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WOOOOO i managed to write 5k words again today!! the autism is winning
#â.txt#currently the fanfic is just. relationship drama with an Ominous Threat looming in the background#'relationship drama' theres barely any real drama its just 3 gay idiots who have never been in love before LOL#im having so much fun with this RAHHHHHHHH i hope u guys like it when i finally post it after 380428028025 years of writing#(realistically if i write about 2.5-3 chapters a day uhhhhhh i should be done in a week or so???? if i keep it up at the same rate im going#(i really want to finish before finals. i SHOULD be able to and im praying that i do)#(u guys should send me ur fav danvis/vylante/vylavis/vyladanvis hcs to motivate me even more.... if u want...... please......)
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Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!
thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:
Daniela:
ADD/ADHD representation
stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing
and iâm also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day
Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* âDaniela! Take it outside!â
followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)
hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control
especially when she gets excited
Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice
âAND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOLââ
âDani, iâm standing right here, why are you yelling?â
she loves play-fighting with her sisters
Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy theyâll wrestle with her a bit
(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela letâs Dani win, but we donât tell her that)
has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray
and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations
so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea
tactile learner
will just. touch things
âLife hard, Mothers gown softâ
can get trapped in her own head and doesnât know how to express to her family whatâs bothering her
this can make her very reserved at times and sheâll distance herself for days on end
her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. âDaniela? Are you up here?â
âHello, Mother.â Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.
âWhat are you doing up there, my love?â Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. âCassandra and Bela were arguing again. I donât like when Cassandra yells.â
Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. Sheâll speak to Bela about it later. âI havenât seen you in a few days.â Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. âCome down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.â
and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her motherâs dress.
Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: âItâs been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.â She covers her ears with her hands. âEven now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, itâs pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.â
Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. âFollow me baby, I want to show you something.â Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe thatâs why Daniela has never noticed it before. âIn here.â her mother guided.
Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.
âListen.â her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. âThis room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.â She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. âJust donât tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.â and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.
The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didnât even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.
(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what iâm talking about)
personal space? never heard of her.
loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela letâs her bc she thinks itâs just. so cute.
will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: âwell.. i guess iâm not moving for three hoursâ
Daniela: âif I run an jump at Cassandra, sheâll most certainly catch me.â *takes off in a full blown sprint*
Cassandra: âNO IM HOLDING HOT TEAââ *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*
(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains ďżźadamantly but never once moves to get her off)
Cassandra: âhey Dani, I dare you tooââ
Bela: âMother said Daniela isnât allowed to accept dares anymore.â
Daniela: âapparently I have âno regard for my personal safety.ââ
it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, itâs.... bad.
Very Very Scary when mad
turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with
dangerous and violent
much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality
came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, sheâd slash at them with her weapon.
(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)
when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.
Insane Laughâ˘ď¸
thinks itâs funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw
she often likes to find Bela when sheâs reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)
thatâs it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER
Bela:
Mamaâs (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl
needs constant reassurance thatâs sheâs doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother
INSOMNIAC
this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest
she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)
she has read almost every single book in their giant library
Cassandra doesnât understand this at all
âWhy are you always cooped up in here?â Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. âThis is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.â her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, âYou think your so much better than me.â Bela sighed and closed her book. She didnât want to do this again. âNo. I donât.â she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. âYouâre so boring.â
because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things
Daniela, daydreaming: âI wonder why grass is green.â
Bela, immediately: âthe pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.
Dani, confused as fuck: ....
Cass: âBitch, how do you even know that?â
Belaâs sisters just end up using her as Google
âHey Bela, how far away is the moon?â â238,900 miles.â
âHey Bela, how many different climates are there?â âTwelveâ
âHey Bela, whatâs the worlds deadliest poison?â âBotulinum... why?â âNo reason.â âDani. WHY?â
âHey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?â Bela, ďżźconcerned: âCassandra why wouldââ âHOW MUCH?â âWell... are all the teeth still in tact?â â...No.â âThan only about $500.â âFUCK.â
âHey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back andââ âDaniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.â
she is so quiet
and not just because she doesnât talk very loud or even much at all. sheâs just So. Silent. when she moves
just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach
even Daniela canât hear her coming, which is saying something
Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....
Bela, suddenly right next to her: âHey I was wondering ifâ stop screaming, itâs meâ have you seen Mothers lipstick? Itâs missing.â
refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task
Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.
(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)
Anxietyâ˘ď¸
sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.
overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist
this makes her prone to panic attacks :(
when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters
Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she canât seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.
how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?
Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.
she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.
a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.
âBela?! Bela, is that you?â Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. âBela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.â Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.
the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. Sheâs going to be so mad. Iâm a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldnât hear anything else.
large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: âBela, my love, youâre alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.â
Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, âI-Iâm sorry, M-Mother.â
Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. âWhat are you sorry for, my love?â this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.
âNow Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,â she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. âI need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what iâm telling you to.â Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. âYouâre doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.â a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. âGood baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, youâre doing so good.â Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.
Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. âWhat a good girl, you did so well.â Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. âIâm sorry Mother.â came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. âI failed you, I couldnât stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Whereâs Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you Iâm so sorry Iââ
âQuiet.â Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Motherâs arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. âBela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.â Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. âYou have nothing to apologize for. This is not youâre fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing wonât bother us any longer, I took care of it.â
âButââ Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. âGood girl.â Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Motherâs sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.
Bela suddenly shoots up. âDaniela, Cassandra, are theyââ âTheyâre fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didnât know where you were, thatâs why I was so worried.â Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Motherâs chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. âIâm going to go check on them.â
She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: âI wonât fail you again, Mother.â and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.
(am I projecting again? idk help)
can play the piano
no like you donât understand, she is so good at piano
this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel
sheâll play for hours on end, if she starts a new ďżźpiece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly
she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf
while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.
âWell Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?â
Bela, already climbing over the railing: âHm?â
and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.
*ahem* I went overboard again didnât I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.
#no seriously iâm having so much fun with this#resident evil#RE8#resident evil 8#resident evil 8: village#re8:v#resident evil headcanons#resident evil village#cassandra dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu headcannon#bela dimitrescu headcannon#daniela dimitrescu headcannon#alcina dimitrescu headcannon#mine#dimitrescu family#dimitrescu daughters
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Part Ten. Faces
warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)
behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist
A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!
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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.
The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.
But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.
Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.
Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.
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Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.
A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.
"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.
After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.
"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."
"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"
Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."
"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"
"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."
This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.
"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.
"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"
Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"
"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.
"I seriously will kick you out of my house."
"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.
"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."
"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.
The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.
*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*
Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.
A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.
She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.
"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.
"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"
"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"
"Okay."
"Just okay? What's up?"
"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"
There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't haveâ"
"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.
"âsaid things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorryâ"
"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."
"Oh. Really?"
"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.
"Oh. Then why...?"
She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."
"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don'tânone of us think those things about you."
"I know."
"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."
Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?
"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."
Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.
"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."
"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."
He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"
She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"
"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."
"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to itâ"
"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."
She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."
Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didnât need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.
Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.
She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.
"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.
"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.
Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."
"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."
"Can I see it when you're done?"
"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."
"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."
"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"
"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."
She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."
"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.
"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."
"Disgusting!"
A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"
Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."
"Are you talking to Bugsy?"
He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"
"Hi, Sapnap!"
"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."
"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."
A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.
"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."
"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."
"That's punishing yourself too though."
"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.
"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."
She had been caught. "It was implied."
"Sure it was."
"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"
He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.
Her smile dropped. "Clay?"
"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.
To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.
"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"
His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"
She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."
"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."
"Whatever."
"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"
"Very scary."
"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.
"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."
"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"
"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."
Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."
"Who knows if I'll actually go?"
"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."
"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."
Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.
"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."
"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.
"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.
"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.
She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.
He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"
"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"
He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."
"IâWhat? CLAY! WHAT?"
"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"
She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.
"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.
"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???
"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.
She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.
His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.
Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.
She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"
She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."
"Aw cute, I made you blush."
"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"
"You didn't have toâyou showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"
"Sure you were."
"I was."
"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."
"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"
"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."
He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.
This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.
"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.
There was a long pause. "W-what?"
"Y/n."
He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."
"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."
"I would have been content never knowing."
"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.
"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."
It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.
"Bug? You okay?"
"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."
"Sorry."
"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.
He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."
"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.
"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.
"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"
He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."
She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.
"By the way, check Twitter."
"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.
"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."
She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.
"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.
Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.
"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."
"Booooo," he pouted.
"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.
"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"
She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."
Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.
"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.
"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."
"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."
"It's okay when I have people like you."
"People like me? What does that mean?"
"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.
She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."
"Goodnight."
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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (ŕšâáşâŕš)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *
Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]
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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you werenât only attracted to the world and its setting.
No no.
The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. Youâd been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldnât be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasnât the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.
Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ď˝((ÎŚâÎŚ)⥠>
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Lucifer
He usually doesnât mind you playing games
Although, He wouldâve preferred if you didnât cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?
But hey heâs not stopping you
Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he canât seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him
Small little âpleaseâ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.
He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat
You didnt seem to pick up the hint though
He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back
âLUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!â
You show him the screen showing your pull results
The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair
Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble
âI seriously love him, Im so happy...â
Bro same though, Diluc pls come home
You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Prideâs... well.... Pride.
Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?
Truly outrageous.
He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work
But boy oh boy, his salt is high
âIf you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.â
His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.
You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that
like
how dare
But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.
Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.
Angey.
Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside
You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit
âAwww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you moreâ
Potential apocalypse has been diverted
But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says
âI love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...â
Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched
( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)
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ÎŁ(âââââ) Mammon
Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!
Heâs your first man!
Your homie!
âYeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?â
S A D N E S S
But for real, this man is just so clingy
He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.
But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back
But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.
Heâd prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?
But no, you still werent interested.
âOi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?â
âI already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!â
Wait no--
Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!
Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.
But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone
âHey! whats the big deal Mammon?!â
âShut up and show me where the store is geezâ
Mammonâs demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--
ohâŚ
OH
âMammon! Wait you dont have to---â
âThere! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre calledâ
He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.
You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!
You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick âBut... But why though?â
âCuz! If you start cryinâ Luciferâs gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!â
âBut I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?â
âw-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...â Hes dying, help
But so are you!
Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!
Flusterred boi 100
But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon
He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you
but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)
But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...
kinda...
He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now
Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.
But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.
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ă˝(ă_°)ă Leviathan
He probably wasnât even interested on the game at first
He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy
But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click
Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!
You do share your interests to him almost immediately
By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for
The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking assâs brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool
You explain it all!
From their lore to their voice lines and whatever
But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?
Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!
As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....
It made you pout, but then, it made you worried
Uh-oh you know that look
its that, âim overthinkingâ look
So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can
âNeed Grimm for your thoughts?â
He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong
It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling
In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it
but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining
âYou... feel jealous?â
âUgh d-dont say it out loud normie....â
He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.
âLevi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?â
Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry
Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?
Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon
Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...
âMC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...â Levi exe do be dying
But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek
âI think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!â You wink at him and Levi just dips
his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen
but for real he did pass out
Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush
But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy
its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you
He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happenÂ
He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account
true gamer
But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy
I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan
Probably lowkey for now
Afterall she looks like a minor so-----
( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )
But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too
Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird
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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol ă( ̄âłďżŁă)
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Brightest Blue (series)
PART ELEVEN
Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings:Â talk of sex and such, feelings Summary: Â Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.
Notes: alright, this is terribly late again because im a depressed snail at heart, but its longer than usual, so i hope that makes up for it. If you read my fic at all, i love you. If you interact with this fic in anyway, i want to wed you.Â
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MASTERPOST
You woke up in a daze of fuzzy but pleasant memories. You were trying to blink the sleep from your eyes when Josh entered your line of sight. He had emerged from the hallway, completely naked save for the necklace heâd been in the night before, little water droplets slipping from his curls to his shoulders.Â
You shot up in bed, and as you did, the comforter fell away from your body. It took you a moment for you to realize that it was the air hitting your bare skin that was making you feel chilled, but it didnât last long. Your face turned beet red as you quickly picked the sheet back up to cover yourself.Â
He was giving you an odd look - somewhere between amused and concerned. âAre you alright?â he tried cautiously, still standing there stark naked.Â
âJosh! You canât just walk around naked,â you complained, stuttering on your words as they came out.Â
He snorted a laugh. âWhat? First of all, this is my room. Second of all, itâs a little late to try and protect your modesty.â
You rolled your eyes at him until you realized what he was talking about. âOh my god, we had sex last night,â you whispered to him like it was a secret, a tiny smile on your lips.Â
He nodded, breathing a laugh. âYeah.â
You experimentally shifted in your seat before grimacing up at him. âThat would explain why Iâm sitting in a damp spot.â
You could only describe the laugh that escaped him as a cackle, honest and unabashed. âGross.â
You had to say you agreed with him.Â
There was a cautious moment, where you stared at each other, both unsure of what to say.Â
âAre we good?â he tried quietly like he was a little scared of what you were going to say.
