#the past 3 times in a row that I've walked outside in the dark

[dragon-spaghetti]

Oh btw I think I might be haunted so that's fun

[chrissv4mp]

i'll love you 'til the day that i die! MATT S.

summary: you and matt have been frenemies since the 8th grade. when you both go to homecoming, you get picked for homecoming queen, and chris is your king. matt can't help but storm outside of the school angrily.

pairing: matt sturniolo × fem!reader

warnings/topics: arguments, vulgar language, fluff, sorta angst, confessions, highschool au, etc.

a/n: LOVE THIS SONG SMSMSMS also this probably makes no sense towards the end cause i was purely running on 2 bottles of water😖

"matt," you exclaimed, running into his room without any warning.

he jumped a little, eyes snapping toward the direction of his bedroom door.

you took a seat at his desk, pushing yourself toward his bed with your feet before spinning around to face him.

"why do you have so much energy this early in the morning?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he had just woken up a few minutes ago.

"cause, i just got big news? and, sorry for being so happy to see you?" you joked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in the chair.

matt hummed in curiosity, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look better, "and what's the news?"

you almost couldn't stay still, changing the way you were sitting every moment or so.

"i got nominated for homecoming queen!" you all but yelled, making matt flinch slightly at the loud noise.

his smile was small, but very smug as if he was gonna say something to bring you down.

he could never shut his mouth whenever you brought up something good that happened to you, he always had to one-up you.

"cool, cool, but i've gotten nominated for homecoming king like years in a row. it's nothing big to be nominated once," he shrugged, keeping direct eye contact with you and watching as your face contorted into a subtle look of sadness.

your frown was small, and if matt hadn't been the one to trigger it, then he probably wouldn't have noticed.

he always did this, and you should've been used to it by now. but, god, did matt know how to push your buttons.

"yeah, well, i didn't see your name on there this time. you're not someone special, y'know?" you laughed, trying to hide your frustration.

matt's grin only widened at your words, "huh. well, it'll be there by tonight. those girls can't resist my charm, not even you, y/n."

"shut up. nobody wants a homecoming king that's an asshole to every girl he meets." you groaned, crossing your arms over each other.

"maybe, but you're the only girl i dislike at the school." matt bit back, leaning against his headboard as he stared you down.

you let out a quiet huff, looking around his room and letting your eyes land on the corkboard he had on the wall opposite his closet.

there were letters, pictures, and polaroids of all of his friends. and in one corner, there was a polaroid of you and him at the beach.

there was writing below it, 'i want u to stay 'till i'm in the grave<3' it was in dark blue sharpie.

your lips upturned into a small smile. he didn't hate you. he never really could, even if he tried.

"doesn't seem like you dislike me," you broke the silence, pointing over at the board.

matt's smile dropped, and his face flushed a soft pink color as he sat up straight. "just get out, would you!"

you giggled to yourself as you got off his chair, not forgetting to give him the middle finger before closing his door and walking back down the hall.

nick looked up from the sink as he heard your footsteps walking past the kitchen, turning around to look at you.

"bye, y/n," he smiled softly, waving over at you and accidently splashing water on the kitchen counter.

"see you later, nick," you smiled, waving back before resuming your walk down the stairs and out of the house.

"birds of a feather," chris said, breaking the silence between the four of you.

nick raised an eyebrow, looking to the side to see if chris was talking to him.

the younger boy was pointing over at you and matt, at the opposite end of the booth you all were sitting at.

"what?" matt laughed over the loud chatter of the cafeteria, crossing his arms before looking over at you.

you were confused just as he was, staring over at chris with an unsure look on your face, "right... and what are you yapping on about this time?"

chris looked dumbfounded, staring at the three of you in disbelief as he scoffed, "you guys seriously don't know that saying? i thought you were older than me."

"by, like, 2 seconds?" nick said, leaning on the table as he picked at the cafeteria food with a plastic fork.

chris punched his brother softly, rolling his eyes before explaining, "birds of a feather flock together, it basically means you guys are alike in one way or another."

matt laughed, looking over at you before giving his attention back to chris, "we are nothing alike, trust me. she's horrible at communicating, and i'm amazing at it. i'm popular. she's not."

"yeah, he's stupid, and i'm smart. remind me how we're alike, again?" matt looked away at your remark, silently mocking you.

"look at your outfits right now, if i didn't know any better i would think you guys are matching." chris pointed out, nodding his head in your direction.

nick nodded, "he's right, you guys look like a couple."

both yours and matts face flushed bright pink, and you looked seperate ways, embarrassment washing over the two of you.

"yeah, more like a couple of friends." you forced out, looking back up at nick and chris.

nick raised his eyebrows, looking away.

"and not to mention the many times you both have said the same phrase. like, tell me you hang out too much without telling me you hang out too much?" chris joked, laughing at himself.

nick chuckled quietly, nodding his head in agreement with his brothers.

"that's a coincidence." you mumbled, sitting up straight.

"it's happened more than i can count, i don't think it's a coincidence of any sort." nick said, looking over at matt, who just dragged his hands down his face.

"well, whatever. not like it's gonna last forever," matt said, and before anyone could reply, he stood up and left to his next class.

the bell rang a few seconds after, and you, nick, and chris gave each other confused looks.

"sorry, y/n. he's probably just had a rough day, i promise you he doesn't mean it." nick reassured you, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

he left a few moments later, and chris stayed with you.

"don't take it to heart, 'kay?" chris muttered softly, smiling at you.

you nodded, and chris began to add on, "i've seen him cry over you. he tells me he doesn't know why. all he says is that he doesn't think he could love you more than he already does."

nodding, smiling softly before watching chris get up and leave. now it was just you and your thoughts at the table alone.

huh. who would've thought matthew sturniolo, one of the most popular guys at school, would be crying over you, quiet, kept to herself, y/n l/n?

you couldn't tease him about it, you did the same thing for him. you always cried over matt, not even knowing why because he had never really hurt you.

you always just sobbed to nick about how you would love him 'til the day that he dies. and after those words registered in your head, you only cried more at the thought of matt dying.

but those nights, you were usually drunk or super high. nick always knew how to calm you down, though, he was always there for you whenever you needed.

matt had also occasionally been there for you in your lowest times, never hesitating to break the speed limit getting to your house.

he always confronted the boys that had stood you up, never let anyone talk bad about you or even give you dirty looks. even if he didn't consider you a friend, you thought of him as one.

"i just don't understand," matt whispered shakily as he looked up at the night sky, stars scattered all around and lighting the place around in just the slightest.

you sat next to him, fingers playing with the blanket the both of you were on, "what don't you understand?"

he shrugged, "i don't understand how anyone could love me."

your neck snapped in his direction, eyes widening a little as a million thoughts came to your mind.

you wanted him to see how he looked in your eyes. he was the funniest, most handsome, kind boy you have ever met (even if he did occasionally tick you off).

you wanted him to know how many subtle compliments you gave him that he never noticed, but still took.

but then again, you wanted to just tell him how he was so full of shit. he knew that anyone and everyone was capable of loving him.

he knew that he could get anyone wrapped around his finger in less than a week. hell, he sure got you wrapped around his finger in just a matter of 2 days.

"i just don't get what people see in me. sometimes i just want to quit everything i do at the thought of it." matt added, finally turning his head to look at you.

your gaze softened as he looked you in the eyes, a subtle look of concern plastered on your face as you reached out to pat his shoulder.

"don't be stupid, matthew. i think that if anyone even glanced in your direction, they would instantly fall in love. you're all any girl would want."

matt smiled, and you reached over to move his hair to see his face better. he was truly beautiful. you couldn't ever get tired of the sight of him.

"you really think that?" matt asked, and there was just the tiniest hint of smugness in his voice.

you nodded, tilting your head to see matt better in the pale moonlight.

"i do," you whispered, and before matt could speak, you cut him off, "and don't ruin this moment with one of your stupid remarks, matthew."

matt's lips parted, but he chose to stay silent. he was grateful for moments like this with you, when it was just you two alone and nobody else.

he loved being alone with you, especially late at night when you guys would have these deep talks. no words spoken here would ever leave, neither of you would bring those topics up.

it was a nice feeling, one that made him feel safe and secure in your presence.

as the months passed by and new memories with you were made, matt felt like you were slowly creeping into his heart, invading all of his senses.

all he could think about was you now, and he couldn't ever get you out of his head. not even when he was in boston, more than 2,000 miles away from you.

it came so fast, and you almost couldn't believe that you were standing outside of your high-school with your best friends, all dressed formally.

you were wearing a satin dark blue dress that went down to your knees, while matt and chris were wearing suits and ties.

matt's suit was navy blue, his dress pants being white to match with chris, who was wearing a white suit and navy blue dress pants.

nick wore an all blue suit, his tie being the only white thing on his outfit besides from his collared shirt he wore underneath the suit.

"holy shit, you're stunning, y/n!" nick exclaimed, stretching his arms out before you hugged him tightly.

he smiled into your hair, patting your back before pulling away from your embrace.

"talk about stunning, look at yourself, nicolas! you look amazing, blue looks beautiful on you." you complimented, smiling up at him before walking to stand beside him.

he interlocked your arms, and you finally got the chance to look over matt and chris' suits.

"we look better than you guys ever could," matt said, swinging his arm over chris' shoulder and pulling him closer.

chris smiled, nodding in agreement as he wrapped his arm around matt's waist.

"i don't know, y/n's dress might beat us." the younger boy shrugged, to which matt rolled his eyes at.

"you tell yourselves whatever you want, we're gonna go inside to get the night started," nick stated, pushing past chris and matt and purposely shoving matt playfully.

the two brunette boys weren't slow to follow you and nick, chris rushing in front of you to hold the door open.

when the four of you got intonthe gym, it immediately felt like you guys were gonna have the best night ever.

the lighting was a darker blue, illuminating all the bodies beneath it and capturing every small movement the kids made.

"wow," you whispered, and nick echoed you.

"hello, and welcome, los angeles lions to our 34th annual homecoming dance!" madi exclaimed into the microphone, her eyes scanning the paper she was holding.

the school cheered in excitement, and chris screamed out an encouragement for madi.

she smiled at all the familiar faces before leaning into the microphone to read from the paper again, "these past few weeks have been a little chaotic with all of the new nominees for both homecoming queen, and homecoming king, and tonight won't be any less chaotic."

"now, i'm honored to welcome up on stage the nominees for homecoming queen," madi spoke before flipping the paper over to the other side.

she read over the names, and a big smile came to her face when her eyes landed on the first one.

"please welcome up to the stage y/n l/n," she said, her smile frowing impossibly wider.

chris and nick shoved you around playfully before you finally came to your senses and ran up to the stage. it was an unreal experience, being one of the nominees, you felt like you couldn't compare to any of the other girls.

"alahna estrella," madi said, reading a few more names over the loud cheering of the students before she moved onto the boys.

the gym went silent once madi announced that she would be calling up the boys for homecoming king, now.

"now, i'm very happy to call up to the stage one of the very popular sturniolo triplets..."

matt got ready to walk up to the stage, but when the name fell from madi's mouth, he froze in shock.

