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lovebugism · 1 day

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oh my god absolutely feral for the cynical prompt list PLEASE!!! maybe like bad at feelings/grumpy!r x steve with these vibes?:

• "you.. LIKE ME???" "i'm a little wary but so far, yes."

• "you're my favorite person. i didn't know you could have those."

• i love the idea that although they're cynical they would simultaneously not care to admit it ^ like "okay, yeah, i fell in love. so what???? people fall in puddles, and pools, and you know, other things!!! don't hold this against me!"

or literally anything from that list like i just know you’d eat

hope you like it angel xoxo — you tell steve you love him for the first time in front of all your friends who didn't even know you were dating (grumpy!r, fluff, 1.3k)

Eddie drops off a few Hellfire stragglers at Family Video after a lengthy campaign, you among them. Robin watches you file in with a freckled chin nestled in her palm. “Stevie! Your children are here!” she singsongs in the otherwise empty store, flipping unenthusiastically through an old magazine.

Dustin and Lucas grumble under their breaths about being called children, though you think they’re still very much deserving of the term. Eddie, meanwhile, crosses his leather-clad arms over his chest. “You know I’m older than him, right?” he monotones with squinted eyes. “So that’s, like, scientifically impossible.”

You deadpan from beside him, somehow more stoic than the raucously dressed metalhead. “And also, I’m dating him,” you frown. “So that’d be, like, extra weird.”

Everyone looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, then. Like you’ve just said something awful.

Steve’s presence saves you, but only for a moment. He comes out from the back wearing a stupid grin on his scruffy face. “Hey, babe,” he greets you first, with a wide hand spread warmly over your back.

When he ducks down for a fleeting kiss, you can taste the Cheetos he’d been snacking on and the wintergreen gum he’d just plucked into his mouth. The concoction is strange. Maddening, still.

All of your friends leer at you for several long moments. They gape at the two of you in horror, as though there was some kind of truth in what Robin had just announced moments ago — as though you and Steve shouldn’t be kissing at all.

“Wait,” Lucas mumbles, filling the heavy silence. His face twists in confusion a second later. “What?”

Eddie’s pale face contorts in something short offense, like you’ve betrayed him somehow. You sort of did, in a way. You’re Hellfire’s prettiest, grumpiest, weirdest member — you’re not supposed to be dating Steve The Hair Harrington. It goes against, like, every unwritten rule in the handbook.

“Is this why you wanted me to drop you off here?” he questions, palpably heartbroken. “So you two could— suck face?”

You shrug, emotionless. “Sorta.”

“We have a date tonight,” Steve announces with a proud smile. He squeezes gently at your shoulder, then cowers at the glare you give him. He clears his throat and corrects himself. “Not date.”

You’ve noticed his very strange tendency to call any time you spend together a date. You don’t like that. It makes you feel it’s some kind of appointment you have to book with him — an engagement you have to put too much effort into. Sometimes, you don’t want to go on a date. You just want to sleep over at his place, steal one of his shirts, and raid his kitchen in your underwear.

Eddie does everything but pout. “But I thought… I thought we came here to bother Steve until he let us take something home for free?” he confesses in a quiet voice.

“We can still do that if you want.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he frowns.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Robin shouts, abandoning her magazine and waving her hands in front of her face. “How did I not know about this?”

Steve bounces his shoulder, jostling the nametag pinned to his chest. “You don’t know everything about me, Buckley,” he sasses.

“So… you like him?” she presses, pointing to you and then the boy beside you. “You like Steve? Steve Harrington?”

You swallow hard and hope you don’t look as anxious as you feel. You shrug to feign an air of nonchalance. “I’m still a little wary about it, but, yeah… So far, anyway.”

Dustin��s senses return to him, then. He shakes his curly head in disbelief. “That is just… confounding,” he mumbles to himself.

“And how long has this been going on, exactly?” Robin squints.

“Couple months, I guess,” you monotone.

Steve has a much different, much more enthusiastic answer.

“Well, if we’re going by the first time I knew she liked me, it’s been five months. But if we’re going by the first time we kissed, it’s been four,” he rambles with his honey eyes flitted to the ceiling. “But if we’re going by the first time she actually admitted she liked me, it’s been… A wonderful six days.”

He flashes you a grin, which you meet with a hardened scowl. “Shut up…” you grumble, but don’t push him away when he cuddles you closer to his side.

“You? And Steve Harrington?” Eddie gapes. “You’re kissing?”

Steve scoffs. “Well, we’re dating Munson. So obviously we’re kissing. Among other things…”

You dig an elbow into his ribs to shove him away. “Do you have a death wish?” you spit, eyes narrowed and bitter, while the boy just chuckles to himself.

“It’s just… weird,” Dustin remarks.

“But, like, a good weird,” Lucas nods. “Like a solar eclipse, sort of weird.”

“Or, like, that one in a billion chance of atoms aligning and your hand going directly through a solid object, sort of weird,” the curly-haired boy adds, punctuating his sentence by slapping the front counter. His palm collides with the hard surface with a resounding thud.

“What did you think was gonna happen?” Steve monotones when Dustin winces.

“Well, impossible things happen all the time, Steve. Including now.”

You start to choke on the attention. The stares are borderline suffocating. A bunch of wide-eyed gazes holding yours until you feel like you can hardly breathe.

“What’s the big deal?” you blurt before you mean to. “We fell in love. Who cares? Dustin fell into a puddle earlier today— how’s that any different? People fall all the time.”

Dustin’s eyes narrow. “I thought we agreed not to bring that up.”

“Wait…” Steve mumbles, pink lips quirked in a crooked smile. His chocolate gaze glimmers with hope and confusion, eyes darting back and forth between yours. “You’re… You’re in love with me?”

“Yeah?” you shrug, trying not to cower at the way he looks at you. “So what?”

His grin widens. It takes everything in him not to kiss the life out of you then. He settles for a warm squeeze at your shoulder for now. “Nothing. Nothing, I just— I love you back. That’s all.”

The honeyed moment is ended bitterly by the sound of Eddie’s fake gagging. Robin gripes beneath the horrid noise, “You guys are gross…”

Lucas smiles. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Only ‘cause you’re more lovesick than these two idiots,” Eddie scoffs. He saunters away from you and takes the two Hellfire boys by the shoulder, leading them inevitably to the Sci-Fi section. Robin has no choice but to fix her frowning face and smile when a customer walks in.

With the crowd freshly dispersed, and the attention no longer on the two of you, you look up at Steve with a softer look than you’re used to. “Why did you look so shocked?” you murmur, eyes all squishy around the edges. “When I told you that I— that I loved you or whatever.”

“I wasn’t shocked,” Steve laughs and turns to face you fully. “I just… wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

You squint. “So you were shocked?”

“…I guess so. Yeah.”

“Well— you’re like— my favorite person or whatever,” you stumble over your words, finding it suddenly very difficult to meet his gaze. You gesture wildly with anxious hands. “And I didn’t even know you could have one of those, so… By that logic, I figured I must be in love with you.”

Steve grins, maybe bigger than he realizes. It’s all plush and pink and petaled, dripping with an adoration you’re not sure you deserve. “Well, by that logic, I must be in love with you, too, then, huh?”

“Guess so…” you grumble under your breath.

Steve smiles at the distant look of disgust scrunching your pretty face. “You’re so cute…” he mumbles under his breath, pressing a kiss to your pout before you can blink.

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clubforfrogs · 2 months

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Slip Ups (Part 2) Poly Marauders x Reader

Quick note: Omg I can’t believe I’ve already finished my first fic. It’s obviously a pretty small one (only two parts) but i’m so excited that people actually seem to like it! If you have requests please send them- I need ideas!

This part is about 2.3k words- I hope you enjoy!

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Earlier, sneaking around and breaking rules with the marauders sounded fun. Running away from teachers, giggling amongst each other, and thinking of new pranks when inspiration struck. Really, who wouldn’t want to prance around with Hogwarts’ hottest group of guys? But right now, looking at that same group standing in front of you, you wanted to be swallowed whole by the couch you were sitting on. The boys had been about to sneak out and continue on their adventure without you, but somehow spotted you before they actually left.

“Hey, are you guys heading out?” You winced at how lame you sounded as James replied, “Uh, yeah? I invited you earlier today. We thought you’d gone to sleep already, but this is perfect! Now we can all head out!” Your stomach sank at the excited nod the three of them shared. There was no way you could just ditch them without hurting their feelings. You slowly heaved yourself up from the couch and made your way over to them.

“James’ invisibly cloak is probably too small for all of us, so we’ll need to split up into pairs. Who here’s good at the disillusionment charm?” Remus asked. James shook his head first, “I’ve only casted it a handful of times, I’m no good.” Sirius looked at you and Remus sheepishly, “Same here, Y/n, gorgeous, love of my life, please tell me you know how to cast it?” Your face felt hot at Sirius’ words, but before you could answer James interrupted, “Hold on Sirius, I wouldn’t mind huddling close under the invisibility cloak with Y/n.” He sent a wink your way and you were pretty sure your face would burst into flames at any moment. Before anyone else could get in another remark, you spoke, “I’m pretty good with the charm. So Remus and I will use the charm while you two,” you pointed at James and Sirius, “use the cloak?”

Remus nodded in agreement, “Yeah, that should work, now let’s head out. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” James and Sirius threw the cloak over themselves and immediately disappointed. You and Remus looked at each other. You watched as Remus cast the charm on himself, and you watched as he disappeared. The only evidence that he was there was the faintest outline around him. You took a deep breath, then did the same, muttering the incantation and finally disappearing. You heard a low whistle, but couldn’t see who did it. You were immensely grateful at that moment that none of them could see you flush red. “Ok, let’s head out. I trust that you, Sirius and James, know the plan. Darling, we’ll fill you in on the way.”

Your mouth dropped open as you all headed out of the common room. The entire student population at Hogwarts described Remus as the shy, stoic type. All of that seemingly disappeared from his demeanor the second he started talking to you or the other marauders. Did that mean he liked you too? Did that mean all of them did? You shook your head as if to clear the thought. Stay focused L/n, don’t be ridiculous. A low whisper broke you out of your all-over the place thoughts, “Make sure we stick together, splitting off from each other just makes us more likely to get caught.” Remus reasoned. You agreed with his thinking, but were slightly surprised when you felt a hand grab your own. You let out a squeal of shock, then quickly slapped a hand over your face. “Sorry about that,” Remus adjusted his grip on your hands, so they were now intertwined, “hopefully we’ll be able to stick together more easily now.” You quickly wondered how he was able to find you so quickly, but brushed it off as him having a keen eye. “Oh, yeah. Makes sense.” Your voice wavered a bit, but if any of them noticed, they didn’t say. Another voice spoke. It was James, surprising you with how close he was, “Alright, let’s head to the snake pit.”

Nerves churned in your stomach as you made your way to the Slytherin common room. Yeah, that was definitely the reason your stomach was in a knot, certainly not the fact that one of your longtime crushes, Remus Lupin, was holding your hand. Remus, feeling the way your hand tensed, mistook your infatuation for the fear of being caught, “Hey, don’t worry, this is a pretty mild prank compared to some of our others. James wouldn’t have invited you if this could get you into serious trouble. You want me to walk you through the prank? Would that help?” You couldn’t help but melt a little at his concern. “No, it’s alright, I think I’d rather be surprised by your guys’ utter genius.” You said the last words with obvious sarcasm, as Remus let out a noise of disbelief, “I’ll choose to ignore that last bit. But good choice, you’re going to love it. Oh, and would you look at that, we’ve arrived.”

You looked and around and realized Remus was, in fact, correct. It was colder down in the dungeons compared to the Gryffindor common room. You wrapped one arm around yourself as Remus led you toward the sound of James and Sirius’ footsteps. Sirius, having heard the pair of you approach, told each marauder where to go and what to do, “and you, my dear Y/n, get to sit back and enjoy the show.” You waited as they all dispersed. You looked around nervously, praying that prefects didn’t decide to do check in over heard for the next few minutes. But you also couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush you were feeling. You had never really been a strictly “by the rules” student, but you’d also never snuck out to prank Slytherins in the middle of the night. An out of breath silhouette of Remus stood in front of you, you could hear from the way he spoke that he was smiling, “Now we get to watch it all unfold,”

He led you to the now open door of the Slytherin common room. It was absolutely nerve-wracking being in there, but the way Remus grabbed your hand again made you feel a lot a little better. Suddenly, you heard a commotion, and a group of four Slytherins came scrambling into their common room. You recognized them as students that would constantly pick of the first years and make fun of any other wizards and witches for not being pureblood. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel any satisfaction from seeing their panicked faces, and you strained to hear their conversation, “Did you see that?” a tall and skinny wizard said. Another wizard who looked almost identical aside from his much lighter hair responded, “Of course I did! I didn’t think ghosts could get into our common rooms! But did you see that thing? It was all bloody and mangled and terrifying.” The first boy spoke up again, “Of course I saw it! And it doesn’t look like any of the ghosts here at Hogwarts. We’re so fucked!” The group of them looked positively frightened, before a shorter boy who hadn’t said anything yet pointed to the dorm stairs and spoke in a shaky voice, “Guys…”

A pale man floated through the air towards the boys. His hair was flat and greasy, his neck bore long gashes caked with blood, and he looked angry. Remus squeezed your hand as if to reassure you that this was all fake, and you were immensely grateful for it. You watched as the boys ran around the common room like headless chickens, attempting to flee from the ghost. The tall boy with light hair had been cornered by the ghost, and whimpered. It was hard to make out in the dimness, but you could see how his pyjama bottoms started to darken, indicating that, “Oh Merlin, he just pissed himself,” you whispered to Remus. The two of you cracked up, while trying to be as silent as possible. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t notice when the prank had ended, not until Remus calmed himself and muttered, “Let’s get out of here.”

The two made your way towards the Gryffindor common room. You were walking at a nice leisurely pace until your ears picked up on a pair of footsteps that didn’t belong to you or Remus. You stopped Remus, asking, “Do you hear that?” The both of you listened, but Remus was the one to catch sight of Filch as he turend the corner, walking down the same hallway you and Remus were in. Now, Remus and you were still disillusioned, but neither of you were willing to take the chance of being caught. Remus grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby broom closet quietly. The two of you were both breathing heavily as you strained to hear if Filch was gone or not. Your thoughts didn’t stay of Filch for long, however. They were pulled to Remus’ strong chest now pushed flush to yours. His arms hanging at his sides, but were still so close to you. Remus had apparently noticed the same thing, because you could feel his breath hitch. You desperately didn’t want the atmosphere to turn awkward, so you whispered to him, “How long do you think we’ll be-“ he interrupted you. “You didn’t want to come out with us tonight, why?”

His tone wasn’t accusatory, it was just matter-of-fact. Regardless, you started to stumble over your words, “What? I didn’t- I never said, that. You just.. read the situation-“ he cut you off again. “Just be honest. Is it because your uncomfortable with us? Do you not like breaking rules? What is it?” His tone was so desperate, you just wanted to tell him everything. Tell him how the reason you didn’t want to go out with them was because you were so horribly in love with each of them, even though they were already in the perfect relationship. Your silence made the air in the closet feel heavy. Suddenly, you felt Remus move his hands to your hips. It made you feel dizzy and hot and wonderful at the same time. He leaned down, “Or did you not want to come out with us because of how you feel towards us?” His words shocked you. “Look, I’m not trying to mess you guys up. I know you’re already committed to each other. I swear I’ll distance myself and leave you guys alone.”

