA SYRUP not EXTRA SHOT you dumbfucc

you offer to make him a new one and he refuses saying it’s fine!!! but you still feel bad so you insist but he’s like no!!! i gotta stay awake anyway i have an important quiz today i have to study! by the way uhhhh i’ve never seen you around until recently???

you introduce yourself and he introduce himself blablabla it’s awkward and your palms keep sweating for some reason

before wonpil left, he didn’t forget to say “have a great day!! i’ll see you around then!!!”

he’s so sweet uwu

seeing him and making him his vanilla latte (extra syrup) is one of the best parts of your job tbh

and he visits every single time you’re working which makes it better

why is his smile so adorable what the fuck

and there’s something about the way he walks that keeps you looking i mean boiiiii does he know how to present himself holy shit

that feeling when you see someone so beautiful you want to cry

the more you see him the more you want to know about him

what major is he in? what is he usually do outside the class? what kind of person is he? does he have a lot of friends? what’s his hobby? stuffs like that

too bad he always comes when it’s busy at the cafe so you can’t talk too much

neither he ever tries to initiate a conversation with you except his usual “hello! how are you today?” and “thank you, you make the best coffee! have a nice day!! see you!!!”

let’s admit it you highkey have a crush on him and EVERYONE knows

wELL it’s because you always wear that expression like "goddammit why must kim wonpil be so cute if he ain’t gonna ask me on a date” whenever you watch his back as he leaves the cafe

and EVERYONE but YOU knows wonpil’s so into you

whenever someone says something like “just ask him for his number he’ll definitely give it to you” you’re like “wtf nO that’s creepy and he won’t!! he doesn’t even know me!!!”

“he literally only comes when it’s your shift and he always makes sure you’re the one taking his order you oblivious dumbass”

“it’s just a coincidence”

“…..yeah whatever”

but they’re right wonpil’s crushing on you hard

at this point sungjin can even draw a portrait of you although he hasn’t actually met you before

that’s how much wonpil talks about you

from your whole adorable appearance to how cute your little cough is, or how he adores your little smile and the sparks in your eyes when he compliments your coffee, or he’ll describe your apron what the fuck and how he thinks your look so good in white and blue

sungjin’s so done with him

“just ask her out you stalker”

“nO I CAN’T!!! SHE’LL THINK IM CREEPY!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW ME”

“well i bet she remembers your face by now since you always drop by when she’s there”

“but she meets a lot of people everyday there’s NO WAY she can remember me”

you see the problem now?

then one day jae decides to play matchmaker

by “playing matchmaker” i mean he follows wonpil to the cafe and straight up tells you, in front of wonpil’s face and everyone there, “yo this friend of mine wants to take you on a date and he wonders if you’re interested”

you are: blushing

wonpil is: dead pale

you: o-oh… i’m–

wonpil: yO HE’S JUST JOKING HAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY oH My gOd jAE LET’S GO

he drags his tall friend aka jae out of the cafe and since then he never visits again :(

im sad now ugh i told you i suck at sweet stuffs like this

fast forward it’s summer and the university wonpil’s attending is holding a summer festival that’s open for public

well,,,,, you decide to go and you ask some of your friends to tag along

you’re not sure what you’re hoping; maybe you just want to see how the place wonpil’s studying at looks like, or maybe you do wish to meet him by accident or something yanno like a drama

whatever

you promised yourself that if you don’t see him today, you’ll get over him

but if you do see him, you will ask. him. out.

well jokes on you babe he’s there performing on the stage with the band

he’s,,, he’s singing,,, and playing keyboard,,,, omg his voice

as you already know im uncreative soooo by impossible coincidence somehow his eyes spot you in the crowd

btw i imagine them singing Pouring but i think you can pick any songs you like

he’s so taken aback that one second he’s singing and the next second he sees you and his eyes widen and he’s like “I’m falling for–hUH? why are you here??” to the microphone

don’t worry the others cover for his mistake while trying not to laugh

everyone laughs too while looking around to find the person whom wonpil sees

you’re embarrassed as fuck you want to curl up and hide forever

but your so-called-friends don’t let you get away that easy okay it’s your only chance

dw dude wonpil feels the same he wants to immediately get off the stage and die

but sungjin will literally kill wonpil in his sleep if he doesn’t do anything it’s now or never

poor boi has had enough of this pining shit

so after the band performance wonpil has no choice but to approach you

“h-hey! so you watched our stage!”

“y-yeah! it was great!! didn’t know you can sing so well”

“h-haha thanks”

“y-you’re welcome”

silence

more silence

wonpil clears his throat and, “so…”

you blink fast, “yeah…?”