You patted the spot next to you and he clambered in as he was told. You leaned against him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.Â
âOf course, we are,â you assured, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.Â
âIf itâs going to make you feel better to pretend it didnât happen, I wouldnât be mad.â
You pulled away and looked up at him with a frown. âWhat are you talking about?â
He shrugged, sporting a nervous smile. âI just donât want you to be uncomfortable.â
You heaved a big sigh, shifting to look into his eyes. âJosh, I want you to listen to me really carefully, okay?â
He nodded.
You slowly reached up to cup one side of his face in your hand. âI donât regret it - actually, I had a really nice night. I just think that it would be best for everyone involved if it didnât happen again. We probably shouldnât be romantic...or naked around each other.â
The expression he wore seemed like an understanding one, at least to you.
âYou want me to make pancakes? Maybe chocolate chip banana?â you offered, giving him a cheeky smile.Â
He couldnât help but match it. âYes. Youâre probably going to want to put your tits away first though.â
âYou first,â you quipped, smacking the back of your hand against his peck.Â
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The rest of the weekend, the two of you spent watching Christmas movies on the couch (even though the holiday was more than a month away) while you worked on sewing the costumes. Josh had offered to ask the theater department if you could borrow a sewing machine, but you had been way too afraid of it to try and use it, so it sat in your room alone. That did, however, leave you to sew 26 costumes by hand. Well, more like 24, since Rachel had two of them mostly done.Â
You were finding it oddly fun though, even though your fingers hurt by the fifth stitch or so. The hardest part was making sure you worked on the basics of every costume first - your instinct was to work on one at a time until it was perfect, but you knew you had to be smart about time management. Luckily, even though it was only near mid-November, Michiganâs weather was lovably unpredictable. The weather station had called for snow only through the weekend, but, in reality, it was Monday evening by the time it was done dumping snow - giving you a full three day weekend.Â
Kate had been sending you pictures of the pieces of the set she had taken home with her to work on, and you couldnât hide how impressed you were with her work. You would almost be offended at how good it looked if you hadnât known she was an Art History major with a heavy side of sculpture work.Â
In the last two weeks before the production, you barely got to see Josh. He would walk you to school, but then you usually wouldnât see him for the entire rest of the day. You tried to wait up for him on Thursday night, but you ended up falling asleep on the couch, and woke at 1 am to him gently patting your shoulder.Â
âHey, you should get up and go to your bed.â
You blinked up at him, sitting up and brushing your sleep-mussed hair from your eyes.Â
âYouâre home so late,â you scolded half-heartedly, pulling your borrowed sweatshirt closer to your face.Â
âI know, sorry. Thereâs still a lot to do, especially after we got snowed in last weekend,â he replied, sitting gingerly on the armrest.Â
âI told you that Iâm happy to help however I can.â
He smiled at you, but you had to admit that he looked over-tired. Youâd been watching him burn the candle at both ends for three days straight. âItâs a lot of stuff that only I can do. Like going over the music and making the final set diagrams.â
You hummed in understanding as a response.Â
âWant me to carry you to bed? You can come sleep in mine if you want,â he offered through a crinkly-nosed smile.Â
You grinned back at him, genuine at first, but it quickly turned melancholy. âJosh,â you said under your breath. âIâd love that, but I donât think itâs good for us to share a bed anymore.â
His expression fell, face turning blank. He nodded at you, standing and giving you a disappointed smile. âSleep well,â he wished, patting your shoulder again once before retreating to his room.Â
You stayed on the couch for a while, your knees tucked up to your chest, as you sat in your guilt. You had known it was stupid of you to have ever let things turn anything other than platonic with him - it had been undeniably fun, but he was your roommate, for fuckâs sake. You had to see him every day, eat your meals with him. Had you not selfishly let yourself go there in the first place, youâd be cuddled up beside him tonight.Â
It had been so lovely having any kind of affection - platonic or otherwise - that you let yourself get carried away.Â
When you finally got up and went to bed, Joshâs light was still on, his door shut for one of the first times since you moved in.Â
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Kate took you out for breakfast on Saturday morning to a local hole-in-the-wall that she swore had the very best pancakes sheâd ever eaten. She had shown up in a puffer jacket that looked so warm, it made you jealous.Â
Youâd been chatting easily about your classes and the play, but when you had finished your first cup of coffee, there was a lull in the conversation.Â
You hadnât meant to say it, it just bubbled out. âI slept with Josh.â
She glanced up at you through her jet black lashes, stony-faced. âYeah,â she replied, way too calm, sounding like she was wondering why you were even telling her.
You blinked at her for a moment. âDid you hear me? I had sex with Josh.â
She nodded. âDo you want me to pretend like Iâm shocked?â
You grimaced at her, and in a whiny tone, responded, âYes, please.â
A nervous laugh escaped her as she fixed her features to display a surprised expression. âYou did what?!â she asked - purely for your benefit.Â
You groaned at her. âOkay, I get it. I feel so bad about it, Kate.â
Her cherry lips shaped into a puzzled frown. âWhy?â
A deep sigh filled your ribcage - you had been hoping it would clear your head, but no luck.Â
âBecause I desperately miss being able to be platonically intimate with him and it not being awkward. Before this, I was sleeping in his bed from time to time when I got too cold and we would cuddle.â
âWhy canât you go back to that?âÂ
âAre you listening? I slept with him,â you groaned. âAll I can think about is him on top of me now.â
She scoffed, her chipped nails tapping against her glass of diet Coke. âImagine how he feels - Josh had real, honest to god feelings for you, I think. Like for a while.â
âYou said that, but I donât know. How do you know that he didnât just want to sleep with me? Like not in a conscious way, but what if he just wanted affection? What then, Kate?â
She had one dark eyebrow raised at you as she sipped at her straw. âBecause I know thatâs not true.â
âHow would you be able to know that? Because you see him sometimes at school-âÂ
She cut you off with a confident smile. âI know because I talked to Jake about it.â
You almost blew past it - that is until you realized what she had said. The two of you shared a long, silent moment as you stared at each other.Â
âYouâve been talking to Jake?â you asked, trying to keep your tone even so she didnât know how excited that made you.Â
âI have talked to him in the past, yes. He said that he already knew, but he was able to pry it out of Josh when he was drunk once.âÂ
You stared at her. âOkay, thereâs a lot to unpack here right now, I think we can both agree with that. But can we start with you and Jake?âÂ
She huffed a disbelieving laugh as she set her hand on yours on the table comfortingly like she was trying to cushion the news. âJosh has some feelings for you - the real kind.â
In an effort to prolong the moment that it was time for you to speak again, you picked up a bite of your breakfast and popped it in your mouth. The moment always comes though, no matter how long you try to put it off.Â
âI canât,â you said quietly, shaking your head in disappointment. Then when she prompted you with a confused look, you finished. âI canât risk it. I mean, maybe there could be something there, but heâs my roommate. And my best friend - thereâs no way Iâd ever get lucky enough again to find someone I connected with like that if things went sour and I had to move out.â
She licked her lips absently. âMy advice would be to think about it - for literally as long as you need to. Iâm confident that youâll figure out what you want.â
You nodded, not entirely convinced one way or another. âItâs hard because heâs so fucking cute,â you said in faux disgust.Â
âAnd sweet,â she added. âDonât forget that.â
You shot her an accusatory look.Â
After a long pause, a smile found its way to your lips. âHow cool would it be though if we were both dating one of them?âÂ
She laughed, picking a syrup-covered strawberry off her plate and chewing it with care. âNot me, I canât be tamed. Jake is really hot and everything, but I got shit to do, you know?â
You scoffed at her.Â
âIâm definitely keeping him in my contacts though,â she said with mischievous eyes.Â
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 You didnât directly see Josh for the rest of the weekend, though he left evidence of his presence scattered through the apartment. He had left his hair mousse out on the sink and the toothpaste cap off of its tube in the bathroom, some crumbs of a sandwich he packed for lunch in the kitchen, and a note on his bedroom door.Â
Can you please feed Penny a couple of flakes for dinner? If you have any time today, Iâd appreciate it if you could spend some of it with her. See you sometime soon! - J
You plucked the paper off the door where it was barely hanging by a thin strip of green floral tape and smiled as you read it again.Â
His bedroom was dim, hid away from the sun by his closed blinds. The desk by his door was covered in books - textbooks, music books, books for his English lit class, and one youâd seen him reading for fun on more than one occasion. On the hardwood floor next to his bed was a stack of papers, and even though you knew you shouldnât you crouched to peek through them.Â
They appeared to be rough drafts of plans for the play - nothing too exciting, but they were charmingly eccentric. He had done little doodles of his ideas for sets and props, even a whole sheet of costume ideas that caught your eye. You pulled it from the messy stack and folded it into your pocket.Â
Careful not to spill any water, you moved Penny in her globe to your bedside table, but as you stared at her through the glass you frowned.Â
You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of her, trying to make sure you got an accurate portrayal of her size. She looked at you, sticking her lips out of the water in search of food. You remembered Joshâs warning about overfeeding her the first day youâd met him and it brought a genuine smile to your lips. You promised her youâd be back, holding your finger just above the water and letting her press her mouth to it.Â
On the ride over to Petsmart, you had called your mom, asking if it would be okay if you borrowed some cash, to which she agreed to after her usual line of questioning. When you pulled into the parking lot, you checked your bank account just to make sure it transferred okay, always nervous that youâd get to the register and your card would decline.
You spent longer than you should have reading articles online as you studied the tanks, all set up in rows for purchase. They werenât as expensive as youâd expect a water-sealed glass box to be, and after you were confident you had picked the right one, you still had plenty left in your budget for the dressings.Â
You picked a couple of fun decorations - a fake log for her to hide in if she wanted to and one that looked like part of a broken Greecian statue. The part that took you the longest was picking out the healthiest-looking plants. You had read that goldfish often like to eat live plants, but you couldnât bring yourself to buy fake ones - the plant lover in you knew it was a cardinal sin.Â
A very kind cashier agreed to help you carry your haul to your car, even helping you shift it all correctly so you could make it fit. You left him a secret tip, even though he denied at first, and thanked him profusely.
Getting the tank into the apartment was the hardest part. You realized just how lucky you were that you didnât live above the first floor.Â
By the time you got the tank situated back on his dresser, your muscles - especially in your legs - were protesting, but you werenât done yet. You grabbed an empty ice cream pail and started to fill the tank, one trip at a time until it was about 3/4âs full of water.Â
The decorations had to be shifted multiple times before you liked their position enough to start pouring in the gravel around them. A Youtube tutorial taught you exactly how much of each chemical to add and how to put together the filter, and then you left it to cycle as you returned to your room.
Perched on your bed, you pulled the sheet of costumes from your pocket and studied it. You pinned it to your corkboard. Undeniably, the cutest design he had come up with was for the door mouse - grey fabric, huge ears, and a rope tail.Â
The rest of the unfinished costumes were in a cardboard box by the side of your bed - you hadnât moved it anywhere because you knew youâd be back at it before too long at any given time. You bent down off the side of your bed and rummaged through the different fabrics until you found the one you were looking for - a grey-blue faux suede deal. You were pretty sure you had enough to make it work.Â
You fished your phone out from where you had buried it under the covers when you shifted and called the one person that could help.Â
âHello?â Kate mumbled, sounding like youâd just woken her up despite it being noon.Â
You giggled at her. âHi, Iâm playing my best friend card. I know youâve helped so much, but can you please please come work on these costumes with me?â
She hummed and then went silent for a good, long moment. âGive me ten to wake up and get dressed.â
A beaming smile spread across your face. âKate, I love you so much. Iâm going to Venmo you money to get coffee and donuts, okay?â
âHmm, I do like donuts.â She sounded pleased.