Remus spoke quickly, “No! that’s not what I want- not what we want.” “What? What are you talking about?” you questioned, trying to stop the feeling of hope blooming in your chest. “James, Sirius, and I speak about you all the time. Those ‘jokes’ we make in class? That’s just how we feel. We want you, if you are willing, to be with us.” If you thought Remus’ hands on your hips made you feel things, his confession doubled those feelings. “Really? You’re not kidding? Because that would break my heart.” Remus wrapped his arms around you and pulled you impossibly closer to him, “I swear to you that I am telling the truth.”

Giddiness overtook you. Without thinking, you grabbed Remus’ face and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was full of all your pent up longing for this exact moment. All of the times they’d make flirty comments toward you without you knowing how to respond, all of those moments you wished you could just fit in to their world. But right here, kissing Remus, you finally felt like it was a really possibility. You both pulled back, gasping for air and grinning like idiots. Remus dragged you back to the Gryffindor common room excitedly, the pair of you practically skipping your way there.

Inside, you found a worried looking James and Sirius. “Where have the two of you been? We thought you guys had been caught!” Sirius rambled. You looked at Remus, confirming your prior situation hadn’t just been a figment of your imagination. He nodded and you with a smile and you launched yourself at Sirius, connecting your lips. He huffed in surprise before eagerly retuning the kiss. This kiss was wilder than your kiss with Remus. Sirius tasted slightly of fire whiskey, so you assumed he and James had celebrated their prank on their way back from the dungeons. You heard the disbelieving chuckle from James as he talked with Remus, “I take it you told her then?” You broke a part from Sirius and looked at James, “He might’ve.”

James walked over to you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. Your lips met and finally everything was complete. You had the three men you’ve been pining over for forever all to yourself, and you didn’t want to waste a single moment with them. You flung your arms around James’ neck and pulled his head even closer to yours. He obliged you as he smiled into your lips and kissed you sweetly. When you both finally came up for air, you looked around at Remus, Sirius, and then back to James. They all looked back at you with the same excitement you were sure was displayed plainly across your face. The look in their eyes was the only confirmation you needed: this was going to work. All of you fear and worries surrounding whether they really liked you or if this would last disappeared. They were going to do everything in their power to make this work, and you would do the same.

The four of you went up to the boys’ dorm and flipped down onto one of their beds. It was a tangled mess of limbs, but no one cared. You used Sirius as a pillow while James laid on your stomach and Remus was lying by your side. You were pretty sure life didn’t get any better than this.

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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Hi if you're still taking request. Can I request a Namor x reader where reader and namor are married and reader is one of the people got turned to dust because of the snap and Namor just don't know what to do. 5 years later reader came back to him what would he's reaction be?

Thank you for the request

Summary: 5 years without you was worse than anything he had ever experienced.

ANGST

In ajawo - my king

In reina - my queen

in yakunaj - my love

in amado - my beloved

Aateni - help me

It had happened so suddenly it took Namor a moment to realize that you were truly gone. You were together at the time. In the tent in the cave where he kept most of his paintings. The two of you had been laughing when your expression suddenly changed. You stumbled and he caught you.

"In yakunaj? What is it?" He asked as he guided you to a chair, worry etched into his brow. You had a faraway look in your eyes that made his stomach drop.

"In ajawo' something is happening," You stuttered and gripped his hands like your life depended on it. "Aateni' K'uk'ulkan."

His heart clenched at the call for help as he was at a loss on how to do just that. Then right before his eyes you crumbled into dust. He looked around himself like you would suddenly reappear. He tore up the room and the surrounding caves, calling your name. But when reality sank in, he broke. The howl that the king let out rang through all of Talokan as others in the underwater civilization also vanished.

The Talokan King ventured to the surface when he couldn't find any answers in the sea. What he found was the same suffering and loss. He learned of what the alien Thanos had done. Nothing would bring you back. Nothing would bring anyone back. Any hope he may have harbored was now turned to ashes.

For the first year, no one but Namora saw the king. He secluded himself and wallowed in his grief. Allowed himself to feel the anger and loss and guilt. Your last words, your plea for him to save you to help you rang in his ears. Though Namora told him there was nothing he could have done, that did not sooth his aching and yearning soul.

On the anniversary of what the surface dwellers called 'the blip', Namor showed himself to his people once more. He wore his ceremonial garb and they held an official funeral for all those who had been turned to dust. Enough time had passed and it was time to let go. At least that is what he told his people, but at night he held your clothes close to him and prayed for your return.

The King remained detached and always stoic. He no longer swam the streets of Talokan and greeted his people. Nor was he ever seen outside the palace or his caves. No one blamed him. They all knew how he loved his Queen and her loss was felt by all.

The grief and sadness held Namor in such a grasp that he did not smile until over four years had passed. As time passed he had chosen to make room in his heart for the love of his people again. A small child had bumped into him on one of his few ventures into the city to see his people. But the smallest of smiles had finally alighted upon his face at the fright on the boy's face and his repeated apologies. He had patted the young boy and eased him.

Namor was learning to live without you in the smallest ways. He had made a conscious effort to leave the palace and caves more often. To be a more active hand in ruling his people. Seeing them moving forward with life while honoring those who left were a balm for the ever aching parts of his heart. In time he allowed himself to see the surface and the sun again. He knew you would have wanted that.

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Namor was sitting on a beach, listening for any changes in the world. He knew the war against Thanos was waging somewhere, he could feel it. The energy that suddenly rippled through the world sent a hope through him that he dared not take hold of. He ran full pelt across the beach and dove back into the sea.

When he resurfaced in his caves and made it to the tent he paused. His heart was racing and hope had truly sprung up inside of him. But if he pushed this curtain and you weren't there he would be undone.

"K'uk'ulkan?" Your soft voice came from inside the tent, hesitant and frightened. A second ago he had been at your side and now you were alone.

The King almost fell to his knees at the sound of your voice. A sound he had feared he would forget as years passed without you. He threw open the curtain and you turned to him. You were standing at the table looking worried. Before you could speak Namor took three long strides and pulled you into his arms in a an embrace that spoke of longing and so much love. A sob escaped his lips as his legs gave way.

You knelt with him and held him to you as he sobbed like a child into your neck. You gripped ahold of him, soothingly running your hands through his hair as you felt tears well in your own eyes at the sound of his anguish. Namor pulled away and took your face in his shaking hands and looked at you with tears staining his cheeks.

"In amado, in reina, you have returned to me," Namor choked out the words before kissing you fiercely. Although confused you knew that something terrible had happened between the moment you had felt like something was wrong and his sudden disappearance to the entrance of the tent. You kissed him back and then held his face in your own hands.

"In ajawo, K'uk'ulkan, my love, I am here. Whatever happened to cause you this pain, I am here to make it go away," You whispered to him as he nuzzled his cheek against your palm.

"You were gone from me. You and half of the world. We have been grieving your loss and so many others for five years. I do not want to live in that world again. In a world without you," Namor's voice was low and broken. He was trying to calm his gut wrenching sobs as he explained what had happened and why you had disappeared.

The King held you close as he recounted what he knew and that he suspected that Thanos had now been defeated. Your heart broke as he described the mourning and grief that he and Talokan had suffered through. You had lost five years in a moment but he had been alone that whole time. You kissed him again, lingering so he could truly feel that you were there. He clutched on to you as though you would slip through his fingers again if he let go.

"I will never leave you again, my love. I promise you," You looked around you and could see that time had indeed passed. The tent was not as organized as you liked it. The king's paints were haphazard and there were unclean brushes sitting in places they shouldn't. Then you noticed the new mural that to you had not been there a moment ago. It was you; a detailed and intricate portrait of you in your ceremonial dress.

"I painted this the first year you were gone. I would come here and talk to you, imagining you were listening. I had no hope that you would ever return," he pressed his forehead to your temple and you cupped his cheek as you took in the painting.

"Why did you wait for me? I would have understood if you moved on. Talokan is always in need of a queen," You asked him, looking into his dark eyes.

"There was no queen before you and there will be none after you. There is only you, in reina," He did not explain any further.

Tears leaked out of the corner of your eye at his devotion. You pulled him in for a longer more passionate kiss. Pouring all you had into showing him how much you loved him. It broke a dam in the king and he kissed you hungrily. Like a starving man needing air he was desperate for your touch. Namor hoisted you onto the table and continued kissing you as his hands ran up and down your body.

Then he paused for a moment and leaned back, taking in the sight of you with swollen lips, a flushed face and neck, and your eyes dark with desire and he smiled a full wide smile for the first time in 5 years.

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tbgkaru-woh · 3 months

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hi! i was just wondering what it is specifically that you dislike about wangxian? i'm kind of intrigued, because while i get how someone could find them boring, i've never really considered anything about their dynamic (and as you mentioned in response to a previous anon, their confession scene) particularly off putting. no pressure to answer this, and this is in no way hate towards you i'm just genuinely curious <3 (i love your art by the way it's gorgeous)

Thank you for the compliment! ♥ This is gonna get ranty so I will hide it below read more as not everyone has to deal with reading this, so proceed with caution :'D

Wangxian is the weakest WWX dynamic. On god, even if I'm not fond of Yanli, they have very loving relationship where they are protective of each other and gentle with each other in a harsh world. I don't ship WWX/JC but their story and complicated love of someone you grow up with and care for deeply but clash constantly with is more interesting than anything wangxian ever had. Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian clicked together so naturally, they are chaotic and are similiarly not too interested in being up to rules. Jin Zixuan and WWX had a potential of going from enemies to partners in crime, to become family and have each other's backs but JZX was cut short and WWX never really cared afterwards either. WWX with the wens took time to build up but his YLLZ farmer era was one of the best WWX's in the story. Damn, even Lan Xichen who's always amused with WWX's temperament and secretly has a drink with wwx and is altogether looser with the rules while still being lawful matches with him way more than LWJ where there's... nothing. They were smashed together for convenience and we were suppossed to just go with it cause they are the two main characters. LWJ feels like he was just made so WWX has a "hot stoic top" to fuck him and the rest of the characters are actually build with the story and therefore feel more natural

Wangxian don't feel like they are in love, not in the way the fans make them out to be into some romantic picture perfect angsty deserved lovestory. LWJ's personal space is constantly disrespected, he's punished constantly for WWX's mistakes, he constantly needs to be the one to adjust to how WWX is instead of the other way around and after all that, LWJ doesn't really /know/ WWX so his attraction feels very idealized. WWX is the bad boy that goes against the rules and LWJ wishes he could be that (or with that) but it's almost a childish infatuation from their Gusu days that never evolved into something more mature. And WWX? I can't see how he'd like LWJ as anything more than in a physical sense. Even their obnoxious "Back then I wanted to sleep with you" confession scene is purely physical. He doesn't really know LWJ or respects him, LWJ is just a familiar face in a world that is against WWX and he's a hot body that likes him. LWJ is an easy score in a way, he's a safe option. And it'd be SO interesting if they went into that, but instead it's played like the only true love (dont forget, they are meant to be as the ONLY gay pairing in MDZS which I find insane when everyone else has more chemistry and in the end gets shat on so wangxian can fuck in a bush. I mean, LWJ leaves LXC to be depressed and alone after everything LXC stands for and did? Fucking ridiculous.)

It tries to "subvert" tropes but ends up being more stereotypical than anything. WWX was almost meant as this jock-y rebellious hotshot but instead we got a quirky twink, early 2000s shonen protagonist and every yaoi's Uke I've been seeing since like 2008. Are they suppossed to be different because the "stoic white-coded" one is not the bottom? Is the bar this low? If anything, this ornament top is the most usual top, let's be real, LWJ barely has personality or growth or focus, he's there to fuck WWX.

This is a petty reason but MXTX's "wangxian is the only gay couple" everyone else being implied straight as if to highlight just how real their love is that they are gay in time period where it's frowned upon, even though Yi City and 3zun combinations had more chemistry than anyone is. Annoying. And so is the "Don't ship them with anyone else and don't switch their dynamics" that fuels some of the most obnoxious people in the fandom to go after fanwork creators that do/like things differently.

All in all Wangxian is THE face of danmei, they are the most known even outside of danmei circles and they are extremely mediocry written for that. I mean, fuck, you put straight couple in their place and I guarantee no one would like it, it has the depth of a high school hormone-riddled couple who have different classes and "only" get to see each other during breaks and make out during lunch with others at the table, idk it's so fucking annoying to me when I know there were better options, when WWX had so many interesting dynamics that got shat on in favor of bland ass ship and I'm tired of having to like it/tolerate it just because it's gay.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, this was extremely healing 🤣

#hcs #hc #this is of course my subjective perception of it #i just can't believe this is the most popular couple #if it was less so or not the main one i wouldnt even mind them #also i'm fine with them as standalone characters #just not together.#i will still make them together as a scenery to MY ships cause it makes it feel more canon #but i definitely dont go out of my way to interact with that ship #which is fine #there's more than enough of it y'all dont need me

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odyssean-flower · 9 months

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My Yandere Neuvillette and Wriothesley characterizations

I feel like I'm mixing up these two's characterizations in my head so I'll write them down here as reference. These will probably change as we learn more about them.

Please feel free to submit any suggestions!

Neuvillette

He gives off a very paternalistic feeling--he's Father

Authoritative, comes off as condescending and judgy even when he isn't trying to be

Can read you like a book

Big fan of procedures and rules

Doesn't show much emotion on his face, but as you spend more time with him you can see the subtle shifts in his expressions

Super emotionally repressed (turbo virgin)...until he met you

Honestly I think he would be pretty relaxed and chill even as a yandere, not because he values your personal freedom or anything, it's because he knows full well that you'll never get away from him

I think he'd be a bit less relaxed and chill before you become his darling, because there's still a small chance you can get away from him (bonus points if you reject him. Then you will really see him slightly less chill)

Will probably try to court his darling first before trying more underhanded means

Generally acts like a gentleman even as he is keeping you imprisoned against your will

Not the type to get super angry, just disappointed. If you push him too far, though...

He has a lot of patience for your "shortcomings" because fundamentally he sees you as someone who needs to be "educated" and "disciplined"

I think that for him, you're the first person he feels something for, and that simultaneously bothers him and intrigues him--Him? Feeling things for a human??? Huh????