"christopher sturniolo!" she said happily, clapping along with the other students.

your eyes widened at the sound of chris' name being called, and you clapped for him.

nick watched as chris made his way up the stairs onto the stage, yelling out his name and clapping for his brother.

matt clapped slowly, the realization that he wouldn't get to be the homecoming king washing over him. whatever, it didn't matter anyway because he already had 3 crowns from past years.

more names were called, and even nate was invited up to the stage as a nominee for homecoming king.

when the crowd settled down, madi had began to speak again, "now, the announcement that we've all been waiting for... this year's homecoming king is.."

madi's eye widened in surprise before she smiled big and read off his name, "christopher sturniolo!"

matt sighed, clapping for his brother. he was happy sure, but then again he was jealous. things always went his way, and he just wasn't ready for this happen.

was he being selfish?

after chris was crowned homecoming king, he stood beside madi up on the stage, smiling big at all the students of his high-school.

"and, for your homecoming queen. this year's homecoming queen is y/n l/n!" madi said, clapping proudly at you as she watched you get crowned.

you couldn't believe it. it felt surreal, like you were in a dream you couldn't wake up from. as you walked over to chris, he pulled you into a huge hug, muttering a quiet, "congratulations." into your ear.

madi took yours and chris' hand as she walked back up to the mic, bringing all of your hands into the air as she yelled out into the microphone.

"please give big love to our new homecoming king and queen, y/n and chris!"

the students cheered, some jumping up and down out of excitement as they screamed their hearts out.

matt huffed angrily, jumping out of his seat before pushing his way past multiple people to get to the exit.

he didn't go unnoticed by you, your eyes following him as he stormed out of the gymnasium.

you were surprised the door hadn't made a sound, it looked like he slammed into the door without even flinching.

"shit," you whispered, worry flashing over your features.

as soon as you got off stage, you ran out of the gym, ignoring all of the people who tried to congratulate you on your way down.

you ran outside of the school, turning every way to try and spot matt. when you did, his eyes locked with yours.

he was sat on the sidewalk, a streetlight illuminating his face as the spotlights had done inside.

you ran over to him, taking a seat next to him and scooting close to him.

it was silent for a few minutes. the two of you just absorbed in all of your thoughts about what just happened.

"congratulations on homecoming queen, i'm happy for you." matt said, looking over into your eyes.

you smiled, "thanks."

"sorry you weren't nominated, i thought you would have been considering you have been every other year." you apologized, and matt shook his head softly.

it wasn't just that, it was the fact that his brother was your homecoming king. it was the knowledge that matt would never get to be your king.

it was the fact that he would never get to be yours.

"i'm sorry, i just can't do this anymore, y/n." matt stood up from his spot, and you looked up at him.

you raised an eyebrow, worry still lingering in your head from matt's earlier outburst, "what? you can't do what?"

you stood up next, now face to face with the boy you both hated and loved the most.

"i just don't understand what we are, what i mean to you and what you even think of me. you keep giving me these fucking mixed signals and i don't know how to interpret them!" matt held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in an effort to calm himself down.

you swore you felt your heart shatter at his words. maybe this wasn't gonna be the best night you've ever had.

"what- mixed signals? i.. matt, what are you talking about?" you thought you knew what he was getting at, but as the words came out of your mouth, the thoughts fled from your mind.

matt muttered inaudible words before he finally spoke clearly, "you keep pushing me away and then pulling me back again, and i don't know what to do, y/n."

"do you want me, or am i just some guy you're toying with to get popularity? one minute you're nice and you have my back, and the next you're so fucking cold it's like i'm not even there, like you don't even care about me."

your eyebrows furrowed, he was explaining exactly how he made you feel.

"don't be a hypocrite, matt. i don't even act that way, you're explaining exactly what you make me think. i have all these thoughts and ideas i want to share with you, but when i do, you come over and push them down. why would i even want popularity? i don't give a shit about it, matt!"

"why do you do this to me, seriously?" your voice cracked, and only then did matt realize you were crying.

he groaned, taking small paces back and forth as he breathed heavily.

when he stopped, he was right in front of you, gaze soft as he stared into your e/c eyes.

"because i love you," he finally spilled it, and he didn't regret it. not at all.

the look on your face was not at all what he was expecting. he thought you might he disgusted or even angry.

"don't act so surprised, y/n." he said quietly, cupping your face with his hands.

they were cold, but you still leaned into his touch as he wiped away your tears.

he pulled you closer to him, and you ended up in his arms as you began to calm down. "god, i hate you, matt."

"yeah? well i'll love you 'till the day that i die." he muttered softly.

you laughed quietly, punching him playfully before pulling away.

he stayed silent, a soft smile on his face. as he continued to stare at you, he started to realize more and more things.

one thing he realized was that he never wanted to say goodbye.

maybe chris was right. maybe you two were birds of a feather.

. . . . . . . . .

tags: @cindylcuwho

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 43 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

'So what are we going to do?'

"Remember how I told you about that cabin I found in the woods?"

"You think we should go there?"

"Bullshit I am. I know it's not the same for me. The hate towards me isn't government sanctioned and it's not as bad but come on. I wasn't just incidental to what just happened. You have to see that was targeted."

Izzy pressed her eyes shut and turned her head away.

"I know. Just... you have your mum and maybe things will be okay for you."

"You're my only friend, Iz. I won't be okay if I don't have you. I'm ready to get away from all of this. Please don't leave me."

Izzy hesitated, then nodded.

"Okay. Pack clothes, food that'll keep, some bedding. Survival stuff, you know? I've got some things ready to go but anything you can bring will help. I'll meet you at the corner at two am."

"I'll be there," Kit said as the scene faded again.

Kit crouched next to a bush in the dark, a huge bag meant for travel packed full of stuff beside them.

They glanced at their watch.

It was twenty five minutes past two and then thirty seven and fifty two.

Finally another figure emerged from the darkness, a bag of their own on their back.

Izzy.

Kit got up and hugged her.

"I thought you'd gone without me."

"Sorry. Karl wouldn't go the fuck to bed. I tried calling you."

"I left my phone at home. Carrying something with a GPS tracker in it around with me for this one didn't seem like the best idea."

"Good point," Izzy said, pulling a black, rectangular item out of her pocket and tossing it into the bushes.

"Ready?" Kit nodded. "Let's go."

They walked down the street, the scene faded in and out and then they were standing in front of a tall, mesh fence topped with barbed wire.

Izzy swore as she crouched down behind a bush.

"They patched the hole I cut."

"Well, fuck," Kit said.

"It's fine. I bought the wire cutters."

"Do you think it'll be okay?" Kit asked as he knelt down to watch her work.

"Me going in here, I mean. It is fenced off because it's supposedly not safe for humans. The Fae don't want us there."

"Just stay close to me, okay? There are all sorts of crazy things the Fae have made in there but most of them can be reasoned with."

"And the rest of them?"

"The rest of them I'll fight. I'm very strong, you know."

"Oh, I know."

Izzy finished cutting the hole and climbed through and then Kit passed her the bags before following as well.

They put their bags on and started off into the woods.

Time skipped forward in leaps, measurable only by the rising and the setting of the sun.

They walked through thick woods, along a narrow ledge, boiled water from a stream to drink and slept cuddled up together under the stars.

At least a couple of days must have passed by the time they reached a small cabin nestled in the woods.

The next scene was of Kit outside in front of the cabin.

They packed dirt into an empty tin can, made a little hole and buried a seed in it before pouring a little water from a glass jar on top.

A featureless figure made of soft, blue light watched them work from the treeline but it wasn't until Kit was halfway through filling a second can with dirt that their head jerked up and they locked eyes on it.

Kit slowly put the can down, dusted their hands off on their jeans and took a couple of cautious steps towards the figure.

"Hello."

The figure didn't move, didn't respond.

"Are... are you the Fae?"

No response.

"I'm sorry if you don't like me being here but my best friend is a shifter. My only friend. She had to leave and what was I supposed to do? Just never see her again?"

The figure ducked back behind the tree it had been standing next to.

Kit made his way over to where it had been but when they looked behind the tree, there was nothing there.

In the next scene, Kit sat against the side of the cabin, painting a portrait of Izzy in panther form in a full rainbow of colours.

A row of cans sat along the windowsill behind him, seedlings sprouting in them.

They looked up to find the Fae watching them from the edge of the small clearing the cabin sat in.

"Hello again," Kit said. "Thank you for letting me stay here."

No response.

"I'll admit, I don't know much about the Fae. I tried to know things, read books and watched shows and stuff but the honest ones said we really don't know much and the dishonest ones made up a bunch of crap. But... you don't seem to want to hurt me, at least."

The figure didn't move.

"I haven't had to shave since I got here," Kit said. "I didn't bring a razor because I only had an electric one but so far it just... hasn't been an issue. If you had something to do with that... Thank you."

The scene faded.

Kit had made a garden bed and was transferring the seedlings from the cans into holes they'd dug for them.

Izzy lounged next to them in panther form, enjoying the sunshine.

Kit looked noticeably different, far closer to the Kit that Fanner knew.

Their features were softer, their shoulders not quite as broad.

The Fae strolled out of the woods, its gate halting and unnatural and stopped in front of them.

"Oh, hey," Kit said, beaming.

Even their voice sounded less deep.

Izzy's eyes remained fixed on the Fae as she got up and stretched but as usual, it didn't move.

"So." Kit stood up and held their arms out, looking down at themselves.

"Did... you do this? Last time Izzy shifted, she said she was sure it must have been you. I know you usually just make people into cool magical creatures but not having dysphoria is basically a superpower from my perspective. Thank you."

The Fae stayed absolutely still for a few more seconds and then it melted into the ground and disappeared.

The scene faded.

It was dark inside the cabin, the only light coming from the moon through the window.

Kit and Izzy in panther form lay together, snuggled up close on the bedding.

Izzy's head lifted, her ears twitching.

She nudged Kit with her nose.

They squirmed away, then jolted awake when Izzy gave their shoulder a gentle nip.

Kit rubbed a hand over their face as they sat up.

"What..."

Without warning, the door slammed open, a man blocking the doorway.

Izzy leapt at him but he was ready, a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire slamming into her side.

As Izzy struggled to get back to her feet, Kit stepped between her and the man as two more men pushed into the cabin.

"Please, don't. We just want to be left alone."

One of the men pulled out a large hunting knife as the scene faded.