âGood! Bring Jake too.â
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The knock on your door came a half-hour later. You jumped from your bed, racing to let them in. Jake was dressed in the softest-looking flannel shirt youâd ever seen, a drink carrier in his hands that housed three drink cups.Â
âOkay, so there are three jobs that need to be done. Measuring and marking, cutting, and sewing. If we each take one of those jobs, Iâm confident we can finish a couple of the costumes today. Iâll let you guys pick first,â you informed as you lead them into your room.Â
âIâll take cutting,â Kate said, prompting Jake to reply that heâd like measuring.Â
You handed Jake the notebook of measurements with a grin. âRachel,â you started with a sneer. âDid a lot of the calculations for us, thank god. All you have to do is measure out the fabric. The tricky part is making sure you do it in a way that will leave enough fabric for the rest of the costumes.â
âNot a problem,â Jake responded with a smirk. âAnd I think her name is just âRachelâ, not âRachelâ.â
Kate shot him a look on your behalf. âI think she was just making a referencing the fact that Rachel left your brother with a huge ass list of things to do completely alone, not that she was jealous.â
âJealous of what?â you asked accusatorily, a scowl painted on your face.Â
Jake put both of his hands up in defense., but he didnât appear apologetic in the slightest. Smugly, he said, âIâm just saying-â
Kate reached out and smacked his chest. âJake, shut up. Okay, what one should we start on?â
âIâm going to have Jake start with this one.â You turned to the page in the notebook that showed the measurements for the door mouse, laying it out by him. âThis is the main fabric. Kate, I have a lot of the Queen of Heartâs fabric measured and marked already, so Iâll have you start cutting that. Thereâs a lot of little pieces to that one.â
Kate looked at the six different fabrics youâd laid out for her, one eyebrow cocked at you. âHave you been getting any of your own homework done at all?â
Your cheeks flushed as you nervously rubbed at the back of your neck. âLetâs stay on track, shall we?â you replied, pretty much answering her question. âWeâve got one week until the production, and I know the costumes have to be done at least a day ahead of time.â
They both just stared at you in varying stages of disbelief.Â
âDonât look at me like that. We can do this,â you assured, sounding a hell of a lot more confident than you actually were. âNow letâs get to work.â
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When Josh got home, you were nearly sleeping on the couch, the remains of your current project in your lap. You peeked at the clock.
10:54 pm.Â
âYouâre home so late,â you whispered, for no particular reason.Â
âI know,â he agreed, wiping his hand over his face after he took his jacket off.Â
âCome sit with me a minute,â you requested, shifting so he would have space. He gave you a grateful smile, immediately crossing the room to do as he was told.Â
After a moment, he cautiously wrapped an arm around your shoulders. âIs this okay?â he asked quietly.Â
You gave him a smile. âYeah, itâs perfect.â
You knew he must have been tired because he wasnât talking a mile a minute like you were used to after not seeing him for long.Â
âAre you hungry?â you asked.
He hummed, sounding like he was close to passing out. âI am, but I can make myself something.â
You scoffed, âAbsolutely not. You got get into bed and Iâll bring something to you in a second.â
He reluctantly got up off the couch and clambered into his room. You waited patiently for him to notice the surprise, grinning to yourself when you heard him gasp.Â
You listened as you made him a sandwich, and you couldnât hear exactly what he was saying, but you knew he was talking to Penny just by the tone of his voice.
As you rounded the corner into his room, he turned and gave you a smile as bright as the sun.Â
âDid you do this, or did Fish Santa come early?â he asked, his finger pressed against the glass of the tank.Â
âWell, kind of both,â you responded through a laugh as you sat next to him on the bed and delivered his sandwich to his lap. âYou can consider it your early Christmas present.â
He stared at you for a long beat, looking like he might cry. You knew youâd never be able to handle that, so you pulled him in for a hug, tightening your arms around him when he hugged you back.Â
âYouâve been working so hard,â you whispered. âI miss my best friend.â
He turned his face, pressing his nose into your cheek in a move that felt a step or two farther than friends.
âIâve put everything I have into this,â he admitted, and you were too scared to ask if he meant the play or something else. You sat like that with him for a long moment before he pulled away, giving you a thankful smile.Â
âIâm sure you need time to decompress, so Iâll leave you be. Eat and then get some sleep, okay?â You stood and headed for the door, turning when he called your name.Â
âThank you,â he said.
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Much Ado About Nothing (5/6)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,747
Warnings: none! wedding stuff?Â
A/N: happy new year yall hope everyone had a safe one! das all imma say tho im keeping my mouth shut about 2021 i aint risking shit anyway enjoy this chapter :P
MAIN MASTERLIST | MUCH ADO MASTERLIST
For being given a week, the ballroom looks immaculate. Satin drapes and tablecloths of cream and white cover the room, gold and olive green accents strewn throughout. The handful of tables in the room have large centerpieces of small white flowers, thin branches, and delicate leaves, as well as a lace trim around the vase they rest in. A warm toned light makes the room look bigger than it is and the dancefloor welcoming for everyone.
The wedding guests include the team, of course, some of Sharonâs family that were able to make it in such short notice, and anyoneâs dates were welcomed. Sam brought a date himself, Sharon extended the invitation to some agents sheâd been training over the last few months, and she told you invite those who worked in the lab with you.
She insisted, in fact.
Sharon banished you and Nat to the ballroom, while she finished getting ready, wanting to have a few minutes by herself before the wedding started. You assume Steve felt similarly when you see Sam and Bucky enter the ballroom and merge together with the rest of the team. You linger by the bar, hoping to get a bit of liquid courage before the party starts, but to your dismay, the bar doesnât open until after the ceremony.
You also donât want to take a seat because youâll be one of Sharonâs bridesmaids, along with Nat. You and her wear matching warm brown dresses with a slit on the side, tying in with the neutral and woodsy tones going on throughout the rest of the wedding. Sam and Bucky wear brown bow ties and you assume theyâre taking the role of Steveâs groomsmen. You pray you donât have to walk with Bucky.
As more and more people take their seats, you find Nat and meet the other boys at the back of the room.
âSam already claimed me.â She tells you cheekily as she loops her arm through Samâs bent elbow.
Of course he did. You sigh and begrudgingly loop your own arm through Buckyâs as he smirks. While the group of you wait for the music to start to indicate your time to begin walking, you take in the man standing next to you.
He smells crisp and clean, his cologne smelling fresh and flooding your senses with lavender, rosemary, and cedarwood. His bicep is ginormous in your hand and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him through his suit jacket that he wears. He cleans up really nicely. Not that youâll tell him, but youâll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the night.
Buckyâs mind goes through a similar thought process. Your skin is shiny and smooth, and he imagines you applied lotion while getting ready with the other girls. Maybe there hints of glitter in whatever cream you use, because to him, it looks like youâre glowing. You smell like the sweetest of roses and juiciest of fruits, and you look good enough for him to take a bite. He wonât give you the satisfaction of a compliment - God knows the argument that would lead to - but he imprints this vision of you in his mind to remember.
Finally, Steve enters the ballroom and makes his way towards the front of the room and any few people left standing take their seats. As people settle, Steve adjusts his jacket and glances over the room to take in all of his loved ones in one room. He glances over to where John sits alongside Leila and Kennedy, the two other lab interns that work under you, heâs come to learn about. He briefly wonders what John is thinking about, if he thinks his plan worked, if he thinks Steve is going to cause a huge scene in front of everyone, accusing Sharon of cheating in some big explosion. He wonders what Johnâs reaction will be when he witnesses him marry the most beautiful woman in the world, kissing her to solidify their love.
He canât wait.
Soon enough the music starts and Nat and Sam begin down the aisle, you and Bucky following after. For someone that has hated the idea of love for so long, walking down the aisle like this feels really great. Youâre not sure if it's the anticipation for the bride, or the decorations, or the huge hunk of handsome soldier guiding you down to the front of the room, but it makes you feel tingly all over. Almost makes you want a wedding of your own. Almost.
As Bucky makes his way down the aisle with you on his arm, he meets Steveâs eye, who gives him a smirk that looks a lot like I told you so. He ignores it, though. He knows heâll get picked on later, but for now, he enjoys having you so close to him. Youâre close to him outside of the lab, outside of a mission, outside of an argument. Youâre close to him, holding onto his arm like youâre his girl in a sweet silence. He can almost get used to this. Almost.
Once everyoneâs in their place, the rest of the guests rise as the music changes and Sharon enters the ballroom. Her dress is beautiful; a lacy brassiere top to connect the flowing train, all of the silk following her walk, making her elegant and glowing. Her hair is lightly curled and there are a few white flowers pinned around the back of her head, matching the rest of the room.
The officiant reads everything they have to and Steve and Sharon share their vows, causing everyone in the room to shed a tear or two. Nat and Sam find it particularly amusing to see you and Bucky wipe a few tears as well, seeming to get foggy eyed in spite of their hatred for love. Theyâre too busy silently teasing their friends to notice the fume coming from Johnâs ears, realizing his plan didnât work the way he wanted it to.
Thereâs still time, he thinks. Maybe Steve didnât want to make a big, public fuss. Yeah, once everything is over, heâll take her upstairs and theyâll talk and soon enough theyâll announce that theyâre marriage is over! Shorter than the Kardashians.
Finally, Steve and Sharon kiss to seal their marriage, sharing their official first kiss as husband and wife. Cheers and clapping erupt in the room as the couple makes their way back down the aisle, Nat, Sam, you, and Bucky following after. The lights dim a bit and the bar opens as the music changes to encourage people to mingle and dance until the couple emerges once more.
âWhatâs the matter, donât like weddings?â You tease John, coming up behind him, your voice making him jump from leaning against the bar the way he was.
âUh - No, not really.â He says, turning to face you, feeling awkward as he talks to his boss after trying to sabotage her best friendâs wedding.
âThey grow on you.â Buckyâs deep voice makes him jump once more as it comes behind him, forcing him to turn away from you and face him, staring at his towering stance.
âUhm -â John stumbles as he realizes heâs cornered against the bar by you and Bucky.
âDid you really think youâd get away with it? I mean, youâre surrounded by spies and an artificial intelligence system that records everything in the tower.â Bucky tells him.
Johnâs eyes widen as they glance between you and Bucky, realizing where he went wrong in his plan. I shouldâve figured out a way to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Or at least get rid of any footage of what I did!
âNot to mention the fact that Steve and Sharon are too disgustingly in love with each other to even fall for the kind of charade you put on. In my lab, nonetheless,â You add, âSome kind of unfunny joke by an ex-lab intern.â
âEx?â John confirms.
âOh, yea. Leila and Kennedy, too. I donât want to waste my time training and giving experience and advice to the kind of people that lie, play around, and cause mischief in a lab and in a tower where some of the most important and delicate information in the world is handled. If I wanted that, Iâd have Barnes, here, as an intern.â You tell him.
âHey, I thought we were on the same team here -â Bucky tries to interject, but you smack his arm to get him back into the focus of their conversation with John.
âAnyway,â Bucky continues, âWhy donât you do us the favor of getting out of here? Weâll tell Steve and Sharon that youâre sorry you werenât feelinâ well and had to head out early. Unless, youâd like for me to get them and bring âem over here?â He slings an arm over Johnâs shoulder, leading him over to one of the exit doors, as John nods his head in agreement, accepting his defeat.
Once John has left and the wedding is officially safe again, Bucky meets you back at where you wait at the bar.
âNice job, McGeek.â He tells you, leaning on the bar next to you as you turn to face him better.
âCould say the same to you. He looked real scared there at the end.â You giggle.
âHe should be, he almost got Steveâs ass kicked by me when Sharon first told us the whole situation.â Bucky tells you, leaning just a bit closer to you.
The bartender comes over to them asking what theyâd like to drink. âWhiskey, neat, please. How bout you, Geeky?â Bucky says.
âVodka cran.â You order.
âReally? Thatâs your drink of choice?â Bucky teases.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong with it?â
âWell, I thought youâd pick a drink thatâs actually good, is all.â
âAnd here I was revelling in the fact that this was the longest conversation weâve had where weâre not at each otherâs throats.â You tell him.
âWell -â Buckyâs cut off by the dimming of the lights and change in music as Sharon and Steve enter the room again to share their first dance.
His words are forgotten as he watches his best friend dance with his bride, the two of them looking happier than Buckyâs ever seen. Bucky feels a smile bloom on his own face as he watches on; heâs so happy for Steve. He knows this is all heâs ever wanted. The girl, the marriage, the house together, the kids in the future. The happy ending. And heâs happy that despite things - or people - trying to get in the way of that, Steve still got the happy ending he deserves.
He peeks over to see you have a similar smile, admiring the love shared between your best friend and his. He gets lost staring at you as the DJ is heard inviting anyone else to join the newlyweds on the dancefloor.
He asks before his brain can filter his mouth, âDo you want to dance?â
Your head snaps over at him, a surprised expression on your face, and Bucky prepares for you to make fun of him.