I think even if you get into a relationship with him willingly, he'll still eventually confine you in his house anyways. That's probably where you'll spend most of your time, but he'll take you out to the theater or something from time to time (even all powerful chief justices like to flaunt their darlings sometimes)

Doesn't really dote on you heavily, but he's pretty soft when it's just the two of you. Likes to kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you. Would really love it if he

But he also has high expectations for you. He'll make you read and memorize Fontaine's literature and laws, drill you on etiquette, train you on how to speak and act with him. It's not so much he thinks you're uncultured, he just thinks that everyone should be cultured, especially you

Won't use his cane to hit you (unless you really push him too far). Mostly uses it to correct your posture, tilt your head up, etc. (Spankings are a different story however)

If you're a shy and demure person, he will probably be very warm, protective and patient with you. Probably wouldn't even seem like a yandere at all if not for the controlling behavior. (Is this a daddy kink)

If you're more feisty and argumentative, he...will probably kinda enjoy that? On one hand you remind him of a certain archon he has to put up with, which annoys him because he sees you as a sort of refuge away from that, but on the other hand it further stimulates his desire to control everything about you, to tame you, basically. So I think he'll probably treat you more roughly

Wriothesley

Ok this one is harder especially because I really don't know what to make of him after reading his drip marketing description. So I will just write about how he is in my fic A Choice Forged in Blood

So Wriothesley is a lot like Neuvillette in that he's pretty stoic, but the difference is that Neuvillette is like that all the time, while Wriothesley is mainly like that because of his job/reputation. He is much more open with the people who know him well

I headcanon Wriothesley to be more "romantic" than Neuvillette

He knows how intimidating he is, isn't that bothered by it most of the time, but does sigh about it sometimes when he's just out and about and everyone gives him a wide distance

But when he meets you...ooh boy

Depending on whether you treat him normally or are scared of him like everyone else, he will approach you differently

If you treat him normally: *brain short circuits* he doesn't know how to react to that. He wants to approach you but doesn't know how without the fear of scaring you away. Ironically treating him normally only flusters him more. Will probably try to find out everything about you, and try to be around you as much as he can, blushes an awful lot when you're around

If you're scared of him: yeah he expected that and he's sad. Will keep a distance from you, still tries to find out everything about you in order to figure out how to appeal to you, gets really jealous when you smile around anyone other than him, kabedon maybe idk

Will try his best to hold back his growing feelings because of his innate morals, but it gets harder each day. He can't stop thinking about you

When he snaps eventually, oh boy (see: poor y/n from my fic)

Will just take you by force, will feel bad about starting off your "relationship" too forcefully but does NOT regret doing it in the first place

Tries his best to be gentle, likes to sit you on his lap, cuddle with you; will melt if you initiate physical affection with him

Enjoys going out with you (if he can do so without handcuffing your wrist to his) and simply spending time with you

Will be very protective of you, will still get insecure and compare himself to others

Just wants to be loved back and live in domestic bliss with you :(

Will be sad about it but won't hesitate to tie you to his bed if you get too rebellious

#yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #my writing

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jadedrrose · 11 months

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For the 800 followers (congratulations btw!)

Can I get 12 with Law please? Maybe with a straw hat fem reader not wanting to deal with drunken crew having a party on Zou?

“Wanna Sneak Out Of Here?”

Tysm!! I’ll be honest, I got really carried away with this request. I genuinely think this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written lol. So I hope you love it too!! <3

Warnings: I don’t think I used pronouns but it’s still kinda implied it’s fem reader. Totally sfw!

Since your arrival on the giant elephant where the Minks lived, it was nothing but chaos. Now, that was to be expected with your crew, but you really just needed a break after the events of Dressrosa.

And of course, to nobody’s surprise, when Cat Viper had suggested having a banquet, your captain jumped at the chance to have one. You could only hope that nobody would drag you off to dance or get drunk with them, though. That thought replayed in your mind, as you watched the Minks, your crew and Law’s crew all interact. Please nobody bother me… was the wishful thought you kept thinking.

Nami briefly came over to where you sat under a tree, tilting her head to the side with a semi-sour look on her face. “What’s the matter y/n? Normally you like banquets.”

You brought a hand to your forehead, rubbing it as though that could help the headache all the noise was giving you. “I just feel like shit since Dressrosa… sorry,” you explained, giving Nami an apologetic look. She was your best friend, therefore you two always had the most fun together during banquets.

“I swear, those boys,” she scoffed, blaming your exhaustion on them. It was partially true, anyway. “Always getting so rowdy… I’ll tell them to leave you alone. Maybe you should go rest?” Nami suggested.

“Yeah, I think I will. Not now, though.” You agreed, pausing after the latter half of your sentence.

“Why’s that?” Nami asked.

“The banquet started barely an hour ago. Don’t wanna leave too early, haha,” you added a lighthearted laugh so that Nami would know you’re not in too much pain.

“I see. Well, I’ll talk to you later, k?” She smiled down at you.

“Mhm. Bye,” you waved her off as Nami skipped away, going to bother Usopp next.

You continued to sit alone underneath the tree for what felt like hours. But realistically, you guessed that only thirty minutes had passed. You watched as Luffy and Chopper did their usual chopsticks ‘trick’ for all the minks, who were hysterically laughing at the scene. A quiet giggle escaped you, and you shook your head.

“It’s no wonder you’ve got a headache with crewmates like that,” a deep voice came from beside you, startling you. You looked to your left to see Law, whom you’d actually become pretty good friends with since the alliance started. You often wondered if you were the one and only exception to the “alliance does not equal friendship” rule.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you laughed, smiling as the other captain sat down beside you, knees bent upward so that his arms could rest on them.

“Just checking on you,” he hummed, but then you noticed his ears turning red as he quickly looked away from you. “S-since I heard you tell Nami about… y’know.”

You giggled in response, thinking about how cute Law looked like this. He was certainly flustered, but was that because he was just awkward or did he have… other feelings for you?

“Yeah, it’s gotten better though,” you said, in reference to the headache. “But I’m still tired,” you yawned.

“Same here,” Law added, seeming stoic once again.

The two of you continued to sit together underneath the tree, not really making much conversation. It’s not like you needed to, anyway. You’d learned that Law, much like yourself, preferred to be more laid back and quietly watch rather than party. So the two of you spending time together like this was really nice, actually. Every now and then, one of you would say something just to make sure that the other hadn’t fallen asleep. This continued on for another hour or so, before you accidentally started something;

You raised your arms up to stretch as you yawned, repositioning yourself against the tree. However, when you lowered your hands, you accidentally placed your left one directly on top of Law’s tattooed hand.

He quietly gasped, and you quickly snatched your hand away, face turning red. “S-sorry,” you squeaked out, trying to avoid eye contact with the surgeon.

Law’s face was equally as red, though, “no I don’t mi- I mean, uh, don’t worry about it,” he managed to say, stammering and stuttering his words. That was unusual for him.

After that interaction, you both gradually scooted closer and closer to each other, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against Law, the skin of your arms brushing against each other. You hesitantly laid your head onto his shoulder, feeling bold.

He jumped just a little, but didn’t verbally protest or make any movements that indicated he wanted you to stop. You smiled at that. I’m definitely the exception to the alliance rule. Possibly even more… I hope.

Your face once again flushed red as you thought about that. You and Law, together? What would your crew have to say about that?

“Y/n-ya,” he suddenly spoke up, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah?” You breathed, looking up at him from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna sneak out of here?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. A smirk that had your heart beating faster and faster, as you thought about wiping said smirk off his lips. With your lips.

You could only nod, the butterflies in your stomach making your mind race with thoughts about what Law intended on doing once you snuck away.

He stood up first, holding a hand out for you to grab onto. Gently, you placed your hand into his and he pulled you up. A bit too fast, though, as you stumbled forward once on your feet. Directly into his chest.

For a second, you were pressed against his body, head lightly landing underneath his chin. You pulled back, though, biting your lip as you felt your face flush with embarrassment, again.

“Sorry. Seems like I’m being very clumsy tonight,” you giggled, willing yourself to look back at Law.

He still looked down at you with a slight smile, and gosh, was he so charming right now. Your little crush on the Heart Pirate’s captain seemed to be turning into you being in love with him, now.

Law guided you back to one of the many tree-houses, the one he’d been staying in, specifically. There were a couple dimly lit candles illuminating the room, and you looked around as you stepped further inside. He certainly kept his space very neat, which only made you love him more. You were so used to the boys trashing everything and not caring enough to clean up.

He sat down on the bed, patting the spot to his right with his hand. You sat next to him, eyes still wandering around the room as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Y/n, I wanna tell you something,” Law then quietly said. You were a bit taken aback that he hadn’t added the usual “-ya” to your name. He must’ve been serious.

You simply looked at him, waiting for Law to continue with hopeful eyes.

“I know when the alliance started, I said this was strictly a no friendliness thing. But- I. Um,” he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. “I’ve changed my mind. For you, at least.”

“That’s nice to know,” you said, trying to not look disappointed that he hadn’t confessed his love for you. “I'm glad we can be friends.”

“That’s not all,” he then added, sparking hope within you once again. “I… want to go further than ‘just friends’. Y/n… I, fuck, this is so awkward,” he cursed, placing a hand over his face as though he was disappointed with himself. “I- I love you, okay?”

With the words now out, Law turned his head away, fearing that you’d reject him. But how could you? He was the most handsome man you’d ever met, and was nothing like the rowdy, filthy boys on your crew. Smiling, you placed your hands on each side of his face, turning him to face you.

“I'm glad you feel that way, too,” you whispered, before doing something you’d never thought you’d ever do;

You’d felt his breath on your lips for just a second, and decided you had to do it now before you changed your mind. Leaning your head up and forward, you swiftly connected your lips with Law’s, slowly easing the two of you into the kiss as it seemed you were both inexperienced. It took a couple moments of stiff, awkward kissing before you finally figured out how to fit your lips against his. Feeling weak in the knees despite sitting down, you swooned and deepened the kiss, loving the way his lips felt against your own.

Before you knew it, you were practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats, your hands still firmly holding onto Law with his arms now wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.

When you finally parted a few inches away to get some air into your lungs, your body flushed with hotness as your mixed saliva strung together between your lips. Was that how heavy your make out had been? It was thrilling, honestly.

You licked your lips and went in for another kiss, but before you could fully connect your mouth with Law’s, the door burst open as your captain rushed inside the room. “Oi! Torao! You need to come down and- hey! Why’s y/n in here?!”

You stared with wide eyes and a reddened face at your captain, realizing you and Law were still holding each other, faces not even an inch apart. “Get out of here! Now!” Law yelled, causing your captain to laugh as he retreated with a “sorry, sorry.”

As the door shut again, you could hear Luffy say one more thing; “Torao can’t come right now! He’s too busy shoving his face into y/n’s. Hey, why are they doing that?”

The last bit of Luffy’s statement sounded quite confused, but you couldn’t hear anybody’s response as their voices faded away, and it was just you and Law again.

“Sorry about that, he doesn’t understand-“

“You don’t need to keep apologizing to me, you know? Though it’s cute to see you get embarrassed,” Law cut you off, kissing you again as he finished speaking. He ran a tattooed hand through your hair as he did so, making your heart skip a few beats.

“Right. Sorry- I mean, um. So, now what? Are we dating?” You asked, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to see what your captain says about that,” Law answered with a light chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to part from you after all this.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of it,” you whispered, looking into his gray eyes. “I wanna be with you, always, Law…”

“Then be with me, always, y/n.”

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law #law x g/n reader #law x female reader #law x you #law x y/n #one piece x reader #jadedrrose 800 event

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bat-writer · 1 year

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Hi! Couldn't find rules so I hope this is alright!

Could I please request Bruce Wayne getting close to a suspect just to see if she's going to be dangerous but ends up falling hard for her? She's not dangerous but she's a bit of an anti-hero and is an accomplice to a bigger villain, how's that like for him? She doesn't really do anything bad, she just doesn't do anything when the villain she's accompanying does something bad

Ty!!

A/N: I'm not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy! 😭

Warnings; language | ~~~~: time skip

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"Hey Alred, how have you been since the last time?" you ask taking the tea cup he served you. Now this was not a regular visit to just a friend. No, no, this was an interrogation.

By the Batman.

Now you weren't villain but you also weren't a hero. Not your style. You just needed benefits to get by, get fed, and have your bills paid. You'd pair with villains and simply get the information they needed. Bruce's issue with you is that you knew too information. The way that he would find out information is the same way you did. Only you were faster, more detailed and you always slipped away at the last minute.

Luckily you didn't provide information that would put other people in harms way. Although sometimes you did end up stealing or blackmailing those of higher social class into benefiting those who really needed it. However, he can't hold you to any crimes since, you never committed them nor were you an accessory at the scene. It has gotten to the point however that you come to the Batcave often to be asked questions. Even Alfred and you interact and even trade secrets to house keeping and cooking.

"So batman, what do we have questions about today?" you ask as the tall stoic hero comes into the room.

"You're aiming for certain organizations. Ones that are in charge of rebuilding a school. Why?" he asked with his signature glare

"looks bats," you sigh "those organizations aren't what you'd think they were. Sure they're made to look like they're for a good cause, but in the end they're all greedy assholes"

He huffs underneath the mask "So, stealing from-"

"The corrupt rich correct." you smile "And it's not just limited to snobby rich boys, but bigger villains like Penguin, Two-face, even Riddler had a couple of dollars to take just to name a couple."

"They don't donate," he added

"I know, but I need some way to keep my rent paid and keep them from blowing shit up, causing more work for you." you smirked at him

"I'm keeping you here for a couple of days just to lighten things up" he said as he pushed the buttons on his panel to open a clear cell.

"Ugh the cell again?" you groan "Wasn't I doing what a good citizen does though Bats?" you ask as you walk along side him. This wasn't the first time you spent the weekend with the Bat. But, since you weren't a threat to society, yourself or him, he was pretty relaxed around you. He opens the door for you to enter but you stop before stepping in

"pay me a visit after you patrol?" you said looking up at him seductively as your hand slides over his armored chest. You just loved teasing the ever so strong hero of Gotham "I get lonely ya know" you smile

"For now the books will keep you company. Alfred is here if you need help." he said stepping away.

Under neath that mask and armor was also a man who would yearn for the feeling of love. However, because of who he was, what he was - it was complicated.

"Alfred I'm heading out"

"Of course sir, anything I should be aware of?" he asks

"Nothing that I can recall. Y/N is in the cell for today and tomorrow night" he said getting into his bat mobile

"So no love affairs for tonight then?" he asks as the advanced vehicle closes with a hiss

"Keep things in control please" he asked dodging the question. This wasn't the first time this has happened. There has been playful banter, some flirting and maybe even a kiss on the cheek. Alfred would tease the hero in his own nonchalant way. And just like that, the billionaire hero skids from the cave and into the night.

"Looks like it's you and me tonight Alfred" you wave at the butler with a smile.

"I do believe there is a new episode of butlers 7 bucks tonight miss Y/N, would you care to join?" he said changing the large screen in the cave causing you to smile

"Of course I would"

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Walking into the bat cave he didn't find much but you were right about villains pilling money for their own personal gain. But from the other organizations? He'll figure that out as Bruce Wayne. Looking over into the cell he sees you had fallen asleep, curled up to be as comfortable as possible.

Opening the door he takes off his cape and drapes it over your figure. Over to the next day he lets you go early since there really wasn't much more information you could give. Since you were somewhat a target for his usual villains, he'd check up every now and then to see if you were safe.

"So I'm free to go Batman?" you ask waltzing out of your cell "or is this another interrogation?"

"No more questions but I will pop in every now and then."

So every now and then he'd drop by your window and sometimes he'd stay a while and listen to you about your day. There was even one time where you had a pretty rough day and without asking you were comforted by this typically cold and quiet hero.

He held you much longer than a hug that was. You didn’t complain or push away, this felt more than a pity hug. There was want behind it, you felt his warmth. You look up at him with those e/c he loves to look into. Almost as if it were magnetic your lips come into contact with one another in a slow short kiss.

For what felt like hours staring into his eyes while his nose brushes against your own, you could feel your heart skip multiple beats. This then started happening multiple nights in a row.