[dreamoutshoutout]

June 6th, 2023

#2 featuring GAC (Ghost Adventures)

On a property of four buildings, two are main buildings, unknown on usage. The third building closest and on the right has a grave area in it, the building had been built around it as a way to preserve the headstones (?), the markings are in three columns with two in each row, unless it’s a family headstone of which there was only one. Zak had an off feeling with the first headstone in the second column, a distinctly whitewash old headstone with the engraving unreadable, he asks if I felt anything, but I didn't. I keep moving past the graves until hitting the second path (note: entire space is still in green grass; could be fake) in the corner of my eye in the far corner of the building, I swear it's darker, like a mass of black. I even say that there is something very wrong like it's just a dark mass in the corner. Billy agrees with me, and we decide to investigate it, walking up the column I glance over to a large modern stone with the name "Linkle" or "Linkel". We did have lights on that casted our shadows along the walls, but this corner was congregated in this one corner. Lights were just enough to see, we couldn't see our shadows without the cameras, but even then, this one corner stood out. Now pass the graves, Zak catches up with us and is beside me. He has a camera in hand, I do not, my hands are kept beside me as we catch up. I am on the outside closest to the wall, while Zak was inside closest to the graves. I am physically able to see a grayed-out hand try to reach for me, startling so much that I jump back and yell "jesus christ", and echo of Zak saying he saw that. The final building on property is small shed like, in the back behind the two main buildings, being used as a central command. At this time, I'm with Jay watching cameras when I fall asleep [this has to be unplanned…], within my nap, I am at the camper and when I look out I notice there's a 3 tier platform like view, on the top tier I notice a bear, "Oh, shit that's a bear." and the bear gets up, as I'm in a panic there's two more animals, in order I notice a warthog and a lion, except they don't attack, they just appear. I'm woken up by Jay asking if I was okay, I was fine, and the dream ends.

[I've already noticed that the Bear, Warthog, and Lion can coincidentally spell of B. W. L. the 'L' possibly standing for the family name "Linkle" or "Linkel"]

[morningsunandnightsky]

Passion of hope | Lee Mark

friends-to-lovers au

pairing: Mark x reader feat. Jungwoo

Warnings: cursing, playful hitting (lol), slight mention of drinking

Words: 2.8 k

Genre: angst, fluff

sypnosis: he loved you, but he was too big of a coward to admit it. What happens when someone else comes into the picture and he is on the verge of losing you forever?

an: This is inspired by the conversation I had with my friend @69markwoo420 and is written for him. I did not use any pronouns so anyone can enjoy it. This isn't proofread by my beta reader so expect the worst lol.

"You do know, you can just go up to him and tell him you're hopelessly in love with him?" Haechan asks.

“Huh? "What are you on about?"

“Mark. You've been staring at him since the lecture began, which was half an hour ago."

"No, I am not!" "All I was doing was thinking."

"Oh, I'm sure you were."

You give him a nudge and return your attention to your notes. You'd been staring at Mark the whole time, but you'd never admit it.

It has been 3 years since you first met him. You still remember the first time you saw him. You'd just transferred and were looking for your class when a swarm of boys rushed past you, knocking you down. You heard apologies being hurled your way, but none of them looked you in the eyes before walking away.

"What a great start," you thought as you gathered your papers that had been strewn across the floor when you heard a voice ask if you were okay.

When you looked up, you saw the cutest face you'd ever seen. With sparkly dark eyes, messy black hair, and glasses that slid off his nose.

He pushed his glasses back, and a smile spread across his face, causing the apples of his cheeks to protrude. You were in complete awe and didn't know what to say.

That was the first time you felt your heartbeat increase while looking someone in the eyes. The first time you felt that strange feeling in your stomach and the first time someone’s smile made your whole day.

And now, three years later, you still have the same feelings about him.

-

Jeno looks behind him, trying to figure out what was making Mark turn around every 2 minutes.

He follows Mark's gaze and notices you sitting in the back row, laughing with Haechan. He liked hearing you laugh but he wanted to be the cause of it.

He returns Mark's gaze with a knowing chuckle. Who was attempting to maintain a blank expression but failing badly.

"Why don't you sit next to me?" Mark keeps thinking.

He was aware that he was behaving immaturely and tried to ignore his thoughts, but it didn't work, especially when you were giggling with Haechan. It just didn't make sense! It was just Haechan, your friend who wasn’t even interested in you. He wasn't, was he? No, of course not...he'd be aware of it otherwise. Besides Haechan was more interested in him to be completely honest.

-

Your class came to an end after what seemed like an eternity. You quickly gathered your belongings and made your way over to Mark and Jeno, who were waiting for you and Haechan at the door.

"Oh my goodness! "That was the most boring shit ever," Haechan exclaims once everyone is outside.

"You act as if we don't have this class every week."

"Even so, this time it was much worse."

"I thought it was fine," you explain.

"Because you weren't even paying attention!" You were too preoccupied-" He stops talking as soon as you punch him in the arm.

"Shut the fuck up," you mumble.

Mark shifts his gaze from Haechan to you but says nothing.

"That sounds familiar," Jeno remarks while casting a glance at Mark.

"Let's go, I'm hungry," Mark says as he puts Jeno in a headlock and pulls him away before anyone else can say anything.

-

"Jaemin is throwing a party this weekend and wants us to come."

"No, thank you," you respond.

"Oh, please! "I'd already told him we'd be there."

"That's your problem; I've got better things to do than go over there."

"Yeah, what do you mean? Studying? Or perhaps you're sleeping? Because that's all you're ever known to do." Haechan avoids your hand before it reaches his head.

"Let's all go,  I'll drive us there.  You're sure you don't want to go? Jaemin will be disappointed as well."  Mark says.

You want to give him everything he asks for when he looke at you like that, so you do. You say you'll join them.

The week flew by faster than you expected. You would have been pleased if it had been any other week. But now you just want to punch yourself in the face for giving in. Why did he have to stare at you in that way?

It wasn't even his fault.  It was yours because you couldn't stop yourself when you were around him.

You sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror.

It wasn't that you disliked parties in general; it was just that this particular one didn't excite you. Because Jaemin's parties were always a mess in one way or another. But you'd already promised to be there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't come up with a valid excuse.

Mark sends you a message informing you that he and the boys have arrived.

With a final sigh, you exit your apartment and make your way downstairs.

"You look great tonight," Mark says as you take a seat in the passenger seat. You notice him looking away, as if he was trying to hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks.

His hair was styled, and he was dressed in black jeans and a tucked-in shirt. It was a simple outfit, but it made him look as good as ever.

You tell him, smiling to yourself, that he doesn't look too bad either. At the back, Jeno and Haechan exchange knowing glances.

-

As you enter the house, you greet Jaemin and move ahead to the kitchen. You needed something to drink before going back in there. You look around to see what your options are, but you end up going with what you always choose.

Someone bumps into you and spills it all over the floor before you can even take a sip.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," a soft voice says.

"It's fine," you say without looking up.

"I wasn't paying attention; I'll help you in cleaning up."

That's when you notice it's him, it was the new student.

"It's you! We share a class, no ?" he asks.

“Yeah! You're Jungwoo, right? "I've seen you around."

"Oh god, I've been wanting to talk to you, but this isn't how I expected it to go..." he says, scratching his chin.

"It was an accident, you're fine!"

You look down at your shirt after you've both cleaned up the mess. Jungwoo notices it as well, and says, "Let's go to the bathroom, I'll help you get it out."

He takes your hand in his and leads you upstairs. "May I?" he asks before removing your shirt. You let him, not knowing why.

You notice him attempting to avoid staring at your body by focusing all of his attention on the shirt in order to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Just as he's about to finish, the door swings open, revealing Mark standing there. He looks the scene in front of him, which includes you standing shirtless while Jungwoo holds it in his hands. There isn't even much space between you two, and the way you both appear flustered makes him imagine all kinds of things. It didn't appear to be as innocent as it was.

"I'm sorry," he says as he walks away, closing the door behind him.

"No, Mark, hold on-"

"It's fine, I'll go." "Here, wait until it dries up before putting it on." Jungwoo says, before leaving the room.

"Wait, Jungwoo! "Thank you," you tell him, when he looks at you.

He smiles at you before going after Mark.

-

When you get downstairs, you look for Mark, but he's nowhere to be found. That's when you see Haechan approaching you and he takes you with him.

Apparentely they needed one more person for truth or dare.

You find the boy you've been looking for sitting in the circle as well, so you take a seat next to him.

"Mark, you misunderstood-" you begin to explain, but he cuts you off.

"It's fine, you don't have to explain yourself." We're friends! You are free to do whatever you want." Right...you were friends and only friends. What on earth were you even thinking?

You weren't interested in the game to begin with, but now that reality had hit you, you didn't care at all. Not until Mark was asked if he was interested in anyone.

Your heart began to race, but you pretended to be unconcerned. You knew what his response would be, but you couldn't help but still be nervous.

Mark wanted to confess right in front of everyone, especially Jungwoo, but he couldn't help himself after what he had just witnessed. He couldn't ruin his friendship with you simply because he couldn't control his emotions.

"No, no one interesting has showed up," he finally says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He knew it was impossible, but he still hoped for a reaction from you, that his words had an effect on you. They didn't, of course, because your face hadn't changed an inch since you walked in.

Eventhough you were expecting it, hearing the words come out of his mouth hurt so much.

So you kept your distance from him for the rest of the evening. Except for him, you were preoccupied with everything and everyone. And it got a lot easier when Jungwoo was dared to kiss someone in the room, and he chose you.

You were left breathless not only because you weren't expecting the kiss, but also because of its intensity. His lips felt soft against yours, which was both exciting and strange. You liked it, but you didn't know how much you liked it.

That night, something changed, you were all aware of it, but no one mentioned it. You and Jungwoo went home together, while the boys went their separate ways.

Mark wished he hadn't asked you to accompany them because now everything was lost. If he didn't have a chance before, he surely didn't have any now.

-

You and Jungwoo were getting closer, and everyone seemed to be happy about it, except Mark. He hated not seeing you at lunch because you ate with him. Or if you did join them, he would be there as well.

He hated the fact that you were always together in every class, and that you didn't even pay attention to him anymore, aside from the usual hellos and goodbyes.

He hated how easily he made you laugh and how you were always talking about him when he wasn't there. Or how you'd dash off to meet him. Or how excited you seemed when you told him you were going on your first official date. He hated it all, but there was nothing he could do because he'd rather suffer alone than take away your happiness...

You were getting ready for your date when Mark appeared in your mind. You hadn't thought of him in a long time, but he returned on the most important day. You wanted to forget him and begin a relationship with Jungwoo. The one who has always been truthful with you, who has never caused you to doubt or feel insecure. He made you happy and was always there for you. And you could tell he was sincere.

You wished to return those feelings, but a small voice inside your head told you otherwise.

No,  It would never work out with Mark anyway, and you could feel the same way about Jungwoo if you just tried hard enough, you thought.

So you tune out that little voice and head out to where you were supposed to meet.

Mark was aware of your date, and he couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day. Whatever he did, all he could think about was you going on a date with someone else.

So he makes a decision, he would go too. He was aware that he was being selfish, but he couldn't stop himself.

He arrives at the cinema and notices you standing at the door, clearly waiting for him. He parks the car and reaches out to open the door. But he comes to a halt just as he gets to the door handle.

How could he do this to you? How could he ruin everything for you just because he was a coward and didn't have the courage to confess when the opportunity arose?

His heart sinks as a result of the thoughts, and he lets his arm fall on his thigh. Instead, he just sits there staring at you. "I'll stay until he gets here," he tells himself.

-

You check your phone to see what time it is, quarter to eight o'clock, you read. The film begins at eight, but there is still no sign of Jungwoo. He has also not sent any texts.