âSure.â You tell him.
He doesnât risk saying anything that might change your mind, only grabbing your hand softly and leading you to the dancefloor where other couples have begun to fill in. The slow music continues as his hands find their place on the curve of your waist and yours rest on the tops of his shoulders. He feels warmth and tingles flow from the placement of your hands through his suit jacket, down his arms, and through his entire body. He looks at you and how close your face is to his, quite enjoying having you so close in his arms like this.
âDo you remember what we were talking about last night?â She finally breaks the silence.
He hums in indication that he does and for her to continue, âSo, you really donât hate me or anything?â You ask.
âNo. I donât. Actually,â He chuckles humorlessly, âI know you like me.â He confesses.
Tension floods your body. How does he know?! âNo, I don't! Not anymore than reasonable, I mean.â You deny.
Buckyâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his body still swaying with yours with the music, âOh. Well, you have Steve and Sam fooled, then, because they, uh, had me convinced.â He tells you, trying to play off his incorrect assumption.
âDo you like me?â You ask, drawing yourself just a bit closer to him, his arms moving from your waist to the small of your back.
âUh, no, no more than a friend, I mean.â Bucky lies.
âOh. Well, you have Sharon and Nat fooled, as well.â You tell him.
The two of you chuckle softly with each other at the whole situation, an attempt to hide the disappointment in each of your chests at the thought of unrequited feelings. Bucky glances back up to meet your eyes once more, eyes flickering down to look at your lips, in time to see you take your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. He looks back up at your eyes to catch you staring at his own lips. When your eyes meet his again, it's as though the two of you have a silent understanding. An understanding that you were both lying, and an understanding that you both really want to kiss each other right now.
So he does. Bucky leans in seemingly at the same time you do and presses his lips against yours in a sweet yet fiery kiss. His hands push a little harder into your back to bring you closer and your hands move to touch his neck and cheek, ensuring that his face wonât leave yours anytime soon. Everyone in the room has since disappeared; there are no wedding guests, there are no decorations, there is no music, only you and Bucky.
His lips are soft, softer than you were expecting, and he tastes of peppermint and the sip of whiskey he had, all mixed with a taste thatâs so him. His taste and his smell and the feel of his hands on your back and his chest against yours makes you want to melt to the ground in a puddle of mush. You canât believe you waited so long to kiss him.
Your lips are plump and soft. Your lipstick is fruity but he can taste the sweetness of cranberry behind it and a sweetness thatâs all you. Youâre the rarest candy heâs ever tried and heâs not sure heâll ever get enough of it. A part of his mind wants to ignore that theyâre still in public, though it certainly doesnât feel like it, and just kiss you silly for the rest of time.
The two of you finally pull away after what feels like forever and you both canât help but lick at your own lips, savoring the taste of each other. Before either of you can say anything to follow what just happened, another voice interrupts, âAbout time.â
You both turn to see Tony and Pepper, her with an admiring smile and Tony with a shit-eating grin. The two of you feel warm as you realize the rest of your friends that occupy the dancefloor are also staring at the both of you. Nat smirks from her place in Bruceâs arms, Sam winks at Bucky over the shoulder of his date, and Sharon and Steve are almost on the verge of happy tears at the sight of their best friends finally getting to be happy with each other. Even Clint and his wife smile at the two of you.
âWhat are you guys looking at, huh? Never seen a guy and gal dance together?â Bucky barks, Brooklyn accent slipping out as he chooses to pretend none of them saw the kiss that you and him shared.
âNot you two.â Steve says.
âOh, whatever! What are you guys, five years old?â Bucky asks only to be met with his friends giggling.
âWhatever. Make fun of us all you want. I donât care.â You speak up, curling your hands around the back of Buckyâs neck.
He looks back at you to meet your kind eyes with a gentle smile. Their friends continue to tease on, but you and Bucky only have eyes for each other. He ignores them and chooses to kiss you again, already craving the taste of your lips on his and the feel of your body in his arms.
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Helloooo just finished my first week's of partial exams and I came to Tumblr to relax a bit and saw that your requests are open, im so happy!!! Would it be okay for me to request a litle scenario where out in a expedition Eren gets to tired out and cant transform anymore and while they get surrounded by titans, Erwins S/o transforms into her titan form and just wipes out all the titans and everyone is just :000000 and they get back to safety
i hope you did well on your exams! :) i really like this request. it would for sure be a shocker ngl, i hope you enjoy love! <3
Erwin x Fem!Reader: Protecting Us
Warnings: None
(for sure his face when he saw titan lightning^)
Chaos rained over the land as the expedition was currently being played out. The expedition was going fine at first, nobody got hurt, no deaths, until somehow titans in large groups had appeared out of no where.
Many soldiers were deployed to take care of the titans surrounding, but most began to get eaten, or got crushed into the hands of the monsters. This prompted Commander Erwin to give the signal for Eren to transform into his titan form. It was the last and final option, and unfortunately he had to come to it.
"We have twice as many as before Commander! Eren won't be able to take them all out on his own!" Levi yelled as he stood in the tree.
(Y/N) watched as her comrades were eaten alive. She couldn't bare to watch this scene unfold in front of her. Erwin didn't know what to do. Why the hell were so many titans coming out of no where?
"Eren will be able to do it. I know he will" Erwin replied and watched as Eren threw titans around.
Thing was, these titans were going after Eren. They were trying to get at his nape, which was odd considering they were mindless titans. He couldn't hold them off forever, and it was beginning to show.
"He doesn't look good Erwin" (Y/N) said with worry in her voice.
He looked towards his lover. "He'll be fine (Y/N)... if we have to, we will retreat" he said.
She wasn't so sure if retreating was a good option. The amount of titans were insane, and everyone was starting to get tired from taking so many out. Even (Y/N) was tired, she had killed more than she could count.
All she could do was watch as Eren threw titans around. Erwin ordered everyone to not engage, and to leave it all to Eren. (Y/N) wasn't so sure about the idea.
"Sir! He's going to go down" Levi yelled and looked towards Eren.
His titan looked weak, and if he didn't get out of there he would be eaten. "Shit.." Erwin said and looked down.
Everyone watched from afar as Eren fell over. Most of the titans were now putting their attention back on the people, now they were truly fucked in this situation.
"Your orders?" (Y/N) asked and looked towards Erwin with concern.
He sighed. "I need to think, go find Hanji and the others" he replied and leaned against the tree.
She looked at him with concern. "Pardon me Erwin, but we don't have time to think! If we don't have a plan soon, we're gonna end up with more casualties" she said.
Erwin turned towards her. "Do what I said (Y/N)" he said and looked back at Eren.
She shot away along the trees. She noticed Hanji standing with Moblit in the tree. "Any word from Erwin?" Hanji asked and nodded.
(Y/N) shook her head. "No.. he's thinking of a plan, but we don't have much time" she replied and looked down at Eren's titan form.
Hanji stood up. "I'll need to go check on Eren" she said and shot down to his titan.
She stood there helplessly as the titans began to form around the trees, this made it impossible for them to move, or even retreat like Erwin said they could. At this point, the scouts had no options. It's not like they could wait for the monsters to wander off, they would have to travel during the night, but day light was far from ending.
That's until the last option popped into (Y/N)'s head.
She could potentially transform, she hadn't told anyone, but she was secretly a titan shifter. Nobody knew, not even Erwin. The girl kept it quiet, because she didn't want the government to have more reasons to try and disband the scouts.
It might be the only way they could get out of there alive, but she wasn't sure what the others would say.
"(Y/N), do you have any ideas?" Moblit asked and nodded at her.
She sighed. "No I don't... but hey Moblit, do you have a knife?" she asked.
He furrowed his brows. "Uh.. yeah. Why? It's not like a knife will do anything" he replied and reached for it in his pocket.
(Y/N) took the knife from him. "I think what is going to happen might be the only way we get out of this alive" she said and looked down.
He nodded. "What do you mean?" he asked and seemed concerned.
She fiddled with the knife. "Just trust me" she replied and jumped off the tree.
"What the hell... (Y/N)!" he yelled and watched as she fell towards the ground.
(Y/N) sliced her hand open, and titan lightning shot across the sky. This caused everyone to turn in the direction of the commotion.
"What the hell was that?!" Erwin yelled and looked in the direction of the smoke.
Levi came over. "Did Eren transform again? He had no orders to do so!" he replied and looked around.
Hanji looked over and saw another titan standing before her. She instantly recognized the titan to be (Y/N). Her eyes widened at her form, the titan had her (h/c) hair and her (e/c) eyes. How long had she been hiding this?
(Y/N) began to tear the titans before her apart. She threw them along the sky, and ran around trying to get them away from everyone.
Erwin looked over and his icy blue eyes went wide. "Who the hell is that?" Levi asked and furrowed his brows.
"It's (Y/N).." he replied and looked around at the titans below him.
He watched as she got the titans to come towards her. "What the hell..." Mike said and watched her.
''Shit... why are there so many?!" (Y/N) said and looked around as the titans came towards her.
She needed to tell Erwin to get the hell out of there with everyone else. She made her way towards him. He noticed how frantic she seemed.
"(Y/N)! What's going on?" Erwin asked and lookef at her titan form.
She moved her head side to side. "Hey brat! Can you explain!?" Levi yelled.
"Should we go?" Erwin asked and furrowed his brows.
She shook her head up and down. "Alright... let's go!" he said and turned around towards everyone else.
"This may be our only opportunity to get out! Everyone get to your horses!" Levi yelled and shot down to his horse.
(Y/N) began to tear more titans apart. Her goal was to get everyone to safety, this would only happen if they all got out of there.
Erwin looked back as his lover took out more titans, he wanted to go back and help her, but he had to push forward. He knew she was strong, and she could do it by herself. He prayed silently that she would make it back just fine.
Within hours, the scouts had gotten to a safe point. The adrenaline running through everyone began to slow a bit, the sight of titans weren't feared anymore. It was quiet. They got back with no casualties.
"Any sign of her?" Levi asked and came over to Hanji.
She nodded. "No, not yet. I hope none of those titans ate her. My fear is that she got tired and her body gave out" she replied and looked at him.
Levi looked back at Erwin, who seemed very worried. "So, did you have any idea your girlfriend was a titan?" he asked.
Erwin looked up. "No, not at all. I had no idea until I saw her in that titan" he replied and looked around.
"Scared the brats shitless being honest..." Levi said and crossed his arms.
Hanji came over. "Well she did help us escape. I'll give her gratitude for that one" she said and smiled a bit.
"Section Commander! A titan is approaching!" Moblit yelled and pointed.
Everyone looked over to see (Y/N) in the distance coming towards them. "Do not engage!" Erwin yelled and looked at everyone.
Everyone stood tensely as the titan grew closer to them. Erwin knew it was (Y/N), but she seemed really weak. She most likely had been battling those titans, and had difficulty doing so. Who knows how long it had been since she transformed.
Her titan dropped to the ground, and steam started to arise from it. "She's coming out" Hanji said and looked at Erwin.
He nodded. "I'll take care of it. The rest of you saddle your horses and get ready to go back to the wall" he replied and headed towards her titan.
Erwin shot over on top of her titan. Her nape fully exposed her body which was still in the muscle. He used his blades to cut her out, being careful to not accidentally cut her arms off. She was hot. The steam surrounding her body kept her warm. Erwin had trouble even touching her.
"Is she alright?" Levi asked and nodded.
Erwin noticed she was unconscious. "She's not awake but she's weak. We must return at once" he replied and headed towards one of the wagons.
"Make sure she's comfortable" Erwin said and placed her on the wagon.
There were many questions that needed to be answered once she woke up.
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He did? Umm.. what happened exactly?