Some night were sweet and innocent with some pecks or playful flirting. Some were even close to hot and heavy. Carrying you over to your countertop to enjoy your make out session as your bodies stay flush together. He’s sometimes stay a bit longer outside of your window until you fell asleep, as a precaution.

On a certain night however you were in this strange state of a passionate but also very delicate kiss. As if you had kissing for both the first and 100th time. His large hands cradling your face as he practically made you melt on the spot. You pull away to finally speak up on how you felt but, before you could even focus your vision or get your head straight he was ready to leave.

“Wait! Batman! Come on you can’t just leave like this!” You stop him

“…this Wouldn’t work Y/N. You know why…” he said trying not to sound defeated

“…i know but….couldn’t we try?” You ask teaching a hand out but drawing it back in hesitation

“We Can…but you won’t like what May come of me…” he said looking over his shoulder

“…but I could learn to like that version of you as well…” you try and plead with your eyes to him. He looks as though he wanted to elaborate on things but held himself back

“Take care of yourself, know that you aren’t in harms way” he says as he swoops off into the night.

“Ans just like that, the bat is gone” you groan as you “UGH. What am I thinking ?! This is the Batman not some guy I met at a-“ you stop as you see something stuck to your windowsill. A single piece of paper with a note

“Friday at 6. Dress nicely. -B”

“Huh, but bad bats…not bad at all” you from as you shut your blinds for the night. Tomorrow first thing in your list was to buy a dress.

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I hope this was somewhat what you were looking for! -Kitty 🐈‍⬛

#batman x reader #bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #batman x fem!reader #dc comics #batman fanfiction #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x fem!reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello, can you order the request for Dragon Goddess Mother, for Buddha and Beelzebub?

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Buddha

-Getting pregnant was one of the best things that have happened for Buddha, he was so attentive, constantly by your side, talking to your belly, telling it all about the snacks that would enjoyed together.

-When it was found out that you were having twins, Buddha was stunned, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your belly, nuzzling his cheek against it, “Our babies~”

-Your pregnancy was mild, at least until your last trimester, when you were so round that it was nearly impossible to stand up on your own, and you were so off balanced that you nearly scared Buddha half to death more than once when you nearly toppled over.

-It became unsafe for you to walk around but your beefy husband had no issues carrying you everywhere, shushing your worries about being heavy and constantly reassuring you that you were still as light as a feather.

-Your twin sons came over to look just like their father, which did cause some pouting on your part, until he showed you that they had your stunning eyes, which brought a smile to your face.

-You were okay with your boys having snacks, but made it a rule that they can’t have too many sweets at once, as you wanted them healthy.

-Your boys were very mischievous however, using their looks to get extra sweets from their papa, who could never tell them apart and thought he was giving them the allotted amount, while you however, could easily tell them apart and knew their game.

-It was only when Kand returned that they listened to your one rule without fail, after he tried to attack Buddha and you shifted into your dragon form and easily put him in his place, defending your husband and children from your ex.

-Seeing your power, seeing what you could really do, made them both very wary of upsetting you, but the only rule you tried to enforce was not too many sweets, which they started to follow, one to not make you mad and after you told them that once they were older, only if they were strong and healthy, that they too could turn into dragons.

-Buddha was a doting father and an even more loving husband, constantly doting on all three of you, but he was quick to realize that his boys thought they could trick him and play pranks on him, when you had to leave to visit your mother for a few hours.

-After getting a few pranks pulled, and getting his sweets stolen and hidden from him, and teasing him, being little brats, but they knew he wasn’t mad; he tilted his head back, “I’m gonna call mama!”

-Instantly his sons were in his arms and he hugged them tightly, making them giggle which made him grin before he picked them up, “C’mon you two, lets get some fruit snacks and I’ll tell you some stories about mama.”

-You giggled when you returned, finding all three of your boys passed out under the tree, snack wrappers all around them which made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but take a picture before leaving them be for a bit longer.

Beelzebub

-He turned to you, wide-eyed, like you were lying, when you told him you were pregnant. After showing him the small pile of tests you took, all positive, he couldn’t help but sink to his knees before you and wrapped his arms around your hips, tears cascading down his cheeks in joy at the news of a child.

-He reacted differently when you found out that you were having twins, his eyes went wide like before but a huge grin spread across his normally stoic face, throwing his hands up to the sky, “Damn I’m good!” you bopped him on the head lightly for that comment.

-Your morning sickness was pretty bad, but only in the first trimester, you worried your husband when you could barely hold anything down for days, worried for your health and the health of your children.

-Your cravings are what was a little more unusual, not so much what you wanted, nothing too crazy, watermelon with pepper, ice cream and potato chips, but you got them at the most random of times, like 3 in the morning, and they were sometimes strong enough that if you didn’t get them you would burst into tears.

-Beelzebub took everything like a trooper, handling your tears as you cuddled him, talking to your belly to calm your babies down, and having to help you up once you got too round to stand safely on your own.

-Your boys were beautiful, dark hair and sharp gold eyes, they looked just like their father, except for your eyes, they were perfect.

-As they grew, they quickly showed their personalities were very open, constantly running around to play, having fun, and being balls of energy from the time they were awake until they went to sleep.

-Beelzebub was annoyed that he couldn’t tell his children apart, but you could, being the only person able to, which you thought was a bit amusing, so did your boys, who played pranks on their father all the time.

-When you were summoned by your father for a short meeting with other constellation gods, you told all three of them to behave, which made all three pout, which made you laugh softly.

-As soon as his back was turned the twins were gone, leaving Beelzebub who sighed in defeat before going after them, searching high and low, playing an unwanted game of hide and seek.

-He could hear them laughing as they ran away, finding new hiding spots but he couldn’t help but smile, knowing his boys were having fun.

-He froze when he heard them call out for help a short while later and found them both up the large tree in the backyard, having climbed up with no issues, but once they saw how high they were, they panicked and called for him.

-He got them down easily and soothed their tears while they held hands, finding comfort with each other before he smiled, “C’mon, let’s go get you something to drink and we take a break. I can tell you a story if you want?”

-They beamed up at him, wanting to hear more stories about you, as they had only recently seen you transform into your dragon form, which made him smile, happy to oblige them.

#ror x reader #record of ragnarok #ror buddha #ror beelzebub

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honeybcj · 27 days

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I think James should give some attention to Regulus too. Can you write some hcs of just Jegulus?

sure nonnie <3 i’d love to. jeggy does have my heart very much, and regulus deserves attention as well! i’ll give some sfw & nsfw ones.

— on the outside, we see that regulus is the very formal, stoic kind of person whereas james is the one always making jokes and filling the room with chatter and laughter, but i like to think that behind closed doors these two are complete opposites. with regulus, james can be quiet. he doesn’t have to put on a show for others because he knows reg accepts him for who he is. and vice versa where regulus feels like he can chat away for hours to james, and james will never tell him to stop talking. he’ll even nudge regulus gently or press a kiss to his temple and encourage him to keep going if reg starts to get particularly shy about his rants.

— despite james’ natural romancing and wooing personality, he (and reg) both like to keep most of their date nights at home. that’s not to say that they don’t like going out because they do. but when they go out, it’s like a big ordeal because james can and will wine and dine regulus to the fullest extent. i’m convinced their first date was at a really fancy restaurant because james wanted to impress reg so bad, and then they end up laughing when they leave because it was soooo not their scene. they end up on james couch, reg’s legs in james’ lap while eating ice cream from the tub.

— let’s be real, james is a little Arrogant and regulus is never afraid to call james out, he’s even encouraged to do so. same in the sense when reg gets a little snarky with his tone because he has a Bone to pick with every person to ever exist for god knows what reason.

— as much as i adore the whole grumpy/sunshine dynamic, regulus isn’t always grumpy or mean to james. of course, the teasing is always there, but james and reg have a very healthy relationship, even if they had to work really hard for it. that said, regulus is actually very far from grumpy, and not a whole lot actually disappoints him. he thoroughly enjoys giving james pet names and watching James’ cheeks go all ruddy when he’s feel sentimental.

— one thing is for sure is that they have vastly different tastes in music, so they could be cleaning the house one day, music playing in the background, and it would go from tchaikovsky to the backstreet boys to yoke lore to lil uzi vert sorry i don’t make the rules here

— Very adventurous in the bedroom. as in they are open to trying anything to other wants to for the most part. shibari is just so jeggy to me. i adore the thought of reg tying james up and leaving him to his own devices while he leaves the room, just to get james worked up into a frenzy

— actually big exhibitionists/lovers of (semi)public sex and not necessarily by choice. they get Horny all. the. time. and unfortunately that means they have to do something about it, no matter where they are. so be it, reg looked hot in those pants he just tried on, so of course james is going to fuck him in the changing rooms, you gotta do what you gotta do

— i talk about this one frequently, and i know it’s a popular one, but james is the king of giving head. simple as that. but let’s also remind ourselves that reg ALSO loves giving head, like he’s very greedy about it. loves it when his eyes get all watery and he’s crying and lowkey i think about james licking away the tears afterwards because it turns him on more than it should

— these horny fuckers fuck in the shower more than any other relationship i’ve ever heard of. it’s a problem only because they’re trying to get ready for the day or night or whatever and they get soooo handsy, so what else are they supposed to do

(this is getting a lot longer than i anticipated, so if you would like any more hcs, let me know, and i might do a part 2!)

#han’s asks #jegulus #james potter #regulus black

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter VIII: Idiots at the Pre-Party

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VIII: Idiots at the Pre-Party || Series Masterlist

“Homecoming is next week, so whatever last-minute task your committee still needs to finish, let anyone else know. Parade committee, I know you asked a bunch of us to help you this weekend. Do you know what day and time?” You summarized the last agenda for today. A representative, Yuju, stood up to report when to meet up before sitting back down. You adjourned the meeting and freed both the council and Football team.

You needed to be on it for the next few days. You felt like you were slacking off, though many of your council members reassured you that you had a lot on your plate. You’ve bounced from meeting to meeting with others clubs and the administration while also doing your schoolwork. This is where your Type-A personality came out because you needed everything to be perfect, paperwork viewed and revised, caterers and sponsors all set and ready to go, not a single speck of insight, not a hair out of place, and certainly no distractions.

You pushed your glasses up before turning away to gather your belongings. You were in your little bubble, mentally checking your list on anything you might need for tomorrow and later days when you felt someone behind you, and you knew who it was.

“Baby.” The voice calling you brought an ache to your heart. You wanted to so badly hold onto him and never let go, but you quickly remembered what he did. You didn’t even need to tell him how you felt about it because your actions said it.

You threw everything in your backpack and shouldered it before leaving the council room, not sparing a glance at him. “Soobin! Turn the lights off and make sure the doors are locked!” You yelled, startling the younger but taller boy.

“Yes, ma’am,” He responded. It was a bit harsh to do, knowing that he saw you in a crying, broken down state, trying his best to comfort you. He didn’t know what was happening but patted your back and told you it was okay.

But it wasn’t okay.

You were grateful for him not asking any questions and asked him to not tell anyone what he saw, to which he stayed true to his president.

Unlike someone.

You continued your council meeting afterward with puffy eyes and a fake ass smile which concerned your members but didn’t bother to ask. They didn’t want to trigger you.

You sped through the hallways, trying to get away as fast as possible. Being in those meetings was an absolute pain, and it hurt when you saw him there. He stared at you intently with longing and pleading in his big brown eyes. You felt them lingering on you every time, but you shared no glances. You went about your business with your stoic facade.

Because, in reality, your heart was heavy for him, and you wanted to be with him. Seeing how Taehyung kissed Bini showed your true feelings. You didn’t just have a crush on Taehyung. You absolutely fell in love with him. You love him.

But he did that to you. He told you he never kisses, which were usually his hookups, and you understood. You thought you were like them, yet your heart still knew there was no chance of him thinking differently of you. But it didn’t hurt as much as now. He kissed you, kissed all the time that day, and never wanted to stop. You gave yourself a sense of hope that maybe you were someone special.

Yet he kissed another, his ex, in front of you.

Maybe that whole “no kissing” rule was a complete fraud. A scheme for people to continue these sexcapades with him, then he kisses you into thinking you were someone of importance to him, that you were the only one for him.

He did so much for you, bringing you out, helping you clean, giving you pet names, comforting you, buying food for you, all while showering you with so many compliments and stolen touches that made you feel so loved. He acted like he cared. He made you fall harder for him. He made you love him.

Oh, no. The tears were welling up again. Come on, ___. Just leave the school, so you can go home and cry peacefully.

“Princess!” He called out again from the other end of the hall, but it only made you run like a track star. He followed suit, but you were far, away from his reach and failing once again. It became a routine over the past days.

No surprises here when you’ve been ignoring Taehyung. You’ve done it before, and that led to things. But this time, you were brutal. You don’t answer his calls or texts and even his voicemails. Yet you were weak enough to allow yourself to hear them because you wanted to listen to his voice when you cried for him. You were so cold to him; you didn’t even bother snapping back when he made comments to get a reaction from you. But that was only once because Taehyung was nothing but sweet, gentle, and desperate to talk to you. You simply continued and focused anywhere else but him.

You missed him so much, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea. You were an idiot falling into his tricks. You knew he was a fuck boy, but you turned a blind eye. It was all an act.

You were in the comfort of your living room. You changed into your long pajamas and bundled into your fleece blanket. You played your broken hearts club playlist, sobbing to Hate Everything by G Soul.

How fucking fitting.

While in your sorrowful condition, you’re impressed with yourself for hearing the knocking at your door when sad music played loudly. You got up slowly, fearing who it could be. You couldn’t even peep through because your front door didn’t have that, so anyone was a surprise.

Though you refused to talk to him, if he was at your door, you were terrified of how fragile you’d be because you might forgive him right there. You didn’t want that, but seeing his face would make your heart hurt and skip a beat simultaneously.

The knocking was more profound, forcing you to move faster. You breathed in to prepare, then you opened your door. Being disappointed but very grateful that it wasn’t Taehyung, you were met with three pairs of eyes.

Your stomach dropped, cursing yourself that it was time they confronted either you or him about this weird thing between us. You haven’t spoken to them about the incident. They knew what happened with Taehyung and Bini, but your response and how he’s been made them think that something else was going on that they weren’t informed with.

They wanted to give you time to open up, but the tension was so strong, dammit. They couldn’t take it anymore. First, Jimin tried to talk with Taehyung, but he avoided him badly. The only communication was through Seokjin. Seokjin reported to Jimin that Taehyung was ashamed and couldn’t face his best friend just yet, knowing what he did to his cousin. It only left Jimin confused about whatever the fuck happened between you two.

Jimin was looking for answers; moreover, Hoseok and Yoongi were concerned for you. They knew you liked Taehyung, but you seemed greatly affected than assumed. They thought you were letting go of him. You’ve been giving him the cold shoulder while he chases you like some lovesick puppy.

They brought you some pho, knowing that you were self-deprecating. You all sat around your table while they watched you eat. They observed how skinny you’ve gotten, not caring for yourself, and stressing out with everything. It only intensified with a broken heart and loving the dreamy quarterback.

“We gave you time, and now we want to know what is going on between you and Taehyung.” Jimin was the first to speak.

“Nothing.” You lied.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing, especially seeing you cry listening to your broken hearts club playlist!” Hoseok commented as he leaned back into the chair. “___, please make it easier for us. What’s going on?”