“um uhhh do you wanna see around? i can take you”

“oH of course”

What Am I Even Writing Anymore

well remember your promise earlier? about asking him out?? no???

is it too late to chicken out and forget the whole thing now

you barely know each other it’s so awkward and he looks so fine today and you really don’t wanna push him even further now but if you hesitate longer who knows someone else will ask him first and just the thought alone breaks your heart a little bit

so it’s time to grow a pair and take risks cmon dude you can do this

one

two

“anywaysijustwonderifyou'refreenextsaturday?”

wait

it was!! not!!! your voice!!!!

“huh?”

wonpil clears his throat and repeats slower, “i just wonder if you’re uhhhh free next saturday?”

o shit

o fUck YeAH

you cough a bit before answering, “y-y-yeah i guess??”

“ok um i like, have two tickets for movie if you want to come with me”

that’s like the lamest invitation and you yourself gotta admit that lmao

but oh kim wonpil,, dear,,,, there’s no way i would say no

so you two go on a date

or “casual outing” as you two call it

but everyone knows it’s a date okay even though you two didn’t have any skinskip oops

it’s okay it takes a bit of time but you’ll get there

i mean, since then you two go out together almost every weekend so ye it won’t be that long until the awkwardness wears off

wonpil just cherish you so much he’s afraid he’ll scare you or hurt your feeling by accident so he never boldly initiates anything

the first time you two finally holding hands is when you two go skating, and that’s just because you two are so bad at that

gotta hold each other so you won’t keep falling aye romance

you don’t know this but trust me wonpil talks about it for days sungjin almost decides to move out

he’s still insisting it’s not a date tho

“you know what, i can already imagine you two in like 10 years, standing at the altar and be like, do you marry me as a friend or what? unclear”

“do you think we’ll get married?????”

“oh dear god”

but yeah

you two will get there

somehow

just take your sweet time and give wonpil all the love in the world i beg you

that’s it YAY i think imma work on sungjin’s next wish me luck im running out of lame cliche ideas now lol bye

[luke-got-me-feeling-hemmotional]

How The Boys Find Out About Your Relationship  (Preference #8)

Idk man, i feel like calum would be the type to keep something like this a secret for a while

Luke

Laughing against his lips, you part your lips, feeling him slip his tongue into your mouth, giving your tongue a gentle brush at first, letting you have a taste. His hand moves from your hair to your jaw and you leave one hand on his chest, the other going to his neck.

You've just come back from a date, which was supposed to happen 2 weeks ago for your 6 month anniversary, but you both got busy so you pushed it back by 2 weeks.

You'd barely spent much time together in that 2 week period, only spent the night 3 times, you only stayed around for an hour with each other in the morning, and one time Luke only stayed for 20 minutes in the morning before leaving. You hung out with the whole group once, and you didn't really get to see each other in the way you'd like to, you had to keep it platonic.

Luke and your's relationship has been kept a secret for the past 6 months, and there's not really a specific reason why, you guess you could say that you don't want to tear the whole friendship group apart if you break up, and you don't want to create any awkward tension if that were to happen, but to be honest, at the rate this is going, there's no signs of breaking up anytime soon.

"Mm, you're too good for me." Luke groans, squeezing your waist, absolutely in awe of you.

"Sure." You sarcastically reply, twirling the hair at the back of his head around your finger.

He chuckles, capturing your lips in another heated kiss, working his lips against yours at a pace that is rapidly picking up and hands are roaming all over.

"Is anyone home?" You ask, as he kisses your neck.

"No." He answers, taking one hand off you to unlock the front door.

"Amazing." You whisper, bringing your lips back to his, and you blindly walk through the door, and Luke's hands are on your hips, pushing you up against the closest wall that's not near the door.

Luke lets out a moan at the feeling of you sucking on his tongue, and he burys his fingers in your hair, his whole body feeling alive under your touch.

"W-What the actual fuck is going on?" A voice interrupts the heated moment.

You both freeze still, until Luke drops his head down to your shoulder.

"Hey, Ashton." You wave, spotting Calum and Michael sitting on the couch, wide eyed.

"What are you even doing in my house?" Luke asks.

"Answer my question first." Ashton replies, an amused look in his eyes.

"That didn't look like it was anything near the first time." Calum points out, and you and Luke look at each other.

Luke takes your hand, dragging you to the spare couch where they're sitting, and Luke wraps his arm around your shoulder when you sit down next to him.

"Well?" Michael asks, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"We're um, dating?" Luke states, but it comes out as a question, making you laugh.

