#dream but i know there was a quiet confession and they hug and its very fucking sweet and just. AUGH!!!!!

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my brain telling me to go back to reading reddie fic 24/7 by making me dream about them last night

[vhagarys]

Issa Ānogar {My Blood}

pt.2

targaryen!siblings x reader, brother!aemond x reader, brother!aegon x reader, sister!helaena x reader

summary: drunken words are sober thoughts. you confess your desire for your siblings and come to find such affections are more than reciprocated.

warnings: canon-typical incest, brother x sister, eventual smut, horny reader!, sexual harassment, possessive!targ!siblings

MDNI

Your eyes blearily opened as the throbbing in your head began to finally subside.

I certainly outdid myself last night. You groaned as the sun peaked through the curtains.

The prior evening’s events buzzed through your mind. You recalled chugging from your goblet atop the royal table, stuffing your mouth with lemon cakes, your siblings saving you from the pervy Lannister lord.

Your siblings…

A draft from the open windows delivered a cold sensation to your lower region. You pushed off the blankets to discover a large wet patch on the sheets, your small clothes uncomfortably damp.

You had peaked during your dream. Your dream in which you fantasized of your brothers stretching you open with their cocks while tasting your sisters sweet arousal between her thighs. Though the scenarios varied slightly each time, you had dreamt of this many a time already.

“Seven hells,” you buried your head beneath your pillow as you recalled your brazen actions.

They knew. Knew of the desire you had for them. Your cheeks burned at the thought of having to face them.

Perhaps if I lock myself in here for a fortnight they will have forgotten about my declarations.

Nothing ever sounded as appealing as that.

But, your mother’s timing never fell short of impeccable, and a quiet knock was heard at the door.

In a panic, you darted under the sheets, hoping the intruder will not see you and leave.

“My princess,” your handmaiden Elyse said softly, “The dowager queen has requested your presence at breakfast this morning. Shall I run a bath?”

You sighed in relief upon realizing who was there. You were very fortunate to have such a thoughtful and attentive handmaiden. Peeking through the covers, you shook your head.

“You know how I hate the formalities,” you narrowed your eyes at her. A small smile made its way onto her face as she bowed lightly and entered your chambers.

“That won’t be necessary, love. I may request something else though.” Curious, she approached your disheveled form and once in arms reach you dramatically clutched onto her arm.

“I believe I did something foolish last night,” you muttered. Though many may deem inappropriate, you shared many things with Elyse, developing what you hoped was a friendship with each other.

She reciprocated your touch, rubbing small circles on your lower arm. Chuckling to herself, she mused, “This wouldn’t happen to correlate with your indulgence in last nights wine, would it?”

The blush that spread across your cheeks was almost instantaneous. You pulled her down into an embrace, reciprocating her laugh.

“Ugh, I made such a fool of myself!”

Pulling back and observing the pout on your face, she couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for her friend.

Grabbing your hand, she pulled you onto your feet and led you over to your vanity and began brushing through your tangled knots.

“I thought the dress you wore last night was lovely, Y/N,” she divided your hair and started three smaller braids.

You smiled softly and reveled in the heavenly sensation of her fingers combing through your strands.

Once finished, she walked over to your closet and pulled out a satin, emerald gown. She knew how you hated to dress in a corset in the morning, thus she opted for a piece that naturally hugged onto your curves.

While she dug through your clothes, you quickly replaced your wet small clothes, preferring not to be wet between the legs at breakfast.

How she was able to transform you into something presentable, you swore was some form of witchcraft.

Sliding on some wool slippers that disappeared under your gown, you realized you would not be allowe solitary confinement.

Before opening the doors, you reached for Elyse and pleaded, “Stay with me, eat with me please,”

At this, she pulled you into a hug, “Everything will be alright, Y/N. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

If only she knew, you gulped.

———

You stared at the doors to the dining room, hoping to the gods to only find your mother inside. The door creaked opened, and to your misfortunate, were soon in the presence of the very group you had prayed to avoid.

Your mother sat at the head of the table with all three of your siblings engaged in some light chatter. They all seemed cheerful as they feasted on warm lamprey pies and intricately baked raspberry tarts. The sight made your mouth water.

Upon hearing the door open, four sets of eyes landed on you.

You prayed no one could hear the loud thrum of your erratic heartbeat.

“Good morning mother, brothers, sister.” You bowed your head lightly before taking your place at the table next to Helaena.

“I trust you slept, my dear? Your siblings were informing me of your restlessness last night when they brought you to your chambers.”

Staring down at your plate, you were more interested in the pastries and fruit than entertaining any sort of conversation.

Across the table, you could feel your brothers gaze drill holes in you.

You cleared your throat, “Yes mother, I apologize for my brazenness last evening. I was just so thrilled of our families victory and indulged too heavily on the wine. It won’t happen again.”

Helaena chuckled and lightly grazed your arm, her touch seared into your skin. “It’s quite alright, dear sister. No one faults you for engaging in the celebrations.”

You shifted your gaze away from her fingers on you to her face. Looking into her eyes, there was no doubt she remembered everything that transpired last night. You offered a half smile before returning to your food.

Aegon couldn’t hide his amusement at your obvious discomfort. He added, “And you looked absolutely delightful, sister. Do tell me, where did you conjure such a beautiful gown from?” He smirked darkly at you.

Awaiting your response, you quickly lied, “I found it in my closet buried beneath some other clothes,” your cheeks were inflamed at your brother’s hidden accusation.

He shook his head, “You know, I seem to recall Helaena wearing a dress almost identical less than a fortnight ago”, an almost sadistic smile graced the kings face.

Aemond watched the scene unfold, almost wanting to step in and tell his siblings to stop their teasing. A more devilish voice in his head wanted to see you squirm, to return the favor from last night.

He leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him. You met his gaze and pleaded with your eyes for him to change the subject.

“I worried for our sister last evening. From now on, I think her intake of wine at such festivities should be monitored closely. I’d hate for something to happen to her,” he spoke to your mother yet kept his eyes fixed to you.

A surge of annoyance flared through you, gripping your fork tightly “I am not a child, that will not be necessary.”

“On the contrary, mandia. After you were nearly assaulted by the Lannister man, it would put my mind at ease knowing someone was watching over you. Perhaps I will accompany you at the next celebration.”

They were ganging up on you, attempting to humiliate you in front of your mother. Their actions only served to confirm they indeed remembered your words from the previous night.

As with many Targaryens, one of the biggest flaws were their tempers. As hard as you tried to refrain from losing yours, Aegon’s patronizing words caused you to snap.

Your fork clanged loudly on your plate as you seethed, prior thoughts of embarrassment long gone.

“Pay mind to how you speak to me, brother. I will not be disrespected.”

Aegon grinned cruelly at your outburst, satisfied for getting a rise out of you.

Your mother quickly intervened, “Enough. The matter is through. Y/N, do not be wasteful and eat.”

You gritted your teeth, the urge to slap each of your siblings the most appetizing thing in your mind.

Finishing your plate in a hurry, you asked to be excused and stormed out of the room. Your siblings all exchanged a glance as you left.

———

Forgoing your morning Valyrian lessons, you barged through the gates of the dragonpit, calming when you saw your dragon Vermithor.

Sensing your presence, the dragon lifted his head and nudged you with his snout.

You had claimed the ferocious dragon when you were only eight years of age. Since then, you two had developed quite a close bond.

Your mother had screamed in terror when she saw your reaching up to touch the most terrifying of beasts in the pit.

As if sensing your distress, he let out a growl to which you whispered, “Kostagon īlon sōvegon tubī?”

(Can we fly today?)

Spreading his majesty brown wings, he leaned down enough for you to climb on. Soon, you were soaring through the clouds, the transpirations with your siblings long forgotten.

You reveled in the feeling of the cold wind against your face and the freedom of escaping the daily mundanities of the land below.

A sudden twirl which caused you to hang upside down for a moment evoked a yelp from you. You laughed and Vermithor responded with a pleased grunt.

Taking refuge in the misty clouds above Dragonstone, you were blissfully unaware of the larger dragon gaining traction behind you.

Vermithor whipped his head around and let out a warning shriek. This promptly snapped you out of your day dreaming and soon saw the head of Vhagar peaking through the clouds.

“Ziry’s sȳz, ziry’s issa lēkia,” you soothed, though irked at your brother following after you.

(It’s okay, it’s my brother)

Once they were closer, you could make out the shit-eating grin on Aemonds face.

“Sōvegon qrīdrughagon hen īlva, byka mandia?”

(Running away from us, little sister?)

Vhagar let out a roar and attempted to intercept your path, to which your dragon grunted and dived down beneath the clouds.

You were happy the two of your were on the same page.

You pulled the reins towards the left, directing your dragon towards a range of mountains to the east.

“Gaomagon daor mazverdagon issa jiōragon ao,” Aemonds voice descended upon you. A shadow soon encompassed you and knew he was right above.

(Don’t make me chase you)

Vermithor let out another menacing roar, unwilling to submit despite Vhagars sizable difference.

Frustrated, you commanded your dragon to return to Kings Landing, knowing your brother wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t.

———

Dismounting from your loyal friend, you could hear Vhagar making her descent towards you.

Can this day get any worse?, you rolled your eyes.

Eager to lock yourself in the comfort of your chambers, you sprinted down the hall. It was only past noon and yet were exhausted from the emotional roller coaster today had become.

The guards looked puzzled as you approached, however you made no mind and strode past them hastily.

Any hopes of solitude died quickly as a laugh rang through the room.

Lounging on your bed laid your brother Aegon as well as your sister, both who seemed to perk at the sound of you entering.

Your annoyance was palpable. Spinning on your heels, you didn’t wish to entertain any sort of conversation with them and opted to simply relocate.

Suddenly, you collided with a hard presence, body landing with a thud on the cold marble floor. The initial shock quickly wore off and you looked up to find your brother Aemond smirking cruelly down at you.

The pot boiled over. You collected yourself and made to push past him, using as much force as you could muster.

This evoked a chuckle from him as he grabbed your outstretched arms and commanded, “Sit down.”

You wrenched yourself out of his grasp. Feeling like a corned animal, you all but shouted, “Why are you doing this?! Haven’t I made it plain that I wish to be left alone! I do not wish to fight with any of you!”

The lack of response made you throw your hands up and take a seat at your vanity. You cradled your temples with your hands as you simmered.

Your sister was the only one who seemed to take an ounce of pity on you. She sauntered towards you and removed one of your hands from your face.

“Sister, do you remember what you said to us last night?”

You froze.

The tension in the room could be sliced with a knife as they awaited your response.

Too cowardly to admit the truth, you replied with a meek, “no.”

Aegon’s mocking chuckle filled the room and you heard foosteps approach your nervous form.

His pointer finger lifted the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look up to meet his wicked gaze. You shrunk under his scrutiny.

“I think she does remember. Why else would she take such great lengths to avoid us, hm? Tell me sister, have you forgotten the feeling of my cock stiffening from your touch? I certainly haven’t.”

Embarrassment washed over you like a bucket of cold water. Though, you couldn’t stop your core from leaking at his vulgar words.

You craned your neck to look at your other brother, tears starting to teeter over the brim of your lash line.

Aemond observed you. How cute.

Dousing the flame with gasoline, Aegon continued,

“I recall her saying something along the lines of “I only want all three of you, my blood?,’ Did I mishear you, byka mandia (little sister)? Or does my innocent sister want the three of us to have our way with her, hm?”

Helaena played with a piece of your hair, and tugged lightly, evoking a small gasp from you.

“We want to hear you say it, dear. Did you truly mean those things?” a tinge of desperation could be heard in her tone.

You knew you couldn’t evade them any longer. Their heated gazes made your dress unbearably hot. A moth who ventured too close to the flame.

You murmured, “Yes, I meant it.”

She tucked the strand she’d been playing with and slowly her lips meet your cheek, similar to how you had kissed her at the banquet.

“We want you too, sweet sister. Isn’t that right, lekias,” (brothers) she cupped your cheek and the ghost of something mischievous danced across her features.

You look over to your brothers, who seemed enraptured by the scene before them.

“I’ve dreamt of claiming you as ours for quite some time,” Aegon confessed, to which Aemond agreed with a nod of his head.

Was this truly happening?, you feared the gods were playing a cruel jest on you.

A dark shadow loomed over you as your brother Aemond extended his hand to you, which you nervously took.

Once on your feet, he roughly pulled you to him, pressing your bodies together.

The room was thick with suspense, you gasped and gripped his arms to steady yourself.

Strong and sturdy, you felt yourself reveling in your brothers form against your own, you softly bit on your lower lip to stifle your heavy breathing.

Observing this, he pressed his thumb down on your lip, forcing your teeth to release it. Applying more pressure, you instinctively parted your lips.

He was enraptured by your plump, soft mouth. The innocent gaze in your eyes, the way you gripped his arms tightly to steady yourself.

The urge to manhandle you on the bed and claim his rightful place between your thighs went straight to his cock.

You let out a breath as you felt him hardening against you, filled with a sense of pride that you had such an effect on him.

Breaking you out of your trance, he gripped your hips and twisted your body so you were now facing your other siblings. His hands traveled up the sides of your hips, sending shivers down your spine, and soon began toying with the bow on the bodice of your dress.

His stiff member pressed deliciously between your cheeks.

You felt your garments loosen with every pull of your brothers nimble fingers on the strings of your corset.

A gentle voice behind you sent goosebumps down your skin.

“Be careful what you wish for, sweet girl. Get on the bed.”

part 3??? hmmmmm

authors note: i am a tease

enjoy!

- alice •••

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DEATH WISH LOVE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Buck never thought he could love someone like that. Especially not someone with the same death wish love as him.

Warning: Anxiety crisis, near-death experience, hospital, crying, ansgt.

Word count: 2.5K

a/n: My God, I can't believe it's taken me over a year to get back. I missed this place so much. It's been an intense, crazy year. I finally got my dream job at the best hospital in Latin America. I'm so happy, but at the same time it's demanded everything of me, working long shifts almost every day, but its the price I have to pay. I hope you like this one, it was based on the song Death Wish Love by Benson Boone, which as soon as I heard it I immediately imagined something with our dear Buck. I confess I thought I'd do something angsty, but I don't think I have that capacity, he already suffers so much that I just wanted him to have a happy ending this time.

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You were the new firefighter in 118, and also new to the city. In order to follow your dreams, you left your hometown with everyone and everything you knew. You craved for bigger things, you wanted the big city, you wanted Los Angeles.

The team welcomed you with open arms, which was unusual to you. You weren’t used to this or neither known by your affectionate gestures, but apparently everything was an excuse for a hug at the station. It was a bit hard to get used to all this affection, especially when you came from a place where you were always by yourself.

That was one of the main reasons you became a firefighter, you have walked through fire every single day of your life, why not make it your profession?

You were a source of curiosity between the team, always so quiet and so resistant to everyone's affection. It was hard to win you over. Especially because you had a rather difficult personality, you were fearless at work, you weren't afraid to go into the fire to save lives, you did it without thinking twice.

To Bobby you were a cause for concern, and sometimes the reason why he was having trouble sleeping. He knew this personality very well. It was the same one he had struggled for years to learn to deal with, the one he had to fight with so many times, he was very familiar with this death wish love, it was the same as Buck’s.

The blue-eyed man on the other side, couldn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off you. Ever since you arrived a few months ago, your image has been running through Buck’s mind. You've become a challenge for him. But not in a bad way, he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to understand you. But you didn't make things any easier for him, especially when today was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

"You're drooling" he snapped back to reality when he heard Eddie mocking next to him.

"Shut up" Buck said, turning his gaze back to you playing with his niece.

You had a beauty he couldn't explain, an angelic one. You had this steely gaze and looking at you felt like suicide. He would fall to his knees if you asked him to. How could someone so delicate also be so dangerous?

The way you were reluctant to follow Bobby's orders, you'd walk into the fire without a second thought. You would take risks without thinking about your own safety, just thinking about everyone else. He saw how hard you worked, he saw how mad Bobby got when he ordered the building to be evacuated and you were always the last one to leave. You were intriguing and he was fascinated.

It was so strange for you. Being in Maddie's living room, with everyone gathered together like a big family, laughing and telling funny stories. The team met once a week, with all the families together, the children running around the living room, the smell of food in the air, the voices, the laughter.

You accepted the invitation after a few months of refusing, and now you spent the week looking forward to the moment when you would be together again.

Sometimes when you got home from a meeting, you cried. You cried because you never had that, you never had anyone who cared about you. You were an unexpected pregnancy, your parents didn't planned you, they didn't want you and that was never a secret to anyone.

And that's why you were surprised when one day you arrived early at the station and Hen had a cake for you that you had once said reminded of what your grandmother used to bake.

Or when another one Eddie handed you a drawing that Chris made specifically for you. Of the two of you playing together.

Or when Maddie sent you, through Chim, the cookies you said you loved one day while you were having coffee together.

Or when Bobby invited you to have lunch with him and Athena on a Sunday ‘cause he knew you were going to do it alone.

Or when Buck gave you a book he'd heard you say was your favorite during a conversation.

*

It was mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Your hands were shaking, your heart pounding. The words your father had once spoken echoed in your mind. "You will never be loved". But you were at a table with 118's entire family, and you felt loved. Maddie told you about the gossip from her work. Karen hugged you from the side every time you passed by her. Hen included you in every conversation. Athena calmly answered all the questions you were curious about her work. So why did you feel like an imposter? Why was your father's voice echoing inside your head? Why were you on the verge of an anxiety attack?

"I'll be right back" you muttered to the girls, but you realized how shaky your voice sounded. You were pathetic.

You barely made it to the bathroom, your legs buckled and you sat down in the corner of the room. You could hardly breathe, it was hard to pull in the air. Tears streamed down your face. Your heart was racing. Your hands were shaking.

You heard your voice being called from outside. Damn. You couldn't calm down, your hand was on your chest as if it could make the pain go away.