(referring to this post)
my 11th grade chemistry teacher had an associates degree in liberal arts.
you know how in virtually every class youâve ever had since middle school, your teachers made a big stink about the syllabus? she didnât have one. this was her first teaching job, which she got because of her length experience as a substitute, not by her licensing qualifications. we were, at first, excited to have her, because she was a âfun subâ and we were 17 years old and stupid as all shit. we were the ânormal chemâ class in a system where the only other options were âhonors chemâ which was filled with children who actually know how to study (or cheat) and have an air of proper student activity, and âAP Chemâ, which is clear enough if youâve been an american student in the last 15 years.
she followed the mcgraw hill chemistry book in order of chapters, despite the fact that our state standardized tests did several of the chapters out of order. ever notice how youâll suddenly be looking at chapter 11 when just last week you were on chapter 5, then the next week youâre on chapter 8? standardized testing is the reason. anyways by asking my friends in other classes who had chemistry teachers of relative competence, i was able to discern which chapters i should focus on, and while she was distracted with literally watching youtube videos all period, I was turning around in my seat and walking across the classroom helping my friends and enemies with the packets. (she was a two-packets-a-week kinda teacher.)
yes i said enemies too. the people i hated, i hated because they were sons of bitches i wouldnt piss on to put out a fire. i hated them so dearly i used to pray to god that they would bump into me so i could throw myself into the concrete and split my forehead open and get them expelled due to the blood-clause of our âzero-tolerance policyâ. two of the kids in my class had, only the previous year, attempted to set my hair on fire.
i hated the teacher more.Â
it gave me extreme pleasure to see her fume and clench her fists when a student would say âi need helpâ across the classroom and she would move to get up and they would say âoh not you miss, im waiting for vicky.â jesus christ the only time ive ever felt a comparable high was when i was at a halloween party in college where i was literally so zooted i couldnât move.
it got worse over time, her getting more and more angry, my ego growing larger and larger. i was a huge bitch in high school, i really thought i was the smartest bitch in the room at any given moment. severe main character syndrome. imagine that kind of person actually being right for 45 minutes out of every day. can you even comprehend the kind of frustration that would create? in a room full of little sociopaths who dont give a shit about anything but getting this joke of a class over with so they can graduate? your first real teaching job and they look right past you, the teacher, to this annoying little shit whose grades are completely abysmal? how are they managing to learn anything from a child who can barely speak in front of more than 10 people? who turns cherry red in the face of literally every authority figure in the building except you? who canât concentrate and stay still in one spot for more than five minutes? all of your other classes behave! they listen! they sit down and shut up and do the packets! so what fucking gives!!!
so you say âfine, since you all HATE ME so much i just wonât teach then!!!â on literally week fucking ten of teaching. and instead of prostrating themselves before you, begging you to like... point at transparencies and read directly from powerpoints i guess.
and they all collectively say âokayâ and let the chipmunk child flutter between desks and help them memorize formulas and mnemonic devices and shit. surely her grades will suffer if sheâs constantly dealing with other people and youâll have justification that her horseshit is âdistractingâ and âa detriment to her studiesâ. she got bored gave up on that after two days after nothing changed.
then we did the midterm.
except at the end of the exam packet was something we never learned because again, she was going through the book chronologically. because i actually enjoyed the chem book (so much that i stole it when the year was up lmao), i knew the material.
it was about lewis dots/structures. i couldnât tell you a damn thing about it today but in december 2010 i absolutely knew that shit. i didnt have too much of a problem with it in the exam, but the students who had gotten to that point were complaining and at first she pulled that âyou should have been studying independently uwuâ shit but the class was about to get loud during exam period so she shushed us and said that when we get to that point, just stop, and sheâll mark it correct during grading, no harm no foul just keep it quiet. one of the more confrontational students called horseshit and said theres no way weâre trusting that and thereâs definitely no way anyone will keep an entire classroom cheating at the instruction of the teacher quiet.
i offered to teach it.
she scoffed, rolled eyes, said âsure fine but you canât get your exam backâ and i said âokay.â so when everyone was to the point in the exam, we piled them all on her desk and i used the whiteboard to briefly and quietly explain lewis dots, used the book examples and problems, and helped the other kids understand. there were a couple exam questions that were lifted straight from the book problems so i skipped those. while teaching i realized i had gotten a couple wrong which sucked :( it was an incredibly stupid experience overall, and no teacher worth the paper their certification is printed on would have allowed that to happen. and fucking yet.
anyways everyone but me got their exams back and finished it and many of us passed, only a few of them did particularly well.
discussing the chem exam with friends who also took the chem exam, many students found their anecdote about the lewis dots to be confounding, for you see, the exam we took was not, in fact, the midterm, but the god damned final.
she had us taking the fucking final because she didnt read the fucking folders which read âmidtermâ and âfinal examâ on them
she was reprimanded severely and we all had to take the exam on different days, in different classrooms, sitting very far apart. after that she hated me even more. like girl it was your fault lmao i am literally a teenager grow up lol. anyways you can imagine how much more fucking insufferable i became, knowing how miserable she was.
it all came to a head in february when some students were giggling quietly following a minor fuck up on her part regarding bellwork. they were making fun of her like âare you sure thats not tomorrows bellwork lolâ and a friend next to me did the âhey i need help wait no miss not you sorryâ thing and when i answered him, she solidly snapped. blah blah YOURE SOOOO DISTRACTING blah blah YOU THINK YOURE SOOOO SMART DONT YOU blah blah blah and she was like demanding i leave the room and shouting at the top of her lungs at me â YOU POISON THE MINDS OF EVERY OTHER STUDENT HERE. YOUâRE POISONOUS VICTORIA, YOUâRE A VIRUS IN THIS CLASSROOM.â
i will never forget that line as long as i live. it was like crack to me. i moved to open the door to leave and the vp opened it first. he escorted me to the office and asked me what happened, then told me to keep my head down in class from now on, and that if i wanted to help my friends i should give them my number and help them out on our own time. i was like âbro thats really stupidâ and he was like âthats all we can do right now but i promise weâre working on itâ
i lasted the rest of the year giving smug smiles as we did packet after fucking packet for the rest of the year. they were all take-home work. i wasnt comfy giving my number to my enemies. the class camaraderie ended.
the final was altered. my class took a different final than the rest of the normal chem classes.
i started 12th grade and got a solid case of senioritis. i told that story to anyone who would listen. while it was happening, i obviously told my favorite teacher everything as it happened. when i mentioned it senior year he was like âoh yeah i forgot about her,
she was fired over the summer.â
#let me tell you bitch i SCREAMED......#anyways im not sorry this was long#its literally the only cool thing thats ever happened to or about me so shrugs#Anonymous
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Enemy
johnny x reader (literally all smut, i dont know what to say)
you absolutely, 100% loathe johnny suh. what happens when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him?
I FINALLY WROTE PART TWO
UNEDITED
word count: 3k (johnny has me messed up this comeback, ok?)
warnings: language, thigh-riding, fingering, elevator sex, degradation, choking, hair-pulling, overuse of the word kitten, johnny eats his cum from you, theres probably more because suddenly im a whore for johnny, this is just a cesspool ok
You were rushing back home, you had forgotten your textbook for your biology class, and your professor would be using problems from it all lecture. You didnât want to have to deal with her wrath by not bringing it with you. So here you were, sprinting through the streets in the hot summer air, with the sun beating down on you as you headed towards your apartment. You caught your breath as you strolled into the air-conditioned lobby, groaning as the elevator doors started to close. You love your apartment, you really did, but the elevator was so slow, and someone was moving in today, making it almost impossible to catch. And you didnât want to have to take the stairs up to your 12th-floor apartment.Â
âPlease hold the elevator,â you yelled as you ran, slipping inside just before the doors closed. As you turned to press your floor, you noticed who you were sharing an elevator with. To be more specific, you noticed who you were sharing the elevator with who was also holding a moving box. Johnny Suh stood before you. Annoying, attractive Johnny Suh.Â
Johnny just stared at you, mischief in his eyes and he rested the box he was holding on his hip and gave a little wave in your direction.Â
âAre you following me or something, Suh?â you asked, groaning as you realized the 11th-floor button was already lit up.Â
âIn your dreams, nerd,â he laughed, leaning his head back against the elevator wall. You stood as far away from him as you could, putting in your headphones and praying that he would leave you alone. You and Johnny were self-proclaimed enemies. He was in your science class the very first semester of your freshman year, and when you were assigned together for a group project, your feelings were set in stone. Not only did he spend the whole time bothering you, but he ended up not doing any work, leaving you to finish the project by yourself. After that, it seemed like he followed you around, in fact, this was the first semester since you started college that you didn't have a single class together. Yet here he was, moving into your apartment building and most likely on your floor.Â
You would be less annoyed by him if you didnât find him as attractive as you did. He bothers you all of the time, but you still had your fair share of angry sex wet dreams that he was the star of. You shook those thoughts from your mind as you glanced at Johnny, he was smirking at you, something you just rolled your eyes at.Â
âWhatâs got you all hot and bothered?â he asked, setting down the box and slipping his hands in his pockets. You glanced at the floor count of the elevator, groaning as you realized you were only on floor four.Â
âI hate these elevators,â you mumbled, ignoring the fact that Johnny was getting closer to where you stood.Â
âYouâre blushing pretty hard, nerd. Whatcha thinking about?â he grinned at you, lowering his face so that he was staring at your profile. You refused to turn to look at him. Johnny would never fail to get on your nerves, it's as if he had a gift for it. You were just praying, hoping that this whole elevator ride would be over soon. At that moment, the elevator shook, dropping a little bit and, with a loud screech, jerking to a stop.Â
Johnnyâs body pushed you into the wall, the force of the stop causing you both to stumble. He quickly got off of you, curse words falling from his lips as the lights in the elevator flickered.Â
âWhy?â you groaned, your voice rising as the lights came back on, âfuck, Johnny, what the hell do we do?â
âI don't know! You are supposed to be the smart one!!â he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his voice clearly showing how freaked out he was.Â
âGod, this is probably because youâve been using the elevators all day to move-in.â
âWhat was I supposed to do? Carry my couch up 11 flights of stairs by myself?â Johnny hissed back, kicking the box near his feet.Â
âWhy are you even moving in anyways, get kicked out of your frat house?â You rolled your eyes, you wouldnât be stuck in this elevator if it wasn't for him.Â
âYou donât know a single thing about me nerd, so I suggest you shut up,â Johnny snarled, sitting on the opposite side of the elevator. You followed his lead, sitting against the wall across from him. Neither one of you looking at the other.Â
You desperately checked your phone, letting out another sigh as no service flashed at the top of your screen.Â
âCheck your phone to see if you have service,â you demanded, watching hopefully as Johnny pulled his phone out, pressing the power button once.Â
âItâs dead,â he said, letting his head fall back onto the wall with a thud.Â
Twenty minutes after the alarm button on the elevator was pressed you feel the first bead of sweat form on your forehead. You took a deep breath in, and tried your best to ignore the growing temperature of the room. You took a quick glance at Johnny, he was clearly feeling the heat too.Â
âIs it getting hotter?â you asked, fanning yourself with a folder you had in your backpack.Â
âThe air conditioning mustâve broken too,â Johnny said, meeting your eyes for a second before muttering, âI canât stand this anymore.â
Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as he threw his shirt off, smirking at your expression and quirking his eyebrow.
Your eyes were drawn immediately to his sculpted abs, his chest somewhat sweaty but just the perfect amount. You coughed a little, trying to cover up your blatant staring but Johnny just laughed at you, spreading his legs and giving you a better view.Â
âFuck off, Johnny,â you rolled your eyes, looking away from his toned stomach.Â
âPlease, nerd, the least I can do is give you a free show,â he chuckled, running his hand through his slightly sweaty hair, âYou seem to be enjoying it anyway, so why should I stop?â
âI only looked because you are sweating and smell gross,â you replied easily, looking away before your eyes dropped any further.Â
âWhatever you have to convince yourself of,â Johnny winked at you, silence filling the elevator again.Â
If you thought it was hot before, it was exponentially hotter now. Your mind not able to get the image of Johnnyâs perfectly sculpted body and how his muscles would look as he... enough. You shook those thoughts from your head, the stickiness growing between your thighs despite your efforts to calm down.Â
It was like Johnny knew what he was doing to you. He kept biting his lips, running his hand through his hair, and worst of all he turned his groans into moans. You had every desire to cover your ears and pray to God for forgiveness. But it was too late. Your thoughts had already descended into a place that you couldnât recover from without⌠taking care of some things.Â
You tried to keep cool, but your rising body temperature is due more to a handsome young man than the broken ac. It was becoming too much for you to bear, the heat and tension filling the elevator finally sending you over the edge.Â
âFuck it,â you muttered, throwing your shirt off and practically moaning as cool air hit your tummy.Â
You glanced at Johnny, his gaze firmly set on your black lace bra, his tongue poking out as he readjusted himself on the floor.Â
âWant a free show?â you asked, smirk mimicking his own when he had asked a similar question earlier.Â
âAre you trying to seduce me now, nerd?â Johnnyâs voice practically growled, his voice now gravelly and his eyes burning into the side of your head.Â
âI donât think it would take much of an effort,â you smirked, meeting his darkening eyes.Â
âOh really?â he asked, an eyebrow rising at your statement, âI donât think Iâd have to work that hard either.â
You just scoffed at his statement, more heat filling your body as you thought about what his words could mean.Â
âWhat makes you think Iâd be that easy, hm?â You shot back, gulping as Johnny let out a laugh.Â
âBecause I can see the wetness through your shorts love,â he winked, you body immediately flushing hotter, âgray looks good on you.â
âShut up,â you snapped, moving your legs so you were covered, âItâs not like I canât see the tent in your shorts.â
âThen come take care of it for me?â Johnny asked, spreading his legs as an invitation.Â
âW-what?â you questioned, your heart beating much faster than it had been a moment beforehand.Â
âOh donât get shy on me now, kitten,â Johnny smirked, âyouâve been so outspoken and such a little brat today. No need to become speechless now.â
âOk, ha. Ha. Very funny Johnny,â you rolled your eyes, âjokes over. You can quit messing with me.â
Johnny just tsked at this, his voice sending an immediate jolt to your core,âItâs too bad, kitten, I really couldâve helped you with your little problem.â
You both sat in silence for a minute or two, the urge to touch yourself growing the more you thought about the words Johnny had spoken to you only a minute before. You fidgeted in your spot, avoiding Johnnyâs gaze and praying that someone, anyone would open those elevator doors so you could go home and pass out against your vibrator. Your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, a moan threatening to spill from your mouth at even the slightest touch.