“Jimin, look—”

“Did something happen after you fucked him?” Yoongi blurted out, sipping on his soft drink.

You just lost your appetite and wanted to crawl in a hole. “Yoongi!” You pushed your food away and crossed your arms. It was like Hoseok knew Yoongi was about to pull that shit because the Vice President tightened his lips and nodded.

As for Jimin, he didn’t know anything, so he was left dumbfounded. “Excuse me, what? When did this happen?” He exclaimed, focusing his attention on you, trying to get your eyes on him. With your avoidance and fiddling of your fingers, he clearly knew that what Yoongi said was true, but he needed to hear it from you.

“I—“

“____, don’t lie to me.” Jimin interrupted, knowing you were going to try something. “I won’t get mad. In fact, I’m not mad at you, I swear. I just want to know because the two people I love and care about are hurting, and I don’t know why.” Your eyes averted to him. He was nothing but genuine in his statement. He reached for your hand into his and rubbed your skin for comfort. “I love you. Please tell us.”

You wanted to cry again at their gentleness for you. Tears were on the brink of falling, but Hoseok managed to wipe them away with his thumb. Yoongi stood up and gave you a hug, whispering, “It’s okay.”

That’s when you broke walls down and let everything out. They only wanted you to feel better, and it only hurt more when you told them everything, from what first happened in the council room to losing your virginity to your secret affair with the one and only Kim Taehyung. You told them how he kissed you when he was here last week. He fed you all this hope and ultimately crushed your spirit when he kissed Bini.

Eventually, your crying died down, with only sniffles here and there. When you finished your narrative, the room was silent as the others processed all that you said. Unfortunately, your best friends knew something like this was bound to happen after you first slept with him. They understood why you did what you did and why you’re acting like this. For that, they didn’t like Taehyung and wanted him to feel your pain.

However, this was all new for Jimin. He didn’t know you liked Taehyung this whole damn time. You could have been together sooner, but you were idiots and made everything harder than needed. He didn’t say that, though. He stayed quiet as he processed his emotions. But before that, he needed to tell you another bitter truth.

“Can I be honest and say he also kissed Bini at the party?” Jimin sighed when he saw your eyes grow dimmer. “Seokjin and Yeonjun told me. But they said he was drunk.”

“Wow, and then he came to me to relieve himself?” You assumed the worst. You didn’t want to believe it, but the thoughts were eating you alive. “So he broke his rule for her. Drunk or sober. I knew this was going to happen. I’m stupid!”

“You’re not stupid, ___. You did what you could. It just so happened to end up this way.” Yoongi comforted. “Anyone can go through lengths when you’re in love.”

“Wait, not a crush, but you love him?” Jimin asked. You nodded weakly. Suddenly, you noticed a rare sight of Jimin being angry. He hated seeing you like this, crushed and crying, especially at the hands of his best friend. “I’m going to fuc—”

“Don’t, Jimin.” You shook your head. Though he broke your heart, you still defended him. You were in on this, too, even if you felt like shit. “That’s why I didn’t tell you or anyone at all. I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I didn’t want what I did with him to affect your friendship.”

“B-but, you’re my cousin first, and I will choose you over him.” Jimin countered, standing up and pacing around your apartment. “Look at you! You still got hurt by him. This isn’t right!”

“Anything about this isn’t right.” You responded, following his movement. “You shouldn’t be angry with Taehyung. This was my decision too. I hate him, but he isn’t at fault.”

“Can’t believe you’re protecting him.” Hoseok smiled sadly. “You really do love him.”

You nodded, agreeing with him. You do love Taehyung for months. It won’t go away within days.

“I guess that “no kissing” rule is complete bullshit then. Maybe he told people that rule, so when he does break it, it makes them feel special.” You muttered, slowly accepting the statement.

Jimin shook his head, denying your assumptions. “No, I can tell you that Taehyung is serious about that rule. It’s so important. He didn’t tell me why, but he swore on his grandparents’ grave.”

“How is that even possible? He did it to me and Bini.”

“True, but Bini was his first love and girlfriend. She meant something to him, at least in the past. I’m not sure now?” Your cousin pointed out. “I’m assuming that you clearly mean something to him if he kissed you. ___, just look at what he’s been doing. He’s been trying to get your attention.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to be part of some fucking love triangle. I refuse any type of sick harem he may want. After this championship, I won’t need to deal with him anymore.” You boiled with rage, releasing more feelings to keep you from weeping.

“You say that, but you became fuck buddies.” Yoongi mentioned the obvious. You glared at him because he was right, and you didn’t like it.

“I know you said you didn’t want this to get in between my friendship with him, but he’s been avoiding me! He made Seokjin tell me that he’s ashamed to talk to me.” Jimin stated. “He’ll eventually come my way, but I suggest you should talk to him about how you feel instead of ignoring him like a fucking virus.”

“What’s the point? Even if he knows how I feel, it won’t change anything. I’m sure he won’t like me back.”

Jimin heaved at both of your stupidity. You were meant to be with his idiotic friend. “I can’t say anything, but you should. Why else is he desperate for your attention?”

“To annoy me and save face that I won’t tell anyone that he’s a conniving man whore.”

“Do you really think lowly of him?” Jimin snapped at how harsh you were being. He switched sides. He was supporting Taehyung now.

“No…” You mumbled, feeling guilty at your meaningless words. “I-I’m not ready to face him. I’m scared.”

“But you love him. What are you scared for?” Hoseok asked.

“Rejection? I’m already in pain. Seeing him with Bini was enough. I don’t want him to say he doesn’t like me.” You explained. “I’m also frustrated that I still want him.” You palmed your face, trying to relieve the ache by kneading it. “His words replay in my head, you know? Saying that I was his and only he could touch m—“

“Okay, for once, let’s not get into details.“ Yoongi stopped you from finishing your sentence. He was shocked to see you ready to talk about things like this. Maybe being with Taehyung for some time making you more comfortable, which was a good thing in his eyes. “But you’ll be okay. Taehyung’s just one guy.”

“What if I’m stubborn and say no? I want him.” You challenged, but your expression grew stiff at a thought. “But for some reason, I want him to feel a similar pain that I’m feeling.”

“Damn, are you a sadist now?” Hoseok was astonished at what his innocent little friend was saying. “The fuck did Taehyung do to you?”

“Enough for me to see stars.” You said before their expressions went sour. “But importantly, enough for me to have revenge.”

“You want revenge?” Jimin smiled cunningly at the idea. He suddenly went back to supporting you. “I may be his best friend, but he’s been ignoring me, and I did nothing. How dare he? I’m in.”

“Damn, you switch lanes quick.” Hoseok scoffed incredulously at your cousin, then turned to you. “Evil, but I like it, small one.”

“Do you even have any plan in mind?” Yoongi questioned. “How would you get revenge? Revenge won’t happen unless he’s been crushed and affected by you.”

“I’m not too sure, actually.” You revealed. Your brain was not in the right place to come up with schemes. You just wanted him to feel pain. “Well, there was one thing.”

“What was it?” Jimin pried.

“Taehyung gets jealous.” You grinned, recapping back that night. God, he was so roug—now wasn’t the time. “I was wearing my usual pajamas, and I told him Yoongi was supposed to be here. He didn’t like it.”

Yoongi smirked and ticked his head to the side, “I think I know what we’re going with this.”

The pre-party was happening, and the crowd was larger and compact. The bass of the music rippled through the house, the stench of alcohol and sweat reeked the air, while the chattering of people resonated everywhere. The joy, laughter, and immense pleasure surrounded a yet depressing Taehyung.

He wasn’t participating in the party. He was on the side near the wall. He was here for the sake of his team and the tradition of the pre-party before a big game. If it weren’t, he would stay home and self-loathe while texting you even if you don’t respond.

He missed you so much and wished that he would explain himself. If he did, it would be difficult for him to reason. Yes, he was drunk when he kissed Bini, but at the lockers, he didn’t know why he let her in like that. She gave him many doubts about you and your feelings at that moment. He started worrying if you’d even accept him. Was it worth fighting?

He got so insecure with confidence that he believed Bini, which was the biggest mistake. Right when she leaned into his lips, he had his eyes closed, thinking of you again. It didn’t feel like it, but if he couldn’t have you, at least he could pretend to.

But when he opened his eyes and saw your distraught, he regretted it. Your face was on the brink of breaking down, but he knew you. You weren’t going to let it happen until you were alone.

After the incident, he confronted Bini about warping his thoughts and beliefs. He got so upset, the most Bini saw him that it scared her. He told her off and wanted to never see or talk to her again. At the end of his yelling, he didn’t realize he was crying. He cried for you and was disappointed in himself—only noticing how Bini manipulated him. He proclaimed his hatred on her, leading Bini to surrender and leaving him alone once and for all. They haven’t spoken ever since and never wanted to.

His mood improved, as you can say, but it would have gotten better if you let him speak to you. Taehyung accepted the fact that he fucked up. It was so bad that you treated him like the wind, never acknowledging his presence, but he knew you saw him during the meetings.

Other than the meetings and practices, Taehyung was practically a loner, for the time being, trying to get himself together while mending his heart, but that wasn’t working.

He assumed that your friends still didn’t know as he observed their perplexed faces and that they were nice to him. But Jimin—

He was afraid of Jimin. He had no idea if you told your cousin since he had been avoiding him. But he was a coward, knowing he disappointed his best friend and probably ruined their friendship. After going behind his back, he didn’t deserve Jimin’s love and support.

“Finally spotted you.” Taehyung turned his head away from the beer he was staring at uninterestingly, meeting his slit-eyed friend. He clenched his jaw in fear, being trapped and couldn’t just run away. “Are you good?”

Taehyung paused and gulped before nodding, “I guess you can say that.”

“That’s good, considering you’ve been avoiding me.” Jimin provoked, sipping on his drink.

Ouch, that was a blow towards Taehyung.

“I-I’m sor—”

“Man, you’re fine. I’m not mad.” Jimin consoled. “But I do know what happened between you and my cousin.”

Fuck, Taehyung’s hands started sweating, feeling agitated. He knew he would have found out but didn’t think it was this soon. He needed to come up with an apology fast.

“Bro, you look like you’re about to vomit. It’s okay.” Jimin rubbed his friend’s back for comfort. “I’m still your best friend.”

“How?”

“I care for her, but I care for you too. You never gave me a reason not to.” The shorter shrugged and smiled. “Even this. I’m on no one’s side.”

“Jimin, you’re too kind-hearted for your own good.” Taehyung sighed as he leaned into the wall.

“Not really.”

“What?”

“No, I didn’t say anything,” Jimin mumbled, acting confused.

Taehyung hummed. Feeling that their friendship was still okay, he wanted to ask some questions. “So, what did she tell you?”

“Well, other than you’ve been sleeping together,” He emphasized, making Taehyung blush shyly. “She wanted me to understand that what you both had shouldn’t affect our friendship. This is between you and her. I had to accept it before coming to you.”

“Was it hard for you…accepting it?”

“No,” His friend snorted. “I fucking missed you, bro. You know how hard it was not texting you? It was so hard.” He began fake crying and hitting him playfully. “I know you needed space, but I wanted my best friend.”

For the first time in the past days, a smile crept up on Taehyung. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just felt disappointed in myself, and I thought it was pointless even facing you after what I did to her.”

“I swear you both are the same idiot into two entities,” Jimin said under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

“No? Probably you’re hearing people around.”

“Anyway, I confronted Bini and didn’t realize she manipulated my thoughts to get her way,” Taehyung revealed. “Didn’t know she’s been actually doing that the entire time when we were in a relationship and was blaming myself for everything.”

Jimin frowned. He knew that his best friend was one of the most compassionate and tender-hearted people, but he was also susceptible and wanted to be accepted. Now Jimin was upset with himself for not knowing Bini was like that too.

“I’m sorry, Tae. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, well. Either way, ___ isn’t talking to me.” He sighed, missing you.

“She’ll come around. I promise you.”

“Have you met her?” Taehyung scoffed rhetorically.

“Point taken.” Jimin agreed, aware of how you function in society.

Taehyung wondered what you were doing, how you were feeling if you were doing okay. You weren’t but wanted you to tell his face. All he thought was you, day and night. You even disrupted him in his practice, which wasn’t a good sign, but he didn’t bother. He didn’t want to be with anyone else. He wanted you.

“Holy fuck, who’s that?”

“I don’t know. Never saw her before.”

“I want her to ruin me.”

The murmurs of people flooded the room as they eyed a direction. Puzzled, Taehyung followed their attention yet still did not understand the commotion. “Uhh, is something happening?”

“Let’s get a closer look.” Jimin grinned, and Taehyung knew something was up. He squinted at him before following his friend to the front. The comments increased, and the stares were more prominent as they were going to some girl arriving. But once Taehyung had a closer look, he wanted to die right then and there.

He never saw you at parties. You always refused. But this…this was…okay, first of all, you were here. Second of all, you were nothing like yourself, and lastly, he hated how he was practically getting a boner because this wasn’t you. But he was a man and loved every bit of it.

You walked into the house, scanning the premises. You didn’t have your glasses, using those daily contacts you had just in case. Your hair was down compared to your usual updos. You decided to straighten your natural waves for some kind of change.

What you were wearing? Oh, bud. Let me tell you. You didn’t know why you had it, but Hoseok found a silver glittery-sequined mini dress with a halter neckline. The skirt line ended at the higher tops of your thigh. Your back was out and exposed, but illuminating silver straps hung similar to lights on a Christmas tree. It was a bit scandalous for you, but luckily your hair was long enough to cover the back. You wore black block heels and topped everything off with simple makeup that glowed underneath the dimmed lights of the party.

You weren’t one to show yourself like this, not really your style, but you were comfortable in your skin, so you knew how hot you were when you chose to.

As you walked it, you spotted some of the Football team. They scrutinized your appearance until one of their eyes dilated in shock.

“President?” Namjoon’s jaw dropped, and the others looked at him in bewilderment.

“Hi, Joonie.” You smiled, and their hearts fluttered. Holy shit, it really was you. How come you looked like that?

“Oh my God, she said my name!” The tall man squealed, shaking his fists.

Now that you were revealed, you can hear everyone talking about the Goody-Two-Shoes president coming to a party and being the one true main character. You chuckled lightly at their comments since it was a temporary fix. By the time school comes back on Monday, you resorted to your normal self.

Besides, you were your best friends, a happy Hoseok and a not-so-happy Yoongi. While both had different opinions on partying, they were mainly here to support you and care for you when the plan backfired. They also wanted to see the look on Taehyung’s face once he saw you, which they did, but you have yet to.

Taehyung looked absolutely demolished at the sight of you. He knew you were always beautiful, perfect even. But this was new to him, and he wanted to see it first-class with a backstage meet and greet. You were fucking hot, and it showed.

But he didn’t like how others, particularly other men, stared at you. Their eyes were hungry and lustful, wanting to claim or get with you in any shape or form.

He didn’t want that to happen. You weren’t theirs, but you weren’t his either, which stabbed his heart.

“Did you know about this?” Taehyung raised the possibility.

“Maybe…” Jimin snickered. “It wasn’t my plan, though.”

“You do realize I’m hurt.”

“Hey, she’s hurt too! She can’t think properly.” The shorter one defended himself, to which Taehyung cursed.