"Hey, hey. I'm here. Calm down, I’ve got you" it was Buck.

His voice was just a whisper in your ear. You let a sob escape your lips. Pathetic. You felt his arms around you, until you were all wrapped up in his arms. Why was he doing that? Why did he care?

He stayed there until you stopped crying. You were still in his arms, and it was so warm, so safe. Sighs came from your lips, and you couldn't imagine what a mess Buck's head and heart were in. He wanted you in his arms, not just now.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, so you stayed.

"You don't have to talk about what's going on in there, but the day you feel like you need a hug to cry into, you've got mine" your eyes filled with tears again. "And don't ever apologize for it"

*

The smiles on your lips were becoming constant. And it was Buck's favorite image. You were letting people through your armor, you were letting your guard down, and it felt good. You now baked pies and cakes for the station on your days off, recipes learned from the girls after a few long afternoons of chatting and coffee.

Your laughter was contagious, and the boys would always crack little jokes to get them out of you.

Your eyes were now looking out for a pair of blue ones, all the time, everywhere. Eyes that were always looking back at you. Your hands were always looking for an excuse to bump into Buck's, just to feel that shiver run down your spine every time. And he would find any reason to text you, until the excuses became routine. You woke up every day with a good morning message and went to bed with a good night one. The little touches now became big gestures, Buck loved to brush your hair out of your face and tuck them behind your ear. And you loved to run your hand over the birthmark above his eye. You loved when his warm lips traveled up your neck to your lips. You loved when his hands ran over your body always so slowly and so gently, bringing goosebumps wherever they went. You loved making love with him. How he worshiped your body, how much he worshiped you. The way he made you feel loved.

You had a hold on Buck, and you didn't even know it. He had become attached to you, attached to the idea of having you by his side. The nights with you were the ones he could truly rest in, the mornings where he woke up to your soft kisses on his face, were the ones he would keep forever in his mind.

But he could feel that you were still resisting his feelings, and he was terrified of losing you. Buck was in love with you. It took months for him to realize that, but he did it. He loved you.

But one thing has never changed. And as Buck followed the loud murmurs coming from Bobby’s office, where he knew you were at, he kept in mind the danger you were in at every call. He couldn't lose you.

"Hey, what happe-" he couldn't finish the sentence when he saw you walking out the door, since you brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder, without even looking him in the face.

Buck made his way to the room, where he saw his captain wiping his hands across his face, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"She'll end up dead if she keep acting like this, Buck"

"I know"

"After the last call, if she doesn't change her behavior, I'll be forced to suspend her."

"I know."

Buck couldn't lose you.

You couldn't talk to Buck yet, you were so nervous after your conversation with Bobby. You were trying your best, how could he tell you that you had a death wish love? You were saving lives, and it didn't matter if it cost you your own. You didn't care.

A new call ecoed through the station. It was something big. A fire in a shed. People were working at the time, so there were many likely victims. You were anxious, just as you were before any call, but you were ready for it. You were born ready.

"Be careful," Buck told you before you got off the truck and you nodded. You were always careful "I love you"

You turned surprised to Buck, you'd never said that to each other before. It disconcerted you.

"Buck, I-"

Before you could say anything, you heard Bobby calling you to give instructions and you had to run.

I love you.

The words echoed in your head as you entered the burning building. No one had ever said that to you. You didn't even know the weight those words carried.

"Sir, follow this path and the fireman will take you to the exit."

It was so hot. You'd already lost count of how many people you'd pulled out of the line of fire. Your head was heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Evacuate the building now," you could hear Cap saying over the radio. Everyone agreed and gave their location. You were about to respond when you heard something.

It was a call for help.

You could have sworn it was a call for help.

"Captain, I'm in the east side, I hear someone screaming for help. I'm close, I can get them out"

"Negative, the building will collapse at any moment. Get out immediately"

Your vision was blurred.

I love you.

You couldn't go out and leave those people to die, so you went ahead. The way to the door was difficult, there was a lot of rubble, and when you opened it, you froze in place.

It was empty. The fire danced in front of you, mocking you. But the cries for help... you've never been so wrong before.

I love you.

“It’s empty” you murmured at the radio.

Bobby was shouting your name from the other end of the radio. You turned around, but it was so hard to breathe. You tried to find your way back, but everything was spinning. Buck was now calling your name.

I love you.

His words were running through your head. Your steps were now slow. The way out, you couldn't find the way out. You could hear the fire laughing at you. Stupid. Pathetic. You heard an explosion behind you, and it threw you off balance, bringing you to the ground. You'd been walking through fire all your life, and now it would finally take its place back. Your siren buzzed in your ears. That would be the end of you.

I love you too, Buck.

The moment Buck came out of the building and didn't see you outside, he tried to go back. But hands held him in place.

This couldn't be happening. No, no.

Bobby called your name on the radio and you didn't answer. It's empty. That was the last answer they got. You weren't answering. An explosion. On the east side, where you were.

Buck's knees gave way, and he went down. All eyes were on the exit of the building waiting for you, waiting for a miracle. But it never came.

Buck screamed, and he would scream until his lungs gave up.

Time seemed to stop. Buck's screams were the only noise to be heard. And another explosion. Tears rolled down trough some faces. No one could believe it. This couldn't be happening.

Buck couldn't lose you like this.

"We found her" some voice echoed over the radio.

Buck's heart could stop any second now.

But the building was collapsing.

He broke free from his friends and ran into the building, dodging all the fallen and burnt obstacles, and he saw you. You were in the arms of a fireman. He ran up to you and carried you out of the building. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the building collapsed. Buck held you in his arms with all his strength and ran, feeling the debris fly past you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" was the first thing that came out of your lips when he put you on the stretcher and he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours.

Buck analyzed each of your wounds alongside Hen and Chim and you could see the tears streaming down Buck's face, the ones that were also streaming down your own.

You were still struggling to breathe, every inch of your body ached, and you felt on the verge of losing consciousness. Until you succumbed to the darkness that was calling your name.

*

You woke up a few hours later in hospital. Your hands were being squeezed and you could feel something wet running down over them. Tears.

Buck had his face in your hands, he had never felt so afraid before. And when he heard your voice calling him, it was as if he could finally breathe.

"I'm sorry, Buck, I-I don't know what happened-"

"I almost lost you today"

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You did this to him, your recklessness, your impulsive behavior. It was your fault.

"I'm sorry"

Tears were now streaming down your face and he moved closer, running his hands gently down your cheeks.

"I was terrified of losing you. I'd die if I do."

"I would never leave you"

"Promise?"

"I love you, Buck. And I'll love you to death"

"Please don't let it be soon"

You smiled. No one had ever loved you like that.

"It won't."

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This Week in BL - I'm having a GREAT time

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Aug 2024 Week 5

Ongoing Series - Thai

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 7-8 of 12 - I do love these 2 a lot. It’s such a slow burn sweet comforting quiet little romance. It’s not complicated, it’s not stretching my thoughts or imagination, but it is easy and absorbing. I'm entertained by it without being taxed. And sometimes that’s nice. It's what Thailand does best.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 3 of 10 - Oh I’m still enjoying it. It’s only episode three and they’re basically boyfriend’s palling around shopping together and hanging out on a bicycle. What’s not to love? Also he got to meet the in-laws. Well… eventual in-laws. Also the girlfriend character. I totally forgot about her. Good times.

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - Baby faints. Bad guys caught and beat up a bit. Lots of romantic moments, come checking in with ALL the sides, and it ends.

Summary?

Classic CEO meets ingenue archetypes make for a somewhat banal and simplistic romance. This could’ve come from an 80s Harlequin, except that they’re gay. It's... old fashioned. There was nothing meta about this, there was no subversion or commentary on anything BL, queer, or beyond. It’s just a straight up (okay not straight) romance. I was not wild about these characters for this particular pair, but that’s not the pair's fault, they did a decent job with their parts and I look forward to their next show - here’s hoping it’s a bit more meaty. I preferred the side couple because they were more complex and true to BL archetypes, even if they were also a bit miss-handled. A serviceable show if somewhat lacking in its convictions, but with some beautiful sex scenes, people, and fashion. I was a particular fan of Lin‘s gender bending femme style. It’s groundbreaking to see that aesthetic on one of the leads. There were multiple times they could’ve leaned into well established plot points, paranormal elements, and character tension, and instead just glossed over them.

This should probably get a 7/10, but I’m giving it an 8 because of that one oppa line at the beginning, Tenon's tatas, and the call back to Big Dragon with that iconic musical refrain in the final episode. It was a pretty fun ride, emphasis on pretty and ride. 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 5 of 12 - Lots of kissing this episode. And lots of different kinds of kissing from the same two actors in various different forms and characters. I really liked it. It’s nice to see that this pair can mix it up a little bit, even if it's just with their lips.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - OK the leg care massage was so boyfriend I can’t even. Who are they trying to fool? I love the way Ing always knows exactly what is going on. Thank goodness for that confession! I’m very much looking forward to the next episode.

(The socratic method, is it?)

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 9 of 12 - Still couldn’t care less about the hets. Yawn. Ah Jane’s ex shows up. (Is that Green? Hi baby!) Meanwhile, Jane gets worried and jealous. I loved Pah in this ep, and almost wish this were a show just about him. Like a grown-up Green Fictions. (Where tf did Poon COME from allasudden? He’s a killer actor. GMMTV better use him wisely.) Also, in that scene with Pat and P’Jo, they’re eating some of my favorite food. I got a little bit of linguistic negotiation with Khun Par Phi. Cuteness. And we end with some actual communication. Yay!!! It’s kind of hilarious to see OffGun in a tentative hug. I don’t think they’ve been that way for a years.

In fact, this whole episode was pretty much about communicating properly between ages and ranks within an office and social structure. I loved that. I’m liking this one more this week. It’s still not my favorite currently airing, but I think that mostly has to do with how much other good stuff is on right now.

SPEAKING OF...

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 12 - Uh huh, a game of one-up-man-ship is it? I think not. That boy wants to jump his cute stepbrother’s bones so bad that big brain of his is starting to melt. I'm here for it. Also, said sunshine cutie is clearly a big old cock tease. Everybody is happy about this. They sure know how to end these episodes on cliffhangers too. I don’t know how I’m gonna wait until next week.

I’m legit mad about how fucking good this is. After Unknown too?! Taiwan is spoiling us this year and THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING IT ALL ALONG.

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 3-4 of 10 - Oh my goodness do I love this show. It makes me laugh, I adore the premise, I'm wild over the characters, and the acting is killer. I’m just really happy about this show, OK? I tend to sing and clap: Oh they so cute.

Baby got his first crush and he has no idea what to do about it. I ADORE how angry he is about it. Like... How dare I even consider falling in love with somebody? How annoying of me. It’s great. I even liked the girl in the confession and how cool and sweet they both were to each other over his rejection. Bang up job. This is fantastic BL of the newer modern style. (As contrasted to On1y)

These top two shows are neck and neck for best of the week, for entirely different reasons. But I love all my sons.

Speaking of...

Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Tues Gaga) eps 7-8 fin - Oh it’s so adorable with the drama and the little subordinate coming to their rescue, and them meeting each other’s family. "I want to become someone who is essential in your life" = peak romance.

Summation?

I loved this little show. It was a classic office BL about the older workaholic who loves his job and the younger upstart who unexpectedly loves his boss. It’s a hyung romance where everybody is extremely earnest and sweet and pretty about everything. Except our seme, who is slightly unhinged and a little obsessed in all the ways one likes best from Japan. Plus the kisses were good! I can’t ask for anything more, utterly charming unexpected gem of a show. What a great time! 9/10

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - The lack of communication between these 2 may actually drive me insane. But I still love them. Such a sad ep. 

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 3 of 8 - Argh but also oooooo. I bet the uncut version was fantastic this week.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 5-6 of 12 - I'm starting to like this better. I’m still not convinced, but I did enjoy watching it this week. I’m getting some chemistry off the leads. Admittedly. that’s because they both behave like 16-year-olds. Surprise MosBank cameo - looking handsome as ever, boys. (Honestly, Taiwan really wants that King of the Cameos crown.) And FINALLY our side couple. I’m looking forward to next week primarily because of them. And I don’t even have them yet!

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - OK the lap cuddle was v cute. As was the handholding. But hiking with a metal griddle? Insanity. Might be the craziest thing in a BL this year. And The Sign aired this year. Meanwhile, not a dead fish kiss! Yay! 

It's airing but...

4 Minutes (Sat Gaga) eps 1-6 of 8 - Gaga picked this one up so we can watch it there. I'm waiting until the end, it seems angsty and confusing and full of awful people being awful. But also... high heat and I'm shallow. So we shall see which devil wins (and how it ends).

In case you missed it

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging. It's just taking me some time. This isn't really a bingable show, not for me anyway. It's A LOT to take all at once.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming SEPTEMBER 2024:

9/? The Time of Fever (Korea iQIYI) 6 eps - HoTae & DongHee are back! Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names I an WILD for this.

9/1 Live in Love (Thai Sun Gaga) 5 eps - Short series featuring and online romance turning IRL.

9/3 Happy of the End (Japan Tues Gaga) - Based on a manga, longer than usual run time. A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL. Here it is!

9/6 Kidnap (Thai Friday GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - Ohm Pawat is back for Frigays it's gonna be a blast.

9/7 The Hidden Moon (Thai Sat ????) 10 eps - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) ‘เดือนพราง’ by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger)... A Bangkok writer is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai which is being converted into a café. He gets into an accident and nearly dies on his way there. After that, he sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, one boy catches his attention. Was substantially recast.

9/9 Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) 12 eps? - Be gay YinWar, do crimes. Dehup gives us Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces in a Leverage sitch, only queerer.

9/14 Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sat ????) ?? eps - Remake of the original. I'm scared too.

9/15 Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - Assistant to a player boss who is in love with that boss decides to quit to save himself. The boss then makes a move. (A gay What's up with Secretary Kim?)

9/17 Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 10 eps - Lawyer and a con artist meet at a bar, pair up, fall in love.

9/28 Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ?? eps - oh I don't know just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again.

Adventures in miss-captions

(been a while since we had one of these)

SNICKER "nail you" and a "nail you down" = completely different things. But this being Japan they might have met either or both. (Cosmetic)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Why yes, you do have the prettiest lips in the biz. No need to tease us like that. (Battle)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

[eydi-andrius]

Precarious (Aemond x Reader)

Warnings: aged-up aemond and reader, implied sexual content, dubcon, dark!aemond, possessiveness, explicit language (please tell me if I need to add more)

summary: He told you Lucerys has his eyes on you. You told him he did not. Not because you were naive but rather you know he was a very jealous man.

a/n: this is just a one-shot/drabble. I was highly inspired by @/darkficsyouneveraskedfor Clark Kent's series of drabbles. Ahem.

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“My heart beats for only you, my lady.”

No.

“Have you truly lost your mind? How could you confess when you know you were betrothed?”

Not now, Lucerys. Please, no.

“I- I know. I know. I- You have been my friend for so long. My closest out of all. You have witnessed all of my worst and I- my heart can’t just quell each day and night not telling you my truest feelings. You are beautiful, intelligent and perfect. I have fallen for you for years now.”

His voice seems to echo on the quiet corridor he asked you to meet him. You never thought he would confess. It wasn’t that you hadn't seen the signs. His eyes were far softer, kinder and a truest gentleman whenever you were around but you played the fool and convinced yourself that it was just a love for a friend.

You can’t have this now or you were putting him in danger.

You closed your eyes and swallowed. With lips bitten you breathe in deeply and open your eyes with renewed anger.

“How could you do this to me? Your confession on this public corridor is putting me and you in danger. You know that right? If you truly cared about me, you should have kept your feelings for yourself. Tell me, how about Rhaena?”

A flash of hurt crossed his eyes but it was gone as fast as you saw his jaw thickened with vigor.

“She knew. And I can’t lie to myself about you. I-I want you to come and live with us in Driftmark. Staying in King’s Landing with just yourself worries me. Especially with my uncles here. Please come with me.”

His eyes were full of unshed tears. You knew how much courage it took him to confess and come here to offer you this chance of freedom.

It wasn’t really a surprise when he told you Rhaena knew. They were closed too and you have no doubt that with you not being by his side anymore, due to his betrothal with her, she will be his new confidant.

The offer was rather tempting. Oh! How you wish you can get away from this place. Away from your responsibilities and away from HIM.

But you know you can’t.

You are not your own anymore. A daughter has no choice.

And he is watching.

A shiver ran down your spine and you swallowed the fear bubbling inside of you. With great regret you hold Lucerys hand and stare at his eyes with sadness.

Oh, his hands were so cold.

“I can’t and you know it. I- I always admire the power your mother has as a lady who will sit on the iron throne someday and lead us all as our Queen. However, I can’t fool myself into thinking that we were the same. I have no choice about myself. A lady has no say about her life. I- I am truly thankful for your love and I am sorry that our lives became like this. Oh Lucerys!”

Tears ran down your eyes when he hugged you without letting you finish what you were saying.

This action had awakened a fear that always had its head out but never mentioned. Your heart knows that this will be a goodbye to what you two have.

A truest and innocent love for each other no matter what type of love it is.

Time seems to pass as you two hugged each other in the dark but you know eventually you have to let go. So you did.

Lucerys hugged you tighter when he felt your arms slowly move out of the hug. This farewell has been set out the moment you befriended the prince. You know that this will never last. The tension happening regarding the throne and the princess children's legitimacy will always hang above their crowns. There is no way that you can live happily and eventually love the young prince on your own terms and time.

It is impossible to even dream of it.

Only a fool would believe such fantasy.

“No matter what happens, I am still your friend. We might be apart and my feelings will probably be a bother but you know our friendship is far more a treasure to me than anything else’s in this place.” He is holding your arms now. Staring sadly, deeply at your eyes as he said his final words.

All you could give him was a nod though and a final hug.

His footfalls echo as he walks away. The sound leaves a hole into your heart. Shattering the final defense, the final strength you were holding onto throughout the days that you have to endure the one-eyed prince.