âFuck,â Johnny whispered, grabbing your hand in his own and pulling you onto his lap, âIf you wanna cum, ride my thigh.â
You squirmed on his lap, your first instinct to slap him and crawl back to your side of the elevator, but your slight movement was just enough friction for you self control to snap. You buried your head into his shoulder as you situated yourself against his thigh, your hips gently rolling against his flesh. His hands found their way onto your hips, guiding you back and forth to increase your pace. You whined against his collarbone, the pleasure exactly the kind of relief that you needed.Â
âI knew you could be good, kitten,â Johnny praised, forcing your hips down further and tensing his thigh, a full-blown moan leaving your mouth then.Â
âSh-shut up,â you moaned, âNo talking.â
Johnny landed a swift slap on your ass then, the sting still felt through your shorts, âYou donât make the rules,â he growled, stopping your hips and shoving your shorts and underwear down. He slipped a finger between your folds, a groan leaving his mouth as he stared at your core. He met your eyes, his face turning from horny to serious.Â
âDo you want to do this?â He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.Â
âGod, please Johnny. If you donât fuck me right now, we really are going to become enemies,â you begged, hands finding their way to the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. Johnny took no more than a second to snap back into his previous persona, a growl leaving his throat as he grabbed both of your hands with one of his.Â
âDo you really think you deserve my cock?â He asked, âYouâve been such a little brat, why should I help you, hm?â
âJohnny please,â you begged, wriggling in his grasp, your hips trying to find some sort of friction.Â
âEven now you are just a needy little slut, trying to get off,â he whispered, a groan leaving your lips as another slap landed on your ass, âPoor little kitten, canât come on her own, needs someone's help.â
You whined as Johnny flipped you over gently, balling up his shirt and using it as a pillow for your head. Then he kissed you, and not surprisingly to you, he was a really good kisser. His passion and desire were clear as he kissed you, making the locking of your lips a good kind of messy.Â
He dipped his fingers into your heat as he kissed you, stretching your lips apart so that you would adjust to him more easily. He quieted your moans with his mouth, pulling away briefly to press a kiss to your temple and shimmy his shorts off.Â
Johnny cupped your face once again staring into your eyes and asking a silent question. You nodded in response but he just tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and said, âI need words, please.â
âJohnny please, I want this,â you spoke quietly, and that was enough for him to press another kiss on your lips and sink himself into you. You both groaned at the feeling, pleasure immediately building as he bottomed out.Â
Johnnyâs hand caressed down your face until it made its way around your throat. Johnnyâs eyes flickered to yours in order to sense any sort of discomfort, but he practically growled as your eyes rolled back. He tightened his grip slightly, sending just the right amount of pleasure through you.Â
âI always knew you were a slut, like when your hole is filled and you canât breathe, hm?â
You nodded, a whine tearing from your throat as he reached his other hand in between your bodies and made contact with your bud. His thrusts were deep, and you swear the elevator was shaking, but you didnât care. Pleasure surrounded you, Johnnyâs hand wrapped around your throat couldnât even stop the moans from leaving your mouth.Â
The coil in your belly was tightening, and as Johnny rubbed at your clit and hit spots within you that no one had ever hit, you came. Your whole body spasming and your eyes rolling back into your head. Johnny moved his hands up and down your sides, soothing you as he continued to thrust. When he pulled out of you, a whine tore through your throat, not ready to let go of the fullness that his cock provided.Â
âDonât worry kitten, Iâm not done with you yet,â he smirked, holding out a hand in order to help you move around, âHands and knees, now.â
You complied easily, used to taking orders from him now and wanting him to fill you up again. You let him readjust you, and when he pushed himself inside you couldnât help but tighten around him. Johnny cursed, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting harshly to try and get you to relax. When you did, he landed a sharp smack on your ass, a moan leaving your lips before you could stop it.Â
âI never gave you permission to come kitten,â Johnny said, his breath uneven but his trusts staying strong. He grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it just hard enough to send another bolt of pleasure through you. His hand hit you again, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure.Â
âSo tight, kitten,â he grunted, his hips rocking into yours at a monstrous pace, âlike being used?â
âY-yes,â you moaned, too caught up in the pleasure to think about who you were saying that to.
His pace was getting more erratic, and his grunts were becoming louder when he reached his hand around you and attached it again to your sensitive bud.Â
âCum, YN,â he demanded, his hand making up for the inconsistent rocking of his hips. You came easily, not realizing you were as close as you were. With your heat tightening into a vice grip around Johnnyâs length, he came. The twitch of his cock inside you causing another spasm around him. He hissed, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out.Â
âYou ok?â He asked, helping you sit on your bum and rubbing your sore knees, gently. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to even out your breathing, and that's when he struck.Â
You felt his tongue lapping at your sensitive core, your eyes shooting open at the sudden pleasure.Â
âJohnny what are you-â You started, but a long swipe of his tongue made you shut up.Â
âIâm cleaning up,â he added, the mischievous grin that he always wore was back on his face. He buried himself back into your core, spreading your lips with his fingers and licking into your heat.Â
None of the people you had ever been with had made you cum twice, but here you were building up into a third high. This one seemed to be more due to the fact that Johnny was eating his own cum from inside you. A thought that made your heat pulse. As Johnny licked, he rubbed your extremely sensitive clit with his index finger. He was gentle and attentive to anything he did that seemed to be too much for you. He resumed his focus on your clit after intertwining his hand with your own, allowing you to squeeze it as you came once again on his tongue. He licked you through your orgasm, your mind completely blanking as the pleasure overtook you. When you were done, he pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your nose and helping you fix your hair. He helped you pull your clothes back on, and when the door to the elevator was pried open, he hid you from the view of the whistling men who had come to save you. Johnny had never been so sweet with you, and as he helped you inside your apartment and into your bed, only one thought was running through your head.Â
Maybe you didnât mind having Johnny Suh as your new next-door neighbor at all.
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I forgot to send on my voting story. Ok so my brother and I both got mail in ballots, and let me tell you how we both forgot to mail it in so we just thought to bring them to our voting location. The lady there kinda yelled at us? She was confused and didn't know how to go about it. And honestly I just took it because we were the idiots who didn't mail in our ballots. We had to rip them up and they just us new ones to fill out in person and submit. Not exciting, but a story for void snippet. đ
Anonymous said: Hi!! I'm so excited for void! I voted today around 30 minutes before the polls closed in my neighborhood because I had to wait for my dad and brother to get home from work since they wanted to go all together hehe. It was a pretty fast process! We just pressed buttons on screens (compared to last election where we had to bubble in everything by hand) plus, I got to keep the stylus that they gave us and it works on phones too! đĽ°đĽ°Â Thank you! I love your writing so much đđđ
Anonymous said:Â I did mine through mail me and my husband did and we went to the post office a little while back and then he took us on a nice little date afterward and we got ice cream! Also I love voidđ keep up the good work
Anonymous said:Â VOTES FOR VOID??? I love democracy and I love VOID! So since May I've (temporarily) moved back home from New York to Indiana RE: covid; I've voted absentee for the both the primaries and presidential election (I'm still in IN rn...blah). I voted early and mailed in my ballot for the presidential election (about 3 weeks ago). Made sure my family was voting (brother mailed it in, mom dropped off a ballot, and dad did early voting) and encourage them to put up a Biden sign in our yard <3
Anonymous said: HI BEE! I ALSO VOTED TODAY! IM 21 SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (my 18th bday didnt make the cutoff since im a december bday) im so happy to have done my part! I made sure to study up on the judges and policies and everything! Luckily the polling place didn't have a line so i was able to get in, get my ballot, and fill it in right away! I even dragged my mom and cousin to come with me. I made a joke on snapchat to encourage my friends to vote too. It was a pic of my "i voted" sticker with a caption saying "omg youre so sexy when you vote aHaha" -đŚ
Anonymous said:Â this is my first time doing this so, so i hope iâm sending this correctly! i voted early in late september by mail! i live in a swing state, so itâs really important for me to vote and not waste time!! bc of my age, this is my first time voting so iâm really nervous đ
Anonymous said:Â I voted by email! I'm overseas so I wasn't sure if my ballot would actually make it through in time, so I decided to go electronically. Had to sign a waiver saying I understand that my vote won't be anonymous but I haven't been given a reason to suspect voter suppression/fraud in my state, so I'm happy I think...!
Anonymous said:Â hi, i voted early on oct 24th. my absentee ballot didn't come in, so i had to travel back home to vote (~3 hour drive). when we got there, there was a ton of people outside the polling place, but no lines, so i was in and out pretty quick. it was my first time voting, so i had all the candidates i was voting for written down on a tiny receipt so i wouldn't forget đ
. my mom was with me, so she voted too. took a pic with my sticker (mask on for extra covid-ness) and went home. drove back the next afternoon!
whippedforkook said: Hi Bee. đ I voted in early October - nearly a month ago! đą Itâs been really weird with all the lead up to the election because it felt like it should have been done once I cast my ballot! A lot of my friends have volunteered to get out the vote: writing postcards to voters, texting, phone banking, working the polls, curing ballots. I didnât volunteer at all this year, but I hope that all of my friendsâ hard work and everyone elseâs is enough. Iâm also hoping and praying that I will be in a better place mentally for 2022 so that I too can volunteer. Our work starts with 2020 not ends. đ Wishing you well. đ
begineuphoria said: I went and voted last Friday as it was our last early voting day. No way was I going to wait until today with the crowds of people in my area that still act as if masks are somehow infringing on their rights. đ It was a rather normal experience for the most part. Other than having to use a coffee stir stick to press the buttons on the machine to vote. In and out within five minutes.
Anonymous said:Â I voted down the street at this pretty park this morning. I got up at 5:30 and it was freezing. Luckily I wore like 30 layers and stood outside for 2 hours. Some nasty orange man supporters were rude but everyone else was pretty nice. A really cute older couple was playing soccer with pine cones and kicked it towards me to play too. Not the worst time tbh.
Anonymous said:Â Did mail-in voting in California! Extremely exhausting and took forever to research all the propositions - they are notoriously tricky in hiding their flaws and one side tends to outrageously outspend the other. But in the end I felt really good about my research and decisions! No need for you to post a snippet for this story - would like to save that to read sometime in the future ;) Thank you so much for doing this!
joonsgotthejuice said: Votes for void??? I am here! I went last Thursday and it was chaotic bc I kept going past the poll place but the line was soooo long so my mom called me and woke me up like "its pouring rain and the line is super short get up I'm gonna pick you up" so thats the story of how I got dressed in 5 minutes and dragged my ass to vote in the rain <3
Anonymous said:Â i voted early on thursday it was cold and rainy but i went in the late afternoon and thankfully the only waiting i did was a few minutes for an elevator i got very lucky and while waiting for the results is awful the relief that came from voting in general was just great
Anonymous said: Wheeew the polls just closed and I finally got to cast my ballot yayyy ( I was the one working the polls from earlier) itâs been a really really long day and we actually had surprisingly good turnout. I saw a woman try to vote for someone else who claimed to be âhelpingâ and I saw a woman who Iâm pretty sure was on some typa something đ Overall though I really Iâm really thankful for people like you who encouraged people to get out and vote. I hope the odds are in our favorâ¤ď¸đ¤đź
chelsea-chee said: Hello Bee! Today surprisingly my elderly father wanted to vote so I brought him out with me. He only cared about voting for Biden, which meant I got to help decide who he should vote for with the rest of the candidates and amendments! Say hello to baby bee for me as well! đ
Anonymous said:Â Okay I gonna got a chance to vote today and the process wasnât that bad actually. I went in just now and it wasnât that busy( thankfully) so no lines. Iâm from Texas and itâs gonna be almost impossible to turn this state blue, but every vote counts! I love that you are getting people to vote and also sharing your experiences as well!
owl-orgy said: Dropped off my mail in ballot at a polling location! I originally wanted to vote early in person because I was worried my signature wouldnât match closely enough but ended up just turning it in and double checked today to make it said âballot accepted and countedâ!