People were greeting the trio; others unapologetically checking you out. You all reached the kitchen, grabbing a few drinks. You turned toward your friends with a frown and spoke, “Yoongi, this is a stupid idea.”

“But do you see Taehyung’s expression?” Yoongi gulped down some whiskey. You shook your head, not recalling spotting him. “He looked like he wanted to show everyone who you belonged to.“

“Really? He looked hopelessly in love.”

You blushed at their words, “I don’t know if any of that is true, guys.”

“___, the point of this was to get him jealous or react enough to do or say something.” Hoseok reminded you. You eyed your best friend, seeing him getting red from a sip of beer. “He looks like he’s longing. Maybe you talk to him today.”

“I don’t know if I want that.”

“Look, you’re here, and you went through with this plan. Deep down inside you, you want to see him. You want to talk to him. Accept it.” Yoongi reasoned back.

“You know I hate when you’re right.”

“Yes, but you love me.” Your shorter friend opened his arms, embracing in the gratification. Hoseok laughed, and you joined in on it too.

“Now, to get him jealous, you should dance with that wild Kookie over there.” Hoseok pointed with his beer.

Your heads turned, taking a glimpse at the famous running back. Anyone could tell how drunk and loose Jungkook was. The man liked to have fun and had no care in the world, not even consequences, because it was never his fault.

You nodded before handing your drink to Yoongi. He finished it in one gulp as they watched you strut seductively to the running back. Everyone watched you, trailing towards him. Taehyung glared intently, seeing the questionable smile on you.

You were in Jungkook’s peripheral vision, and he noticed you immediately as he showed his award-winning smile. He motioned you to come hither and obliged. Your arms rested on each side of his shoulder, and he respectfully held your waist.

“Hey, Prez. Didn’t think you liked parties. You look good, by the way.” He greeted.

“Thanks, Jungkook. Just wanted to have some fun. It’s been a while.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right person.” He chuckled darkly, pulling you in. “You seemed down. I could tell in the meetings.”

“Just stress.”

He crooned, “That and maybe a certain someone?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Wh—”

“Both of you are obvious.” He chortled, and you bit your lip, taking in the embarrassment. “It’s fine, but I think I can help.”

You didn’t say anything else, but he twirled you around until his chest pushed into your back. You felt his lips hovering over your ears, “Let’s see what he’ll do when he sees you like this. Trust me.”

You gasped softly before nodding. You felt his forehead rest at the crook of your neck as he then swayed both of your hips to the beat. You had no idea what you were doing. The alcohol hit wasn’t even there, so you were conscious through this.

Jungkook clowned your hardened body, then turned you back to face him. “You’re so awkward and shy; it’s actually pretty cute.” Though you didn’t really interact with him before, he was nice to be around. A little crazy for your liking, but nevertheless, entertaining.

You let out a laugh, feeling your cheeks heating up, “Not used to it.”

“I can tell.” He smiled. “I see why Taehyung is fond of you.”

Your laughter died down once he brought him up. You tilted your head in wonder. “Wha—”

“Excuse me.” That cavernous voice interrupted our conversation. You couldn’t help but look up, finally meeting his eyes after so long. It had been a while since you acknowledged him, and once you did, you couldn’t stop. You wanted to indulge his whole being, his body, mind, and spirit.

That was Jungkook’s cue to release you. He blew a kiss to you before parting and going to the section to dance in. But his departure wasn’t as missed as you held your gaze at the Football captain. He looked upset, tired, yet yearned to be closer. You noticed him fiddling his fingers, suspecting what he wanted. Without speaking, you granted him the consent and nodded. He reached your hand, tugging you to follow as he walked elsewhere from the dance floor.

You didn’t know whose house you were in, and you clearly didn’t know what lay here, but here you were—upstairs in a room with the guy you loved.

He motioned you to sit on the bed while he stayed standing. You haven’t been alone with him since that day. Even after all that you’ve done, you couldn’t help but be shy around him. You were a bit scared that you weren’t going to control yourself if you kept staring. You only stared at your thighs.

“What were you doing?” He began.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t give me that.” He scoffed, spewing some of his anger at you. “Why are you here at a party? You never come, and now you’re here, dressed like this, and dancing with Jungkook.”

You rolled your eyes, raising your head, fixing your eyes forward and at the wall. “Why do you even care? I’m trying to have fun.”

“I know this isn’t your kind of fun.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes, I do! I know so much!” He was baffled and your stubbornness. If things were good with each other, he would have bent you over and punished you. “I know you, ___. Please understand that at least.”

“Whatever…” Damn, he was trying so hard to control himself.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“You don’t have the right to call me that…” You spoke softly.

“___, please look at me.” He begged. His tone ached your heart. You finally agreed, shifting your attention, and saw how close he was to you. He was on his knees. Hesitant with a full heart, he extended his hand over to you and tried to intertwine your fingers together. You pulled away, restraining yourself. He sighed, “Why are you here? Please be honest.”

“Trying to make you jealous.” Okay, he didn’t know you were gonna be that honest. But his heart pulsated at the thought of you doing something to him.

“Wha—why?”

“To make you feel how I felt when I saw you with Bini.” You argued back cruelly.

“___, I’m so sorry.” He frowned at his past behavior. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

“Why’d you kiss her?” You wondered out loud the biggest question of all this. “You said no kissing, yet you kissed me. But you kissed Bini…in the lockers and at that party.”

His pupils bulged; he didn’t know you knew about the party, but given Jimin found out, it needed to be said. “I-I’m sorry. She manipulated me in the lockers. She pushed herself on me. I was scared and worried about…” He couldn’t finish the sentence of fear. “I was drunk at the party…”

“I know, but it still happened. You hurt me, Taehyung.” You couldn’t stop the tears falling down. He hated seeing you like this, and it was his fault.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He, too, was about to cry with his lips trembling with agony.

“Why did you kiss her?” You asked again, frustrated that he never answered you. “No kisses rule, right?”

He didn’t know how to phrase it, but it might make things better if he just said it. “I was thinking of you.”

Your irises enlarged, “What?”

“First, Bini always made the first move. When I kissed her, I only thought of you. I wanted to kiss you. I was just scared until I did it with her. I didn’t like it. I wanted you.” He sniffled as he looked into your eyes.

“Why were you scared?” You were still puzzled at his explanation.

“I…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s hard for me to process. But I don’t like Bini anymore.” He reasoned to the best of his ability. “I swear on my life that I go by that rule. Those times were a mistake, but kissing you was never a mistake.””

“How am I supposed to feel and do about that?”

“Please, I regret kissing her. I miss you so much. I want you, I-I need you! I—”

“Taehyung, stop. I can’t.” You shook your head, still feeling disappointed. You thought that he was still hiding something from you. Even if he apologized, you still don’t think that you’d finally be together after all this. It wasn’t going to work. “Maybe we should stop this, end off already. It’s better for us. We both knew it wasn’t gonna work.” You said right after you got up from the bed. You tried leaving the room, but he gripped your arm. He stood up from his knees.

“___, no, I can’t…I don’t want to. Please, I’ll do anything.” He shook his head like a child, afraid that you’ll leave. He didn’t want to give up on you.

“Don’t say that.” You tugged back your arm, but he was stronger than you. In fact, he jerked you over before kissing your lips. His lips moved, attempting to kiss him back. You tensed up but loosened as you remembered the solace state you used to be in his arms. He made you weak in the knees. You couldn’t resist the love you had for him.

He parted away but barely as you still felt him lingering on you. He gave another peck before revealing, “Please, please. I want you so badly. I-I-I love you. I’ve been loving you.”

He said he loved you.

But why did it still pain you when he said it? You were supposed to feel jubilance when he said those three words you’ve been dying to hear.

“I can’t love you. It hurts too much.” You cried, gently pushing him away. This time he doesn’t bother holding you. “If you loved me, you shouldn’t have hurt me, led me on for so long.”

“Baby, p—”

“Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” You demanded. “There’s no hope.” You turned your back to him and left the room. You closed the door, resting your forehead on the wood. There you hear him sobbing his love out, his self crumbling down as time goes on.

Yet he wasn’t the only one. You let out the dam in you and ran away. You needed to find your friends and get out.

Taehyung never followed you in the end.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung #kim taehyung x reader

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tulipselfships · 2 months

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Chiaki, Sonia, Sucy, and Nazuna with male reader who is like Dark Link 🗡️

Chiaki Nanami, Sonia Nevermind, Sucy Manbavaran, Nazuna Hiwatashi X Male!Reader who is like Dark Link from The Legend Of Zelda

CW: N/A

(OOC: Thanks for the request! There was no descriptor for Dark Link's personality on the wiki, so I had to make it up myself. Basically like an emo version of regular Link.)

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Chiaki Nanami

She'll mostly just be staring at you in awe. You look like you're made of magic, but you look so real too.

It's unlike anything she's seen before, even in one of her games.

But that makes her love you even more. You're an uncommon breed.

You're not that talkative, which she doesn't mind. You're so silent, that she barely notices when you move.

Attempting to play video games with her goes… interestingly. You're still learning.

Chiaki doesn't care that you don't have much of an identity. She has someone of her own, and that's what matters to her.

Sonia Nevermind

Sonia studies you like she studies anything she finds interesting.

And boy, does she find you interesting.

She constantly asks questions about what you are, exactly.

You don't answer. But, you admire her curiosity.

She warms up to you. She's interested, but she's not repulsed in any way by you.

She finds looking at you mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing.

She constantly says that you'd be a great Prince. And maybe you would.

I mean, you have skills, and the strength to help her out.

She talks about her kingdom with you, knowing you'd be into that kind of stuff.

Later in your relationship, she even sometimes takes you there.

Sucy Manbavaran

Sucy has… seen more, in her life.

The Forest Of Arcturus has some fucked up creatures, man.

Speaking of, that's where you and Sucy like to stroll sometimes.

Either there, or in the city.

She gets you to come as well when Akko takes her places, so she's not bored.

Your silent nature allows her to use you like an information sponge, going on about different kinds of mushrooms and various types of flora.

She tries some potions on you, but they don't seem to have any effect. That's odd.

But, hey, that means you're in less danger, and she's happy. She lets you witness a few of her experiments too.

Nazuna Hiwatashi

You two don't share a lot in common, but that's the thing, right? Opposites attract?

She likes to attempt to imitate your stoic personality, but then break down trying to hold a straight face.

She's so playful, and you aren't the same.

Listening to her sing has given you a spot for that type of Japanese Pop. You even start willingly listening to it in your free time.

She'll always take you on small dates in between shows, because it makes her happy, and she wants you to be entertained as well.

She even brings Michiru in as a 3rd wheel. Shirou wasn't interested in the position.

And riding on her back as she flies is your primary mode of transportation. It's nice feeling the wind in your hair as you ride.

You two are the pinnacle of opposites attract. And you couldn't be happier.

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Youth ; Chapter 6

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

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The cold night is tense and still as the boys stare each other down, both with clenched jaws and challenging looks in their eyes. What was once red cheeks adorning my face slowly fades away in the oppressing silence, the air thick and heavy. The hand I have on the teen in front of me tightly clenches on the material covering his arm, my other hand shooting up to hastily wipe the still fresh tear tracks on my face.

“Fuck off, McCormick.” The deep voice permeates the vacant park, defiant as his hands drop from their gentle caress on my cheeks.

The blonde scoffs, finally making his way over to the two of us. His fast footsteps hit asphalt in anger as he seethes. “Fuck you, Tucker. Why the fuck is Y/N crying? What’d you do?”

Once close enough, Kenny shoves the stoic teen away from me and directs his attention solely on me. In contrast to his current frustration, his large hands come up to softly wipe my tears away.

“Talk to me, babe. What’s wrong?” He gently asks me, eyes scanning my appearance for any injury. Once satisfied at no sight of any visible wounds, his azure eyes go back to focusing on my own.

“She’s fine.” Craig speaks through clenched teeth, arms crossed.

Kenny’s face whips to his direction and furiously grabs his shirt. “I wasn’t talking to you. But since you want to butt in so fucking bad, what the fuck did you do? Huh? Why the fuck is she crying?!”

“I didn’t do shit!” The taller teen’s hand shoots up to grab onto the one at the collar of his shirt. When I spot the blonde’s unoccupied hand clenching further, ready to strike, I urgently hope off my perch on the swingset to stop the ensuing fight before it turns physical.

Grabbing onto Kenny’s arm, I gently tug him away. “Stop! Ken, stop! Please! He didn’t do anything!”

The blonde keeps his gaze on the other for a moment longer before furrowing his brows and looking at me. Frustration is apparent on his face as he softly pleads. “Tell me then, Princess. Why’re you crying?”

I hesitate, not wanting to get the other more infuriated. I know how overprotective the boys are over me and I doubt being close friends would be an exception to the rule.

“I confessed. I told her that I love her.” Craig speaks up for me when nothing comes out of my mouth, an indignant look on his face.

I’m finally able to pull the fuming blonde away when his grip momentarily slackens in shock. The boy in my possession looks lost on what to do, on who to look at.

“Woah, what’s going on?” I jolt, turning my head to look for the owner of the new voice joining. It’s my brother and Kyle, the latter rapidly looking between the two boys in front of me. His face is thoughtful, getting a sense of the mood and calculating.

“You guys were taking too long even after we sent Kenny to check up on you…” My brother picks up where the curly haired teen left off, eyebrows furrowing at the tense atmosphere. When he sees the dried tears marring my face, he takes his hands out of his jacket’s pockets and stalks over to us.

“What the hell happened?!” He barks out, breaking the hold I have on Kenny and using his sleeves to get rid of the remaining salty residue on my face.

No one responds and when Kyle realizes that none of us will speak up, he lets out a tired sigh. “Let’s just head back home. It’s dangerous being out at night this late and Cartman’s been bitching about his snacks.”

Everyone save for Kyle and I are glaring at one another and my brother huffs. He’s the first one to break eye contact and move, protectively wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading the rest of us back home.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Whenever any of the guys fight, all of us are quick to get involved in the problem. Whether it be trying to help mend the situation or picking a side to instigate a fight, we’re always there. To my surprise, however, no one seems to want to intervene in the apparent strain between Kenny and Craig. And when I ask any of the guys about it, they dismiss my concerns. Even though I was part of the problem that night, it seems like I’m out of the loop and none of the guys will clue me in.

“Tweeeek!” I drag out for as long as I can, my hands joined together underneath my chin with an exaggerated pout on my face.

“Ngh! I don’t know, N/N! You're going to have to ask someone else.” The coffee lover gives me an apologetic smile, softly patting the top of my head in condolence.

My pout turns into an angry one as I childishly cross my arms and turn my head away from the blonde. “Hmph!”

I look for my next unwilling victim and when I spot Butters on the couch, I stomp my way over to him and dramatically drape my whole body over his lap. “Butteeers!”

The blonde merrily chuckles at my theatrical display as he gently tucks stray strands of hair behind my ear. “Aw, gee, little buddy. I’d tell you if I could but I’m just as clueless as you are!”

My body deflates until I look like a melted puddle because I honestly believe that he’s as unaware as I am, unfortunately for him.

“God, quit your fucking whining! I can’t hear the TV over your crybaby bitch tears!” Cartman exclaims next to Butters, roughly pushing the legs I have on his lap off. The force has me rolling off the blonde and brunette until I find myself on the floor in front of them. I dramatically lay on my back with my arms spread out and close my eyes in defeat.