Your body went rigid when you felt his arms clasp you from behind. He put his chin on your shoulders tenderly, like a lover, like he always does these days when he caught you alone and unguarded.

He never ever makes a sound whenever he comes for you.

He fancy himself a predator catching his prey each time he meets you.

“Hmm.. I told you, he likes you.”

He said, rather fondly, as he plants kisses on your exposed neck.

You closed your eyes and removed his arms around you. You walk past him not knowing where exactly you wanted to go. This is all too much for a day and you just want a little bit of reprieve from these events.

“I do not understand what irks your ire. Many maidens will kill just to have a prince confess their love to them.”

You know why.

You bite your finger as you try to walk faster to get away from him. A habit you were doing lately as your life went down for worse than it's been.

Your mind never even register the pain as your teeth tore through the skin. The only moment you realize you were biting too much was when the coppery taste of blood touched your tongue.

A yelp went out of your mouth when he forcefully grabbed the finger you were biting into. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice that he was already ahead of you.

“I told you not to do this. It breaks my heart whenever you hurt yourself.”

“What exactly do you want from me?” You asked exasperatedly.

He frowned, as if offended. His eyes turned sharper and darker. Something was brewing behind those orbs. Something you were familiar with before he loses his control.

A whine left you as he held your hand tighter. All the efforts you try to retrieve your hands faltered when you recognized how this would go.

“I had paid the price for what I asked of you that night so you can’t haunt me still! Leave me for good!”

The heaves that wrack your body was inhuman as you fear for worse for talking back to him.

But it's too late now. So you put all of your strength on your arms and yanked his hold off you.

You tried to walk past him again when you successfully pulled out your hand. But this time, he grabbed your arm and bent down to look closely at your face.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your face as yours stopped from how close he was.

“Do you truly think a night was enough for what I did for you?”

“You became mine the moment you stepped foot in my chambers to ask for my help. You were mine the moment you removed your dress in front of me and put my cock inside your mouth. And all and everything of yours is mine the moment I left my seed inside of your womb. A lady with a stature as yours shouldn’t be oblivious. You may be carrying my child right now. Hmm.. I wonder what the bastard Luke will say if he finds out that his love gave up her honor to begged me on her knees on the night of his name day. That would be a wonderful story to tell. Don’t you think so?”

Fresh tears run down your eyes. The sadness you felt earlier for losing a friend changed into distress.

A daughter truly has no choice.

You felt his lips touch yours bruisingly. The precarious hope inside your mind is gone with the wind as you close your eyes and succumb to his power.

[reverieblondie]

oh my good lort

what if zev is out and about as he tends to be and winds up meeting a few of her exes? they're all classically handsome and honestly look very similar,he gets a little confused and maybe down on himself when he finds out. BUT they all thin shes a giant bitch! like she never cooked or baked or doted on them, she was momentarily willing to be seen with them and when she got know them better she just BOUNCED. zevs so short next to them, listening to them complain about her and his his gears are just sticky cause hes sure they cant be talking about the same woman.

just imagine them all wondering what hes got going on that shes with him and hes just also confused. eventually hes able to focus and tells them to shut up about her, shes not their business any more and so on.

shes just out shopping and happens across him yelling at them to shut up

"My sweet biscuit! leave them be, they're no matter."

so he leaves and helps her carry her bags, they exes are just watching her dote all over him BAFFLED

This is my new obsession 💖

My house has no power currently so just writing these little blurbs for Zevlor and his high elf girlfriend has been giving me life as I sit around bored. Please check out @faerunsbest post about it!

They came up with the idea of Zev being with just a beautiful woman and she is just completely enamored by him, not only does she think he handsome with all his propionate features but he’s kind and strong.

Plus I can totally see this scenario happening. I image that when they get back to her place he’s a bit quiet not because he is mad at her he is still mad at them and why they said those terrible things about her…he shouldn’t let them say those things! He’s going back!

But before he can go back she’s grabbing him by the arm pulling him back. Zevlors breaths start to steady when shes holding him. Her cool skin calming that raging fire within.

Turning he holds her in a hug, his nose being buried in her hair, “I do not care what they say…to me you are an angel…the sweetest person I have ever known. I often feel unworthy of you…but know that I will always be here…if you want me…”

She feels her eyes starting to well up in tears, “Zevlor, I have not always been…a good person, I have been selfish and a coward…crast and cruel. But you, my beautiful flame, I want to be better. I want to be the one who is worthy of you…”

She looks up and him and traces her hand over his cheeks then to his jaw then tracing a finger over his lips, tracing the little crease there. “I love you…”

Zevlor feels his heart flip, its the thing he had been dying to tell her and now she is confessing it to him. Zevlor can’t help to bring his lips to hers to taste those sweet words he had been dreaming of, for someone to love him…to think he hung the moon and the stars. He threads in fingers through her soft hair and she pushes herself closer to him. Breaking the kiss he can only mutter the same thing over and over like reciting a prayer, “I love you…I love you…”

The kiss continues and before they both know it she is jumping in his arms her legs wrapped around his waist and he walks blindly to find her room. That was the first night they made love ❤️

[art-but-only-sometimes]

How your character might react to the sdve bachelors and bachelorettes after they wake up after having a nightmare(s)

just to make sure this is clear this headcanon list is about the farmer (you/ your character) being awoken after the bachelors/ bachelorettes have a nightmare/ nightmares

Spoliers: Victor, Spohia, Olivia Warnings: mentions of death and war-related nightmares/trauma (possibly)

Batchelor's:

Lance: With working with the Stardew Valley Guild and the First Slash as well it probably does have its unfortunate share of dangerous and scary things. Some of them even make their way into his memories and dreams. There have been a few nights out of the year when he stayed and your house or he stayed at yours. (or maybe you started at the first slash guild hall like you do for his 10 heart event.) When you feel Lance stir in his sleep or completely sit up straight in bed. You can't help but worry and be a bit surprised when it happens. If you don't wake up Lance tries to go back to sleep without you knowing. He doesn't want you to ever see him as weak. Or ruin that image of someone who is very confident that he's worked hard to build. However, if you do catch him waking from a nightmare, he'd be a bit surprised and sorry he woke you up. He might want to talk about it or he might not, depending on the subject of the nightmare. But I don't think he'd be opposed to you hugging him and telling him it'd be alright. Staying up with him and talking about it or something else entirely. Eventually when he feels like going back to bed and trying to get some sleep before you both have to wake up early like you both always do.

Victor: Like his mother Victor had escaped a war back in The Grotto Empire. So that would come with an unfortunate amount of nightmares. That and not being able to find a job or thinking about what could have possibly happened to his cat can sneak up on Victor from time to time. He doesn't seem like the kind to jerk up out of bed Myabe a gasp or sitting up halfway. If you were awakened by Victor's sudden stirring in his sleep he'd be a bit surprised and also apologize for waking you up. He'd try to hide it at first but confess a bit that he's had a nightmare. Trying to blow it off at first that it wasn't that bad and it wasn't something that you need to worry about. But if you press a little bit he might cave and tell you, not everything but enough that he'd be comfortable with. He'd talk about it in a quiet tone as you listened. Not looking directly at you, you might have a hand on his shoulder or on his hand. Moving your thumb ever so slightly back and forth, trying to calm him.

Rasmodius: Being the protector of the valley comes with its own stresses and sometimes they get to him in his dreams. While Rasmodius is a very confident and assured wizard in his nightmares he dreams about what would happen if the magic shields protect the valley fail. If the amount of monsters in the mines grows in uncontrollable sizes, despite knowing that scenario is unlikely (but still terrifying), or if you of all people go into the mines and don't come back out. Those things haunt him despite himself trying to assure himself with facts and logic that it won't. One night though he may stir from his sleep from a particularly bad nightmare. He isn't used to someone being there at night, certainly not sleeping next to him. In the past, he might have used work to distract him from the nightmares he'd had. But now with you, he has someone new. But if may take some convincing to get Magnus to stay in bed with you. He may not want to talk about it or he hasn't had anyone to talk to about nightmares or things that bother/scare him in a very long time. But if he does you two talk about it for a while in a hushed tone. Maybe holding hands if Magnus wants to and slowly drift back to sleep.

Batchelorette's: Sophia: I think that Sophia has nightmares it would be about the day she lost her parents or possibly about losing you. The day she lost both her parents was the worst day of her life and as much as she's tried to move on with her life, with therapy, medication, regular doctor's visits, etc. it's still something she does have nightmares about from time to time. If you're awoken by her suddenly moving. I feel like if she tried to hide it she wouldn't do a very good job. Trying to say it through tears but eventually gave in and gave you a big hug. She'd try and explain what her nightmare was through tears but not get it out as clearly as she'd want it. You'd hold onto her and say that everything is ok. That you're here and you're not going anywhere and that everything will be alright. Maybe rubbing her back or brushing your fingers through her hair.

Olivia: Olivia, along with her son Victor, came from the wartorn Grotto Empire. That alone has its own set of fears and nightmares. If she had any nightmares ever it'd most likely be something like that. She'd also lost her husband due to that war. Olivia is a pretty quiet sleeper I imagine so her making movement in the night doesn't happen that often. She'd try to hide it if she woke you up by accident. It may take a conversation for her to admit she's had a nightmare as well as whether or not she's shaken by it. She knows she's far from any conflict but still, assuring her that she is safe and nothing's going to hurt her definitely is reassuring enough to calm her nerves. Maybe even enough for you two to go back to bed and fall asleep.

Claire: Clare has the kind of nightmares of her being at Joja ( or if you finished the community center then being back at Joja). Endlessly scanning, endlessly working. Never getting a break, never relaxing. Morris hovering over her constantly telling her what to do and how it isn't good enough. She doesn't outright scream when she wakes up from a nightmare but I feel like she does gasp. Sometimes she tries to go back to sleep but other nights she sometimes wakes you. She might talk about her dream and you'd stay awake and listen. Thinking about how you used to work for Joja and how much you didn't like it. How familiar it seems to you. But you both eventually do fall back to sleep, close together or in each other's arms.

[jamminlocks]

Mistletoe Are White {Korai Hoshiumi x Fem!Reader}

Tags: F/M, second POV, childhood friends, friends to lovers, fluff, first kiss, kissing, christmas decoration, mistletoe, korai is soft, christmas fluff, christmas fic, actually after christmas fic i guess, post-timekip, not beta read word count: Summary: It your long time dream that when you fall in love, you and your significant other, whether it on purpose or by chance, would kiss each other under a mistletoe. Its a silly dream for a little kindergartner to have and especially as you get older. You held on to that dream hoping that It would happen in highschool. Years have already gone by, and now your in your twenties with a dream that may never happen. that is, until you were taking down Christmas decoration and Korai was holding the ladder for you. A/N: i've had the very particular need for korai x readers fics for a long LONG time but theres barely any here or on ao3 so this fic is just me cooking my own food cause. enjoy [ao3]

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It started when you and Kourai were kindergarteners watching the old boxy television, sitting on their living room sofa with no choice but to watch the Christmas theme commercials that got really, really boring after the 100th time and more. You don’t even remember what show you were waiting for, but there was one commercial that caught your attention. Recalling it now, it's all too hazy. No longer knowing how it started or what it was even advertising. All you remember was how it ended: the couple looked up and saw there were red berry decorations on the doorway they were under. They smiled at each other and confessed their love. Then, the guy kisses his girlfriend and she kisses back. They hug so sweetly that you remembered thinking it must be a very special kiss, but you don't know why.

From here, the memory was clearer. You said out loud, “I don't get it.”

“Me either,” Kourai complained too. When you looked at him, he seemed more baffled than you, making a repulsed face. You remember holding in a wheeze.

His mom chimed in, with a wide grin and spark in her eyes that made her look ten years younger. That smile stayed the same even when you two grew up.  She leaned over the sofa and said, “You see kids, the berries over their heads are called ‘mistletoes’. It's a Christmas tradition that you kiss the person you love when you stand under it.”

“Wah! Really?” You gasped, surprised that that was a thing adults do. 

Kourai, on the other hand, didn’t have your enthusiasm. He made a face and stuck his tongue out. “Gross!”'

His mom only giggles, probably because of how different the reactions were. “You say that now, Kourai. But one day, you’ll wanna do that with your girlfriend too.”

He slammed his hands on the pillow sitting on his lap in retaliation. Cheeks red and round as the berries you saw on the commercial. “No way!!” he recklessly shouted and was so frustrated. His voice was so high back then. 

She laughs this time, then she turns to you. “How about you, sweety? Would you wanna do that with your boyfriend?”

Looking back now, it was just a question meant to only tease you. The kind of question adults ask kids to mess with them or make light conversation. You took it seriously and stayed quiet to think of your answer. Do you want to do that when you grow up, you asked yourself. 

What your little self’s thought process was has been lost to your age. You recall telling Kourai’s mom, “I guess I’d like too…?” coming off strong then faltering in the end. This time, she giggled. You felt a little confused as to why. But it was likely because of your confidence to say an unsure answer. After she was done letting her giggling out of her belly, she looked at you and patted your head.

“Well, I hope you find a special someone you really, really like to do that,” she said. These words would stay with you. Even your silly little kid brain figured out that she meant it.

Earnestly, you said, “Yes ma’am!” with the enthusiasm a child puts on to appease the adults around them. Her smile softened and she turned to Kourai, who was still pouting. Reaching out a hand, she patted and combed through his short, white hair.

“You too, Kourai,” she said sweetly to him. He crossed his arms as he turned away from you and his mom. 

“Kissing is gross!” He loudly stated with firmness as if it was completely true and new to himself. She only rubbed his head harder while she began to laugh again, commenting on how he’d understand when he got older. Grown ups say that a lot, you thought.

When the show you both wanted to watch finally aired, It was a fun time for you and Kourai. You were so noisy together as you watched, giggling and energetic, as children naturally. Then, as soon as the commercial break rolled in, so did the impatience and disappointed silence. But that one commercial was on again, so you take in everything you see like a sponge. Thanks to Kourai’s mom’s words, even well after that night and throughout the December of that year, you intently watched it. You did not change the channels when it was on, taking in as much detail your little self can comprehend, wondering why she wished that commercial for you. 

•~•~•~•~•~•

Whenever you see those berries as decorations for the Christmas season, you still think of that kiss scene, imagining it from the Hoshiums’ old TV you one day never saw again after the summer of your first grade. It was replaced by a much better, cooler, and less bulkier, black TV.  So did their old sofa they weren’t in a hurry to replace. What those berries are you eventually learn more from shows, manga, and novels. Kourai’s mom was right, the rule is indeed to kiss the person next to you when standing under the plant. It is a very romantic thing to do, you gradually learned.  

The magic of it did work on you a bit after a while, the more you saw it in the romances you read and watched. You have seen it done so well that it leaves an impression and also falls flat that the wonder lasts only for a few seconds, then feeling bored of it. Often, it is the latter. It became clear to you that the mistletoe was a cheap and easy trick to get two characters to kiss and confess, or kiss and create a misunderstanding, which were just confusing and a headache even for a kid like you then. Yet, you were still in awe of that one commercial you saw. It may have been your memories being cloudy and distant that gives it wonder, as nostalgia often does.

That was until you saw a drama on TV. A drama that moms love to watch and chat about, includes your own mother. You were in your first year of middle school when it was airing. Much like before, it was December and you were hanging out at Kourai’s place because you didn’t want to go home and get nagged to do homework just yet. You also haven’t been to his house for a while, after you and Korai went to different middle schools.

The two of you had no choice but to bear watching the drama since it was Kourai’s mom holding the remote even though she wasn’t there. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner, the TV acting as her radio. Manually changing the channels would have been a pointless endeavour as she could change it back easily. You remember loathing the idea of watching at the start of the episode, though you said nothing of it to not be impolite. Korai, on the other hand, knew better than to fight his mom over TV. As the minutes passed, you actually got invested in what was happening. From what you understood because of your own mother’s retellings of the episodes to you, during that time, the main couple have been sharing the same feelings for a while. A confession was always delayed because of their work, other characters getting in the way, more obstacles, and, from what younger you understood as ‘being very, very sad about themselves’. The episode that you two were watching was the one where they finally confessed.

What you remembered the most was the scene where they were at the cafe the leading lady worked at, no one else was there except for her and the male lead, waiting for her shift to end. Some chatting happens and they somehow wind up under a plant with white berries. AS you watched, you thought, why were they showing them? Those aren’t mistletoes. Your confusion was cut when the leads looked at each other, surprised, and he implied about the berries’ rule. 

Then, what occurred had you entrance. Something about the way the characters stared at each other with pure longing. The male lead stood firm and cool yet his expression is of someone who might break apart from the weight of affection he carried. That very affection was seen through his intense gaze at the female lead, whose expression was at first bashful then changed to determined.  He pours his feelings out. You don’t recall any of his words. What’s clearest memory was the leading ladies expression you can now describe as being taken aback and slowly understanding his feelings rather than just her staring blankly at him. She cupped his cheeks, confessed to him. 

Their foreheads touched, giggling together. They kissed and it didn’t look icky or weird. You can tell they are really in love.

“Waahh… Ha, ha AAAHHH~” you cheered for the two leads out of giddiness and laughed at yourself for suddenly being noisy after staying silent for so long. Kourai laughs at you too. 

“Really? That's what gets you?”

“OH C’MON! IT’S CUTE!” you cried at him. 

The laughing and wheezing was loud. Lucky for you, Korai's older brother wasn't there, otherwise it would have been more embarrassing. He would have used that to make fun of you two. From all your laughing, you weren’t quick to notice that his face was pink, slowly turning to cherry red. It was always funny how obvious it is with his white hair.

“LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE BLUSHING TOO!” you teased, hand reached out to poke his cheek. “YOU’RE GETTING  CUTE TO! LIKE A BABY!” 

Kourai swatted you but you still kept going. It was slowly turning into a one sided pillow fight. It then turned into a tickle fight. You won, getting the chance to both poke and pinch his face.