Even though it was obvious, shock still manages to make it's way onto their faces.

"How long has this been going for?" Calum questions.

"6 months." You sheepishly answer.

"What!?" They exclaim, even more shocked than before.

"What?" You both say in unison.

"6 months? H-How?" Ashton splutters.

"I don't know, like any other relationship you've ever had?" Luke shrugs.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Calum asks.

"Timing didn't really feel right." You say.

"So this all started at Calum's birthday party?" Michael speaks up after doing the maths, and you and Luke share a look, trying to conceal your smirks.

"Wait, what's with the look?" Ashton laughs.

"I mean, let's just say there was another benefit to being friends other than friendship that lasted like 5 months." Luke confesses.

"Oh my God, I knew it, I thought you just called it quits a long time ago." Michael claims.

"How?" Luke asks.

"I don't know, for starters I'd seen (Y/N) walking out of your room multiple times, we were at this club and you were all over each other, not mention that you left that night together. You weren't that slick." He explains.

"Slick enough for you to not know we were in a relationship for 6 months." You fire back.

"Where were you anyway? We all expected you to be here?" Ashton asks.

"Date, 6 month anniversary." Luke explains.

"Explains why you're all dressed up." Calum notes.

"Yeah, and I was planning on ripping that dress off tonight, so if you can leave so I can get laid, that'd be great."

Michael

"You guys have your own houses, why do you always have to spend so much time at mine?" You huff, grabbing some pyjama shorts and an old t shirt, getting ready to get in the shower.

"Your house feels like a home." Luke answers as you brush your hair.

"Only because you spend most of your time here." You tell him, as he leans against the doorway.

"And you have the best food." Calum adds, coming up the stairs, a bag of chips in his hand.

"And the best couch/bed." Ashton dips in.

"And you're here." Michael smiles, making you smile, and you pick up your clean clothes so you can get showered.

"Now get out, I need to get showered." You usher, not even bothering to look if they even move or not as you go straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on to warm up whilst you get undressed.

"But for real, she has the best food." Calum says, as he watches Ashton poke through your stuff.

"What t.v. show are we watching tonight?" Michael questions, pulling out his phone.

"We're finishing Sense8." Luke says.

"What? I thought we finished that? I watched the whole of the last season again last week." Calum states.

"Honestly, there's not a feeling worse than this." Ashton comments.

"I feel betrayed." Michael agrees, making them all bicker, but eventually it turns into a normal conversation.

"Dude, (Y/N)'s in there." Luke tells Michael as he heads towards the bathroom, his mind fixated on his phone.

"I know?" Michael furrows his eyebrows, not seeing the problem.

"Wha-" Luke starts, but cuts himself off, severely confused as this is so unlike Michael to just barge in on a woman. Michael just sends Luke a confused glance and opens the door, closing it behind him so the other boys don't see you.

"Hey, baby." You greet, massaging the shampoo into your scalp.

You and Michael have been dating for a few months now, keeping it on the down low, because everyone is so close and neither of you don't want anything to change just yet.

"Hey." Michael smiles, placing his phone on the counter, before he pees. "Oh shit!" Michael mumbles, his eyes widening as he realizes what he's just done.

"What? Did you dick fall off?" You question, look in at him through the glass. "I hope not because I like that little guy."

"So, funny story!" Michael nervously laughs.

"Michael, what'd you do?" You whine.

"You know about our secret relationship, and all that jazz?" He asks, watching your facial expression change through the progressively steaming up glass.

"...Yeah."

"It might not be so secret anymore." He sheepishly finishes.

"Michael!" You exclaim, as he flushes the toilet.

"It was an accident, I promise." He says, washing his hands.

"What happened?" You ask.

"Well... I came in here, whilst they were in your bedroom, and Luke told me not to go in there, because you're kinda naked and we're supposed to be just friends." He trails off.

"Mikey!" You whine.

"You know we weren't really convinced that that was what was going on or paid more and one thought to it, but you just cleared it up for us!" You both hear a voice shout.

"Mikey!" You whine again.

"So thanks guys!"

"I'm just gonna kinda stay in here until you're done." Michael says, leaning against the counter.

"Amazing." You sigh.

Turning the hairdryer off, you brush some of you hair, then run your hand through it, not bothering to part it. Facing Michael, you see him watching you through the mirror,

"Beautiful." He whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thanks." You smile, resting your forearms on his shoulders.

"I love you." He tells you, squeezing your sides.

"I love you, too." You reply, pecking his lips, but he goes back in for more. "So, are you ready to stop hiding from your friends?" You ask.