A few minutes later, I sense someone laying down next to me and I turn onto my side to face them. Opening my eyes, I spot my brother scrolling through his phone and I start to grin. I scooch myself closer to him to plant my head on his shoulder and fiddle with the black earrings on his earlobes. He lazily casts a glance at me and when he sees my hopeful look, he answers with a dismissive and final, “No.”

Well fuck me, then. Sheesh.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Chatter and the squeaking of shoes fills the classroom after the teacher dismisses the students within it for the next period. I take my time placing my notebook and pencil bag into the bag on my lap until I hear a cheerful voice calling out to me.

“Princess!”

I look up to the front of the class and see Kenny peeking his handsome face past the door frame, cutely waving at me. I beam at the blonde picking me up for our next class together as I sling my arms through the straps of my backpack, hefting it comfortably onto my back. I wave goodbye to Heidi who’s still at her desk and she smiles back at me as Kenny takes hold of one of my hands.

We stop by my locker, the blonde with his arms wrapped around my waist and a chin on my shoulder as he watches me switch out my textbooks. I hand it to him without looking as I continue to organize my stuff, and he puts it into my backpack without me asking. When I close the metal door, he grabs my hand again to intertwine our fingers together as we resume our walk.

When we near our next class, however, the teen walks past it and I shoot him a questioning look. Perhaps he needs to use the bathroom or he forgot something at his locker, I think to myself. I’m proven wrong as the blonde shoots me a playful smirk, leading me outside of the school.

“Ken?” I question but the teen doesn’t reply. When we make it past one of the exits, we pick up the pace until we’re at a safe distance from the school that’d ensure we won’t be caught skipping.

“Come on, beautiful. We deserve a break, hm? Let’s be a couple of baddies and skip the rest of the day.” He winks at me and I giggle, playfully slapping his arm with my unoccupied hand.

He chuckles with me, stopping momentarily to pick a flower. I patiently watch him with a grin on my face, “Okay! Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.” He mischievously says, tucking the freshly picked flower into my hair, behind my ear.

We end up at Willy’s Chilly Ice Cream Parlor and the blonde insists on treating me out, despite us being unable to get a discount as Butters is still at school. Due to this, I’m hesitant. But, one look at the blonde reminds me that I’d do anything this boy asks me to do if it meant a smile would be on his face, so I reluctantly agree.

Instead of an ice cream sundae, I end up deciding on a milkshake and I wait at a booth next to the window while Kenny orders. When he settles in front of me, I’m surprised when my drink comes out by itself until the blonde places two straws into the glass like the gentleman he is.

I grin, leaning over the table to take the first sip. As I’m doing this, the teen in front of me places both of his elbows on the table, cupping his cheeks and drinking at the same time as me. I giggle when he playfully flutters his eyelashes rapidly, to which the blonde responds with a large grin.

We talk about whatever comes to mind, ranging from topics of all kinds. My smile never leaves my face as I always treasure the quality time I get to spend with any of the boys. Kenny reaches his arm across the table with his palm facing up, wiggling his fingers until I place my hand onto his. When there’s a lull in our conversation, Kenny softly squeezes our conjoined hands and speaks.

“About the other night…” He begins, piquing my interest as he trails off into silence.

I patiently wait for him to continue, smoothing a thumb over the back of his hand in reassurance. “Did you accept Craig’s confession?”

I blush at the new topic yet I feel uncomfortable, opting to look out the window to my right. The sick feeling I’ve felt between interactions with the two makes its way back home, something I’ve grown accustomed to as the weeks have gone by—guilt.

“... No, I didn’t. You came, remember?” I take my time in replying, my voice low.

The blonde takes a minute to study my expression before pursing his lips and furrowing his brows. “Would you have? If I didn’t interrupt.”

I look back at the teen and I think to myself before asking, “Why?”

“I want to know if you like him back, N/N.” His tone of voice matches mine, hushed.

I don’t answer, because what am I supposed to say? That I didn’t because there’s another person I love? That’d lead to telling Kenny my feelings and the rejection will make things awkward between us, something that frightens me so much.

When time silently stretches between us, the blonde lets out a breath. “Okay, well. Since you haven’t replied to his confession… I have something to say before you do, N/N.”

Our eyes make contact again, a determined yet nervous look on his usually laidback face. He grabs my other hand so that both of ours are intertwined over the tabletop. He smooths his thumbs over the backs of my hands before saying so softly that I might have not heard if there were other patrons in the ice cream parlor.

“I love you, Y/N.”

My eyes widen and my breathing picks up. A red hue slowly makes its appearance over my cheeks and I feel like I’m in a dream with Kenny again. Butterflies begin to awaken in my stomach and my heart threatens to rip itself out of my chest.

He nervously chuckles, “This is kind of hard to say because there are really no words, no eloquent way of saying that I love you so much. I love you with all my heart that I always feel so much peace and joy and comfort just from being in your presence. You don’t have any idea how much you make me happy.”

I softly smile at him and it encourages the blonde as he gently continues. “I am hopelessly and inexpressibly in love with you, Y/N Marsh. I could never thank all of your cute self enough, but I promise that I will do my absolute best to try if you accept me. In every and any way I can, I will try to make up for all that you’ve done for me and make you feel if even just a fraction as to what you’ve made me feel.”

“Because I cannot believe I have been so lucky as to find myself part of a life with you in it. I often don’t feel like I deserve to have such goodness around me when life has always treated me so poorly. Poverty is all I’ve ever known and you’re the shining beacon in my shitty life.” My eyes begin to water at his touching words, as sweet as the boy in front of me. At my reaction, the blonde’s smile grows wider, teeth making its appearance and a blush peeking through his own cheeks.

He laughs happily at being able to finally let out the feelings he has kept close to his heart for years. “We met at a very young age but to this day, I still get moved by you. I can’t tell you the amount of love I have felt for all that you do or say, trivial or in passing. Nor can I tell you the gratitude I have felt for the affectionate and caring words and touches you have so generously given me.”

“My heart has often found itself to be too full when I see not only your patience, but your deep compassion for not only me, but to others as well. Whether it be for Karen or a complete stranger off of the streets, your caring virtue is a sight to behold. Just your general, mere existence in my life makes me so happy beyond words can ever express. I can’t help longing for these precious feelings whenever we’re apart. I always feel in my innermost heart your admirable qualities and can only hope that I’m doing my hardest to reciprocate.” A hand relinquishes its hold with mine to reach up, gently caressing one of my cheeks.

“Even if you don’t choose me, I’d still like to thank you. Thank you for loving me, thank you for letting me adore you. Thank you for being part of my life and for letting me be a part of yours. I adore you with all my heart and I’m always reminded of how blessed I am to have someone like you there for me. And thank you, above all, for bringing happiness into my life. I hope I give joy to you as well.” My vision begins to get blurry and I squeeze the hand still in mine.

“You melt my heart no matter how hard times are that fighting the effects of your kindness always leaves me at a disadvantage. And your sweetness is not limited to your compliments or the things you say—rather you exude it from within, drawing me towards you like a moth to a flame. And baby, I want to burn in the depths of your soul.” He smirks at me while he deeply chuckles, and I wetly giggle through my tears.

“Everything about you screams passion and not the lust-filled, careless kind but almost like an appreciation of me for who I am, just the way I am. I guess what I’m trying to say is that my love for you encompasses the whole entire universe and my fondness for you is as deep as the ocean. My affection for you is counted by all the raindrops on a stormy night and my devotion for you is the galaxy in which we inhabit and beyond. I love you, Y/N.” I can’t hold it in anymore and a sob rips out of my throat in happiness.

At my reaction, the blonde gets up from his spot and sits on the same bench as me. I turn to him as his arm wraps around me, rubbing soothing circles onto my back. A gentle kiss gets placed on the crown of my head, and the blonde mumbles into my hair.

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to give me an answer right away. Just think about it, okay?”

I feel conflicted at the elation I experience when I also miserably think to myself, what am I going to do?

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I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I think about Kenny and Craig’s confessions. I’m in such shock that not just one of them reciprocates my feelings—they both ended up liking me back. No, they both love me. Me. And apparently, for years since what I thought was just playful flirting turned out to be genuine on their part.

I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams if I don’t tell someone so I get out of bed and open my brother’s door. Loud music blasts, seeping out into the hallway from the now open door as a pair of eyes look at me for my intrusion.

“Fucking knock, you asshole!” My brother yells from his position in front of his computer, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Fuck off, dickwad. You wouldn't have been able to hear it over your trash music anyways. Kyle, can I talk to you for a bit?”

The curly haired teen looks up at me from his position studying on the floor, textbooks and papers strewn all around him. His tall form gets up and stretches.

“Sure, N/N. What’s up?”

I don’t speak until we get to my bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind me for extra precaution. The ginger raises an eyebrow when he sees me turn the lock and I sit at the head of my bed in front of him, hugging a pillow to my chest.

“Okay, seriously. What happened?” He asks, referencing the door that I locked.

I just blush in embarrassment, too shy to speak up. The teen waits for me patiently, his short temper never really revealing itself to me in the years I’ve known him.

Feeling overwhelmed, I shove my face into my pillow before I confess, “Kenny and Craig told me they love me. As in, they both love love me.”

When nothing but silence fills the air, I peek at the teen over my pillow. He stares at me until he realizes that I’m expecting a reply and then sighs. “Okay, and?”

“What do you mean ‘and ’? Ky, the two people that I like just confessed to me! Two of your friends!” I say in disbelief at the usually overprotective boy.

“Y/N. I know.”

“... Huh?” He rolls his eyes at my rather extensive vocabulary.

“Well, I didn’t know that they confessed. But all of us know that they both like you.” I continue to stare at him, my mouth agape.

“You do?!” I shove my pillow to the side and scoot myself closer to the teen in front of me.

“Yeah, dude. They've been in love with you for years, N/N. I love you, but you can be pretty clueless at times. Everyone knew.” He scoffs at how oblivious I can be.

I close my mouth and stare at him, an eyebrow raised. “Okay, fine. Everyone but Butters knew. You’re even worse than he is though, N/N.”

I groan and flop my back onto the bed, my head landing on his lap with my eyes closed. He snickers at me as he reaches over to tuck stray strands of hair behind my ear.

“What do I do, Ky?” I softly say.

“You tell them that you like them back, get married, and I’ll watch my nieces or nephews every other weekend.” He jokes, snickering as I playfully swat at his chest.

“Ky!” I whine but the teen above me just fondly smiles down at me.

“What? I thought you liked both of them?” He asks, a smirk still on his face at how ridiculous I’m being over this. I just annoyingly whine back and he rolls his eyes at me again.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh. Communicate. Just be honest with them. You like them both? So then you tell them both. I can’t say what happens next because this is different from most situations. But, they can either be with you at the same time or… they make you pick only one of them.” The once playful mood gets serious and I solemnly stare up at the ceiling.

“I don’t want to pick just one of them though, Ky. They’re both my friends so I’d have to see the one I hurt often. And, I don’t think I can even pick… I love them both so much, Ky.” I softly say that it’s almost a whisper, melancholy painting my voice. I reach a hand up to clench at the material on my chest at the pain that the thought gives me.

A hand makes its way to my head, gently smoothing down my hair in comfort. “... I know. Just talk to them, N/N. You won’t know if you don’t tell them. And if not, do it for me, okay? They’re my friends, too.” He softly murmurs to me, a sad smile on his face. I turn my face into his stomach and wrap one of my arms around his waist.

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I take a deep breath to gather my nerves and hit send, texting both Kenny and Craig separately, asking if they want to come through for a smoke session. When they agree, I let my brother know that I’m going to be out for a bit. He raises an expectant eyebrow at me until I reassure him that he doesn’t need to worry, that I was meeting one of the guys.

I take my time trekking through the snow filled sidewalks, anxiety making my hands clammy despite the cold. I smile when I pass by a couple of kids playing outside, missing the time when the guys and I were like that. I think back on how much simpler life was back then, reminiscing on the different games we would play and the silly situations we’d end up in.

When I make it to Stark’s Pond, I sigh in relief when I see that none of the boys have made it yet. I seat myself onto the empty bench and look out into the body of water, wondering if I’ll be lucky enough to see any fish. Before I can, mitten covered hands cover my eyes and I gently smile.

“Guess who?” The stranger says by my ear, mischief painting their voice as they purposefully make it deeper than it normally is in disguise.

I put a finger to my chin in fake contemplation and jokingly answer, “Cartman?”

I can see again as the person behind me lets go to walk around the bench to sit next to me, laughing. “You’re funny, Princess. Do I sound like I have food blocking my airways?”

I giggle at the smiling blonde and he smiles down at me. He doesn’t get to respond before another voice cuts through the air. “Y/N? And… Kenny? Why the fuck is McCormick here?”

He takes a seat on my other side, sharing a look with the blonde as I duck my head. “Craig! I uh. I needed to talk to you guys about something, sorry.”

“The both of us?” The ravenette asks, a brow raised as he throws both of his arms over the top of the bench we’re sitting on.

“Wait, does this mean we’re not smoking?” The blonde pipes up before the chullo wearing teen shoots him a glare.

“Obviously not, fucktard.”

Kenny raises his hands in front of his chest, pouting. “Chill, Tucker. I was just asking, goddamn.”

The taller teen rolls his eyes and I clear my throat, making both of the boys close their mouths. They look at me as they wait for me to speak up, patient when a few moments go by in silence. I anxiously fiddle with my fingers on my lap before a larger hand places themselves on top of mine, stopping me. I look up at the owner and Craig flashes me a reassuring smile in encouragement.

I take a deep breath and look out at the pond in front of us. It’s getting dark now so the falling snow looks more visible, a sharp contrast to the black sky. “You both confessed to me.” I quietly tell them, Craig’s eyebrows lifting up in surprise.

I can feel the bodies on either side of me tense up before the blonde speaks up, as casually as he can. “Oh… Isn’t it fucked up to pick someone in front of the other..?”

Craig reaches over me to roughly push the teen in the arm, a scowl marring his handsome features. “She’s not that cruel, you asshole.”

I cut Kenny off before he can retort, “Not exactly. The thing is, I love both of you.”

They both open their mouths but I speak up again before either of them. “Romantically,” I emphasize in clarification, shooting a look at the both of them.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. And, I’ve thought about it, I promise I did. I know it’s selfish… But, I don’t think I can pick either of you. I love the both of you too much to do that, I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet, they don’t know what to say so I speak up again. “Remember when you guys found me drunk in the bathroom, crying?”

They both nod at me and at their confirmation, I continue. “I had a breakdown because I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never heard of someone being in love with another person the way I am in South Park. I felt guilty for weeks whenever I’d talk to either one of you.”

I look up at the stars above us and confess, “It was killing me on the inside because for some reason, it felt like I was cheating. I know that sounds stupid but I just care about the both of you too much. So, I don’t think I can choose one of you if it means hurting the other.”

It’s quiet and I don’t know if it’s for minutes or hours. The boys must be processing the information and I’m kind of expecting for them to just get up and walk away. I feel ridiculous and I start to unconsciously curl in on myself.

“I know this isn’t what either of you were expecting. I’m sorry if I disappointed you.” My voice cracks as I apologize again. I feel terrible, emotions of selfishness and guilt make me feel ill and I think I might throw up in front of them.