After you sighed to stop and all the giggles were out of your stomach, you said quietly, wishfully, “I wanna do that one day”. Instantly, you regretted saying out loud, praying that Kourai did hear a word of it. Thinking back now, you sounded like a hopeless romantic, even as a young teen.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a gentleness you never saw in him before. “You’ll find someone.”

You didn’t believe him. As if he cared for love and roses. Let alone his undeniable first love of volleyball. “Really?” asked, just because. Not expecting anything.

“Yeah,” he reassured you.

As you two kept watching the episode, you wondered why the berries weren’t red.

•~•~•~•~•~•

December was a week away when your class decided to decorate the classroom for the holidays after receiving the permission of your homeroom teacher. It started as a silly joke that the class representative acknowledged, then spiralled with everyone agreeing in the sentiment of ‘yeah, that would be fun. Why not do it?’ 

The room wasn’t getting a full blown makeover for the holiday spirit, otherwise you would all be trouble. The teachers only allowed small and light decorations. The ornaments were mostly arts and crafts, but some classmates were generous enough to bring actual Christmas decor.

The entire class set everything up during lunch. The more artistic ones lead the making of cutting out snowflakes and the drawing of Christmas related objects. Many others are on the duty of sticking them over the main chalkboard frame, windows and the chalkboard at the back.

You are in the group placing the thin garland over the frames of the doors and windows, unwinding and handing each piece to your friend standing on a chair.

“Hey,” Kourai greeted as he approached. Hirugami, your classmate and his teammate, right behind him. “Where were you?” sounding a bit upset at you in an almost childlike way.

“Now, now Kourai. you don’t have to be angry that she  wasn’t with us,” said Hirugami, entering your shared classroom.

“Sorry about that. As you can see, I’m busy,” you apologise, jiggling the garland around your arms.

He huffs in defeat. Then points out, “but you’ve been busy all week.”

“Cause I need to. Exams are coming.” you move to another classmate that called you to hand over another garland, Korai follows you from behind the open hall windows.

“What are you? Studying to get into college? We still have a year for that!”

“For our current classes, obviously.” you said, walking back to your friend to give out another one, still holding the conversation, then leaning a shoulder on the door. “Speaking of, you should be too. I don’t think I’ll be able to help you with English this weekend.”

Kourai grits his teeth in irritation that you’re right and being reminded of his request. His grades weren’t bad, but he did promise his mom that he’ll do better than his last English exam result.

“Heeey! look up top guys,” a classmate calls from the other side of the room. She and the others fondly snickering at you two to themselves. “You know the rules,” another chimes in, wagging his fingers to point something above your heads. Looking up, among the christmas decor hung on the door frame, there fake red berries attach to plastic jagged shape leaves, placed on the very centre.

Kourai yells,“OI!”, at them in frustration. And it shows, his face was turning red.  You, on the other hand, are cool headed. You can’t fall for a joke when they’re wrong.

“Funny. But, no. We won’t,” you said, rolling your eyes, still keeping your position leaning on the door frame.They playfully booed at you, saying ‘you're no fun’ and ‘lighten up’. Kourai is also fast to shut them down, shoulders tensing up and a foot already passing the doorway.

A classmate teases again. “Why? Too shy?” she said, smiling at you with mischievous glee. 

You plainly state, “No. It's not even mistletoe”

“It's not?” she replied, genuinely surprised. 

“Oh yeah?” another, too, in disbelief.

“For starters, those are fake holly berries.” You point to the berries, being fixed by your friend. “Not to mention the leaves are different. If you really want to argue with me I can tell you what these berries actually are.” seeing how you're so dedicated in educating them on the plant, they don’t argue. 

But before they can tease anymore, the class rep enters and mistakes the scene as a quarrel. “Alright, stop fighting,” she calmly intervenes, though it wasn’t necessary. “Get back to work before our break time ends everyone.” And so they do, moving on to chatter on their own. 

Kourai stays since she hasn’t asked him to leave. His attention returns to you, pouting a little. It might be because he didn’t get the chance to rebuttal them. 

Curious, Kourai asks. “So, those… Those aren’t mistletoes?” Though the tension is gone, he is still a little flush on the face. 

You shook your head. “The ones we hung look more like holly berries. They always get confused with mistletoes. Real mistletoes are smaller and white. Their leaves are rounder and closer to the size of the berries too.” you explained as you helped your friend down from the chair. She moves it back to its place and leaves you and Kourai be.

He only nods, looking up to the tangling berries over the door. Kourai’s face is still stained red even after he has already calmed down. He must have felt embarrassed about the idea of kissing a friend. “How’d you know?”

“I did some research. Who would have thought? ”

“mhmm”

As he stood still, out of the blue, like the words came out as he thought, he said, “do you still wanna do it one day?” His tone suddenly became serious.

You know what he meant by ‘it’. Hosently, you aren’t sure. Adults always say that not having a relationship in your highschool years was fine, but you could hardly believe it when you have friends gushing about their boyfriends and girlfriends to you. Classmates that have significant others inside the classroom. Somehow, you feel like you're not catching on. Yet, you don’t want to just find a boyfriend for the sake of not being single. You hate to admit it, but you do dream of actually falling in love and that it's like everything you’ve watched and read, even though you know that it won’t be. 

Maybe, you can say it to Kourai. He is your friend after.

In soft confidence, staring at the shiny fake berries, you said, “yeah, I sure hope I get to.”

Then, the air was oddly empty between you two for a moment.

Kourai catches your attention by patting you behind the shoulder. “By the way, do you wanna walk to the station later, after my practice?”

You mentally go through all you should be doing today as your finger twiddle with the plastic leaves of the garland. You are staying a little later for a club meeting. If things go smoothly, it could be done early. However, it is likely that something might come up that might make you stay a little longer. Thinking that it has been a while since you walked with him to the station, you made your choice.

You smiled at him and said, “If our meeting ends early, I’ll wait outside the court.”

He smiles back. The flush on his face is no longer prominent but still present.

•~•~•~•~•~•

Already in your mid-twenties, yet your dream of kissing your beloved under a mistletoe still hasn't happened and is least likely to happen now. Nine months ago, your last boyfriend broke up with you. It wasn’t as bitter as it could have been but it still wounded your heart. You've cried out the initial hurt to your friends. Kourai was sadly the ears to hear all your woes and insecurities about it through the phone well after weeks from the split.

He says that it’s fine, but you think that you’ve shared too much of that badge and began being a bad friend. While he was telling you stories of how his games went and how silly his dog has been, most of your chatter was melodramatic ranting. Sometimes, you think he was being too nice. So you tell him you’d buy him food the next time you hang out, as compensation. In the end, he still buys you extra afterwards, nulling your efforts somewhat.

After High school, Kourai went to play volleyball professionally and you are so happy for him. You still remembered when he told you he started playing for the volleyball club. Skip to now, it became his life and it shows. You used to be a little taller than him, but now, he has built up muscle that it’s hard to call him cute just to tease him anymore. 

By December, the pain only lingered in the palette of your mood in moments you're not preoccupied. As you walk on the winter streets, you often notice the different couples spending their time together. Young couples in the honey phase of their relationship. Couples with their children, holding hands. Your brain automatically reminds you of your ex. It did make Christmas a little lonelier. It wasn’t enough to dampen you for too long, still able to pick yourself back up when you had a holiday bonus, along with nice gifts from friends. 

When new years came, you spent it with your family. Thankfully, no one ever brought up nor questioned your relationship status, all in good part that you hadn't introduced him to your parents. Save for the one instant a niece asked if you spent Christmas with your boyfriend too. The ‘too’ gave you a hint that she may have been using another taken relative, likely a girl cousin similar to your age, as a frame of reference and applying it to you. Not wanting to tarnish her early views of love or view of you, you simply admit that you are single, nothing more. Blunt as children are, she frowned and said “that's just sad.” and it hurt how genuine she sounded. 

It’s the second week of January and you don’t plan on keeping the Christmas decor in your apartment any day longer. The Holiday season has stayed long enough in your home and it's becoming an eyesore as February approaches. You have spent the past hour packing up everything. Though it wasn’t much, you weren’t in a hurry. Otherwise you’d have tired yourself out on a weekend. Another reason is because the ladder makes too much noise when you place it on the ground. It’s a hassle and you take in consideration the neighbours below you.

Right now, you're in the process of taking down the decorations on the walls and changing the curtains. First the garlands, then the red curtains. You forget how heavy they are.

As you tug the cloth down its pole, there’s knocking on the front door. 

You weren’t expecting packages this week and that wasn’t any knock you were familiar with.

You step down the ladder carefully, then rush to the door. Peaking through the small hole, He may not be facing the door completely and he has a cap on his head, but you know that side profile anyware. It’s Kourai, on his phone on one hand. 

Though excited, you hastily padded away dust and smoothed folds on your shirt, trying to appear a little well kept even in your indoor clothes. The moment the door is fully opened, you greet him a new year and rope Kourai into a tight hug. It was the first hug with him for the year and after not seeing him since he was busy with his games. He returns your enthusiasm with a squeeze. 

“It's great to see you again,” you said, happy but clearly short in breath.

He chuckles, “You too.”

“Sorry about my place, you caught me in the middle of cleaning up,” you said as you poured him tea. He didn’t seem bothered by the mess of garlands on the floor and littered boxes of decor. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one apologising? I showed up without telling you.”

“I do like surprises.”

You welcomed him in, carrying a large, red, paper bag on one hand. The conversation didn’t end and flowed like it’s only been a week since you last saw each other. ‘How are you?’, ‘how’s work?’, ‘how are your games?’ One question and another, answered and a little more. The usual banter, meandering to whatever comes up. It feels like nothing has changed between the two of you.

Maybe it was just the freshness of a new year, but you can’t help but reflect. You’ve gone through the holidays with Kourai since you were kids. He’s changed a lot and you have too. Yet, somehow, he wound up with a haircut that’s so much like the one he had as a kid. 

“Do you need help with all this?” Kourai asks, gesturing to your living room.

 You raised a brow, “are you sure? You're visiting me. It’s not a fun visit if you're breaking a sweat.”

“Don’t be shy. I know you want to get this done fast.”

And he is right.

So, he helps out. Starting with lending his hand in getting the curtains down. In just a few minutes, the Christmas tree was down and two boxes were sealed. He then helps in moving the ladder to the hallway. You begin to take down the hanging decor on the garland with full confidence to use both of your hands now with Kourai holding the ladder for you.

“You actually hanged mistletoes, huh?” he suddenly mentions, switching the conversation topic. Prioritizing packing up had you failed to realise that was the decor you were holding. The wire is so tangled you couldn’t undo it quickly, so you move to the plastic snowflakes. Handing them down to him.

You hum in agreement. “It would be such a shame for a cute ornament to not be used, don’t you think? I’d have to wait another year!” 

He laughs with you at your point.

“Did you ever get to kiss anyone under that?” he asked casually, jokingly even. 

Through an unintentionally deep sigh, you said, “no”. Your disappointment shows just a little. “Last christmas, he wasn’t around because of work out of town. I guess it was a good thing that it didn’t happen. It would have ruined mistletoes for me.” 

Kourai was quiet for a little while. He may have thought that the topic was a sore spot for you. So you tell him that it is nothing to worry about. you raised your hands to the mistletoes again, putting your full attention to undoing its wire. As you twist and bend it, Kourai snaps your focus with one question.

 “Do you wanna do it right now?”

His shift in tone surprised you. Not wanting to assume. You ask.

“Come again?”

“Do you wanna do it right now?” He repeats. “Make your wish come true? 

It catches you off guard. Quickly letting go of the mistletoe and bracing yourself to the ladder, you turn to him, looking down from your levelled height, searching for any hint that he was kidding. There isn’t. All you see is the determination that shines in his eyes you have known of him. It came with a tint of red spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. To think he’d still remember that.

“You said you wanna do it with someone one day, right?”

Yes, you did. You said so back when you were in middle school. But that was a long time ago. Some middle school dreams were just not meant to be. From your speechlessness, anyone would have taken it back. He doubles down, calling you back to the present moment by saying your name like an endearment.

“I love you… and I really like you.” 

It's like you're breathless again. All too quickly, you want to believe again. You have no idea how to process this.

“Kourai… you…”

Bursting into a laugh, you hold steady on the ladder. Not at him, of course. It seems to ease him a little from how his face softens. For a second, you saw the little Kourai again. 

“Is this really how you confess to people?” you jokes and he chuckles too.

“I want to give it a try. While there's still a chance,” He changes his grip on the ladder. “You don’t need to say yes to anything that I said. Just letting you know” 

You felt it, that he put everything on the line. More than a decade of friendship. A friendship so long that you can see it in him that it's true. He loves you and it warms you like a scarf around the neck. However, knowing that he likes you too, It’s so easy for you to like him back. In fact, you may have begun to like him a long while ago. If anything, it felt right to just say ‘yes’. 

Yet, happiness came with fear.

With a gentle voice, you ask, “this won’t change much between us, right?”

Sensing your doubts, he reassures you, “I’ll love you no matter what.”

You might as well have fallen off the ladder.

As you try to lean forward to get a little closer, with a smile, truthfully, you said, “Yes. I love you too, Kourai. And I’d like to date you.” Everything now is clear as snow.

He takes a little gasp of air like taking in your answer. One sigh leads to a chuckle. If he wasn’t holding the ladder, he would have hugged you then and there.

Breathy, he said, “okay.” Pure joy seeping out.

Life feels as if it changed so much and yet things were all the same. Old things turning to something new. 

Kourai looks up above you again. You mirror him. The mistletoes still hanging.

“Do you still wanna do it?” he said. When you looked back down on him, a fresh grin is on his face.

Without question you, you nod. That’s one way to properly start it all.

You take each step a little shakey on the knees. There’s one more step down, but the excitement and nervousness has you quickly wrap your arms over Kourai's shoulders, letting yourself lightly fall forward to kiss him before he could say another word. He catches you, wrapping his arms around your torso, holding you in place as he kisses you back. He lifts you off the last step, not letting your feet touch the floor.

It might as well be December again.

When he sets you down, the kiss ends too. 

“So,” he started. The flushness on his face isn’t  as bad as it could be, just the right amount that made him look charming. “How was it?”

You brush back his white hair even though it's short. 

“Better than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

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It's finally here!!! wow 2024 sure knows how to stop me from finishing fics, huh?

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Dreams in the Night - Stranger Things - Steddie, Chapter 7 of 9

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing!

Summary: Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

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For: @lady-lostmind (lady_lostmind on AO3)

Relationships: steddie, platonic stobin

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: ~18600

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: vampire!Eddie, Kas!Eddie, hurt/comfort, bisexual!Steve, bisexual!Eddie, platonic stobin, steddie

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Chapter 7: Possessive

“Are you okay?” were the first words out of Robin’s mouth after the others left.

He nodded, turning, and walking towards the kitchen, even though all he wanted to do was wrench the door open and stop Eddie leaving. It was completely irrational and selfish, but it was so hard to push away. Eddie deserved to see his uncle again as soon as possible. It only made sense, especially with Eddie wanting to tell Wayne everything.

That didn’t stop the almost feral feeling in his chest.

“Dingus,” Robin said as he started to make coffee he didn’t even want.

He didn’t respond as he tried to distract himself.

“Steve,” Robin’s voice was very quiet and gentle as she touched him lightly on the shoulder, but it still made him tense up. “Talk to me,” she added.

Stilling, mug in hand, he did his best to just breathe.

“I’m just being possessive,” he said, staring at the wall. “Looks like I jumped straight from we got him back to he’s not allowed to leave. Guess the spoiled brat is coming out to play.”

“You’re not a spoiled brat,” Robin said, not removing her hand, “I doubt you ever were. How about we go for some of the fancy hot chocolate I know you’re hiding in the back of the cupboard, because I don’t think you need more coffee.”

She gave him a quick hug from behind as he tried to push the irrational feelings down.

“Okay,” he said, reaching for the small saucepan hanging from its hook.

At least getting the milk from the fridge, heating it up and then making the drinks would give him something else to think about.

However, by the time he was done, he still felt incredibly on edge. Given the slightest excuse he was pretty sure he would be in his car trying to find Eddie. It was irrational, even for him.

“Come on, Dingus,” Robin said, leading him over to the small kitchen table, “sit down and tell me everything.”

“I don’t think you want me to tell you everything,” he replied, staring at the marshmallows bobbing in his hot chocolate.

“I need to know what’s going on in that head of yours,” she countered, “so, yes, everything. Now spill.”

So, he did. He started with the not-dream, trying to explain how different it had been from the others and went from there. Everything that had happened was still do fresh and raw, but he was still surprised by how much it helped to talk about it. Robin grimaced several times when he got to the sex part, but it felt important to mention it even though he glossed over the details.

Of course, she was supportive as he talked through his personal revelations, although she did grumble that he had managed to land his first boy before she had even kissed a girl. That had lightened the conversation somewhat as he ribbed her about her lack of progress with Vickie.

By the time they had talked it all through, he was feeling more comfortable with everything that had happened and what it meant for him, but he still couldn’t shake the ridiculous possessiveness. In fact, he was regretting more and more that he had let Eddie go, or that he had not gone with him at least.

“Why don’t you go then?” Robin suggested when he confessed his feelings.

“I’d be intruding,” he replied.

“This could be the whole bat thing,” she said. “You two just upped the connection between you in ways we have no clue about, maybe that’s why you don’t want to be apart. I mean, Eddie looked as reluctant to leave as you were to let him.”

“But he’s with his uncle,” Steve pointed out.

“And his uncle is going to have to get used to you sooner rather than later,” Robin said, “because you are so gone it’s silly. I remember what you were like in school with Nancy and, oh boy, this is way worse.”

“It’s only been a day,” he protested.