Eventually the film begins, and he still hasn't arrived but you continue to wait.

After an hour, two hours, and even three hours, the sun has completely set. Numerous people walked in and out of the building, but you remained in the same spot. You called him several times, but he never answered.

The little voice inside your head informs you that he has ghosted you and will not appear at all. But, once again, you don't listen to it. 

He wouldn’t do something like that unless there's a very good reason, so he'll come, you keep telling yourself.

Mark is still in his car when he notices you wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. He absolutely hates seeing you in this state, cold and alone at night. Waiting for someone who did not appear. He curses Jungwoo for doing this, but he still remains in his car.

Your mind is racing with all of the possible explanations for why he didn't show up. Your thoughts were logical at first, but as time passes, you begin to believe the little voice. 

You feel a raindrop land on your arm, and when you look up at the dark sky, you see it pouring down. You quickly seek refuge at the now-closed cinema's entrance.

That’s you feel someone take your hand in theirs. You look up, expecting to see Jungwoo, but instead, you see Mark.

"Come with me," he tells you.

“Mark? "What brings you here?"

"I'll explain everything later, but first come to my car." "You're shivering."

“No. "I'm waiting for Jungwoo," 

“He is not coming, you know that too!” 

"He is!" He promised to come, so he will."

"Don't be so stubborn! "You've been waiting for three hours, and he hasn't arrived," he says.

“what? How did you find out? "Have you been watching me?" you ask in disbelief.

"NO, no, let me explain-"

"No, I don't want to hear anything from you." I don't want to see you, and I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Let me at least take you home, and we'll talk later."

"I can go home by myself."

You begin to walk away but he stops you. "Please, it's dangerous."

You turn around and ask him why he bothers, why he suddenly cares about you.

He stakes everything on his last shred of hope. And he wishes with all his might that he isn't too late.

"Because I fucking love you,"

Those five words are all you hear, you don't even hear  the heavy rain or the cars driving by anymore.

"What did you just say?"

"I love you." I have always loved you. "And I always will." 

He did say it, you weren't dreaming or mishearing any of it.

Mark Lee, the boy you'd been hopelessly in love with for so long, stood in front of you, confessing while drenched in rain.

"I know I'm late, but I couldn't keep it in any longer; I had to tell you before I went insane." I hate seeing you with someone else..."

You don't say anything because you're too shocked. So he takes it as a final rejection and begins to turn around.

"I love you, too." 

He comes to a halt and looks at you.

You run into his arms with a smile on your face. He clutches you tightly, afraid you'll slip away if he lets go.

"I love you, Mark"

He looks into your eyes for a moment before capturing your lips. He starts slowly but passionately. As if he's pouring all of the unspoken words and feelings he's harboured for years into the kiss. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your knees are becoming weaker by the minute. You're both drenched, but you couldn't care less because the boy you loved with all your heart, loved you back.

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A Botanist’s Guide - Chapter 1

Summary: Cassandra Rowland, PhD, finally has the chance to work on an experiment that really matters: growing Earth crops on another planet. Too many overdue reports and marked failures have put her in hot water with the board, and this is her last chance at redemption. So when she finds herself railroaded by a seven foot tall, glowing alien named Kri, it won't be as easy as sticking some seeds in the soil and running them under the tap. Tack on the looming repossession of her lab contingent on her success in Kri's reports, and Cassie realizes she may have her work cut out for her.

Cassie

My leg is jiggling so violently it’s shaking the flimsy plastic chair I’m sitting in. I had picked a low spot on the floor to glare at for the past half hour, and I'm surprised there isn't a hole burnt into the carpet yet. My jaw hurts from how tightly I've been clenching and unclenching the muscles, and time creeps by so slowly I have to constantly check my watch to make sure it hasn’t stopped. I’d be anxious if I didn’t know exactly what this little meeting is about. Well, I am anxious, but I could be more anxious.

I’ve been summoned into the Admin building for a meeting with Diana Masons, overseer of all scientific divisions of Outpost 3 and Certified Kicker of Asses. She's got a good three inches on me, and the build of an Olympic wrestler. Her ability to burn a hole through sheet metal with her gaze only ties a neat little bow on top of her terrifying head. Diana has been my friend since landing day, but that’s outside of work. She steps foot into this building and it’s all business, and boy howdy is she scary. 

The Admin Building is a five story stick of concrete that takes up two whole blocks in Outpost 3, and I’m sitting on the third floor waiting to be called in. I feel like a delinquent student summoned to the principal’s office.

To my front are rows and rows of manilla-colored cubicles, full of accountants typing away. Their combined noise would make for pleasant background static, but I just know they’re taking more funding away from my division. They have no time to waste on frivolous matters like Knowledge and the Combined Growth of Humanity. Plus the whole floor smells like cheese. 

Maybe I’m just bitter. I definitely don’t want to be here in this stuffy office. I’d much rather be outside with the plants. Ferns don’t ask you hard questions like “Why wasn’t this delivered on time?” Or “You need how much more money?” I could just water them and they’d uncurl their leaves as if to say “Thank you so much Cassie. We love you!” And that’d be it. Easy-peasy. 

Yet the more time I spend in the greenhouse, the more trouble I seem to get in. Like turning in reports late. Six weeks late.

The door next to me swings open and a man in a navy blue suit steps out, not giving me a second glance before he’s off to the elevators.

“Dr. Rowland,” comes Diana’s voice from inside. Oh she’s using her Scary Commander voice, the one she uses to talk to new recruits and people in trouble. Namely, me.

Should I reject my fate and run? Do I go for broke and just walk out the door? Or should I book it straight through her office and bust out the window? That’s a bad idea, Diana would come after me. Besides, the glass is bulletproof. 

I stand up, and trudge into the Room of Doom.

Diana’s office is covered floor to ceiling with pictures, all of various recruits and scientists as they landed on Summanus. My picture is somewhere on the East wall, right at eye-level. At the end of the day, Diana really cares for all of us here with her whole heart. It just unfortunately includes reaming us from time to time. 

Diana sits at her desk, a picture of management perfection, typing away on her computer and completely ignoring me. Her dark hair is pulled into a low bun at the nape of her tanned neck, looking like she took glue to it so not a single strand was out of place. She’s wearing the company standard jumpsuit in dark navy.

I sit down in the chair across from her. "Is this about 325–A?” Even when I’m 99% positive, I never have full confidence until it’s confirmed.

Diana nods. “And 614–G, and 298--Y , and—“

“I get it. I’m slow.”

“And over-budget by,” she pauses to click on her computer a few times. “23 percent. What’s the issue Rowland?”

“Maybe if I had more assistants—“

“Assistants aren’t the problem here, this is all on you.”

Anger rises in me like the tide coming in. I’m not a child, I’m not an undergrad, I’m a respected scientist on an alien planet who does damn good work. It’s just...not always on time.

Some of my assignments have been so massive I went into double overtime just to meet the Benchmarks. But the people assigning them don’t care about me, they just want timely, cost-effective results. Usually, Diana is sympathetic to my plight, but not today it seems. 

Diana turns back to her computer and types a few more things while I seethe. She takes a long, annoying sip of her coffee and I want to smack it out of her hand.

“You’re being audited,” she says simply, like it isn’t the heart-stopping news I’d been dreading since I got her email to come in this morning. 

I practically jump out of my chair. “What?!” 

The last thing I need is some high brow accountant breathing down my neck, passing judgment on how I do my job.

“Technically it’s a Formal Review,” she continues, like that makes any difference. “We need some accountability from you, and this is the way to do it. It wasn’t my decision.”

“But—“

“Dr. Rowland,” she interjects. “Please try to understand. We’re aware that what you do is very important work, but concerning the schedule and budget...”

I throw my arms up. “I can’t control how fast the plants grow!”

Her neutral expression turns to one of modest sympathy. “I understand that, but like I said, this wasn’t my decision.” She hands me a paper off her printer and taps the bottom with one long, manicured nail. “I’m sorry to do this to you Cass, but if this next experiment fails,” she pauses, looking away from me. “Your lab will be repossessed.”

My stomach drops to the floor.

I snatch the paper back and skim over it. Yep, right there at the bottom. Should Cassandra Rowland fail to deliver on all Milestones, control of laboratory space shall be relinquished to high command, effective immediately after Formal Review.

My blood runs cold, the paper crumpling from the force of my grip. They’re going to take my lab away from me. I’d had it for barely a year.

My head swirls, the room tilts, and I can feel my breathing pick up from the force of it all. A formal review, an audit. I know my stuff is late a lot of the time, but so are plenty of other people’s! I’m far from the only scientist to deliver things tardy.

My brain goes back to the Formal Review and I crumple the paper in my hands. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Apparently you do.”

I plant my hands on my hips, switching tactics. “This was Stephen’s idea, wasn’t it? He’s been trying to get me sent back to Earth for two years.” 

“One review will not get you sent Earth-side, I promise.”

“But it gets my lab taken away! And if this goes tits up—which it will—whatever pencil-neck accountant they send—“

“Actually, your shadow is a scientist.”

“That’s even worse! We all suck!”

Diana’s facade of the perfect commander cracks as she rolls her eyes. “Cass, work with me here.”

Like the mature adult I am, I cross my arms and pout. “This isn’t fair. I can’t control the plants.”

To my credit, the past two experiments were technically successes, they just took an extra two weeks to germinate, well past my initial assessment and what would have happened on Earth. I was happy we got anything to break the soil at all. But these guys in the corporate office were all about results, and science didn’t always deliver on time.

Diana pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. After coming to some sort of conclusion, she pushes her glasses up and levels me with a hard stare, not quite a glare, but close. She uses her Scary Commander voice again to say, “Suck it up, and stop acting like a child.”

In the face of her stern persona, my resolve crumbles. “Fine.”

She straightens in her chair. "Good, glad we have that settled."

I huff a breath through my nose instead of responding, staring off to the side. My focus lands on one of the hundreds of pictures on the wall, a short trainee overshadowed by Diana's tall and imposing frame. They're both smiling at the camera, and I wish I'd ever felt that happy in this office.

***

“So how’d it go?” My lab assistant, Jillian, skirts up next to me as I exit Diana’s office.

I sigh for what feels like the millionth time. “We get a babysitter, but not one of these guys,” I gesture around to the cubicles we pass on the way to the elevator. “It’ll be internal.” Diana had told me the review would last until the end Experiment 271.8-A, over a year, because the universe loves to see me suffer. 

I slam the elevator button for the ground floor and tap my foot like my mom used to do whenever I’d come home with a bad grade. 

Diana had given me a cursory glance at the file of my new babysitter--I refuse to call them anything else-- before slamming it closed. No picture, but I got a name, Khri'asxu. They were a botanist like me, and from the long list of successful experiments they've headed I know I'm in for a hell of a ride.

I relay the details of the meeting and information to Jillian, each of my sentences making her eyebrows crawl closer to her hairline.