Anonymous said:Â I voted in person this afternoon, better late than never I guess. I was gonna go last week but then I got cramps from hell. There was no one in line in front of me, I think my county early voted because it was packed everyday the last few weeks
Anonymous said:Â I voted early a couple weeks ago. Exciting thing though that did happen was I got both my parents to vote for their first time ever.
Anonymous said:Â I had a mail in vote. So, I filled it out and dropped it in at the ballot box at my library. (I also checked out books for the first time in years, so I had fun!)
bubblyjiminnie said: I literally just finished voting. Lucky for me, the line and wait wasnât very long, and it was a nice enough day that the short amount of time I had to spend in line outside of the building wasnât too bad. My social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this tends to be high but thatâs what I get for waiting until Election Day instead of going the mail in route. This was only my second time voting, but Iâm glad that I did đ
Anonymous said: I turned my ballot in last week :) Iâm not a big fan of crowds and I hate make spur of the moment choices but despite that the first time I was able to vote back in 08 my Mom pressured me into voting in person because âyouâd have to experience it at least once in our lifeâ. And ever since then I comfortably vote by mail. I take my time, do all of my research, listen to music, and best of all donât have to deal with people.
Anonymous said:Â here in Washington state itâs super easy to vote. I dropped my ballot off in mid-October and itâs already been accounted for! Mail in voting and drop box voting is fantastic and provides equal opportunity and access. Sad to see some people in red states misinforming Americans about it! We also have a referendum for implementing mandatory sex ed, including teaching respect, empathy and consent as part of the curriculum so I was happy to vote yes on that too!
unionrox006Â said:Â I voted about 2 weeks ago by doing a mail in ballot. The other eligible to vote members of my household did the same. We chose to vote by absentee ballot because both my mom and I have an autoimmune disorder, so we have to be careful going out in the pandemic. Tbh, the ballot layout was a bit confusing at first as was all the paperwork and required IDs and documents. But my dad explained it to me and we got them filled out and mailed off. Kinda mad I didn't get a sticker for it though
bluetostone said: Love this and so excited for the next chp of void! I early voted a few weeks ago and because I live in a pretty rural county I was in and out of my polling place in a few minutes. No sticker though đ˘. I live in a swing state so it could go either way in terms of delegates. Just praying everyone is safe tonight as the results roll in...though, won't we not know for sure for a couple of days or weeks?
Anonymous said:Â My mom, sister, and I received our early voting ballots a while ago and I took the longest to fill mine out because it was making me anxious :,( but I did return it before it was due. I checked our ballot statuses and mine and my moms were accepted but my sisterâs said they hadnât received hers back. Then she got another ballot so she filled that one out too and I took it yesterday đđ I think she got two because she changed her address late so they sent two?
vixsynsblog said: Non-interesting voter story: I'm paranoid and live in a highly divided area, so I filed mail-in ASAP, mailed it a few days after cause neighbors are nosy and don't understand boundaries. Was able to track my ballot through my credit company, which was nice. Only thing I was missing was my sticker. Never got oneâđ. So I had to improvise and write it in pen on my disposable mask. I'm working all this week so if riots break out from either side, I'll be at work. Prayers for the safety of othersđ
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Waaah!!! Thank you all for voting!! You are all my heroes. I am so grateful and proud of you. Iâm sorry I ran out of time to respond to you individually. Iâm going to drop two big scenes from Chapter 7 in gratitude (one of which will be familiar to my patrons and one wonât). Iâm hopeful I will have the whole next chapter out very soon. Love you all!
Void spoilers below the cut.
When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think they were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps just by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal.Â
There is a calendar reminder waiting for you: Today is chili pepper pollinating day. At least this gives you an excuse to talk to Hoseok.Â
You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee up against his chest. Hoseok doesnât look well. Heâs got dark circles under his eyes.
âHey, umâŚâ You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No waitâŚâYou donât look good. Were you here all night?â you ask.
He blinks at you, bleary-eyed. âUm, was I? Yeah.. I suppose. Lost track of time.â He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor.Â
All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you donât. âI need to pollinate the chili peppers today.â Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. âBut I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.â
âNo!â Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit to rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. âI mean, Iâm fine.âÂ
You should disgaree with him. He is exhausted. But youâd like more time to talk to him.Â
Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if they didnât get pollinated, they wouldnât bear any fruit. Your chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it.Â
You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The intital set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant in the line.
Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than just enjoying the chili peppers, you must admit that this was one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands peridically. Always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.
âAre you sure youâre okay?âÂ
His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. âAre you sure youâre okay?âÂ
âUm, yes, Iâm fine. Why wouldnât I be?â
âThis, um, plan of yoursâŚâ he gestures to the vague tension in the air. âIt doesnât feel like you.â
âIâm trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.â
âYeah, Iâm still not clear on how this benefits the mission.â
âYoongi saidâŚâ you start to say, but are cut off my Hoseokâs derisive snort.Â
âLook, if youâre in love with Yoongi, just go date him, okay? Donât feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.âÂ
You frown. âIâm not⌠Iâm not in love with him. Itâs just sex. Just biology.âÂ
âThis isnât you!â Hoseok argues back. âYou hated the idea of anyone of us ever treating you that way. And now you just want all of us to⌠to⌠use you like that?â He splutters out the end of the sentence.
âNo one is using me! This is my plan! Iâm in charge!â
He sighs. âWell, I canât be a part of it. Excuse me.â
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Taehyung finds you in the gym. Itâs good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling.Â
âHey, so I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.â He fishes awkwardly into his pockets and pulls out his tablet. Maybe Jimin was right. Is Taehyung going to be the first to take you up on your offer?
You pause your jog on the elliptical machine. You wish you werenât so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man with those strong eyebrows and that perfect skin.Â
Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form. Itâs happening. Heâs going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? Itâs one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if heâs hoping to go right now? You need a shower.Â
Taehyung has really nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigating the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It just adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, heâd lose all interest.Â
He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. Itâs a good thing that Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he just going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?
âYou canât do this to Jimin,â he says.
âWhat?â Not what you were expecting. âDo what to Jimin?â
âThis.â He gestures over the HR form. âSigning these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. Youâre going to destroy Jimin.â
âJiminâs the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.â Itâs a lie. You know its a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now.Â
âNo way.â Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. âNo way was it Jiminâs idea that you sleep with the whole crew.âÂ
âWellâŚâ You canât bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. âHe wanted me to sleep with you.â
That surprises Taehyung. He puts down the tablet. âWhat? Why would he want that?â
This is awkward. âHe, um, thinks youâre in love with me.â
âWhat?â There is only surprise on Taehyungâs face. Itâs actually a relief to see that Taehyung is just as shocked by that idea as you were. âWhy does he think that?â
âI donât knowâŚâ You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesnât feel that way about you. Look at him. âCause you told him you were jealous. Cause you canât stand to be in the same room as usâŚâ
Taehyung bites his lip. âOh, um, shit, sorry, thatâs not what I meant.â
If Taehyung isnât jealous of Jimin...Â
âTaehyungâŚâ He looks up, biting his lip. âWhat did you mean? Who are you jealous of?âÂ
Taehyungâs eyes widen, but he doesnât say anything. Instead he reaches for his microphone and mutes it. Out of respect, you mute yours as well. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit.Â
âUmâŚâ You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. âWhat are you doing?â
âNeed something to block the camera.â
âWe have towels,â you mutter. But heâs already stripping out of his shirt. The musculature of his back ripples. He hangs the shirt off of the camera to block the rest of the room from view.Â
âYeah, but this way anyone watching will think weâre having sex.â His chest is just as attractive as his back and you flush at the sight of it. Mercifully, he zips back into his jumpsuit as he returns to his position in front of the exercise machine.Â
âYou want them to think weâre having sex?â
âDonât you? It plays right into your whole save the mission with bonobo sex plan.â
âI suppose.â Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. âWhat plan of yours does it play into?â
âThe one where Jimin doesnât realize Iâm in love with him.â
âYouâve never tried to tell him?â
Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. âHow would that conversation go? Hey man, I know weâve known each other for years and Iâve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but Iâm in love with you. I know thatâs awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that Iâm attracted to you when you donât feel the same way.â Taehyung sighs. âDoesnât sound like a good plan to me. If he doesnât feel the same way, Iâve just ruined the friendship for nothing and then I donât even have that.â
âYeah⌠I get that.â Thereâs something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years.Â
âI couldnât tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldnât let me go then? You know?â
âYeah, the director wasnât big on sending anyone who might âcomplicateâ the mission.â The two of you share a sad knowing smile.Â
âYeah⌠And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. Iâd just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasnât planning on falling in love with my roommate.â
âI donât think any of us really knew what this would be like.â
âI knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled outâŚâÂ
Your mind flashes back to that moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.
âBut I couldnât just let him go off into space without me. Even if heâd never feel the same way, at least heâd still be in my life.â
The emotion in Taehyungâs words makes your eyes begin to mist. âYou really do love him.â
âYeah,â Taehyung sighs again. âBut heâs in love with you.â
âWell, he thinks he is.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âHe only feels like that about me cause he thinks Iâm the only option.â You wonder if maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyungâs feelings.Â
Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. âYou donât give him enough credit.â
âOh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?â
âA fewâŚâÂ
âAnd how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?â Â
Taehyung bites his lip. He canât really argue with that. âSo why are you with him then, if you donât think itâs real?â
You shrug, rubbing your arm. âHe wants me. Itâs nice to feel wanted, I guess.â
âYou know you could have that with any man on this ship right?â
You scoff. âTheyâre all suffering the same delusion. Itâs only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see Iâm nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.â
Taehyung eyes you up and down. âYou donât give yourself enough credit either.â
You shrug. âYou wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.â
The two of you both slump backwards in your seats, mulling over your shared woes. Taehyung bends down and picks up the tablet again. âSo what should I do with this?â
âObivously, you donât have to sign it. I should have realized that not everyone would be interested.â
âJimin thinks Iâm in love with you?â
âYeahâŚâ
âIs it okay if we let him think that for now? At least until I figure out how to tell him the truth?â
âOkay.â
Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. Your phone lights up with a message. âThank you,â he murmurs before he leaves.Â
#I'm not going to answer asks about the spoilers right now#because I want people to be able to avoid them until the chapter drops#but that should be sometime in the next week or so#votes for void
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hey my loves  !  iâm mia , 21 from the east coast  !  i have not roleplayed in sheeeesh  ...  like five or six months  ?  but i am so excited to be here for opening with all of yâall  .  i spent like all morning trying to weed out this gal logan right here  ...  sheâs a trip  ,  thatâs the best overall description i have for ya  .  anywho  , lets get to the actual thing youâre here for her lil intro  .  also if you wanna mssg on discord here ya go  đ¤đ˘đĽđĽđđđŤđđŻđŹ đđđđđ#7040  .
logan samara-de jaager was spotted in the fashion district adorning  air force 1âs university blue  , with some airpod pros on . theyâre most likely listening to  benz i know by kelvyn colt  . you may know them as  @delogan  or as that  bella hadid  lookalike . their  twenty fourth  birthday just passed . while living in  the upper east side  , theyâve gained a bit of a reputation . theyâre known to be  querulous  but on the other hand  passionate  . wonder if theyâll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cisfemale / she/her +  mia / twenty one / she/her ) + ( â logan de jaager seen shoving ex in hotel footage during heated argument , not so sweet huh? â / â miss de jaager was spotted sneaking into ex beauâs apartment , what could she be up to? â / â sweet socialite or greedy trust fund baby ? milan de jaager publicly accuses daughter logan of stealing $1M ⌠â )
born into the true lap of luxury . the daughter of real estate magnate & high - profile attorney milan de jaager and his wife , british born socialite lana samara . the two of them held high favor within the 1% but were also able to find a perfect balance . they did a great job of separating personal life from the tabloids . it was rare to really know the happenings of their day to day . they had this particular kind of mystery to them , if you will .