“Steve, other half of my soul, brother from another mother, I know you and I love you,” Robin told him. “This is so weird it boggles the mind, but you’ve been living weird since 83 and I’ve been living it with you since Starcourt. Everything you have told me points in only one direction and, for you, that direction is Eddie. So, get your butt moving and go claim your man. You can drop me home on the way.”

There wasn’t a lot he could say to that, not when Robin was right.

“Thanks, Robbie,” he said, placing his fingers on hers for a moment.

Standing up to take their long empty mugs to the sink, Steve instantly realised something was wrong. He had to make a wild grab for the centre island as the room span alarmingly. His legs felt like jelly as the world looped the loop around him.

“Robs,” he said kind of desperately as his frantic grip on the countertop began to fail.

“Oh shit,” Robin said, and he felt her arms come round his chest, but not a lot else made any sense.

He really did try and stay upright, but it was hard to tell what that was. As his vision tunnelled and up and down failed to remain where they were supposed to be, he was pretty sure he was falling.

“Steve, dammit, Steve,” Robin’s anxious words followed him.

There was no horrendous impact, so he guessed Robin had stopped him hitting the deck too hard, but the real world didn’t make a huge heap of sense. He couldn’t be sure of anything.

“Steve, Steve, shit, wake up Dingus, please,” Robin’s desperate plea was the last thing he heard as everything went grey before fading to black.

After that there were only flashes.

A sharp pain in his hand dragged him from the darkness for a few seconds. He could vaguely hear voices and he felt like he was moving, but it didn’t last long. Someone held open his eye, waving something bright in it, and he tried to object, but he sank back into blackness before he managed much of anything.

The next time was much less frenetic. He kind of floated up towards the real world, like being underwater and slowly coming up to the surface. Something was beeping and he could feel fingers wrapped into his. He was comfortable and warm, but something was missing. He didn’t have enough brain power to work out what. The need to find what wasn’t there filtered through his brain, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

He managed to squeeze the hand in his, just a little, but then the darkness was reaching for him again.

The third time was much louder. People were shouting. Something was growling and suddenly he was moving. Strong arms wound around him, pulling him against a firm chest. He could have cried as the relief flooded through him. The missing thing wasn’t missing anymore. He curled into those arms against the owner of the chest, bringing his own arm up and draping it wherever he could reach.

One simple move took whatever strength he had. He couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t do much more than moan quietly as he was once again sucked under. It felt different this time though. There was warmth in the blackness.

When he floated up towards consciousness yet again, it felt much more real, much more solid. The first thing he noticed was his pillow wasn’t that soft, the second rather explained the first when he realised his pillow was breathing. He was asleep on someone, someone who was not wearing a shirt, and there were strong arms holding him in place.

He didn’t need to open his eyes and look to know it was Eddie. He could feel it.

For a while he lay there, soaking in the sensations and the sounds but reluctant to push himself the final step into wakefulness. Everything was calm and simple in his half-awake state. The little voice at the back of his mind was pretty convinced it wouldn’t stay that way if he opened his eyes.

Eventually, however, his mind was moving just enough that he began to feel guilty. No doubt Robin at least had to be waiting for him to wake up. He didn’t know how long he had been out of it. It seemed selfish to just lay there when he was pretty sure he was quite capable of waking up.  Finally, he forced his eyes open.

Nothing made much sense, and it was way too bright. Squeezing his eyes shut again, he scrunched up his nose, hoping that would help as he tried again.

“Steve,” Eddie’s deep voice rumbled through his head where it lay against Eddie’s chest, “Sweetheart, are you awake?”

Blinking, he hummed a reply, because, no matter what he had thought, it appeared pushing through into the conscious world was a process of stages. What he had assumed would be easy, was a bit tougher than he had imagined.

When he finally convinced his eyes to focus, he found himself looking at Robin. She was leaning down beside what had to be a bed, her face only a couple of inches from him. The moment he managed to focus on her she smiled.

“Hey, Dingus,” she said, “how are you feeling?”

“Confused,” he admitted, or at least tried to, but his tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of his mouth.

He was about to try for more, but fingers slid into the hair at the base of his skull, massaging gently and it felt so good he lost all train of thought.

“Edward, you’re distracting him,” Robin complained.

“Nice,” was the best Steve could manage.

“Oh no you don’t,” Robin said, reaching out and patting the side of his face. “You’ve been asleep for nearly five days, Dingus. It’s time to wake up.”

That sent sparks of shock through him, which were much more effective in waking him up than Robin’s patting.

“Five?” he asked incredulously, lifting his head from Eddie’s chest.

“Take it slow,” Eddie told him as he tried to push himself up.

He wasn’t feeling overly coordinated, which reminded him far too much of the various concussions he had had over the years. Luckily Eddie seemed more than willing to help him sit up when he failed to do it himself. The way Eddie effortlessly sat up himself, still cradling him, helping him to turn while supporting him the whole way was kind of hot, actually. Not that Steve let himself dwell on that for too long.

He realised pretty quickly he was wearing a hospital gown, and he was attached to various medical devices. Eddie, on the other hand, was in sweatpants and appeared to be free of other adornments.

It also occurred to him that he didn’t feel like he thought he should feel after a five-day coma. His body was working fine, perfectly strong, it was just his coordination that was all off. It was as if his brain hadn’t had time to align with his body properly, which was what was giving him trouble.

“Where are we?” he asked, looking around at the white tiled walls.

“Hawkins Lab,” Robin replied, at which point he noted she was also wearing a grey sweatshirt and pants rather than her usual clothes. “We’re in quarantine.”

He frowned, doing his best to assimilate that information.

“Why you?” he asked.

Him and Eddie he could understand, but not Robin.

“I wasn’t letting you out of my sight,” she said simply, crossing her arms and glaring up at the corner of the room.

There was a camera looking at them.

“They tried to quarantine you and Eddie separately,” Robin added, “but Eddie didn’t like that.”

“The growling,” Steve said as at least part of what he remembered made sense.

When he looked at Eddie, who was still mostly holding him up, he realised Eddie was blushing. He’d have put money on Eddie hiding behind his hair if his hands hadn’t been occupied.

“We collapsed at the same time, you in your house, me in Wayne’s new trailer,” Eddie said. “When I woke up, I had a very urgent need to get to you. I may have insisted on the matter.”

Robin laughed at that.

“What he means is he flattened three goons with guns and broke down two reinforced doors,” she said.

“For me?” Steve asked, which made Eddie blush even more.

It was adorable and only added to the warmth exploding in his chest.

“Awww, you two should come with a sugar warning,” Robin said, but she was smiling when he glanced over at her.

He held out his hand, which she immediately took.

“Did they say how long we’ll be stuck here?” he asked, thoughts turning serious again.

“Nothing specific,” Eddie said.

“But Owens came in here yesterday without all the gear on,” Robin replied, “so I guess they’ve figured out you’re not contagious. I’d prepare to be prodded within an inch of your life, though. You’d think they were the vampires with the number of holes they poked into me.”

“You’re okay?” he checked as soon as she said that.

“I’m fine,” she said, demeanour softening, “just being dramatic. I think they’ve been using me like a control or something.”

“Control?” He didn’t know what that was.

“Baseline,” she told him.

“The normal one,” Eddie added.

“Robin’s not normal,” was probably the stupidest thing he could have said, but that’s what popped out of Steve’s mouth.

That cracked up Eddie as Robin said; “Hey!”

“Normal is boring,” he added. “You wouldn’t be my platonic soulmate if you were boring.”

“I’ll take that,” Robin said, smiling at him again.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

“You’re the one with the key,” Robin called across the room.

Clearly, she was fed up of being cooped up. The door opened to reveal Owens. Steve had met the man a couple of times now because of the whole end of the end of the world, but he couldn’t say he knew him.

“Ah, Mr Harrington,” Owens said with a smile, “it’s good to see you’re awake.”

“Steve,” he put in. “Mr Harrington is my dad and he’s an asshole.”

Owens’ smile grew a little a that, which was a least one point in his favour.

“Steve,” the man said with a nod, “how are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good,” he admitted. “Have I really been asleep five days?”

“Indeed,” was the immediate response.

“Why?” he asked the obvious question.

Owens glanced at Eddie and Robin in a questioning way.

“Anything you tell me I’m going to tell them,” Steve said simply.

“As you wish,” Owens said. “From our observations we believe your system went into a kind of hibernation to allow you to undergo a metabolic shift.”

“And that means?” he asked.

“Due to the residual bat venom in your body, your metabolism has altered,” Owens explained.

Steve couldn’t help glancing at Eddie.

“Am I..?” he started to ask.

“No, nothing so drastic,” came back quickly before he could panic. “From what we can tell, Eddie’s extreme changes were due to Henry Creel’s influence. Yours appear to have made you, shall we say, more robust.”

“Robust how?”

“Of course we will need to do more tests, but our initial conclusions are that your metabolic functions have shifted to be more efficient,” Owens told him. “We are unsure exactly how. It should be easier to ascertain now you are back with us. If you are feeling up to it, I will send in one of our medical staff to make you more comfortable.”

Steve glanced at the IV in the back of his hand and the other medical devices attached to him.

“That would be good, thank you,” he replied. He wasn’t going to trust a government doctor as far as he could throw them, but being free of everything sounded like a great plan.

End of Chapter 7

On to Chapter 8

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

WIP whenever!

Time has no meaning while I'm in between jobs, so I missed Wednesday by a lot... But I want to share a lil snippet of what I have been writing on my attack on titan fanfiction I plan on starting to post soon

Have a flashback snippet!

“What are you doing out here?”

The boy startled at the edge of a lake, not realizing until that moment he was being watched. With the heel of his left palm, he wiped away the rogue tears before looking over his shoulder at the newcomer.

Peering out from behind the trunk of a large sycamore tree was a girl, around his age, studying him with predatory eyes that picked up on every twitch and tick. Accusatory and suspicious eyes that shifted to curiosity as he met her gaze. Her head cocked slightly to the right.

“You’re crying.” It wasn’t a question, and despite the raspy tone, gruff in its use, there was no malice or judgment in the statement. Just a childlike inquisitiveness that provided insight into how his peers must see him. The boy’s face felt hot, being caught in what was meant to be a private moment of grief, vulnerable and raw. He’d come out to the spot his father had taken him to camp a few times- away from prying eyes and ears- for that very reason. 

He snapped his attention back to the lake, its surface rippling in the autumn breeze, swaying the reflection of the forest canopy. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he hiccuped.

“I’m not-”

“Are you okay?” The girl was at his side, staring out at the water. How did she move so silently so quickly?

All protests that licked his tongue faded at the slight shift in her tone. It reminded him of nights spent by the fire, listening to the stories his father would read to him out of old books- ones that weren’t shared with other school children-those were the times his imagination would run wild with possibilities to create his own stories, beyond the walls. Grief came flooding back to him, an anchor tied to his shoulders with the realization those nights were gone. 

“My father. He-” a sniffle and another hiccup caught his speech, “he’s dead.” He tore his attention from their reflection on the lake and towards his shoes, not wanting to see her reaction as the confession seemed to take a life of its own. “He was killed.”

New reality took shape, finally vocalized, and any semblance of control he had was gone. That tether had snapped after hours of tension and force as he went to school in his new normal, where a stranger was at the front of the class, reading verbatim from the textbook. One where he had to use all of his stamina to pretend it was a regular day and not the first on his own. His eyes burned as his vision began to swim. 

“Why?”

Tears broke over the precipice and began flowing freely as a sob left him and he collapsed back to his knees. Sorrow stole the reins from him as words continued to spill out. “I- he- I told my class about his theories- challenged our history. How pieces were missing and how pieces didn’t line up.” Even now, as he yelled internally at himself to shut up, it was impossible to stay quiet. “It was all my fault! I should’ve known better and kept my big mouth shut and let people pretend to believe in some fake narrative designed to keep us contained and happy behind the walls.” The boy cradled his face in his hands, trembling. “I should’ve known better-”

“Well, duh!” The girl was kneeling beside him now, hugging her legs, and despite the glare leveled at her from beet red eyes, she continued, “They forbid old books for a reason, you know. Can’t have people dreaming of what could be and ruin peace behind the walls.”

She drew out an arrow from the quiver slung across her back and began making nonsensical symbols in the dirt at their feet. 

To his surprise, the tears stopped, as if they, too, were shocked not only by her honesty but that she hadn’t mocked him, like the other kids had. Surely, he was dreaming… The world was too cruel to grant him some respite when he had done nothing to earn it. “You know about it too?”

Her laughter jolted him more than the hand she placed on his shoulder, certain to leave a dirt imprint on his white school shirt. He kept his eyes focused on the dirt beneath her fingernails as the girl replied, “Yeah, my entire Circle knows about the lies, and,” that word was so pointed and emphasized it was abrasive, “we also know not to talk about it in public spaces, you idiot.”

When he met the girl’s eyes, there was no malice or pity held there. Just understanding, as though she knew his pain intimately through experience. 

“You didn’t kill your father. Cowards did,” she jumped to her feet, kicking the mud off the tip of the arrow with her shoe as she held his gaze. “If there’s any blame to be placed, it’s on them.” The girl returned the arrow to its home and dusted her hands on her trousers before extending one out to him. “C’mon. It’s going to be dark soon. Let’s find you a place to rest for the night, at least. Can’t have the bears or wolves getting you.”

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Loveless - (49)

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The fish siblings

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: none

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Chapter 49

Namor fixed his crest as he observed his reflection in the mirror. It didn’t haunt him anymore. He looked at his features, his gaze lingering a little longer almost as if he could see Shuri's fingerprints everywhere she had touched and kissed. A small smile crept onto his lips, so this was how it felt, he had forgotten about it for a couple centuries.

This was how it felt to be loved.

He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, knowing that he won't have to sit alone on his throne anymore. Fate had finally given him something to look forward to in his dreary existence.

“You’re well dressed for once.”, he heard Attuma as he entered the hut, his tone had a teasing quality to it, one he reserved just for him.

“I’m always well dressed.”, Namor joked along as he picked at his sleeve.

But when he caught his brother’s gaze, it was filled with adoration.

“I’m happy for you.”, Attuma confessed softly and it only made the warm feeling in his heart grow warmer.

He walked up to him to pat his back but Attuma engulfed him in a hug.

“I’ll miss you, brother.”, he said and Namor chuckled.

“What’s this? I’m not going anywhere.”, He creased his brows in a confusion that felt silly.

“I am.”, Attuma said quietly and he stilled, pushing away from his embrace to look at his face.

“Oh.”, Namor exclaimed gently. He knew this moment would come around at some point in their lives, just not this soon.

Attuma’s gaze escaped his, looking away like he had made a mistake. It only softened Namor more. This was a part of everyone’s life.

But now that he thought about it, it was never a part of his. And because of that, the sudden realization sank in, that his kin would feel guilty to want something different for he seemed very comfortable where he was.

He hid his gloom as he straightened, a stellar smile on his face.

“Good.”, he placed his hand on Attuma’s shoulder, giving him a soft shake.

“Your life awaits you.”, he said and his brother stepped back unsure.

“You’re not angry?”, he asked tentatively.

“Why would I be?”, Namor turned away, sometimes being the eldest made it difficult to mask feelings, some part of him will always want to have them be around him.

“I built my life here. Now its time you find yours.”, He meant every word. The best way to love someone is to let them move on.

Attuma was quiet for a while and when he turned to see him, his expression was placid.

“What if you need me here?”, he posed a question and Namor felt rooted to the spot he stood in.

Battling between giving him a noble answer or the thought that flashed in his mind right this moment. As he looked into Attuma’s eyes and the gravity his question held, he chose to go with the latter.

“I will always need you. And Namora. You’re my family.”, he said as much it plucked the strings of his heart.

“But I can’t always keep you. Then you won’t have adventures of your own.”, Namor smiled and Attuma’s shoulders sagged in relief as he smiled finally.

“Our people who’ve settled in Wakanda need a leader and I feel..”, Attuma looked away again.

He was second guessing himself, having never done anything like this before. Following orders was easier than having to give them. But as he remembered the warm nights and street food, the ocean felt stagnant. He shuffled his feet and then found his stance. His mind was concocting dreams again, most of them involving her, his beloved warrior.

“I believe in your vision. Let me know how I can help.”, he heard Namor and his dreams felt good.

Solid and new, that his mind could wrap around it, if his hands could reach out he could almost touch it. He was going to do this. He exhaled as he took Namor on his offer and began discussing ideas he had been having.

Namora approached the hut for the fifth time and then turned away. Fidgeting her fingers in an anxiousness she didn’t know she could feel. All this waiting by the doorstep had finally made the anxiety settle within her, she usually felt sure of her decisions. This one however was causing her world to spin in reverse.

But as the noise in her head settled, she remembered the footage of bustling streets, woods and volcanoes and everything that awaited her, that feeling sunk in. Although the unknown mysteries of the ocean were known to her, the world above was an enigma her mind wanted to experience. And as she fell in love with Ross, the fear surrounding the surface began to vanish, like a veil pulled away to unravel the object it had hidden.

She steeled herself, turning towards the hut once again, her footsteps precise. This was what she wanted. And so before she could talk herself out of it, she broke through the threshold, only to see that Attuma was here too.

“Oh have I come at a wrong time?”, she asked hoping for Namor to say yes and by doing so, she could turn away.

“You’ve come at the perfect time.”, he beamed and it pinched her heart when she saw the smile on his face.

How was she going to tell him?

The only way of knowing the current state in order to understand if she could approach the topic or not was to assess the scenario, and to do that she turned to Attuma. To check for signs of anger or frustration but instead she found nothing. He too stood there with a sense of happiness, that she knew was going to break based on what she had to share.

Was she brave enough to leave this place?

Was she brave enough to dream of something new?

She found it hard to believe in herself. But as she thought of Ross, there was a part of her that was sure why she had to do this.

For herself.

He had been here long enough to know of her history and yet she knew nothing about him or his world. For most of her life, she held vengeance against it while she was trapped beneath the waves, always held back to see the world above with a blurry view. This was to be her new adventure, one that would challenge her. But also one that will teach her to love better.