"I guess." He huffs, and you laugh, taking his hand and he lets you drag him to the door.

Opening up the door, finding your bedroom empty.

"They must me down stairs." You suggest.

"Ah! There's the happy couple." Luke teases.

"Shut up." You laugh.

"How long has this been going on for?" Calum questions, as you place your hand on Michael's arm that's holding your hand.

"Like 3 months, 3 and a half months maybe." Michael answers.

"Shit." Calum's mumbles.

"Are you guys happy together?" Ashton asks.

"Unbelievably." You both say.

"It's nice to see, neither of you have been in a relationship in a while, and I can trust both of you to not ruin each other." Calum states.

"Thanks you, it means a lot, really."

Calum

"Baby?" Calum raspily questions.

"Hm?" You sleepily hum.

"Come here." He mumbles, but you both knew that you're not going to move so he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"Love you." You whisper.

"Love you." He repeats, lazily placing a kiss to your head before you both drift off to dreamland again.

"Calum, it's nearly lunch, why aren't you up?" Luke questions, walking into the bedroom.

"Go away." He groans, playing with the ends of your hair.

"No, if I'm up, you have to be, too." Michael states.

"Let me sleep." Calum quietly says.

"What time did you go to bed last night, jeez." Ashton laughs.

Suddenly a lot of his warmth is gone, replaced by gasps, making Calum open his eyes, finding his duvet on the floor and the boys staring at the body lying next to him in shock.

"Oh my God, Calum we're so sorry, we had no idea you had a girl over." Michael apologises.

"Hold on a second, is that (Y/N)?" Ashton asks, and Calum looks down at you, who is only in some black lacy panties and bra that he was very appreciative of last night.

"Calum? Baby?" You ask, rolling onto your back, rubbing your eye.

"Holy shit." Luke's eyes widens and Calum acts on impulse, covering your body with his.

"What are y- oh my God." You cut yourself off, shock taking over you as your vision clears and you meet the confused gazes of Michael, Luke, and Ashton.

"I have so many questions right now." Ashton states.

"We'll answer them in a second, just get out." Calum tells them.

"Okay but damn Calum, you scored a good one." Luke teases.

"Luke!" You groan in unison, and you cover your eyes with your hand, wanting to block the moment out as they leave the room.

"Can't say I expected to wake up to that this morning." Calum says, rolling off you and onto his back.

"What happened? I woke up and suddenly they were right in front of the bed." You question, rubbing the sleep out of your eye.

"I don't know, they came over and were trying to get me to get up, then I guess they ripped the duvet off and found you." He roughly explain. "I didn't even think about us, I just wanted to sleep."

"What do we tell them? It's going to be a big shock." You ask, looking over at him.

"Don't worry, baby." He mumbles, burying his face in your neck, before he starts to place kisses up your neck.

"Calum, no." You laugh, pushing his head away. Sitting up, you swing your leg over his body and sit down between his hips. "Seriously, what do we say?" You ask.

"I guess that we've been dating for the past 2 years, sorry we didn't tell you, see you later?" He suggests, placing his hands on your thighs.

"Whatever we say, it's gonna come as a shock." You sigh.

'Do you think they're going to be mad?" Calum questions.

"More confused than anything I think." You shrug.

"We both knew this day was coming sooner or later." He points out, anxiety becoming more apparent in his features.

"Hey, it's going to fine, you know that, don't worry so much about it. The worst that'll happen is that they'll be a little upset that we didn't tell for so long, but they'll get over it, I promise." You reassure and lean down to kiss him.

"You promise?" He asks, brushing his nose against yours.

"I promise." You repeat, kissing him again.

"Okay, we should really cut this off for now before it goes too far." Calum lets out a big breath.

"Yeah." You agree, placing one final kiss on his lips and get up so you can get dressed.

"But we can finish this later." He winks and you flip him off before closing the bathroom door.

Running your hand through your hair, you put the spare hairbrush that you leave here on the counter, walking out the bathroom, finding Calum on his phone sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you ready?" You ask, standing in front of him.

"Mhm." He hums, standing up and wraps his arms around you, holding you for a few seconds. "Love you." He mumbles, kissing your forehead.

"Love you, too." You smile, and begin to lead him downstairs.

"So, was this a one time thing or is this something that's happening now?" Michael smirks.

"It's kinda been going on a for a while." Calum answers, watching you fix yourself some breakfast.

"Like how long?" Ashton asks suspiciously, eyeing you two up.

"Like 2 years long." Calum sheepishly replies, wincing when Luke chokes on his food, and Michael and Ashton freeze.