“Whoever this babysitter is has the equivalent of, like, three doctorates, so this is gonna be fun,” I say with a sour face. The name suggests they’re Summanian, a native of the planet Summanus. More commonly known as entos because of their insect-like appearance, they're a species that values hard work and logic. So I’m in for a world of boring lectures and condescension. Yippie. 

Jillian looks at me with wide eyes, “Wait, they’re coming today?”

“Nothing you do reflects on me,” I say, a little too curt, but I’m not in the mood. I think of the biohazard that is Jillie’s desk, covered in half-empty cans of energy drink and Miracle-Gro that I never had reason to make her clean. 

We walk out of the building, and Jillie stays quiet next to me. I can tell she has questions knocking around in her head, but my Murder Walk down the courtyard and across the street to the bus terminal probably acts as a deterrent.

I knew this review was coming: three past due, over-budget reports saw fit to that. But it didn’t mean I had to like it. I hated the idea of being watched all day every day for the next year. The arguments that could unfold, the condescension, the undermining, I could see it all now. I have enough trouble navigating the politics of Outpost 3 as a woman in a “soft” science, this was just going to add to the pile of shit I deal with on a daily basis. Whatever this other scientist has in mind for my experiment, I’m going to steamroll every decision they make. I’m not here to play games, I’m here for results, damn it. And this experiment is my baby. 

Experiment 271.8-A that I'd nicknamed Project EVA is humanity's first attempt to grow Earth crops in Summanus soil. A year and a half of pitching it to the board before it was approved, and it's all mine. Importing crops from Earth takes a lot of time and is very expensive, so the outpost (and every company that sponsors it) could save a lot of money is this is a success.

The smooth bus ride serves to cool me down slightly, to the point where I’m less snappy and more jumpy with nerves. My leg won’t stop shaking, my hands continually clench and unclench on my thigh. We need to stop by the lab before going to the communal greenhouse, and no doubt that reviewer is going to be there. The paper notice is crumpled in my hand. 

A long walk and we make it to the lab. I open the door and my stomach jumps. They’re already here, currently rooting through my desk. It's weird seeing a creature so large bent down over such a low surface. 

I quickly set my box of supplies down and stomp up to meet them. 

“What the hell are you doing?!”

The ento pauses, half-way through picking up a stack of papers, and finally looks at me. This one possesses a coloring I haven’t seen before, dark blue shot through with streaks of gray and flecks of purple, and the pale gray portions are equal on either side like vitiligo. Ento are covered in chitinous plating with glimpses of dark skin beneath, they have large digitigrade legs and two sets of arms, and large, insect-like wings that allow for flight.

“I am your auditor,” they say in a deep voice with a hint of an accent. 

“Yes I gathered that,” I hiss. “With all due respect, get out of my desk.” 

They straighten up, so tall their antennae nearly touches the ceiling. At an average height of seven feet most ento tower over us.

They offer a standard greeting, a bow with both arms outstretched, and I’m tempted to refuse it just for the insult it brings. But I don't want this one to potentially punch me in the chest so I return it.

“I am Khri’asxu. Kri will suffice,” they say. “I am male. And your desk was—is—atrocious,” Kri enunciates each word like he’s talking to a toddler, then gestures to all the things he had set out like that explains it. I grit my teeth. Most ento cultures operate under non-gendered language, but after meeting us they've started to pick up it. 

“That doesn't give you the right to--" 

"It is in our best interests for your workspace to remain tidy."

I wish I had a box or something to stand on so I could glare directly into his beady little eyes. "Have you ever seen another scientist's desk before?"

Kri folds his upper arms over his chest, a very humanlike gesture. “I am not reviewing other scientists, Dr. Rowland. I’m reviewing you. And I will take note of your indiscretion.”

I balk, my blood at full boil. “Indiscretion—!”

“Your refusal to keep a tidy work area,” Kri says, writing something on his clipboard. I step forward, fully intending to snatch the damned thing out of his hand, and he steps back out of my reach, holding it up. I reach for it again, but with his arms nearly hitting the ceiling, I have no chance. But I’m not going to let this alien boss me around. 

"Give it here you--"

Jillie steps between us, hands placating. “O-kay that’s enough of that!”

Kri is so tall his glare at me literally goes over Jillie's head. Ento don't have much range of expressions, only really able to narrow or widen their eyes, leaving most non-verbal communication to their body language.

Jillie turns to me, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Cassie, what was first on the list today?”

My blood is still boiling, every brain cell is geared towards an argument. If I back down now, he'll see me as weak and write that in his stupid report. I can’t afford to look weak in front of him.

Jillie makes eye contact with me and gives me a meaningful look, and my anger flags. We have a lot to do today, and this is just delaying my progress. She's right, I need to focus. I breathe heavily through my nose, taking a few steps back. This isn't the military, but it won't look good if I get written up for insubordination.

As I pull the small folded piece of paper out of my pocket, shame wells up like a balloon filling with helium. I shouldn't be arguing with a brick wall of an alien, I shouldn't be arguing at all. I need to be running my experiments, getting results so I don't lose my lab. I need to get this done. I need to--

Focus Cassie. Paper.

I look down. First on the list: Samples

I walk past Kri, ignoring the mess on my desk despite the bubbles of anxiety that well up in my chest. My fingers itch to reorganize it. I knew where everything was, where everything needed to be. Everything was perfectly placed where I needed to reach it, and now it was all messed up.

“We need to set up samples,” I say instead. “Jillie, can you do—what could you possibly be writing down now?”

Kri doesn’t stop writing as he casually replies, “It’s a conflict of interest for me to inform you of my report.”

A muscle in my eye twitches.

Chapter 2 >>

[arahxdjarin]

Wicked Desires

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Tags: throat fucking, some angst, some fluff too!, dom reader if you squint, unprotected sex, Loki kneeling, rough sex

Notes: I've decided to change this from a 5/6 chapter fic to a 9/10 chapter fic! so expect more from Loki and reader! I will warn you guys, next chapter is very angsty, I'm going to try to update about once a week but that may be subject to change. Enjoy besties!

Wicked Desires, Chapter 3

You place the thin, dark emerald dress on your body and tiptoe out of Loki’s chambers, two guards are stationed outside the doors, they don’t even move as you walk past them, you raise a hand in front of one of their faces, he doesn’t flinch or show any sign that he sees you there. You look down at the pendant and smile a bit realizing Loki’s magic is working. Making your way back to your chambers, you look down at the dress as it moves around you. It was quite a beautiful dress, a soft satin that clung to your skin, the entire dress being held up by two thin straps that wrap around your neck, the neckline dipping all the way down your torso, barely covering your breasts. Your back is completely exposed to the warm Asgardian spring air. There’s two high slits on either of your thighs, showing your entire leg when you walk forward. The immodesty of it caused you to blush, but you couldn’t help feeling powerful in it, it looks like you belong at Loki’s side.

You hurry into your chambers, glad to find them completely empty, you had nothing to do today besides crafting a dress for the upcoming spring celebrations, you sigh as you sit next to your sewing station deciding to busy your mind with creating a pattern until you leave for Loki’s chambers once nightfall comes.

A low whistle pulls you away from your work, you turn to see your best friend and chambermate come through the door, her arms filled with fabrics and flowers.

“Quite an extraordinary dress, does this have anything to do with why you were gone all night?” Her fingers grab the material by your hip, her eyes widening once she feels how luscious and expensive the fabric feels.

“Actually yes Risa, I was gone all night putting it together, I was hoping to use it for the spring festival but I made it a bit too risqué so it’ll be saved for a more appropriate event.” Risa’s eyes crinkle, she could always tell when you were lying but she decided to just nod her head and set the rest of her supplies down next to you.

“Well, I have to leave again but I thought I would bring you some more fabric. Are you still ok with making my dress for the festival as well?” You nod your head slowly, her harsh blue eyes still holding yours, she smiles a bit as she turns to walk towards the door again.

“You’ll have to tell me who he is at some point.” The door closes behind her but her words continue to bounce around the room, she knows you too well, of course she would notice if something was amiss. You grip the edge of the table trying to calm your breath, maybe you shouldn’t go see Loki tonight, it would be too suspicious if you were gone two nights in a row.  The logical part of you knew that is exactly what you should do, but the illogical part of you, the selfish part Loki has brought out is screaming for you to go to him, let him devour you whole, feel his hands burn their mark into your skin. You clench your thighs together thinking of his words last night,

‘The smell of me, the taste of me, the feel of me, will be burned into your mind always. Because you are mine.’ How right he was, one night of passionate fucking and you were ready to throw everything to the wind to feel his lips on your skin again.

You loosen your grip on the table and slump back into your chair, staring at the fabric in front of you, your fingers run over the smooth fabric of the dress, the motion soothes your racing thoughts. Your fingers pause, you stare at the fabric and then back to the sewing machine, a small smirk tugs on your lips as a devious thought pops into your mind.

You’re hunched over your table putting the final touches on your dress when there’s a soft knock on your door. You stand up and smooth the fabric of your regular everyday skirt walking to the door to see who was behind it, you open it slightly and see a guard. He just hands you a simple piece of paper and turns to walk away. Your eyebrows raise in confusion, you open the note. The words cause you to shut the door quickly, as if anyone who walks by can somehow read the words that were obviously meant for your eyes only.

“Darling, I’ll be all yours shortly, wait for me in my chambers, if you aren’t wearing my dress then I expect you to be wearing nothing at all.”

Yours,

L

You fold the note up and place it in the small pocket of your skirts, moving back to the dress you just finished working on, you quickly drop your average dress to the ground and step back into the gorgeous dress Loki gave you, now with slight modifications. You fold up your dress and set it on a chair in your room, closing the door tightly. You move quickly around the common room to tidy the mess you left before finally exiting your chambers to make your way to his.

The walk is shorter than you remember, or the nerves are just higher this time. Once again the guards don’t notice your presence at all, you quietly slip into his chambers, you expect to be alone but Loki is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes widen as he takes in your attire. He sets the glass down and stands up, never taking his eyes on you. He holds his hand out and you walk towards him, placing your hand in his own, he twirls you, the dress fans out showing him all your additions.

“Is this the dress I gave you?” His voice sends a shiver through you, it's full of curiosity and amusement.

“It is, but I needed to add my own touches to it.” His hand drops yours to touch the soft gold glittery fabric you added to cover the bodice and skirt, his hand roams across it before reaching up to touch the gold gems you added to the neckline, his hand lingers on top of your chest, his eyes meeting yours again, he smirks as his fingers inch their way underneath the neckline to rub against your nipple.

“You added to its beauty, but I do believe my note specified for you to be wearing my dress. Since you’ve gone and added to it, it’s now no longer my dress, but yours. Strip.” You glare at him as you move the straps off your shoulders letting the fabric fall off your body to pool at your feet.

“Is that better, Your Highness?” Your words drip off your tongue with malicious sarcasm. Loki’s eyes harden but the smirk never leaves his lips, he moves so quickly you don’t have time to dodge his advance, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You try to wiggle out of his hold but it’s impossible, he begins walking towards his room. He lands a loud smack to your backside before dropping you on the bed unceremoniously, you huff as your body bounces on the soft mattress. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, heat fills your body as your mind replays the events of last night when you were in quite a similar situation.