How can you love a being entirely if you knew nothing about where they came from?

What had made them the way they are today?

She didn't want regret whispering in her ear everytime she kissed him. The ocean waves reminding her that though she had been a fierce fighter, she didn't fight for her dreams. And that remorse will kill the love she could have experienced with Ross.

As her eyes found those of her brother’s, the inevitable truth struck her heart. That even though she move away or choose to run or find something new, her heart will always come back here, to them. Because they were home. That fate tied them together and nothing could break that.

Namor knew. The moment she entered the hut, he could see it in her eyes, the resolve in it quite similar to Attuma’s. He could understand the grit it would have taken her to come to a final conclusion, because she grew up in his arms along with Attuma. With moments away from a symbolic event, his heart became mellow, with the realization that as he gained something, he was also losing something else.

He had been well trained in the arts of living with the overarching understanding of life and all it’s pains. But anytime he felt the pang, it hit him like the first time. So he knew what he needed to do.

“It’s good that you’re here, I’ve been meaning on discussing about a task with you.”, he turned to her and the worry in her eyes vanished.

“What is it?”, she asked and he moved away from Attuma.

“Well, Talokan does not have a representative in the surface world. Now that our presence is known, I would like to have someone interact with the world above. To make sure our name is held in esteem.”, he spoke and watched surprise slowly manifest itself on her features.

“That would mean, I would have to leave.”, she edged slowly into the conversation.

“Yes.”, he reassured her.

“To live in the surface world.”, she continued.

“Yes.”, he answered her patiently.

“Brother.”, she gasped and he held his hand as though he wanted to tell her he knew of her desires but the realization on her face answered everything.

She ran to him, wrapping her hands around him in a hug.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you.”, she said.

He patted her back, tears threatening to spill.

“You could never disappoint me, Namora.”, he said quietly.

And time allowed him to be in this second a little longer, as he held her in his arms, he felt another pair wrap around him.

“I will miss you both dearly.”, Attuma said, his voice a bit pitchy as Namor buried a smile. The boy who loved sharks was actually the most emotional out of the three of them.

“Now.”, Namor spoke as he broke the embrace.

“Don’t think I’ll let you off easily. I want weekly reports.”, he assumed an authoritative voice but it only makes the other two grin.

“Is this to make sure we write to you every week?”, Namora folded her arms.

“No.”, he lied and their expressions were easy to read. That his sneaky attempt didn’t hold it’s secrecy.

“Fine.”, his shoulders snagged.

“Write to me every week.”, he instructed them.

“We will brother.”, Attuma reassured him.

“Now, let’s get you to the coronation.”, Namora looped her arm around his.

And they stepped out the hut together, as they had always done for years. But today was different, he felt the passing of time again, that they were no longer children running around his room but rather individuals who had blossomed beautifully into their own purpose. Gah! He was receiving all the joy he had been withheld, all in a single day. So he set himself straight and for the first time in a long while, began to hope for the future.

Live a life you are proud of.

Tchalla would often tell her when wasn't sure of her decisions. As she stood on the dias, with the people of Talokan around her dancing in merriment. She smiled. Her eyes glancing over this crowd that was now to be her new home. Her heart was at peace and the smell of copal eased her fears. This was the right decision. Because she was proud of it, this life that had manifested itself to her.

The crowd parted and Shuri caught sight of the inseparable trio. Their hands locked in with a elevated Namor who looked much like a father sending his children away to university. By reading his expression, she could tell that Attuma and Namora had shared their plans. They had come to her a few days before the wedding, to confide in her the plans they were building for their own lives. Attuma asked for a place to stay in Wakanda while Namora wanted to know of ways she could survive in the surface world.

"When you go to the surface world. I want you to live. Not survive.", she had told Namora.

"I will.", Namora sweetly promised her.

So Shuri grew emotional as she watched them walk towards her. They had finally found a life to live for and not just survive.

The ceremony was a blur, but as they got to the end of it, the world turned golden. The Sastun began to glow bright, casting a cool yellow light. There was now another seat next to his throne within the megalodon jaw. She faced him, his eyes holding the love of a lifetime as he placed a crown on her head. His fingers intertwining with hers, her turned to his people. He rammed his vibranium spear as a sign for the jubilation to begin.

"All hail, the king and queen of Talokan.", Attuma proclaimed and the cheers poured out.

This was a life she was proud of.

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Wait I'm still crying about the fish siblings ok

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[kitkatscabinet]

would you write headcanons for jacob w a crush on a shy reader who thinks he has a thing for emma 🥺👉👈 you write them so well and theres such a lack for jacob stuff 🥺🥺 ofc completely fine if not !) anyways have a lovely day 💕

I absolutely agree that there needs to be more Jacob content! Ryan, Dylan and Nick are great but the other characters deserve more love.

Jacob with a crush on a shy person equates to a lot of mutual pining on both ends.

Jacob is more overt with his attention but he would pull back a little if he notices he's making you uncomfortable. Where he's more confident in his advances with an outgoing person he's entirely sure how to act around you, really not wanting to overwhelm you

he gets Kaitlyn to organise activities so that your group and his will have lots of activities together. In which he does his best to show off in any way possible.

Jacob thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread, but you have your own doubts, thinking he likes Emma so that makes you even more quiet than usual. Which in turn makes him think you don't like him, it's a whole vicious cycle.

Conversing leaves the both of you so flustered, you once said thank you when he asked you how your day had been, too busy staring at his lips, it keeps you awake at night.

You're constantly looking at him, its so bad that all the other counsellors find the both of you very pathetic. It might have been endearing at the start but a month in they're all very over it. They would never say this to you though, not wanting to hurt your feelings

In turn Jacob is just as bad if not worse, you even breathe and this mofo is throwing you heart eyes. Of the two of you Jacob is the one doodling your initials with hearts in a notebook

this put the onus to confess onto Jacob, who the other counsellors are not above whipping him into form.

Once Kaitlyn and Emma get it through his head that you definitely like him too, he cannot stop his excitement. He rushes to find you immediately, doesn't matter if he was in the middle of something important, its not as important as you.

Jacob gets a little too excited and ends up blurting out his feelings at you as soon as he sees you, leaving both you and the group of kids you're leading to the lodge in disbelief.

As mortified as you are, you cant find it in yourself to mind, you grab his hand and drag him off to somewhere more private, confessing your own feelings and pulling him into a crushing hug to hide your flustered face.

Jacob gets much more affectionate after that, unable to hold himself back from expressing just how much he likes you at every opportunity, it never fails to fluster you but you're just so happy you cant bring yourself to get him to stop. But if something seriously bothers you let him know and he cuts it out immediately, never wanting to make you seriously uncomfortable

If Jacob goes a bit over the top sometimes because he finds your reactions cute then you don't need to know that.

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[sweet-seishu]

Torn (Rin's Part)

Bonten! Rindou x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ only. Fingering, multiple rounds, over stim, Rin gets rough etc) Fluff, angst, I didn't know how to end it 🥲 also VERY badly edited. So I will be going through it again

A/N: here's RinRin's part for that lil Ran story I wrote. I didn't know how to end it. I'm so sorry.

Ran's part

"For fuck sakes, I'm in love with you stupid." Ran said, body fully turned to face you as he put the cigarette out.

You didn't know what to say as he moved closer to you, didn't know how to react as he moved your hair from your face.

But you whimpered as he attached his lips to yours so softly. You were quick to pull away, your hands on his chest as he looked down at you with lidded eyes.

As bad as it seemed, Rindou was the only one on your mind. Those three little words, that held so much on replay in your head.

I love you, I love you iloveyouiloveyouilo-

"Ran I-" You choked on your words. "Why?"

"What do you mean why? Y/n how could I not fall for you? You're the only woman who had ever been able to deal with my shit." He chuckled. "You know, I haven't been able to be with anyone else since the night we were together?"

"Ran." You sighed. "I'm sorry I-"

"Is it Rin?" He asked softly, slowly leaving your grasp.

It was Rindou, how did you not realize it before?

"It is... Ran I'm so sorry I just-"

"It's okay y/n, I'm not mad." He smiled, tucking your hair behind you ear. "I mean it sucks, but I'm not mad, you have nothing to be sorry for. You want who you want, I won't be mad at you for that."

You smiled, moving to kiss the corner of his lips. "I'm still sorry Ran, but I do want to be better friends."

"Then that's what we'll be, now go to my little brother before I steal you away." He winked playfully, making you chuckle before you walked back into the ballroom. Ran only watched as you walked away from him, a heavy feeling in his chest.

He sighed, walking back in to find Kakucho and Sanzu.

It wasn't hard for you to spot Rin, who was currently having a conversation with Koko. His bright hair made him easy to find.

When you walked up to them you lightly grabbed Rindou’s arms, making him turn to look at you.

Your breath hitched when his eyes found yours.

"Rin, I think I've had enough party for one night." You told him. "Do you think we could leave?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me, where's Ran?"

"I think he went to go find Kakucho and Sanzu, so it's just us, is that okay?" You asked.

"Fine with me pretty. We'll see you later Koko." You gave Koko a quick hug before grabbing Rindou's hand, lacing your fingers with his.

•••••

The drive back was silent as you were trying to figure out what to say. You were paying with Rindou’s fingers the whole time, making him wonder what was going on.

He wouldn't say it, but he saw you with his brother on the balcony, he knew Ran had confessed his feelings, so what was going on, and why did you want to leave?

When he pulled up into your driveway, he parked the car and turned his head to look at you. You sat there, pretty as ever, biting your lip and playing with his fingers, he could basically see the wheels turning in your head.

"Everything okay pretty?" He asked.

You snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"You were quiet the whole ride, and you haven't let go of my hand since we left." He pointed out, making you stop your actions. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Rin." You whispered, trying to get the words out.

"What is it pretty?"

"I-" You took a breath, lacing your fingers with his once again. "About what you said before I-"

Rindou’s heart picked up its pace. You were going to reject him.

"Rindou I-" You took a breath, tightening your hold on his hand. "I love you to."

Rindou sat there, wide eyed, processing what you just said. You loved him? Was he dreaming?

"Say something." You chuckled. "I'm getting nervous here Rin."

But he didn't need to say anything, instead he put his hand on your cheek, pulling your lips to his, both of you sighing into eachother.

You grabbed his suit jacket, trying to pull him closer, even with the centre console between the two of you.

"Let's go inside pretty girl, wanna show you just how much I love you." Rindou said against your lips.

•••••

"Rindou, fuck!" You moaned as his fingers worked inside of you.

You were sat on his lap, both of you completely bare, his fingers fucking your tight hole, your hand pumping his thick cock.

"Fuck pretty keep moving your hand like that, fuck feels so good." Rindou groaned.

"Gonna cum Rin." You gasped, his fingers hitting your g spot.

"Go on pretty girl, cum all over my fingers." He told you.

That was all it took letting your orgasm wash over you, moaning as you came. You smashing your lips to his as he helped you ride out your high.

"Good girl.." Rindou groaned, pulling his fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips. "Tastes so sweet."

You moaned as you watched him, your movements on his cock stopping.

"Want you inside me Rin, need you inside me." You mumbled.

"Go on pretty, fuck yourself on my cock."

You lined him up with your dripping entrance, slowly sinking down onto him as you both moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your arms went around his neck while his rested on your waist.

He helped you move your hips in a steady rhythm as he littered kisses all over your chest, kissing your Bonten tattoo before taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Rin, s'big." You moaned out, gasping when he started to thrust up into you, hitting deeper.

"Doing so well pretty, gripping me so tight, pussy was made for me yeah?"

"Yes Rin- fuck- for you, all for you." You moaned, gripping his shoulders so tight you left small crescents in his skin from your nails.

You let your forehead meet his, staring into his violet orbs as he fucked you senseless, his grip on your waist tightening, leaving bruises on your soft skin.

"You close pretty? Your clenching so- holy fuck- so hard." Rindou groaned.

"Close Rin, s'close." You told him, tightening your grip on his shoulders. "Gon' cum, I'm cumming!" You screamed, letting the coil in your belly snap, releasing all over Rindou's lap, completely soaking him.

"Good fucking girl." Rindou groaned, stopping your movements before pulling out of you.

"Rin you didn't-"

"Shh, I'm going to pretty, get on all fours for me." He told you, kissing your lips before letting you move.

You got in position, face down ass up, moaning loudly as you felt Rindou tease your slit before pushing into you again.

He was ruthless, pounding into you so hard you couldn't stop the screams from leaving your mouth, your grip on the bed sheets making your knuckles white.

"Rin, s'too much I can't-"

"I'm almost there pretty, just a little longer." Rin told you, pulling you up so you were against his chest, his hand around your throat as he reached around with his other hand to rub at your clit.

"Rin, fuck, gonna cum again, RIN!" You screamed, creaming around his cock a second time.

That's all it took for Rindou to release, stilling his hips against you, filling you up.

You fell forward, muscles tired. You felt like you couldn't move, body tired and fucked out.

You whimpered when Rindou pulled out, feeling empty as the mixture of your juices started to leak out of you.

Your body fully collapsed on the mattress, to tired to move as you felt Rindou take his place beside you, drawing patterns on your skin as you both calmed down.

"Rin." You said softly, moving slowly to face him.

"What is it pretty girl?" He smiled.

"Love you." You mumbled, snuggling into his chest as he moved his arms around you.

"I love you to pretty, have for a while now." He kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"Oh yeah?" You smirked.

"Yeah, it's not hard to fall for you y/n, you're everything a guy could want."

"Am I?" You chuckled. Rindou laughed, hugging you closer to his body.

"You're someone who cares, you're passionate about everything you do, and even though you're an executive of Bonten, you want the best for all of us." Rindou squeezed you tighter. "You're perfect in every way, you've always been there for me, you're my best friend."

You hummed, snuggling into Rindou as you littered his chest with small kisses.

"We really are a cliché aren't we?" You smiled. "Falling in love with your best friend. How lame."

"I don't mind, if it means I get to be with you, we can be as cliché as you want." Rindou let his lips meet yours again, pulling you on top of him.

"I never knew you could be so cheesy Rin." You said as you pulled away.

"Don't tell anyone." Rin stated with a glare, only making you smile.

[dreamerstreamer]

Pocket Knife Prince

Pairing: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’ve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?

Warnings: minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3

You huffed as you pulled yourself up another rung on the ladder, your arms straining as you did your best to keep yourself balanced. You still couldn’t fathom why Tommy thought it was a good idea to dig straight down.

“I’ll hit a cave, eventually,” he had told you as he grabbed a pickaxe, already starting to mine away at the space beneath his feet.

“Maybe,” you had said. “But what if you hit a lava pool? Do you really want to burn alive?”

“Oh, I have a backup plan in case I fuck up.” He held up a bucket of water, grinning at you. “Bam. Fucking foolproof.”

Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself with a grimace as you continued to haul yourself upward. You might not have died while digging down, but I might die while climbing up. 

Pausing, you reached behind you to adjust the strap of your back with a cry of frustration. This is way too heavy—I should have gone back earlier.

You looked back up again, squinting for a second before your eyes lit up. At long last, light! You were at least somewhat close to the entrance, now. “Just a bit more climbing,” you muttered to yourself as you reached up once more, “and then you’ll be able to take this stupid bag off.”

A few moments later, you gasped as you finally dragged yourself out of the vertical tunnel, standing up on shaky legs. Without even an ounce of hesitation, you swung your pack off your back, dumping it onto the dusty earth ungracefully. Your muscles practically screamed with relief as you rolled back your shoulders, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Hey, boys!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the tall ravine. “Guess who’s back?!”

You heard some rumbling, then a tuft of blond hair peeked out from one of the overhanging pillars. “Big [Y/N]!” Tommy shouted, waving at you. “You took for-fuckin’-ever to get back.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not my fault we needed so much stuff.” You narrowed your gaze. “Also, your ladder idea sucks.” 

Tommy scowled. “My ladder idea is fucking genius, you bi—”

A new voice cut in. “Tommy, that’s enough.”

You smiled triumphantly as you watched Tommy immediately shrink back, his tone quieting as he grumbled defeatedly, “Yes, Wilbur.”

Giving him a quick ruffle of his hair, Wilbur strolled down the ravine’s cobblestone steps down to the bottom. He pulled his hands out of his coat pockets as he flashed you a grin. “Welcome back, [Y/N]. How was the trip?”

You offered him a weary but satisfied look. “Oh, you know. Dark. Dusty. The usual. But…” Bending down, you flipped open the top of your pack and pulled out a smaller sack, shaking it in front of his face. “…I got all that gold you wanted! There’s probably a little less than seven stacks in there, which will be plenty if we want to make some golden apples.”

Wilbur blinked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a smile began to tug at his lips. “Not that I doubt you or anything,” he said, “but where in the world did you manage to get nearly seven stacks of gold?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, dropping the bag into his hands with a hum. “In a cave.” When he stared at you in stunned silence, you quirked a brow at him. “What? It’s not like it was hard.”

He was grinning now, shaking his head. “You’re batshit crazy, [Y/N]. That’s incredible.”

You smiled sheepishly at his words. “For the record,” you pointed out, “I didn’t do it all in a single day or anything. I was gone for, like, half a week.”

“That’s still really good work, alright?” He reached over, playfully punching your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You winced, shooting him a dirty look. “Ow, that hur—”

“Oh, you’re back.”

Your head whipped around at the sound of low, rumbling voice. Your frown vanished at the sight of Technoblade standing a few feet away from you, a basket of potatoes held in his gloved hands. You felt your heart swell and a bright grin replace your scowl as you bounced over to him. “Hi, Techno!” you chirped.

He smiled back at you, his gaze kind. “Hello.”

From behind you, Wilbur let out a distressed noise. “Jeez, you seem so excited to talk to him but barely batted an eye at me. Did you miss him that much?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks. “More than I did you.”