"What the fuck?" Michael says as he pats Luke's back.

"W-What he said." Luke adds.

"Yeah." Ashton adds.

"It just kinda happened! The first year of our relationship went by so quick and it was so busy." Calum exclaims.

"And the next year?" Luke questions, as you sit across from the three.

"It would of been too weird to announce it after a year." You shrug.

"So how long were you going to wait until you did?" Ashton asks.

"Didn't really think about it." You tell him, taking a bite of your breakfast,

"What if it was like 7 years from now? Would you invite us to your wedding? Would you tell us who your baby daddy is?" Michael questions.

"My baby daddy?" You ask.

"I mean you're clearly not playing cards and going to church from the events of earlier." Luke pipes up.

"Shut up." You say.

"Alright, I'll admit that I'm a little hurt you didn't tell us sooner, but you guys seem happy together from what I've seen so far, so I'm happy for you guys." Ashton comments.

"Thank you."

"We are happy together." Calum nods, wrapping his arms around your shoulder from behind and he takes a bite of your breakfast.

"Baby, no." You whine, but he runs away before you can do anything to him.

"I guess this explains why you didn't want to go on a date with my friend." Luke says to you whilst laughing.

Ashton

"Where's (Y/N)? I swear she's always late." Luke asks, crossing one of his legs over the other.

"I don't know, probably over slept or something." Ashton shrugs.

"I swear she always sleeps as well, I came over last week and she was asleep on the couch in the afternoon." Luke points out.

"To be fair, it was raining and there was a storm rolling in so she didn't want to be driving in the rain." Ashton defends.

"Why were you here anyway?" Michael questions.

"I forgot my wallet." Luke answers.

"Yeah and you came to pick it up like 3 days later, who does that?" Ashton asks.

"Why?" Calum laughs.

"I didn't need to spend anything and I spent those days in my house." Luke explains. "Even if I did go out, I knew you guys would pay for me."

"You 'lil bitch." Calum says.

"I won't accept this hate." Luke states and get up, heading the direction of the bathroom.

"What the fuck is this?" Luke comes back in the room 5 minutes later, holding a beauty blender.

"Something for girls." Ashton answers, watching Luke's eyebrows furrow,

"What like a tampon?" Luke questions, instantly dropping after the words leave his mouth.

"No it's a beauty blender for make up." Ashton explains, his mind going back to when you were here the other day and you talked him through your make up as he asked all sorts of questions about it, and then you put some highlighter on him when you were finished.

"Oh, why didn't you just say that in the first place?" He replies, sitting down again.

"Didn't think you'd care that much."

"So Ashton has a girl over." Calum smirks.

"I guess you could say that." Ashton shrugs, not wanting to get too into it.

"What was she like?"

"Was she good because she obviously spent the night."

"Was it a one time thing?"

Before Ashton can answer their questions, you come through the door.

"I would've been here earlier, but I couldn't find my beauty blender to do my make up, so by the time I found another one it was already late so I made myself even more late." You announce, looking at their shocked faces when you look up.

"What? Is it the shirt? I wasn't sure on it either, but it was the only shirt that was clean." You question, looking down at it.

"Mm, babe." Ashton winces.

"No." Michael shakes his head.

"No way." Luke agrees.

"No fucking way." Calum adds.

"You and Ashton? H-how?" Luke questions.

"What?" You question.

"Um, surprise." Ashton says.

"Ash, what's going on?" You ask, looking over at your boyfriend of 3 months.

"As you so confidently entered, you announced that you'd lost your beauty blender, but what you didn't know is that prior to that, Luke found it in my bathroom, and I explained to them what is was. They thought I'd just had a hook up over but because of your opening words when you entered, they connected the dots, so now I think they know." Ashton words it weirdly.

"Shit." You comments after some silence.

"But you and Ashton?" Michael repeats.

"3 months." Ashton says.

"Honestly, (Y/N) you could do so much better." Calum speaks up.

"Rude." Ashton huffs, crossing his arms.

"How did this even happen?" Luke asks, as you sit down next to Ashton.

"Well, Ashton had kinda been in love with me for the past year, so I did some charity work and took him on." You tease.

"Wow (Y/N), you're such an amazing person." Michael says.

"Thank you." You smile, and place a hand on your heart. "Kidding." You drag out the vowel, and peck Ashton's lips.

"It's so weird, I've never even thought about the idea of you being a couple." Calum points out.

"Yeah, but by the thought of it, you seem like a good match." Luke smiles.

"I'm happy for you guys." Michael says