A hand rests itself on my shoulder and I look at Craig. He tries his hardest to give me a reassuring smile despite how conflicted he must feel right now and quietly says, “You’re not selfish, N/N. Just let us think about this, okay?”

Kenny grabs the back of my head and pushes me against his chest as I nod in answer. The blonde mumbles into my hair, “And stop apologizing, I’m happy you talked things out with us. And I’m happy you’re not just flat out rejecting me. I love you, okay? It’ll all be alright.”

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist. I was honest and I communicated. I did the best I could and now it’s up to the boys in what they do with this information. I have to trust them and respect whatever decision they make.

That night, the boys walk me home in silence.

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Chapter 10: Pick Me Up

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, sad Kayce and sad Stella

* Word count: 3,139ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! This one is a bit of a filler, but some semi-important information is mentioned about our girl Stella.

Stella hopped off one of the newly acquired geldings. She’d been working with him for a good part of the morning. She started with some ground work to see what level he was at, and moved up from there. All of that took time and patience. John had gotten him from Travis, so the gelding had been started and taught manners for the most part. John had chosen the horse that was the greenest though to give Kayce something to work with.

She felt a presence behind her and turned to see who was hovering. It was her brother. ‘I should’ve expected as much.’ She smiled at him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Ryan remained stoic. The silence between the siblings was awkward.

“You wanna yell at me and get it over with?”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, I don't want to yell at you.”

“Then what is it?”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Like I said, I don’t have an answer for you.” She shrugged, struggling to come up with an explanation. “I was just frustrated and over all of it. Rip just opened his mouth at the wrong time.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean go and try to fight him.”

“I know. It was dumb. Lesson has been learned. And I wasn’t even really fighting him.”

Ryan studied his little sister’s movement when she turned back around to readjust her hold on the gelding’s reins. He could tell she was tired mentally. It had been a rough month for everyone. “You doing okay? You’re not bottling anything up, right?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ve had time to do some soul searching since I can’t be here all the time.” She smiled at Ryan and Colby joined them. “Promise.”

“In one day?” Ryan asked.

“Being a cowboy is a lonely life, brub, so yeah.”

“You haven’t even talked to Kayce?”

“No. He’s busy with Monica. He doesn’t need to hear about my troubles or what I’ve gotten myself into.” Stella scratched her head. “He would worry and he’s already doing enough of that.”

“How’s the horse coming?” Colby asked to disrupt the solemn turn the conversation had taken.

“Which one?” She chuckled. “There’s two I’m working.”

“I meant, what did you name him?” Colby shook his head. “Kayce’s horse?”

“Oh,” she laughed, “Tank. He’s good. You boys are just scared to use him.”

“Stella!” Rip bellowed from across the yard interrupting them.

She sighed and turned to face her latest annoyance. “Yes dearest Rip?”

“Quit mingling. Finish up with that horse and go home.”

Stella pulled her bottom lip in with her teeth. She fought with every fiber of her being to keep her mouth shut. “Alright.” She said through her teeth. Looking at Ryan and Colby, she nodded her goodbye and began to walk off. Hooves could be heard behind her, which caused her to stop the gelding.

“I need you tomorrow morning. We need all hands on deck because of that bear.”

Stella sighed. “How early?”

“Early. We have to either take care of it, or haze it out.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

Stella walked in through her door with a huff. This whole coming back home right away was really killing her vibe. She understood the reasons, and knew that the rules were the rules, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

She dropped her keys on the small end table in the entryway and hung her backpack and coat on one of the coat hooks. The silence in her house was annoying to her. She went into her living room and turned on her sage green vinyl player. The last record that she had on there was the greatest hits of B.B. King. She smiled at The Thrill Is Gone coming through the speakers.

Once there was background noise she went back to the entryway and took off her boots. She made her way to the kitchen because she was hungry. She had some leftovers in the fridge that she could heat up. ‘It's better than nothing, babe.’

Stella set to work on heating the food up. She hummed along to the music in the background and tried to decompress from the craziness of the day. The smell of chicken rice blossomed in the kitchen as it crackled in the microwave. As she got a drink out of the fridge, the microwave beeped behind her. She placed her drink on the table and turned to grab the bowl and sat down to dig in.

Stella took the last bite of the chicken rice and made a face. Since she was still banned from the ranch during off work hours, that meant no dinner there too. She was good in the kitchen, but nowhere near as good as Gator.

‘You're banned, you hear me? Until further notice!’ Rip’s words echoed in the silence of her mind. It was so loud it almost was as if it tore through the whole house. Rip was stubborn, but so was she. Petty even. Spiteful enough to drag the problem into the ground and below the earth's crust. Her phone buzzed from its spot on the table and distracted her from the hateful thought pattern. It was probably her brother.

Stella

It was Kayce. The tone of the text felt wrong from the second she saw her name. The device buzzed in her hand again.

Please come help

She pulled her brows together and her heart sped up.

Blonquist Motel room 5

That was between her house and the hospital. Her eyes rounded as she realized. ‘Shit, Monica.’ Stella stood from the kitchen table, grabbed her bowl, and dropped it in the sink.

She quickly made her way through the downstairs of her house and turned off the lights as she went. The lamp at the entryway table stayed lit for her later. More of Rip’s words ran through her head. ‘Kayce will be the death of you and you’re in denial about it.’ She shook her head to rid it of the heavy words from Rip. Tucking her feet into her boots she threw on her dark green Carhartt, grabbed her keys and backpack and was out the door.

The motel was dimly lit off the side of the highway. To anyone not from here, they would look at it and think that it’s definitely a serial killer’s playground. To Stella, it was familiar. Safe. She’d stayed here plenty when Monica was in the hospital when Tate was born.

She spotted Kayce’s truck from the road, and gently turned into the driveway. As she pulled up next to his truck, her headlights illuminated him sitting in one of the chairs outside the room.

As quick as the wind she threw her car in park, turned it off and raced over to Kayce as he stood from his seat. She wrapped him in a hug so tight, he almost thought he couldn’t breathe. Kayce’s arms wound their way around her. He started to tremble with unshed tears. Stella rubbed his back. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything's gonna be fine. Let it out, cowboy. I’m here.” She whispered.

Kayce relaxed into her hug and the tears started to fall as he answered her unasked question, mumbling into her shoulder. “We got her home. Everything was okay. We were talking outside and then she fell.” Kayce sniffled. “It all happened so fast. I thought she died.”

Stella pulled back and looked up at him under his hat. “Hey stop thinkin’ like that! She’s strong and stubborn. Hell, she married you.” Stella laughed. “She’s gonna be just fine and come home to you and your little boy.” They pulled apart, Kayce still sniffling and Stella playing with the end of her jacket sleeve.

“So tell me what I can do for you to make things easier right now. Do you want me to take Tate to his grandpa, stay here with him while you go to Monica in the mornin’?” She trailed off not wanting to overwhelm him with suggestions.

Kayce looked around, trying to get his jumbled brain straight. “Uh, can you come to the hospital with us in the mornin’ to sit with him? He got upset by himself the last time we were there.”

“Of course, cowboy.” She turned to walk to her SUV.

“What are you doin’?”

The trunk hatch opened and shut before she answered. Stella poked around the side of her vehicle and held out something. Kayce squinted in the dark of the parking lot. “I’m gettin’ my sleeping bag.”

“Oh.” He smiled softly. “You ain’t gotta do that. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Stella scoffed. “No sir you will not. If those designer bags under your eyes are any indication, you need that bed more than I do.”

The door opened behind Kayce and a small voice called out. “Dad?”

Stella quickly put on a face for Tate. “Hey buddy.”

“Aunt Stella? What’re you doing here?” The little boy screwed up his face.

“I’m gonna keep you boys company and go with you to see your mom in the mornin’.”

“Oh okay.” He looked sad at the mention of his mother.

Stella pushed past Kayce and into the room. “Hey, do you wanna help me get my sleeping bag set up on the floor?”

Kayce smiled at the tender moment of his best friend doing her best to distract his son. He followed them into the room and shut the door. Clicking the lock into place, he walked fully into the room and sat on the corner of the bed. He watched Stella talking idly to his son, listening intently when he responded or asked questions keeping his mind busy.

The friends made eye contact over his son’s head and he looked at his invisible watch. “Hey bud,” Kayce started to catch Tate’s attention.

There was a small groan from the boy. Stella watched him roll his eyes when he turned to face his dad. She smirked at that. ‘I gotta stop rolling my eyes around him.’ He was definitely picking up on it quickly.

“Yes dad?” There was a little huff after he asked.

“We’ve got an early morning tomorrow. We should all probably hit the hay.”

The little boy headed toward the bed he’d chosen for himself. Stella piped up. “Ah ah. Head for the bathroom, mister.” Tate stopped walking and turned to face his “aunt”. “Your mother would murder me if I didn’t have you at least brush your teeth and wash your face.”

“But I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“But you forget, dear nephew, I come prepared for anything.” Stella marched out to her car and into the trunk to grab the bathroom essentials emergency kit. It had a couple toothbrushes, some travel sized toothpaste, face wash, q-tips, feminine hygiene.

Tate squinted trying to read what the bag said. “Bag of,” he trailed off.

“Bag of tricks, kiddo. Here,” Stella handed him the travel bag. “Now go wash up please.” She smiled watching him walk away. A hand on her elbow made her turn and find Kayce coming in for a hug. “Oh, hey.” She let him settle into her. “Everything is gonna be alright Kace. There’s also a toothbrush for you too. I expect you to wash away the gross vibes from today.”

Kayce pulled back. “You tryin’ to say I smell?”

“Good lord no. I’ve lived in the bunkhouse. I’ve smelled way worse,” she laughed. “But we’re gonna change the outcome by washing away the gross.”

“Thank you Stell.”

“Of course, cowboy.”

The bathroom door opened and Tate meandered his way over to his bed. Kayce made his way over to tuck him in. Stella chose to leave the boys be and go wash up.

“Psst.” Kayce whispered to Stella. She jerked, but didn’t wake up. He stood, careful to not make too much noise and wake Tate up. When he was sure his son was still fast asleep, he moved silently over to his friend on the floor. He leaned toward her face. “Stella.” He poked her shoulder trying to elicit a response.

Stella jumped and gasped while her eyes shot open. Seeing Kayce standing above her in the dim light filtering in through the thin curtains made her heart slow down. She quietly groaned as she sat up. Reaching for her glasses, she squinted at her best friend.

“What?” She asked low pitched assuming they were whispering because Tate was finally asleep. Instead of verbalizing an answer, Stella watched as Kayce nodded his head to the outside.

She sighed and flipped the top of her sleeping bag off her legs. With a quiet grumble she stood, grabbing her coat and boots. Kayce had left the door cracked. Stella looked back to make sure she hadn’t woken Tate up. When she saw his breathing hadn’t changed, she made her way out to the sidewalk and shut the door gently behind her.

When the door clicked her heart dropped. She closed her eyes. “Please for the love of god tell me you have the room key.”

Kayce chuckled. “Yeah Stellee, I do.” He wiggled the key in his hand before he shoved his hand back in the warm refuge of his pocket. “Here lemme steal you a chair.” He walked briskly over to the neighboring room and stole it to sit next to the one for his room.

Stella sank down into the plastic chair stiffly and tucked herself into her coat, followed by Kayce sitting next to her. She looked out to the road with a thousand yard stare. Rip’s words bounced around in her head. “How the hell did we wind up in this mess Kace?”

Kayce tapped on the arm of his chair. He wasn’t sure how to answer her. It always seemed to be him that caused a ruckus, and Stella was stuck in the middle somehow. “I dunno. I’m sorry for involving you.”

A dissatisfied frown took over her face and she groaned. “That sounds like Rip.”

“It is.” There was a long pause that followed his admission, which caused Stella to look at him. “He’s right, you know?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, not you too.” She huffed and made a motion to stand back up. “If that’s what you brought me out here for, I’m going back to bed and you can fuck off.”

Kayce’s arm shot out to stop her. “No no no. Wait.” His eyes pleaded with her. When she semi-relaxed back he continued. “I’ve gotten you and Monica mixed up in a bunch of shit that you don’t deserve. I’m not good for people.”

“Kayce John, that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard you say in my entire life! And I’ve heard you say some dumb shit.” She locked eyes with him. Angry eyebrows furrowed. “I’m an adult. I know what I’m signing up for. You don’t force me to do anything.” She sat on the edge of the chair. “What you were being held for the other day was a bit much, but I still chose to show up. Monica is a grown ass woman too, and it wasn’t even your fault she tried to break that fight up at her school.”

“I know, but—,” Stella interrupted him.

“—but nothing, Kayce. No matter what Rip has up his ass right now, I will always choose you. No matter the lifetime, but I’m glad it was this one.” Silence fell over the two of them. It was heavy and thick with the confession. “I always have.” Stella finished softly. She slumped back against the chair. “He’s just gonna have to get over it. I’m tired of hearin’ his voice in my head. My brother has.”

Kayce observed her. “Is he giving you a hard time?”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I might get myself into a heap of trouble doing it, but I can manage it.”

“Whattaya mean?”

“I’m banned except for doing my job. He and I got into it after you left. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, with him being in a sour mood from the morning and all. He handed me my ass, and then I talked to your dad. Who offered me an interesting position, by the way.” She changed subjects quickly, hoping to avoid Kayce noticing she said Rip handed her ass to her.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Did he hurt you?”

‘Damn it.’ Stella scratched her forehead. “No Kayce. Just knocked the wind outta me. It’s fine.”

“If he tries it again, you tell me.”

“I will do nothing of the sort. But anyway,” she shuffled in the chair. “Your dad offered me a new position. And asked me my opinion on money and business outlook.”

Kayce huffed at her ignoring the problem at hand and decided to play along. “Oh, did he now? What is it?”

“Helping you with the horses and being in charge of broodmares if he chooses to get involved in that. He’s doing some research into it.” She sniffed, her nose running from the cold. “So you were right. He did have something better in mind. Even though you stole my previous position.” She smirked at him while shoving his leg with her booted foot.

“Hey now…,” he grabbed her foot and gently pushed it back.

“It’s fine. He wants you around more.” She bit her lip, not sure if she should have admitted that. “Probably for your own safety. Especially if you’re gonna take over the ranch one day.”

“Now hold on, I don’t know about all that.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m just talking.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I want that cursed ranch.”

“And that’s a decision you’ll make when you’re ready. And that’s fine. I’m here whatever you decide.”

Kayce locked eyes with her, spellbound as to how he ended up so lucky to have someone like Stella in his corner. “I never did get to say thank you for the other day.”

Stella looked away when she felt a blush heat her cheeks. She shrugged. “Nah, it was nothing. It’s not like they’re gonna take me to jail for trying to get you home. I had nothin’ to lose. Except for some dignity when they told me no and then I had to talk to Jamie.”

Kayce actually laughed. “Why do you hate him so bad.”

“I don’t hate him. I just wanna punch him.” Stella looked at him doe eyed. “A couple hundred times.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you still had a thing for him.”

“I have never had a thing for your brother. Good Christ. It was never him.”

“So there was someone though.”

“Oh my god we’re not having that conversation, Kayce.”

“I’m gonna find out, you know.”

“Yeah, good luck with that cowboy.” Stella stood and placed the neighbor’s chair back. “Let’s go. Time for bed.”

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