“Turn around and hang your head off the bed.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but do as he says, you hang your head off the end of the bed, now looking at Loki upside down, you take in his appearance, he’s wearing his usual leathers, his hair looks the same but he has an unmistakable glimmer in his eye, you repress another shiver when he meet your eyes. He works to undo his trousers, letting them fall to the floor before he works to undo his top, quick enough he’s as naked as you. Loki bends at the knee until his eyes are level with yours, his hand wraps around your throat as his lips crush into yours, he kisses you fiercely, his tongue making quick work into your mouth, you let out a small whimper as he nips at your lips before pulling away. He looks in your eyes, his hand tightening slightly.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, if you need me to stop, tap my right thigh three times, do you understand?” You nod, Loki places a soft kiss to your lips before standing, breaking the kiss. You stare at the underside of his hard cock as he strokes it, his eyes fixed on your face. You open your mouth and press your tongue against the head of his cock, eliciting a soft hiss from Loki, he rubs his head against your lips for a moment, teasing both himself and you.

“Use me Loki. I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you do.” That was all the encouragement Loki needed to slam his hips forward, his cock burying itself inside your mouth, your throat constricts around him fighting the intrusion. Loki brings his hand to the side of your neck massaging gently, helping your muscles relax. You open your jaw wider, shifting your head allowing Loki to thrust with ease, his fingers shake on your skin, you let out a small whimper as the pleasure of feeling him claiming your mouth with his cock. Loki hisses through his teeth and drops his other hand to the bed next to your shoulder. You open your eyes momentarily and can only see Loki’s body looming over you, his balls moving next to your forehead. You squeeze your eyes shut and move your tongue, trying to stroke the underside of him.

Loki’s hand tightens around your throat, his fingers still caressing the muscles there, keeping you calm. His thrusts are controlled and even, like he’s trying to refrain from possibly injuring you. Your mind is finally wrapping around the situation, your hands snake up from where they lay at your side clutching the duvet to scratch against his defined stomach, his hips pause for a second. Your hands move from his stomach, running over the smooth skin and muscle to his hips, you dig your nails in and swirl your tongue around him, letting him know you didn’t want him to stop. His hips resume their controlled thrusts, he lets out a soft whine as your fingers dig in deeper to the skin of his hips.

The sound was like music to your ears, you clench your thighs and rub them together, thrusting your hips upwards. You never thought you could gain so much pleasure from pleasuring someone else, but here you were writhing underneath Loki while he used your mouth and body as if you were nothing more than a pretty toy. You enjoyed it too, you loved feeling like you were his own personal sex doll, the feeling of him filling you was intoxicating and you were falling head first into an unhealthy addiction. The thought almost made you laugh, you were addicted to Loki, it was the best way to put it. The way his fingers touched you, the way his tongue seemed to know you better than you knew yourself, the way his cock felt buried deeply inside of you. It was intoxicating, addicting, you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. Which you knew you should, you should stop this. It’ll never end well, if the circumstances were different then maybe — you push the thought from your mind, you don’t need to worry yourself with that, not when Loki is moaning and groaning above you because you’re bringing him pleasure. You refocus on the moment and drag your nails down his hips, his thrust stutters, the hand by your shoulder moves and you know he’s getting close.

You think back to last night when he explained he enjoyed being hit with the crop, maybe he enjoys a bit of pain with his pleasure. You move your lips, allowing your teeth to scrape against the sensitive skin of his cock. He hisses in pleasure before he rips his cock from your mouth, he bends his knees until his eyes meet yours again, his hand tightens around your throat.

“You’re getting brave little fox, I love watching you explore pleasure” his hand moves from your throat to stroke your face, his breath is labored and his eyes still hold a look of unbridled lust. “And as much as I would love to cum in your pretty little mouth, I have so much more planned for tonight, kneel on the bed in front of me.” You scramble up quickly at his command, you sit back on your heels, looking up at Loki’s face. Even kneeling on his large bed you were still several inches shorter than him. His hands move to either side of your face, his thumbs gently caressing the skin of your cheeks. You let him lean your head back, his hands move from your face to your neck. Loki leans forward and brushes his lips against your own.

“What do you want darling?” Your breath hitches as Loki turns your head to the side to run his nose along the side of your face.

“You.” Was all you were able to croak out, Loki’s warm breath fans across your face as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“And you have me, but I’m asking what you want right now.” Loki slips his tongue out and licks a stripe up your neck, he hums quietly, blowing cool air over the spot he just licked. Your fingers reach out to tangle in his hair, you turn your face to meet his eyes.

“I want to ride you, I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to shatter around you until I can no longer think of anything besides your name.” Loki’s eyes light up at your words and before you can even comprehend what’s happening he moves onto the bed pulling you onto his lap.

“Who would I be if I didn’t oblige every one of your desires and fantasies darling?” You sit straddling his lap, your fingers interlock behind his neck, he presses his forehead against yours as he guides his cock to your entrance. You both groan as you sink onto his length, his hands grip your hips to help you move. You bury your face in his neck as his cock stretches you open, you bounce up and down, cherishing the feeling of his cock buried deeply inside you. Loki’s hands massage and pull at the flesh of your hips eliciting another loud moan from your throat. His steady hold helps you keep rhythm. A sheen layer of sweat forms on the back of your neck as you continue to work yourself on his cock, the drag of it coupled with the new intense position was quickly working you to your climax.

You turn your head from his neck to capture his lips. Loki lifts one of his hands from your hips to crush your face against his. His tongue consumes your mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as he pulls your body closer to his, your clit catching on the skin of his groin.

“Loki — Loki I want us to cum together.”

“Then I suggest you hurry little fox, you’ve had me on edge since you walked through the door in that dress.” Loki’s hands on you tightens, he moves his hips to meet each one of your thrusts, the pressure builds quickly in your lower stomach, all the skin in contact with Loki heats as you race towards your climax.

“Loki, Gods I’m going to cum!” Your orgasm hits full force, you slump against Loki’s chest as he continues to thrust upwards into you, he lets out a loud groan and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m your God darling, only me.” Loki’s chest rises and falls quickly. He falls back against the bed, holding you close to his chest. His hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. You shift your hips, feeling Loki still inside you. You try to move off his lap but he holds you against his chest. Locking you in place on top of him.

“Loki, I need to go back to my own chambers tonight, my friend brought up how I didn’t come home last night. It'll be too suspicious if I’m gone again tonight.” You try to pull away again but Loki doesn’t loosen his hold on you.

“You can spare a few more hours darling.” For some reason his words anger you. You push with all your might and he finally releases you.

“Loki, you are not risking anything by seeing me, I’m risking everything. I can not be caught up in this. I will not, I’ve worked too hard to have it crumbled by you.”

“Little fox, I’ve promised you safety, I meant that. Stay with me a while longer, we’ve just gotten started.” You stand from the bed quickly, trying to ignore the wobble of your legs, you walk from his bed chambers back to where your dress lays against the ground.

“No, I need to get back before anyone else notices my absence. I’m willing to bruise your ego to make sure my reputation is not defamed.” You turn to see Loki standing naked, his face looks pained for a moment before it returns to it’s normal stoic expression. He turns his head to the side, the green glow appears, he’s suddenly fully dressed again.

“Very well then. It seems I misunderstood our arrangement.” You narrow your eyes at his words.

“Our arrangement? If I remember correctly last night we only talked about my selfishness? You allowing me to explore pleasure. Now who’s the one being selfish?” You walk closer to him, until your chests are touching. You stare into his eyes with as much intensity as you could muster.

“Then stay and continue to be selfish darling. Can you look me in my eyes and tell me that you want to leave right now?” His hand comes up to touch the side of your face but you move away and look at the ground before he can.

“It’s not about what I want Loki, I can’t be swept up into rumors.” Loki moves quickly to wrap his arms around you, his fingers moving to the straps of your dress, he slowly pushes them off your shoulders. You want to move, you know you should move but his soft touch keeps you firmly planted in your spot.

“You’re right you shouldn’t be swept into rumors, and I’ll see to it that you're not. I can charm a double of you to go to your chambers, it’ll walk past everyone and go straight to your room to sleep.” Loki pushes the straps completely off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet for the second time tonight. He pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your lips with fervor. You finally move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Loki easily pulls you off the ground, walking towards the couch. He sits with you straddling his lap, your lips fight his for dominance, if you’re going to stay he needs to give up control. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull his head. He stares up at you in amusement.

“If I’m staying you’ll have to make it worth my while.” Loki tries to move his head but you keep a firm hold.

“I fully intend to, darling, all you have to do is ask for what you want.” You lower your mouth until it's close to his face. You feel him shiver when your lips press against the sensitive skin of his neck just below his ear.

“I want to be in control darling .” Loki’s normal term of endearment falls off your lips smoothly, his hips buck up into you as his arms tighten around you.

“Anything you wish for, little fox, the control is all yours.” At his words you pull his head up and lick into his mouth.

“I think I’d like you better on your knees.” His breath catches but he’s quick to set you carefully on the couch before kneeling between your legs. “It’s a bit unfair that you're fully dressed, why don’t you change that?” The green glow appears around Loki, once it disappears you take in his full nude body again. You meet his eyes and you’re captivated by the intensity behind them, you notice his small smirk, he seems fully amused at the stunt you’ve pulled. You didn’t think you’d make it this far, your mind goes blank trying to think of how Loki commanded you last night. You just wanted to prove a point, but now you're determined to see it through.

“I think I rather like you being in charge.” Loki presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh as he speaks. You lean forward to grab his jaw, tilting his face to look up at you.

“Don’t speak unless I say so, now be good and bury your face between my legs, you said the night had barely started, why don’t you show me what else you had in mind.”  Loki’s eyes narrow slightly, he presses an open mouth kiss high up on your thigh before dragging his lips closer to your center. Your fingers stroke his hair as he licks a long stripe up to your clit, his mouth latches there. Your head falls back and you let out a high pitched whine, his mouth is fucking magical. Loki wraps his fingers around your thighs, pulling them onto his shoulders. His tongue continues to swirl around your clit and the surrounding area. You tug on his hair pulling his head even closer to you. You look down and see his eyes are still trained on your face. You push the stray hairs away from his eyes, whispering praise to him. Loki hums, his eyes closing as he drives you closer to your peak. You roll your hips on his face to create more friction. Loki’s hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers scraping against your skin.

“Fingers— add your fingers, I’m so close.” His right hand peels away from your thigh and works its way to your entrance, he teases you for a moment before sinking two of his fingers into your cunt. His fingers mixed with his tongue pushes you over the edge into another mind shattering orgasm, your grip tightens on his hair as you buck your hips into his face, he moves with you and lets your orgasm work through your body in full. Loki places a few soft kisses to your inner thigh before pulling away to look at you.

“What else would you like, little fox? I’m here for you to use.” His words send another shockwave through your body. You sit up further and turn around, your fingers grip the back of the couch as you arch your back. You turn your head to look at Loki.