Tommy cackled as he walked by, adjusting the straps of the pack in his hands. “Ouch. Maybe you should get some ice for that burn, Wilbur.”

Wilbur grimaced, opening his mouth to retort when his gaze suddenly lit up. “Actually,” he said, turning, “speaking of ice, who wants to go with me to the Nether to destroy some of the SMP’s and Manberg’s ice roads?” A devilish grin split across his face. “I figured that it would slow them down a bunch and they’d spend less time focusing on us, so it’ll be easier for us to get into contact with Tubbo.”

You blinked at him, then sent him a teasing smile. “Wilbur, this might one of the only good ideas you’ve had since starting a drug cartel.”

“Thank y—wait, is that a compliment?”

“Man,” Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at him, “just take it as one and let your ego coast on that for the next six months.”

“Anyways,” Wilbur said, ignoring him and moving on, “who wants to come with me?”

You shook your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “No thanks. I just got back from a long, long mining trip. I think I’m due for some time off.”

Wilbur nodded. “Alright, fair.” His gaze moved to the figure standing next to you. “Techno?”

Technoblade simply raised the basket of potatoes in his hands. “Nah. I’ve got my hands full here.”

Wilbur made a face, a hint of desperation seeping into his eyes. “You can farm potatoes any time,” he said, his voice raising a pitch or two. “How about you just come with m—”

“Why don’t I just go?”

Wilbur froze, and he turned with a shaky smile. “A-Are you sure about that, Tommy? You sure you don’t just want to stay in the ravine with [Y/N]?”

Tommy shrugged, flipping the stick in his hand. “Not really. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyways.” He nudged the pack at his feet. “I’m even packed and ready to go, too.”

Wilbur swallowed, and you could have sworn a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “You really want to come?” he added, sounding more and more uncertain with each word that passed his lips.

“I dunno, Wilbur,” Technoblade spoke up, quirking his lips at him, “but it almost sounds like you don’t want to bring Tommy with you.”

Tommy gasped, looking appalled. “What the hell, Will? Of course you want me to go with you, right?”

Wilbur turned on his heel, dragging a tired hand over his face. “Sure, Tommy. Let’s just say that.” He strode away toward the stairs, practically stomping his way up to the second floor. “Just give me a second to grab a pack,” he sighed, waving a hand behind him. “I’ll be down in like five minutes.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air, waving his stick. “Fuck yeah!”

Technoblade let out a quiet chuckle, turning on his heel. “Well, I’m gonna go back to farming.��

You glanced at him shyly, trailing after him. “Can I come with?”

His step faltered, and he turned to send you a fond look. “Always.”

Your heart lit up at the sight and you grinned, following him into the garden room. The entirety of the floor had been replaced with dirt, tiny streams of water weaving their way around the potato patches. You let out a quiet hum as Technoblade set the basket of potatoes on the ground, grabbing a hoe from its place on the wall and walking over to the makeshift field. Digging the blade of the hoe into the earth, he pulled back and repeated the motion until the soft, dark soil was exposed to the air. Leaning back against the wall, a soft smile crept onto your face as you watched.

You remembered when Technoblade first arrived in the Dream SMP, all those months ago. You had been sitting in the ravine, peeling an apple with a pocket knife as you chatted with Wilbur, when Tommy burst in with a deafening shout about “the blade”. Raising your head, you had opened your mouth to make a snarky retort, but the words died in your mouth the minute you laid eyes on him.

He looked like a prince—a handsome one, at that.

While Wilbur had jumped down to greet Technoblade with a friendly hug, you had simply stared at the newcomer, pocket knife in your hand and apple slice in the other. As Tommy brought Technoblade over to you and asked you to introduce yourself, you remembered that dizzy pink feeling rising in your chest as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Want an apple slice?”

You had expected him to be confused, shaking his head and pulling away with a disgusted look. But instead, his gaze flickered to your hand.

“I’d rather have the knife.”

You had blinked at him for a moment, stunned, then burst into laughter, outstretching your hand with the pocket knife handle extended toward him. He had offered you a small, awkward smile back, gingerly taking the knife from you. When his hands brushed against yours, that hazy, rosy feeling swelled in your chest again.

Ever since that moment, you’d only fallen harder and harder.

It was difficult to put into words just what drew you to Technoblade. Of course, he was pretty, but you weren’t that shallow. He had an awkward charm to him, something that seeped into every aspect of his being. He was hardworking, determined, sarcastic, and oh-so very real. You couldn’t name one thing about him that you didn’t like, really. You loved his laughter that came in brief, giggling bursts. Every time he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. He never failed to keep you guessing, and you loved every second you spent with him.

You weren’t sure how far you’d fallen at this point, but you knew one thing, and it was that there was no going back.

“Hey,” a new voice said suddenly, pulling you away from your thoughts. You turned, watching Tommy stick his head into the room. “Can I have some potatoes for the trip?”

Your eyes shot to Technoblade, who paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing to the basket at his feet. “Sure. You can have a couple.”

Tommy grinned, strolling in to lean down and pluck three potatoes from the pile. Standing back up again, he toed the basket, tossing and catching a potato in his hands. “Hey, Techno,” he said, “don’t you ever get tired of farming these things?”

Technoblade paused, patting down the dirt he had just covered another potato with. “Eh, not really.” His eyes flickered with contentment, and you felt your lips twitch. “I like it.”

Tommy frowned. “But,” he said, “it’s so fucking boring.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare. “Tommy! That’s mean.”

“What? Am I wrong?” He flung his arm out to point at the tilled dirt, clearly unimpressed. “All he’s doing is the same fucking thing over and over, again. We’re in a war, [Y/N]. Why can’t he just spar with me or something?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, deadpanning. “Tommy, the last time you sparred with Technoblade, you lasted less than ten seconds.” 

He grew quiet. “Okay, well, you didn’t have to put it like that, but—”

“What? Am I wrong?” you said, mimicking him.

A second passed. Then two.

“…touché, [Y/N].”

“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs, his head popping out from between the railings. “You ready to go?”

Without missing a beat, Tommy whipped around, rushing out of the farm room and slipping up the stairs. “I’m coming!”

A smirk tugged at Wilbur’s lips. “Heh.”

“Wha—oh, Will! That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But it was funny,” you called out after the youngest.

“Fuck off, [Y/N]!”

Beside you, Technoblade let out a laugh, his eyes curving into two crescent moons as he set down the hoe and picked up a shovel. With a fond smile gracing your lips, you took a step toward him, leaning down to take a closer look. There was something so endearing about knowing someone as powerful as Technoblade had a hobby as mundane as farming—farming potatoes, to be more specific. 

You liked it. A lot. You liked him a lot.

You wondered how much longer you could go without saying it aloud.

“Hey, Techno,” you murmured, watching his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “could you teach me the best way to plant potatoes?”

He paused, his shovel planting itself in the earth as he turned to look at you, his lips parted in surprise. “Y-You actually want to learn?”

You bobbed your head, praying that your face wasn’t growing any warmer. “Of course. Fighting’s fun and all, but there’s more to life than just bloodshed.” You flashed him a bright grin. “Besides, an army needs food to fight!”

With a small grin, he gestured for you step closer. “You want to make sure you dig about six to eight inches down,” he explained, gesturing down the hole with his finger. “If you don’t dig deep enough, then the potato will be too close to the surface, and if you dig too deep, it’ll have a harder time reaching the top.”

You nodded, your tongue swiping over your lips in concentration. Technoblade let out a brief cough, turning away with a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed a potato from the basket next to him. “Then,” he continued, “grab a potato. You’ll want to cut it in half down the middle and plant it so the cut side is facing downwards.”

Sticking a hand into his pocket, he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a familiar pocket knife. Your eyes flashed with recognition as he flipped the blade open and sliced through the potato with ease.

“Is that,” you began slowly, your tone tentative and gentle, “my pocket knife? From when we first met?”

Technoblade’s hands faltered as he sliced, his gaze flickering to you with a bashful look. “It’s—um, yeah. Does… does that bother you?”

You immediately shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “No, not at all! I-I was just wondering. I haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

He lowered his chin, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “I’ve been taking good care of it,” he admitted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. “It’s important to me.”

You blinked, your heart beating faster in your chest. “It is?” you whispered.

He nodded. “It is.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and squeal. It only took two simple words from him to send you into a flurry of awkward smiles and blushing whines. You couldn’t believe just how far gone you were.

Technoblade stretched a hand toward you, half of the potato he cut clutched between his fingers. “Here. You try planting one.”

With a shaky hand, you gently pulled the potato from his hands, nearly flinching at the feeling of his skin brushing against yours. Carefully, you reached over and set the potato face down like he had instructed. You pointed your hand toward the pile of dirt lying just beside the hole, about to start covering the potato when his arm shot out in front of you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, making you freeze in place. “You don’t have gloves on. I don’t want your hands to get dirty.”

You sent him a small smile, waving a hand dismissively at him. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

He didn’t budge. “Please. Let me.”

That fuzzy feeling was back, and you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered, your stomach swarming with butterflies as you watched him cover your planted potato with his hands. For someone who made a lot of jokes regarding human ethics, he was far more caring than he let on.

“Y’know,” you said softly, glancing over at him, “it’s really cool watching you do this, even if Tommy thinks it’s boring.” A small smile flitted across your face. “There are all these specific conditions that you have to know to have the most efficient farm with the best percent yield of potatoes—it’s honestly kind of surreal just how much brainpower actually goes into farming.”

Technoblade stared at you, his eyes reflecting something thoughtful and warm, and another thought popped into your head. You felt your cheeks begin to grow warm at the words swirling around your head. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth, again.

“I-I, um,” you began shakily, suddenly finding the scuff mark on your shoe very interesting, “I really hope you know how smart we think you really are. How smart I know you are. Because you are. Smart, that is.”

You must have been trembling, you could almost feel it. Why was it so hard to put your feelings into words? At this rate, you were never going to be able to confess how you felt. Just how much longer could you drag this out fo—

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, your lips parting as you looked at him in surprise. The moment his soft gaze met yours, a spark of electricity ran through your veins, and you shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head at you. “I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes at you, his carmine gaze narrowing. “Oh wait, you’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, inching closer in to take a better look.

“Oh,” you said, a hand immediately darting up to your cheek, “that’s probably just some dust or soot or something. You know, from the mines.” You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, embarrassment shooting up your spine knowing that you probably looked dumb. “Did I get it?”

He frowned, pulling off his gloves as he leaned closer. “No, here let me just—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your face, your cheek held gently in his palm. Your heart came barreling to a stop, your entire body freezing like ice. 

He was so close.

The pads of his finger were warm and calloused, yet they held a certain softness to him as his thumb slowly swiped just under her eye, careful to brush away the dirt that marred your face. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you found yourself unable to look away from him, hyperaware of the goosebumps that shot up your sides as his gaze met yours. A prince—he really did look like a prince.

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another, a silent question hanging over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered, not moving his gaze from yours for even a heartbeat.

You sucked in a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. “I…” You swallowed. “I really, really want to kiss you, right now.”

A moment of silence passed, and you held your breath, tension digging itself into your shoulders. Oh, I’m totally about to get rejected. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinki—

“Can—” He started then stopped, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “Can I say something even crazier?”

You heart leapt. “Yeah, totally,” you breathed.

He turned back to look at you, and you felt something deep in your chest click. “I really, really want to kiss you, too.”

Your eyes flew wide, and you couldn’t stop the giddy grin forming on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Technoblade dipped his head down close to yours, his crimson eyes darting across your face as he took in your every feature. As he leaned closer toward you, a question silently flashes in his gaze. 

Can I…?

You smiled and nodded oh-so subtly, just for him to see.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down toward you, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Just then, his lips met yours, soft and tentative like a deer taking its first, shaky steps. Electric ran down your spine at his velvet touch, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck and touch his cherry blossom pink hair. His crown tumbled to the ground off his head, rolling a few times before coming to a full stop, but neither of you particularly noticed, far too enraptured with one another to care.

This was everything you could have possibly asked for.

A moment later, you pulled apart, gasping for air as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hair had been mussed by your touch, his lips parted and puffy from the kiss.

You didn’t think he could look any more princely, but he still managed to prove you wrong.

Clearing your throat, you cast eyes away in shy embarrassment. “I feel like I should also clarify that this means I like you,” you added in a rush, fidgeting with your hands. “Like, way more than I thought I could ever like a person.”

Technoblade let out a sigh of relief, lips curling at the corners. “Oh, that’s good. I like you, too.” Your heart did a backflip in your chest, shouting in celebration as he added, “I was sort of thinking we were just gonna kiss and never talk about it, again.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

He sent you a crooked smile, but his gaze was fond. “Only kind of.”

You weren’t quite sure how many minutes passed in comfortable silence, both of you simply basking in the other’s warm presence. It was nice—this was nice. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while longe—

“—y it, Tommy, just say it!”

Your eyes shot wide open in panic. Across from you, Technoblade’s expression mirrored your own.

They were back.

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Tommy—you can call me ‘Wilby’ if you want to!”

Flailing your arms in a panic, you immediately began to backpedal to the other side of the room, Technoblade picking up his shovel and beginning to shovel as fast as he could.

“You’re still going off about this shit? Jesus Christ, I don’t want to call you ‘Wilby’, oh my fucking go—”

Wilbur crooned as they stepped into the garden room, “Aww, Tommy, my little gremlin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wilbu—”

“B-Back so soon?” you prompted, pretending to have been looking at the potato field with great focus as you turned to face them.

Wilbur turned away from Tommy, the smile sliding off his face. He nodded with a sigh, adjusting the pack on his back. “We almost got to the portal, but Antfrost saw us, so we had to book it.” 

Technoblade paused his movements, deadpanning with an unimpressed tone. “Tragic.”

Tommy scowled at him. “Don’t sound so cocky, bitch. You didn’t have to outrun like, half of the SMP all the way back here without getting tracked.” Suddenly his gaze shot to the ground, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “And why’s your fuckin’ crown on the ground?” he muttered, snatching it from the dusty floor and tossing it back over to Technoblade.

“No reason,” you said half a beat too quickly.

Wilbur’s eyes flitted back forth between you and Technoblade, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and Technoblade’s disheveled hair. Then, a sly, scheming smile crept onto his face. You gulped.

Oh, he totally knew.

“Tommy,” he said, the shit-eating grin still plastered to his face, “how do you feel about going on another trip with me?”

Tommy’s head whipped around, his eyes swimming with confusion. “Another trip?” he parroted.

Wilbur nodded, still smiling. “Yep. Another trip. Let’s get going, yeah? I’ve got something wonderful in mind.”

Before Tommy could even react, Wilbur had grabbed onto the handle of his pack, dragging him back and up the stairs. “Wilbur! What the fuck? Where are we even fucking going?”

“On a trip!” Wilbur sang as he trudged up the stairs with Tommy in tow. Throwing one last glance over his shoulder, he sent you a knowing wink. “You two have fun, now.”

You gaped at him as he walked off, Tommy still kicking at his heels when they vanished from sight. A moment passed in silence before you turned to look at Technoblade, again.

“He knows,” you whispered, half in awe and half in horror.

Technoblade grimaced back at you. “Oh, he absolutely does.”

A beat of silence fell over you. Your eyes locked onto his carmine ones, and something seemed to click just then, a smile crossing both of your faces.

Indeed, Wilbur had just provided you with the perfect opportunity.

Who were the two of you to not take it?

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When he sleep talks

Original title: 当他说梦话

Original author: 君兮耶君兮

[ VICTOR ]

It’s nighttime, and Victor is sound asleep beside you. With a practised hand, you feel for your phone from underneath the pillow. Tapping open the e-novel application, you start “committing a crime”.

Since he has repeatedly prohibited you from staying up late to use your phone, you carefully scrutinise Victor’s actions, deathly afraid that he’d suddenly wake up and catch you red-handed.

“Dummy...”

The rustling of fabric drifts from behind you as Victor turns over. A large hand wraps itself around your waist, and you instinctively lock your phone and hide it beneath your pillow, pretending to be asleep.

A long time passes without any further movements from the person behind you. Turning your head slightly to observe the situation, you discover that he’s still asleep. What happened earlier was simply him sleep talking. Relieved, you feel for your phone again, continuing with your little antics.

Soon after, the person behind you begins to mumble again. “It’s not that I don’t like you.”

Your finger pauses on the screen. You seem to have heard something interesting? As someone in the media industry, the acuteness in your DNA causes you to tap on the recorder app to capture what’s going on.

Victor’s chin rests against your head. Cushioned on his arm, you can clearly hear what he’s saying. “I’ll always like you.”

“Who?” You whisper.

“Dummy.” He responds quickly. If you hadn’t verified it earlier, you might have suspected that he wasn’t sleeping at all.

The corners of your lips curl into a slight smile. Closing the recorder app, you place your phone down. Scooting backwards against him, you sink into a peaceful sleep.

-

While Victor is preparing breakfast the next day, you lift your hand and wave your phone in front of him triumphantly. “Victor, you confessed to me last night!”

He cracks an egg into the frying pan. Hearing what you said, he remains unaffected as he continues to cook. “You had a dream?”

“No, it’s the truth!” 

You knew he wouldn’t believe you, which is why you had the recording prepared.

“...”

After hearing it, Victor turns off the fire. He takes your phone to check its veracity, then returns it to you with a glance and a dry laugh. “You recorded this at 1.13am. Looks like a certain someone slept pretty late last night.”

Your heart sinks, and you completely forget about the recording as you retort. “No I didn’t! You saw wrongly!”

How could he not understand you? While he metes out the punishment, he places a plate of warm omelette into your hands. “From tonight onwards, you’ll sleep half an hour earlier than before. You’ll also give your phone to me.”

[ GAVIN ]

If you hadn’t witnessed it personally, you never would have believed that the all-powerful Officer Gavin would turn into a clingy little wolf at night.

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Returning from a mission, Gavin manages to fall into a deep sleep when it’s still relatively early. Grabbing a book, you sit on the bed to keep him company. Reaching out to cover him with a blanket, you suddenly hear Gavin’s voice.