“Take me from behind, and don’t be gentle.” You watch as a devious smile spreads on Loki’s face, he stands to his full height, towering over you. You turn your head to keep his eye contact, he lets his fingers trail down your spine as he lines up with your entrance. You feel the blunt head of his cock rubbing against your cunt, sending more pleasure through your body. The head of his cock presses inside of you and he pauses for a second. His hands moving to your hips. He pulls you back roughly until he’s buried deeply inside of you again for the second time tonight. His fingers dig into the bruises he left the night before as he viciously thrusts into you. Your head falls forward to touch your forehead against the soft fabric of the couch. You swear this is the deepest Loki has ever been inside of you, his thrusts continue relentlessly. You arch your back more, the angle changes causing both of you to groan. You reach a hand between your thighs to rub at your over sensitive clit. Loki catches your hand and places it back on the couch before sneaking his own hand between your legs.

“Your pleasure belongs to me darling — oh I’m sorry am I allowed to talk yet?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You throw your head back to look at him and aren’t surprised to see the signature smirk on his lips.

“Shut up and fuck me harder.” Your words wipe the smirk right off his face, his thrusts become brutal, abusing your poor cunt. His fingers speed up on your clit, yet again launching you closer to another orgasm.

“You’re so worried about your reputation darling, yet you aren’t worried for them to see you limping for the next week?” Your fingers tighten on the couch, your nails digging into the fabric deeply. If you weren’t so close to your release you would push him off you and leave right now. Loki feels you tighten and flutter around him, he leans over the couch moving his hand from your hip to cover your own.

“Stay with me tonight little fox — please.” Loki’s voice sounds strained against your ear, your heart stops for a second, you’ve never known Loki, the God of Mischief, to ever beg anyone for anything. Your fingers spread letting him interlock his own with yours as he continues the brutal rhythm.

“Just for the night.” You whisper back to him, turning your face to look at him. He lips meet yours desperately, he murmurs something against them but you're to swept up in your own pleasure to figure out what he had said. Your orgasm peeks on a particularly violent thrust, you flutter around Loki, pressing your hips back further to grind against him. Loki shifts behind you, wrapping both his arms around your stomach, his forehead presses against your spine as he continues to thrust into you, slower now. His arms are the only thing holding you up at this point, your entire body has liquified with the power of your third orgasm. Loki lets out a soft groan behind you, his teeth scraping against the skin of your back. He hips slowing to a stop. He pulls out of you as gently as possible but you still hiss at the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. Loki lays your body against the soft couch, he gets up and works his way into the bathing room and returns quickly with a steaming towel. He presses it between your thighs to clean you. The intimacy of the action causes heat to rise to your cheeks.

You watch as his eyebrows furrow, his hand gently working the soft, warm towel between your legs, you almost giggle at how focused he looks. Once he’s satisfied with his work the towel disappears in a green glow and his eyes move to look at you.

“Lets go lay down” Loki helps you stand on your shaky legs and places a hand on the small of your back, leading you to his bed again, he places a kiss to your lips before he pulls back the duvet for you to lay down.

“I can’t keep disappearing every night to come here.” Loki sighs at your words as he gets into the bed on his respective side. He pulls you close against his body and begins to mindlessly play with your hair.

“You’re right, what about every other night?” You prop yourself up to glare at him.

“Once a week.” Loki narrows his own eyes at you. You hold his gaze until his features soften again.

“Once a week it is then, but just now you’re welcome in my bed any day of the week, you have an open invitation to my rooms.” You settle back down against his chest, his fingers move back to your hair.

“I’m only here right now because you asked so nicely, I didn’t think you had manners, it seems I was mistaken.” Loki lets out a small laugh at your playful insult.

“You’re the only one who will ever receive that treatment from me.” You turn your head to look at him, his eyes meet yours, he looks so tired, not just physically, he looks mentally exhausted.

“And why is that Loki?” Loki’s eyes light up a bit, a soft smile tugs on his lips.

“I’ve told you little fox, you’ve piqued my interest, your presence is intoxicating. I’ll do anything to keep you at my side, including asking nicely — and maybe I’ll even admit I’m wrong at some point, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, I think my ego could rival yours now.” Loki laughs again, his fingers rub at your scalp and you’re quickly lulled into another peaceful sleep tucked next to Loki’s side.

[hopelessromantics4life]

Ethan and MC playlist

Part One [1]

1. Secret Love Song -Little Mix

It's literally one of my favourite songs and the moment I found out about the possibility of having a secret relationship with Ethan I thought of this song. The only reason I'm not putting some specific lyric to that is because everything matches them perfectly.

2. Halo-Beyonce

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

I found a way to let you in

But I never really had a doubt

Standing in the light of your halo

I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you breaking

It's the risk that I'm taking

I ain't never gonna shut you out

Hit me like a ray of sun

Burning through my darkest night

You're the only one that I want

Think I'm addicted to your light

I swore I'd never fall again

But this don't even feel like falling

Gravity can't forget

To pull me back to the ground again

3. All of me - John Legend

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind?

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood

You're my downfall, you're my muse

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

4. Thinking out loud- Ed Sheeran

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand

5. Rewrite the stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours

Tonight

You think it's easy

You think I don't wanna run to you

But there are mountains

And there are doors that we can't walk through

I know you're wondering why because we're able to be

Just you and me within these walls

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

That it was hopeless after all

6. Love me like you do - Ellie Goulding

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me through the dark

Let me take you past the satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

7. Crazy in love - Beyonce(Sofia Karlberg)

look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave I'm beggin' you not to go

Call your name two, three times in a row

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame

Yeah, cause I know I don't understand

Just how your love can do what no on else can

It's the way that you know what I thought I knew

It's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you

But I still don't understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

8. Never tear us apart- Bishop Briggs

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never ever tear us apart, oh

9. Give me love - Ed Sheeran

Give me love like her

'Cause lately I've been waking up alone

Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt

Told you I'd let them go

And that I'll fight my corner

Maybe tonight I'll call ya

After my blood turns into alcohol

No, I just wanna hold ya

'Cause lately I've been craving more

And it's been a while but I still feel the same

Maybe I should let you go

You know I'll fight my corner

And that tonight I'll call ya

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

No I just wanna hold ya

10. Impossible- James Arthur

I remember years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love, I did

And you were strong and I was not

My illusion, my mistake

I was careless, I forgot, I did

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[satansphatass]

Just like old times - Platonic Tommy x Tubbo

Word count: 1800

Trigger warnings: idk maybe homelessness?

Angst/platonic/fluff

Summary: Tubbo comes to see Tommy in exile.

***

It had been too long since Tubbo had seen his best friend, he still felt bad for exiling him but he had to do what was right for his country. It had been rough the first couple of days, he caught himself turning to tell his right hand man about the animals that he had seen, or a joke that someone had told him, only to be met with silence. It was the hardest decision he had ever made - but it was the right choice, or so he hoped.

He was excited, they would be able to listen to their discs and talk, he could tell Tommy all about his new projects!

He hadn't seen Tommy's new house yet so he didn't really know where he was going but he followed the compass that Wilbur had gifted him: it was his most prized possession, it was in his hand at all times - he couldn't be seen without it. He focused on rowing his little wooden boat, going faster and faster, he couldn't wait to see his best friend - it would be just like old times.

He could see the sillhouette of an island in the distance infront of the beautiful setting sun. He glanced down at his compass, it was pointing in the direction of the island - this must be where Tommy lived!

***

Tommy threw his armour down into the pit, the armour he had worked so hard for, had almost died for - gone. The explosion bought him back to the present, he regretfully looked down into the pit; it had definitely been blown to pieces. The hole was covered in dirt and Tommy looked Dream in his mask eyes.

"Well Tommy, I have errands to run - I'll leave you to it, just follow the rules and nobody will get hurt."

Tommy nodded in understanding having heard this little speech almost everyday since his exile. What he didn't understand was why Dream - his friend, had to leave so soon.

"Can't you stay?" He pleaded "I'm so fucking bored!"

"I've told you Tommy," Dream insisted "I'm busy."

He knew not to disagree, it had caused too many arguments.

He watched as Dream walked off into the distance: going to do god knows what. He walked morosely back to ~tnret~ and pulled out his compass, all he wanted was to see Tubbo - just like old times.

***

Tubbo ran up the shore, only stopping to straighten his tie. He didn't once stop to wonder if Tommy even wanted to see him. He saw a tent on the bank and assumed that was where he lived - it was a bit shabby but he was sure that that was just a temporary home from when he first arrived.

He skipped up to it and opened the flap to see a disheveled looking Tommy laying on his bed, staring up at the top of the tent.

He paused.

"Tommy?"

"Go away," he said "I know you're just in my head - Tubbo doesn't want to see me."

Tubbo stared at him, was that really what Tommy thought? Had he gone insane?

"No big man! I'm right here!"

He just rolled onto his side, ignoring the president. Tubbo pushed his legs to the side and sat on the bed, he placed a hand on his back - feeling him tense up under his touch.

"Is that really you?"

"Yeah man - It's me!"

Tommy looked up at him through blurred eyes, and walked off. Tubbo sat there in confusion, was he not happy to see him? He jumped up and followed the taller boy, he was sat on the beach looking longingly into the water.

"What's your deal dude? I thought you would like to see me."

Tommy looked up with an exasperated look on his face,

"You exiled me!"

"It was best for the country!"

"I thought we were friends." he said in a broken voice.

Tubbo sat down next to him, "We are, Your my best pal!"

He pulled him in for a hug, expecting resistance as usual but he slumped right into him. He was cold to the touch and his skin had a pinkish tone to it.

"Why don't we get somewhere warm?"

Tommy nodded and accepted his hand - following him to Logsteadshire. He entered the little blue house that Wilbur had built and sat down at his table, Tubbo sitting opposite him. He looked up to see Tubbo giving him a concerned look.

"Are you okay man? You're looking kinda rough."

"I'm fine." he snapped.

Tubbo gave him a proper look down, his hair was all grown out and covered in filth. His eyes had lost their blue vibrancy and had dark purple bags under them, his clothes were all ripped and filthy. His shoes had floppy soles and his cheeks were sunken in.

"No, you're not. Let's get you fixed up."

He opened up his bag and pulled out his knife ANd FuCKinG sTabBEd HiM jk, he tugged at strands of Tommy's hair and chopped some of the matted parts off, hoping to tidy it up a bit. He then wiped some of the muck off of his face and attempted to stitch up the rips in his clothes - he always carried a needle and thread, it was in his little emergency bag that he carried everywhere - 'you never know what you might need!' he constantly argued.

By the time he was finished, he did look a little better but still not the Tommy he knew. The Tommy he knew had fluffy blond hair that he loved to place flowers in. The Tommy he knew had bright blue eyes that shone in the dark. The Tommy he knew was always happy.

It was starting to get slightly darker now and he could see some mobs off in the distance, just past the barrier of torches that kept them out. He adjusted his sword, just incase.

"Why don't you put on your armour Tommy? There might be some skeletons hidden in the forest, just waiting for someone."

"Don't be so paranoid all the time."

"I'm not! I just don't want you to get hurt!"