“I want a hug.”

Finding this humorous, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. As though you’re coaxing a child, you pat him on the back. “Here you go.”

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” You aren’t sure what he’s dreaming about, but his brows are tightly knit, and he seems uneasy.

This causes your heart to ache, and you respond gently. “Silly Gavin. I won’t leave you.”

Perhaps hearing this assurance, Gavin presses himself against you. After a while, he clicks his tongue, muttering hazily. “I want a homemade bento.”

This is the first time Gavin is asking for a bento directly. Before, he always dropped hints along the lines of, “Sometimes, my colleagues would bring homemade bentos”. You feel tickled by this. A childish Officer Gavin is especially adorable, and adorable children always get special treatment. “Okay, I’ll prepare it for you tomorrow.”

Gavin mumbles to himself softly. “The dishes in the canteen aren’t as delicious as what you make.”

Your smile falls. Didn’t he mention that STF doesn’t have a canteen? 

Putting on a professional smile, you lean closer to him and whisper into his ear. “Gavin, what’s the salary of the aunties working in the STF canteen?”

“$620 a month.” Gavin responds without hesitation.

“Good. Very good.” You straighten up, smiling wryly as you flip to the next page of the book, as though nothing had happened.

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“I’m off.” Gavin gives you a goodbye kiss, his spirits high as he heads out of the door carrying an exquisitely wrapped bento box.

“Be safe!” Your smile is the same as every morning.

“Gav, what delicious food did she prepare for you today?” Eli pulls Tang Chao over so he can experience the pain of being single too.

Mentioning the homemade bento brings a smile to Gavin’s eyes. While responding, he opens up the bento. “I don’t know either. She was really secretive about it in the morning, and said I should only look at it at noon...” 

Very soon, he isn’t able to continue smiling. Slices of green bitter gourd are neatly laid out in the box. Aside from that, there’s nothing else inside.

“HAHAHAHA. Does sis-in-law want to help relieve your internal heat?” Eli chuckles boisterously, and Tang Chao’s shoulders tremble from suppressing his laughter.

The chopsticks in Gavin’s hand are on the verge of snapping. As they continue rubbing salt into his wound, the chopsticks curve.

He shoots them a glare. “Get out!”

“Gav, don’t murder your squad mates!”

[Trivia] One of Gavin’s “Go See Him” lines is - “There isn’t a canteen in STF, but the nearby eateries aren’t bad.”

However, in an official post about Loveland City, it’s revealed that there IS a canteen. This has been a running joke in the CN community because we still don’t know if it’s a mistake by Papergames or if Gavin really lied to MC so that she’d make him bentos (っ˘ω˘ς )

[ LUCIEN ]

Mr Lucien has always lacked a sense of security, and this is something you’re well aware of. However, the vulnerabilities he reveals to you are mostly meant to tease you, or used to stir up sympathy. You can only get a glimpse of his genuine unease after Lucien falls asleep.

“Mm...” Lucien’s eyes are shut tight, as though he’s having a nightmare.

Since you drank a cup of milk tea before heading to bed, you aren’t drowsy at all. Sensing Lucien’s movements, you pat the large hand wrapped around your waist. “What’s wrong?” you whisper.

Thinking that Lucien is feeling uncomfortable due to the heat, you attempt to put some distance between the both of you. However, the arm around your waist tightens. Not knowing if he’s awake or not, you don’t dare to move much.

Lucien embraces his treasure as he mumbles to himself. “My... Little Butterfly belongs only to me...”

You smile in resignation. Lucien has always been stubborn when it comes to staking his claim on something. This doesn’t upset you. In fact, you have the impulse to tease him even though he’s asleep. “Really?”

“We’ll see who dares to snatch you away.” Lucien’s brows furrow even more, dyeing his expression with an intimidating aura.

Having a bad feeling that you accidentally stepped on a landmine, you decide to soothe the atmosphere so that Professor Lucien wouldn’t feel troubled in his sleep. Before you can do so, you hear a dry chuckle. “A collaborative partner? Hmph.”

The threatening tone in his voice causes you to tremble, and an iciness travels up your spine and into your brain. You instinctively tense up, and you decide to wake him up.

“Lu...”

“Pete, could you bring me that box of scalpels?” His gloomy voice makes him seem like an entirely different person. “Little Butterfly, you can only be mine. Forever.”

You shut your mouth. The Ultima Bioresearch Centre measures its scalpels in boxes?

Sensing your movements, Lucien opens his eyes slowly. In the haze of drowsiness, he kisses your hair while speaking with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your survival instincts cause you to shrink your neck backwards, and you nuzzle into the arms of the big fox. “Goodnight.”

[ KIRO  ]

“Miss... Chips...”

A soft mumble rouses you from the world of novels. Turning your head, you watch as Kiro is sprawled on the bed, quietly tugging the blanket over his bare chest.

Kiro nuzzles the pillow with a slight frown. It seems as if he’s dreaming about something troubling. “Miss Shrimp Strips...”

Your fingers pause on the screen when you hear this familiar yet unfamiliar term of address. Although the both of you often eat shrimp strips, he has never called you “Miss Shrimp Strips”. Does Kiro have another snack in his life?

Thinking of this possibility, your expression turns cold, and you decide to observe further. After waiting for such a long time that you start to doubt if you were merely hallucinating earlier, he finally speaks. “Miss Drumstick...”

Okay. You didn’t mishear earlier. There’s a Miss Drumstick now.

“Miss Popcorn...”

It’s said that dreams portray the most genuine reflections of reality. What one thinks about in the morning is what one dreams about at night. You never imagined that Kiro would be this sneaky in his dreams. Taking a deep breath, you inch closer to him.

The arm of justice reaches out to the unsuspecting Kiro. The second before his head is ripped off, he suddenly twitches, giving you a fright and causing you to pause.

“No! All of you are fakes!” His voice carries with it a sense of righteousness.

There’s a dramatic twist in his dream?

Kiro releases a “hmph”. He shakes off the blanket with a hand before exclaiming, “I, Kiro Bohu, will find the genuine Miss Chips!’

You burst into laughter. If you’d known earlier, you wouldn’t have forced him to watch “Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance" with you earlier. Covering him with the blanket properly, you pat his golden coloured hair. “Your Miss Chips is right here.”

As though he’s able to hear this, Kiro curls his four limbs as he nuzzles against you. “Mm... Miss Chips...”

“Goodnight, Mr Chips.”

[ SHAW ]

“Tsk.”

A noise sounds in the quiet and still room, causing your fingers to pause. Did he realise that you’re staying up? You quickly turn around to look at Shaw behind you. 

At this moment, his eyes are shut tight, his breathing is even, and he doesn’t seem to be awake. You heave a sigh of relief. As long as you don’t get caught, you'd continue using your phone.

“What’s that?”

Another sound drifts over, but it sounds a little unhappier than before.

“What’s what?” You find yourself responding instinctively after growing accustomed to retorting him.

Shaw purses his lips, and he appears to be having an unpleasant dream. You shift a little further away, afraid that he’d progress from simply retorting to whacking you.

Shaw turns over, unable to break free from his dream. “Dragonfly Eye. Don’t lose it again.”

“Your dream’s pretty exaggerated.” You roll your eyes. You’ve only lost the Dragonfly Eye once - and it was 99% due to a certain someone’s “assistance”.

Shaw doesn’t seem to have had his fill yet. He adds another grumble.

“Silly woman.”

The familiar term of address leaves absolutely no doubt that his current dream involves you. You take a deep breath. “Carry on if you dare!”

“Stupid.” 

Even when he’s asleep, Shaw is the same as when he’s awake, meeting you head-on.

Fuming, you give him a kick to the butt, sending him off the bed.

Shaw is startled awake. He scans his surroundings in confusion, then covers his injured area while standing up, gritting his teeth. “What’s up with you!”

You respond with a glare. “You insulted me! Twice! You pig!”

Shaw, who was kicked awake but has no idea what happened: ???

More translated and original works: here

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[ Permission to translate ]

君兮耶君兮: Can, just state the author and the source

[quackisinnit]

Men in Black au! with Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Technoblade, and Wilbur

Notes: this is for 900 clebration:)) THIS IS SO LONG DKSHS. also i wrote this cause i watched men in black:international the other day

Genre: fluff, romantic, they/them

Warnings: mentions of guns, bombs

Dream

when you first started working with him, he was very friendly and would teach you anything you needed to know

like where the guns are, etc

but from time to time he would be unintentionally flirty

or just make flirtatious comments (sometimes intentional)

"you look good in a suit y/n😌"

"i always wear a suit but thank you"

everytime you hugged or shaked hands after a succesful mission, his touch would always linger

like he would hug you for much longer than anticipated

it would make you flustered but you just brushed it off

soon dream made flirty comments all the time

like all the time

you both layed down on the ground and took deep breaths, that alien was terrifying. "you know, you looked good whole fighting that thing earlier."

"what?"

"nothing."

this kept on going until you (sorta) catched on to what he was doing

"clay, do you like me?" you said out of the blue. "what? no- our relationship is strictly professional and platonic."

yeah you didn't believe him

and he didn't himself

but then again, he said it himself,

he doesn't like you, right?

okay maybe a little bit

he finally confessed when he thought it the was the end for both of you

the alien threw you against the wall, roaring loudly. it ringed through your ears, causing you to yelp. the alien grabbes clay with its other hand and raised him above its mouth.

"y/n since this is the end," clay yelled, "i want you to know that i like you! a lot!"

you looked at him shocked, you opened your mouth to say something but the creature's scream of pain cut you off. your other colleagues had come to save the both of you.

you both watched as they brought the alien back to where it came from.

"so, you like me?"

"uh, yeah. i really, really do."

"good, cause i feel the same." you smile and kiss clay's cheek.

George

he would act very prim and proper

and he'd want you to act the same

he would do little things like fixing your tie, fixing your hair, etc

but on missions he would be very rowdy and make bad decisions from time to time but still calm

"y/n, let's drink with them!"

"but what if the-"

"i heard a yes, let's go."

but then the bad guys showed up

"i told you they'd come!" you said with a slightly panicky voice.

"don't worry, the alien is safe and we just need to get out of here. let me think of a plan."

and boom with george's calmness and smartness you survived😎

but you both got a warning cause you drank on the job-

anyways,

he started acting strange after a few months of working with you

for example, everytime you passed him a weapon his hand would rouch yours

and he would just blush and continue what he was doing

you wouldn't really notice tho since he was subtle with it

george finally confessed after a mission

"get yourselves cleaned up at the headquarters."

"yes ma'am." you both said synchronously. once you were both back at the headquarters, george tapped your shoulder. "uh- so i really like you, can we go on a date?"

you just looked at him, not saying a word. george started to feel more nervous, thinking he did something wrong. "it's fine if you don't want to, i understa-"

"no no no no george, i wanna go on a date with you." george just smiles and grabs your hand, caressing it.

Sapnap

as soon as you became partners, you both got really close a your personalities just matched

anyways, every mission crazy and very chaotic

sapnap cracks jokes all the time

"oh my god, is this alien pussy??"

"sapnap... I THINK SO!!"

its so fun working with him

at the start of your relationship, he made flirty comments here and there

but the longer you both knew eachother, he made flirty comments all the time, like dream

"sooooooo has anyone told you how hot you were earlier?"

"i mean- no? we literally almost got eaten alive"

"well since no one's said it, you looked pretty hot earlier"

for some reason he likes saying those comments everytime your both about to die

or when the situation is just bad

"hey you look pretty attractive right now..."

"SAPNAP SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THE GUN, WE'RE GONNA DIE??!??!?!"

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS NOW SAPNAP"

but when he confessed it was during a normal time

you were both talking about a mission you had to do in a few days

and sapnap just blurted it out

"okay so we have to be in paris next week. i think we should ask-"

"i like you y/n. a lot, with my whole heart" you smiled, "i like you too." sapnap smiled and and leaned in, "can i kiss you?" you just nod and bring him closer to your chest.

Karl

people called you and karl childish and immature during work

but in reality he just made lots of jokes and you both laughed easily💀💀

missions with karl are very fun

fun but at the same time serious

like he thinks very quickly

so if your ever in danger, karl will be there to help

but after you both make jokes directed at each other

"you were the one that dropped the bomb"

"you would've died if i didn't save you🙄"

but its all light hearted and you care for each other

anyways he started to act more serious and calm around you

sometimes nervous

like after every mission you hug

and everytime you both do it you could just feel karl's heart beating so fast

"karl are you alright? you're heart is beating really fast"

"oh uh- yeah. just shocked from the mission and all"

he would also ask you if you're hurt/okay way more

"oh god y/n, are you alright?"

"yeah it's just a scratch"

"okay, if you're hurt just tell me"

he confessed while you were both undercover during a mission

you both sat in the cafe, eyeing the alien that disguised itself as a human. "psst, y/n."

"what is it?" you say, not taking your eyes off the creature. "i like you." karl says quietly. as if he was a kid whispering a secret. for the first time, you take your eyes off the alien.

you look at him, mouth agape. you smirk and chuckle, "so do i." karl smiles and starts giggling, you reciprocate this. "now let's go back to- WAIT WHERE ARE THEY?"

Quackity

chaotic but at the same time quiet duo

during missions its crazy and some times gets out of hand

but at the headquarters/office, you're both very proper and organized

its just so that you both get assigned into more missions together tbh KSHSJ

missions with him is just

*chefs kiss*

one time you were both fighting the alien and somehow he convinced them for a break?????

"HEY WAIT WAIT. i have to piss, let's take a break"

alien: "piss? break?"

"i have to pee."

and the alien just agreed!?!??????!?!

SO YOU JUST STOOD THERE, WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK

AND THE ALIEN JUST SAT ON THE GROUND

fortunately, he came back quickly

"okay, i'm back, let's do this😎"

in the end you both won

cause he's alex quackity, what do you expect?

soon he started to act very nervous at random occasions

like you were both just talking about a recent mission you both just done

and you complimented him on defeating the alien

"that was so cool alex!!"

and he just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ "thank you y/n"

HE'S JUST SO FLUSTERED KSJSK

and it's not like your first time complimenting him

he just started acting like this out of nowhere

he confessed while you were doing a mission

you were in the passenger's seat, holding onto dear life. "alex, slow down!" he just glances at you in disbelief. "slow down? we're gonna die if i do slow down!"

after a few turns, you reached a long road with a fiver at the end. alex looked aroud to find another road for you to go on to avoid drowning. unfortunately, there was none.

the buttons that cotrolled the car currently weren't working. so you kept on pushing them. "y/n, before we die, i wanna say something!"

"we're not gonna di- oh nevermind, what is it?" you yelled. "i like you!"

all you could do was to push the buttons more aggresively, hoping to get out alive. to your surprise, the car started to float of the ground.

once you had both reached the sky, you both started clapping and cheering. "lets go!"

"we did it y/n holy shit"

"so... you like me?"

"what? no, i didn't say that. what do you me-"

"its fine alex. i like you too"

Technoblade

he would be quiet and professional

also a little intimidating

like on your first mission he did almost all the work

and in a way you were kinda his assistant

at first you thought this was how missions worked

1 leader and 1 follower/assistant

but then you talked to your colleagues about your missions with him and they told you it was meant to be 2 partners, not leader and assistant

so you confronted techno about this

which left him a little surprised

cause he was the one supposed to confront people, not the other way around

this made him intrigued about you

so techno spent more time with you to learn more about you

which caused the both of you to get closer

when people saw this, they were really confused

cause he was so soft, caring, and nice around but around them he was cold and intimidating

but then techno started to act very flustered and nervous around you

he tried to hide it, but failed

like you would just be talking to him and he would just randomly act flustered

"okay so since he's in [street name], we should turn left to catch up." you said while holding onto the steering wheel. "uh huh..." techno just looked at you, not saying a word.

"techno? are you listening?"

"oh- uhm. yeah, sorry." he said as he opened the sunroof and got out his gun.

this kept happening so you decided to confront him about it

(the same way you first confronted him)

"techno, are you alright? everytime we're in a mission or just talking you seem really out of it"

"i'm fine, just tired."

which isnt true?? his whole brand was like staying up and still having enough energy for a mission

so you were suspicious but didnt think much of it

he confessed while you were at a diner talking about an upcoming mission

you drank some water and cleared your throat. "do you think we need a disguise?"

"uhm, i think we need to..."

"need to?" you waited for his answer. "i like you." he blurted out, looking down at the ground tp avoideye contact. all you could was smile, "i like you too techno, a lot."

technoblade looked back up to you slowly with a small smile but with a shocked expression. you cup his cheek from across the table and caress it, smiling.

Wilbur

he would be a combination of george and dream

prim, proper, and friendly

missions with him would be fun but still professional

he'd crack jokes all the time but at the same time he can finish the mission

idk why but for some reason he loves timing himself during missions

"aye y/n, we got 3 days and 7 hours! not as good as last time but still alright"

"wilbur why do you even keep track-"

anyways

all of a sudden, he started to be more messy during missions out of nowhere

like instead of having everything in control, everything would be out of place

one time you both almost let the alien escape

"wil are you alright? you've been a little off lately." he rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah, i'm fine, completely fine."

you were worried so from time to time you would ask him if he was alright

and he would always answer with the same thing

"i'm fine, y/n. don't worry about me"

or something along those lines

he confessed during an argument

"wil we could've died! we and many people could've died." wilbur paced around the room, rubbing his neck and running his hand through his hair from time to time.

"i know, i know."

"if you know then why did you do that?" you said, raising your voice. "because-"

"beacuse what wilbur? you're feeling a little tired but you're fine? wil please tell me what's goin-" you were yelling and your eyes started to become moist. "because i like you, y/n. so so much."

he cupped your face with both of his hands as his eyes began to moist as well. "i-i like you too wilbur." was all you managed to choke out. "but please be more careful. you promise?" wilbur placed his forehead on yours, "i promise."