This struck something deep in Tommy, if he didn't want him to get hurt then why did he exile him? Why did he send him away with nothing but a few pieces of 'blue'? Why did nobody come to check on him?

The only person who cared was Dream.

“I don’t have any armour.” he said shortly.

"Why not? You've been here for ages now!"

Ages?! How did he not know how long they had been apart? Had he not been counting? Tommy had been marking down the days - the days he spent all alone. It had been 2 months 3 weeks and 5 days. Almost 3 months since he had seen his best friend. He had been counting down the days, he thought that Tubbo would come to see him every week! every day! That's what best friends did, wasn't it? What could be more important than him?

He swallowed his questions and insecurities.

"Dream takes it."

"Why? He has his own - what does he need it for?!"

"He blows it up, so I can't try anything."

Tubbo stared at him astonished.

"That's not right Tommy, I asked him to escort you and that's it! He shouldn't be doing all- all that!"

"It's fine Tubbo," he insisted "Dream's my friend."

"No he's not! He- he's manipulating you!"

Of course he wasn't, Dream was his friend. He had helped him with everything! He owed it all to Dream. He had helped organise the beach party - the beach party that only he had showed up to. He had even helped him and Ghostbur build Logsteadshire!

Dream wasn't manipulative, was he?

"Dream's my friend." He repeated weakly.

"Can't you see Tommy? That's not what a friend does! I've never done that!"

That was true, Tubbo had never taken his stuff. But had he been with him during the hardest time of his life?

No, instead he had exiled him from his home.

"Then why didn't you come to see me?"

He couldn't really answer that question, why hadn't he? Sure, he had been busy with L'manburg - but there were plenty of other people that could've stepped in for him. He had been laughing and having a good time while Tommy was stuck alone, alone with Dream.

He felt rotten.

"I'm sorry man... I was- busy."

"Busy with what?"

He paused, "L'manburg."

"Oh. I see."

The disappointment in his voice was worse than if he had been angry. He felt like he had done something wrong. He hadn't, had he?

It was for L'manburg.

They stayed in silence for a bit longer, the silence that they used to experience without it being awkward.

He felt as if he barely knew the blond boy next to him.

"What do you want to do?" He asked hesitantly.

Tommy paused and suddenly pulled out a disc - chirp, Tubbo's favourite.

"We can listen to it, just like old times!"

Seeing the sudden glow on Tommy's filthy face made him incapable of saying no - he just wanted his best friend back, happy, outgoing and blunt. None of this closed off and quiet bullshit.

He jumped up and ran off outside. Tubbo quickly followed in pursuit, giggling in excitement.

He found Tommy sat at the back of his beat-up tent next to a jukebox. He quickly flopped to the floor - his formal jacket getting a bit muddy.

He dropped the black and red disc into the box and waited for the music to start up. The upbeat tune suddenly filled his ears - he closed his eyes and reminisced over all times they had sat watching the sunset together on that little bench by L'manburg.

He slowly opened his eyes to see the sunset slowly dipping past the horizon, his mouth quirked up in a smile.

It was just like old times.

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Not the villain (pt.2)

Crowley x reader

Summary: you set out to get to know Crowley more while he attempts to follow through with his plan but you make it difficult for him

Warning: none

(not my gifs)

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You had lead Aziraphale to a pair of large doors that sat at the end of the hall that came of the the throne room.

"Alright now I need you to know I worked very hard on this just for you."

"Ok.."

"Now I took what you told me about you loving books and wanting your book shop so on and what have you-"

Aziraphale looked at you with an arched eyebrow and anticipated look.

"Alright well in any event I'll get on with it." you turned and pushed the two large doors opened and lead him inside. "Aziraphale my friend, my faithful companon, my guardian I give to you your very own library!"

You stepped aside presenting the large room with shelfs upon shelves filled with books. Aziraphale stared in awe as he followed you in.

"Now this library has been in the family for years! I just added a few things."

Aziraphale had been sent as your guardian for well over a week now he helped with a lot of things and put up with a lot of things. So you wanted to thank him in advance dealing with it now and in the future.

You guided him through the library showing him things you added to make it more fitting.

"I had a few of my men get a new seating arrangment I thought matched you better.. Oh! And..." you ran across the large room to a shelf where a latter leaned against it. You stepped up and pushed yourself to slide across the room. Until you stopped at an opening to another leavel of the library. "If you will so kindly follow me you will find not just more books but! Your very own bedroom!"

The second leave did in fact have more books but off to the side right under one of the large Windows was a bed, wardrobe, chairs all set up.

"Oh...y/n There was no need for this at all! The room I'm staying in is more than enough!..."

"Please don't be so modest Aziraphale! How else was I supposed to thank you?"

He smiled and walked over to the near arrangement and you followed. "Well...what do you think? You like it I hope?"

"I do my lady..thank you very much!"

You grinned and walked over to a chair sittinging in it with your legs draped over one of the arm rests.

"Good. Now I've been meaning to ask you something.."

Aziraphale was already pulling books from there respective place on the shelves and admiring them. "Yes?"

"Tell me about your friend Crowley...there's something about him that's was very-"

"You will stay away from him!" he snapped causing you to jump. Forgive me but... during these hard times with your father in bed an army not ready to be comanded by you who knows what he might pull!"

You sat up intreuged. "I thought you said he was a friend?"

"He is."

"Well then why do you speak of him so illy? Has he wronged you? Is he really that dangerous? OH! Is he a sourcer who's not to be trusted because just like in the stories he's sent to curse me?"

"What? no! that...that's ridicules!"

"Then tell me why stay away? Why won't you talk to me about him?" You had gotten up and crossed the room to him now. "He's...he's done some not very good things in the past...and I wouldn't trust him."

"He could be a changed man."

"Perhaps.... but not now." you frowened deeply. "Alright well then...you ought to make me warry of places I might happen to stumble upon him...you know for my saftey." you smiled sweetly at him as he thought for a moment knowing your plan had worked. "Well stay away from that castle on the outskirts of town...that looks like a place He would hide out...and any pubs-"

"Lady y/n!?" both of you ran to the railing and looked over it seeing a maid.

"Yes?"

"Are you aware of the time? Either of ya?"

Aziraphale gasped as he spotted the time on the grandfather clock in his new room. "Good heavens you should be asleep by now!"

"Aziraphale I'm not a child I do Not need a bed time!"

"You do when you've got plans arranged for tomorrow. Hurry up off to bed with you!" Aziraphale quickly ushered you down the latter.

"Alright I'm going!" you slid down the latter and followed the maid out of the library and too your room.

As soon as your room door was shut you locked it and ran around your room gathering a few things before pushing open your window and tossing a rope from it. You grabbed your lanttern and began the climb down the rope to head to the stables.

Meanwhile Crowley sat distraught on the throne in the old dark and dank castle. He finally sat up in the chair and snapped his fingers lighting the rows of candels lining the wall's. The castle had been abandoned for years leaving it in awful shape.

He had checked and all the rooms where still intact for the most part as of the former owner just vanished along with the staff.

He stood up from the chair and walked through the castle coming across and old shattered mirror. "What happened to you? You used to be good at this stuff." Crowley examined himself in the thousands of fragmented pecies sadly pulling his shaded off to look at his yellow eyes.

"Crowley!" he jumped back from the mirror as another less than pleasent to look at demon made an appearance in the mirror. "Haster!? What are you doing here?"

"I'm calling to check and see that you finished the job?"

"No....not yet...but I'm getting there! It isn't easie killing a princess you know!"

Haster frowned. "If you don't do it soon some one will be forced to take over the job for you!" and just like that the reflection melted back to his own. Crowley growled and kicked the mirror causing shards to fall to the floor.

He slid his shades back as he storemed out to the garden at the front of the castle. Which was probably the best looking part it the entire place. And the only thing Crowley cared about taking care of.

Besides a few over grown vines and weeds here and there.it was absolutely beautiful. Stone paths separated different patched of plants, marble benches sat in between a few of the plant arrangments and on the other end sat a gazebo which had lights strung up on it's railing leading down the step and into the other thousands of lanterns that lit up the stone paths.

Crowley sighed sitting on a bench looking at one of the many over grown flowers that had climbed it's way into the bench. "You don't understand...she had these big beautiful eyes..." He brushed one of the petals with his finger and continued. "They where filled with excitement! And-" he groned and got up quickly. "How is it a girl stopped me!?...I need to figure this out!"

"I believe I hear a damsel in distress." Crowley stopped and turned towards the gate's where you had entered holding your lantern up illuminating your face. "Perhaps I may be of assistance?"

"Princess Y/n? What brings you here? And in the dead of night?"

"I am queen I have the right to go where I please do I not? Besides I got curiouse about you sir Crowley."

He smirked. "You do know what curiousity did to the cat right?"

"Lucky thing they have more than just the one life."

"I suppose it is a lucky thing." you pulled your hood of a smiled. "You have a wonderful garden here...could use some tending too. Crolwey watched you carefully as you admired a rose Bush.

He could do it now he thought. Aziraphale wasn't with you, You where distracted no one not a soul would know. Instead he plucked a lilac from it's stem and sat next to you offering it to you.

"Oh thank you!" you took it turning it over in your hand. "Now tell me again your higness why go out of your way this evening to find me? Have I really made such a lasting impression on you?"

He flashed you a charming yet hopeful grin You in turn rolled your eyes. "No I'm afraid to inform you that you where not as charming as you be live...actually I wanted to know more about you...Aziraphale told me you two are...where? Friends-"

"We are."

"Then not very good ones if he wants me to stay away from you."

Crowley frowned. "He said that?" you nodded. "I mean you don't plan on cursing me do you?"

He stopped and looked at you with a serious menacing look. "If I did I wouldn't tell you now would I?"

You hummed. "I suppose not..." you both looked at each other before laughing about it a bit.

"Crowley...sir-"

"No no it's alright call me Crowley."

"Fair enough you may call me y/n No princess bussnies...but I do really want to know what happened between you and Aziraphale."

He stopped and thought for a moment. He couldn't just come out and say. "Oh well you see my lady I'm actually a demon and well your guardian there is an Angel."

No so instead he thought something up quickly.

"Well me and Aziraphale where knights at one point...and during that we where fourced to separate sides I was fourced to do things I'm not exactly proud of or wanted to do...and Aziraphale had other holyer than thou duties to fufill....so We sorta just separated."

You frowned. "Well...maybe...What if! I convinced Aziraphale you aren't bad! You can be trusted! Then you'd have your best friend back...not to mention me!"

"Thank you but no thank you." He got up and started heading back into the castle. "Come on!" you stood up and followed him.

He stoped outside of the doors and looked at you. The idea that he could get close enough to you and earn back Aziraphale trust just enough to finish the job was the only reason he said. "Alright fine I'll let you try."

You lit up and something in Crowley fluttered upon seeing you so excited.

"And I know just how to do it!"

"Oh really?" he steped inside and you followed. "My coronation is coming up. You should be there! Give you the chance to prove you aren't evil like he believe's!"

"Tell me something y/n why do you care?"

In all honesty you wheren't sure why you cared. There was something about him that intreged you. "Consider it a thank you for the other day."

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