it wasnât long before lana began to instill the very same rhetoric she received as a child into her own  .  quality over quantity  ,  was the motto  .  just not in the way youâd assume  .  the quality at which a de jaager presented themselves to you was much more important than than quantity of time you spent with them  .  looks  ?  theyâre everything  ,  in the de jaager household  .  time was simply a societal construct implemented to catch you on a bad day  ,  for that very line of thinking they embodied being late  .  rushing out of the house to finish your make up in the car  ?  a literal sin in the eyes of her mother  .
she was encouraged to take part in ballet and beauty pageants growing up  .  anything that could showcase how beautiful their daughter was lana and milan were on board for  .  personally logan hated ballet but she couldnât deny she loved the applause the night of a showcase  .  she also couldnât stand pageants but loved having all eyes on her as she went on stage  .
it became quite clear as the years went on that her parents were much more like close friends to their daughter than like rule - instilling guardians  .  she would text them to dismiss her from school  ,  get them to buy her  &  her friends alcohol for sleepovers / parties  ,  was very much so that kid who got high with her parents  .  really anything you could do with your friends  ?  was fair game with logan  &  her folks  .
at sixteen a friend of her moms who was going to be a designer for spring fashion week that year asked if logan would want to walk for him  .  she was quick to accept the offer and before she knew it she had multiple offers to walk in that years fall fashion weeks  ,  because of how easy it came to her  -  though  ,  sheâs the first to admit she never really took modeling all that seriously  .
it was just a year later that her way of life changed drastically , logan and her twin brother had been caught by paparazzi on a friends boat in the hamptons snorting a white substance , anyone with eyes knew exactly what the group of teenagers were doing . upon returning home the two received the crackdown of the century . their once friendly parents turned to strict jail like guardians . often reminded that they put the families reputation at stake . the pressure to be perfect was something logan had never had to deal with until now & she almost cracked under the pressure at every turn .
it wasnât until she left for college that she was finally given some room to breathe , attending the university of florida was the best choice for what logan truly wanted to do with her life - become a sports analyst . growing up she was infatuated with sports & and would have been involved in much more than just cheerleading had her mom allowed for her to get so much as a speck of dirt on her . during her time in florida the paparazzi seemed to find her more often than not , something her parents often denounced both over the phone & in public . the longer she spent away from the upper east side the more she became americaâs sweetheart & simultaneously a thorn in her parents side . she graduated from university in 2018 , only returning back to new york for the sake of work . sheâd been offered a reporting job with espn , on top of taking up modeling gigs here & there when ever she felt necessary .
personality âŚ
one thing is very true about the de jaagerâs & is very much so the same for logan ; she is not to be trusted . she can be extremely charming when she wants to be . she could sell a bag of rocks to a beach & get a princess to sell her sole to sex work . she knows exactly what people want to hear & when they want to hear it and has no qualms about lying straight to someoneâs face if it means she gets something out of it . in fact sometimes , she might lie to your face just for the sheer fun of being able to call you gullible .
sheâs very much so a spoiled brat although she hates when anyone call her one , she feels like she has more layers to her than that broad term . hand in hand with that is her drama queen like tendencies , any situation were there is a simple solution she will find a way to blow vastly out of portion .
due to her motherâs heavy influence growing up , she can be rather vein & materialistic . catch her like â i canât date a garbage person â to someone simply because theyâre not as rich or known enough for her liking .
itâs rare that youâll ever see her jump out of character . sheâs very calculated & aware of who she is ( or who she needs to seem like ) so if you ever see her emotions getting the better of her , youâve really broken her .
sheâs the type to dabble in a little bit of anything  ?  sheâs a rich nyc party girl whoâs been partying well before anyone should have allowed her to so sheâs done it all  .  youâd be kidding yourself to think you could surprise / scare logan on a wild night out  .
sheâs quick  &  creative with her sense of humor  .  she has both a crude / dry sense of humor  ,  as well  ,  and really just doesnât find goofy things to be funny but more or less embarrassing  ( so if she ever tells you youâre goofy , remember itâs not a compliment ) .
her upbringing  &  parents sentiment on tabloids once reflected massively on logan  ,  but now she couldnât quite care less about it all . after all she spends hours in front of cameras on a regular basis for work . although she does tend to shy away from people who she deems are hungry for fame or attention  .  sheâs been used in the past for fame  &  will never let it happen again  , plus sheâs the type to lap up attention so she likes to have as little fame whores around her as possible , more shine for her .
when she isnât being a total nightmare though sheâs actually really fun to be around ? sheâs playful & loves to keep the party alive . often can be found claiming â iâm high on life â although everyone saw the pictures , logan , we know what youâre really high on , girl .
very chatty girl , too . victim of foot - in - mouth syndrome , big time . she doesnât try to be disloyal & spill peopleâs secrets ( or does she ? ) but she canât help herself . if she has piping hot tea sheâs gonna spill it because she doesnât wanna burn herself .
very observant girl , who loves to people watch but her observations can sometimes get muddled when she starts judging people a little too hardcore .
sheâs also a undercover couch potato  &  by that i mean if you give her an option to go out  &  do something sheâll never outwardly choose to stay home to watch netflix and snuggle up under the blankets but secretly sheâs hoping  &  praying she gets a chance to do so  .
plots  ...
END THIS ( L.O.V.E ) / her first love  .  these two brought the absolute worst out of one another  .  they messed her up so much that she has a weird perspective on what love between two s/oâs should even feel like now  .  maybe they had another s/o at the same time as her  &  kinda just strung her on  &  when it came out were able to lie so much to her that she believed them  .  idk  ,  in truth we could really plot something completely different as to what they did  &  inevitably what the breaking point was  .  maybe they broke up with her  &  had they not ended it maybe she wouldâve still been okay with being in the relationship  .  idk i just feel like this one could be fun as hell  .   also theyâd be the one whom she was caught arguing with in one of her headlines  .  ( 0 / 1 )
AFTER PARTY / this is a more reckless take of party buddies  .  im envisioning a group of people who when the parties over they all pull up to close by gulf course  ,  indulge even more in their choices of substance  ,  there is a naked gulf tournament going on  ,  there are drunks driving golf carts  ,  swerving and pouring bacardi all over the course  .  running from security when they pop up  .  itâs tradition at this point  &  if someone doesnât come itâs almost disrespectful at this point  .  idk i just love the thought of this kinda vibe  .  ( 2 / ? )
SECRETS / okay so this one is messy  .  basically logan was very private for most of her life  (  thanks mom  &  dad  )  and during the early stages of highschool she lied to everyone saying she was a virgin  .  she told each one of these individuals that they were her first whether it be to make them fall for her  â  innocence  â  ,  want to chase after her  ,  or whatever else we might be able to plot out  .  inevitably they compare notes at some point and find out that sheâd been lying to them all  .  we can plot out how they confronted her i feel like we could make this real dramatic though  .  this would also be a backstory plot so  ,  we can also plot out how things have transpired since for them  .  ( 0 / 3 or 4 )
BEST FRIEND / these two girls take best friends to the next level  .  they relate to one another on every level and are there for one another at all times  .  there is never a moment where they are competing with one another because they know that their #1 in there respective category  .  they are one anotherâs ultimate hype beasts  .  they truly embody chaotic goddess vibes  .  itâs like they were placed on this earth simply to be friends because they compliment one another that well  .  ( 0 / 1 )
LETS FALL IN LOVE FOR THE NIGHT / they are the one thatâs there whenever sheâs down  .  they have the ability to make her feel like they have some sort of old love whenever sheâs around them  .  those feelings only last for the night though  .  they enjoy when she rambles on about sports or the novel she just recently read or really just anything she enjoys can put a smile on their face  .  they know better than to ever confuse what is going on between them though  ,  they know that sheâll never be theirs  .  whether theyâre okay with this or not we can definitely plot out  .  ( 0 / 1 )
MOANA / they are not a fan of logan  .  they see her for what she is  :  an attention seeking  ,  spoiled brat and the fact that they donât want anything to do with her makes her want them all the more  .  when they finally slept with her it was only to prove a point to her s/o at the time  ,  to prove that sheâs not the sweet girlfriend she claimed to be  .  basically theyâre the person who outed her for being a ho ho ho but despite knowing that they outed her for that she still tries to hook up with them because they were the best she ever had  .  they often turn her down but after a while not even they can deny that theyâre attracted to her  .  they still donât fuck with her though  .  also i think itâd be cool if their were two of them  &  maybe they worked together to out her to her s/o that didnât believe she was a cheater  ( 0 / 2 )  also bring the s/o that they outed her to  ( 0 / 1 )
ELEVEN / the type of relationship that is stuck in the grey area  .  theyâre more than friends but they donât necessarily admit to having feelings for one another  .  honestly they probably donât even think they have feelings for one another  .  itâs a weird dynamic  .  they spend the most of their time together late at night  .  there meeting time  ?  11pm  .  they go on wild joy rides to the beach  .  heads out of the sun roof as they let out a loud woo  .  the only thing accompanying them is a big bag of weed  .  sometimes they have deep talks  ,  honestly they probably know more about one another than anyone else  ?  because of these adventurous of theirs  .  when they arenât having deep talks theyâre running across the beach aimlessly  &  rolling around in the sand with one another  .  itâs really just a very pure plot that i need in my life  .  ( 0 / 1 )
TRUST NOBODY / this is someone who used logan for fame / attention  .  they either became close friends or even started dating  &  they used everything they learned about her or what went on between them to relay back to a tabloid / would call paparazzi to come and take pictures of them together whenever theyâd go out  .  ( 0 / 1 )
some other plot ideas iâd love to see  :  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  .
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royai + âyou make me feel safe, like im allowed to be anything i wantâ đ
meg ur mind,, anyone want some young!royai đ
thank you for the prompt friend i really appreciate it!! i hope you enjoy
for reference this is set after roy decodes the secrets of flame alchemy on her back
rated: g | words: 1913
âItâs a beautiful sunset,â Riza breathed.
Roy hummed in agreement, his fringe tickling his forehead as the breeze caught it. âIt really is.â
It took every ounce of his power not to turn his head to look at her instead, finding her far more captivating in the light than the setting sun.
They were sitting on the porch step of her fatherâs house, looking out over the fields and beyond. In the evening breeze the growing wheat moved like water, swaying back and forth creating a sea of gold. In the distance they saw the doors of the neighbourâs barn close for the night, sealing the horses inside, safe and secure. The sky was burnt orange, the orb of the sun just kissing the horizon as it fell. As it lowered, so did the temperature by a fraction, but it wasnât enough to cause any kind of proper discomfort.
A fleeting thought crossed Roy Mustangâs mind, that he could shuffle closer to his companion so they could keep each other warm. If he were at his own house back in Central he would have offered a blanket and draped it over her shoulders.
âIâll miss sunsets like this back in Central.â
Regret flooded him, his face dropping when he saw Rizaâs own smile fall from her face. Her head tipped forward to look down at her knees. On her neck, the top of her tattoo peeked out from her slightly too big, open collared shirt. The sight of it made Royâs stomach twist. Heâd spend weeks deciphering that monster, but time hadnât made it any easier to look at.
âIâm sure you will,â Riza replied, her voice barely a mumble.
He cursed himself for removing that smile from her face.
âIâll keep it with me, though,â he hastily added, âlike I do with every moment Iâve spent here.â
His face turned crimson as his brain blurted out what he was thinking before his mouth could stop it.
Tentatively, Riza peeked out the side of her eye. Her fringe was half obscuring her vision, and Roy hoped and prayed she didnât see how bad his embarrassment was. The smile she was fighting to keep off her face told him his wish had not been granted.
âThank you, Mr. Mustang,â she replied sincerely.
He couldnât be too annoyed at his inability to think before he spoke because it returned a pleased smile to her face after all.
âYouâre welcome, Miss Hawkeye,â he managed to get out. âWhat will you do with yourself?â
A deep sigh heaved through her body, expanding her chest and back before exhaling quietly. âI donât know.â Her eyes lifted to look out into the fields. The light accentuated the gold in her hair, but also the colour of her eyes. They looked amber in the fading sun. Beautiful.
âAnything I can do to help?â
âYouâve already done so much.â
âI could always do more. If youâd like me too, of course,â Roy offered. âJust let me know if you need anything.â
The look she was giving him⌠Her head cocked, her fringe falling to the side while she regarded him. It looked like she was smiling, but her expression was quizzical. Like one was trying to figure out an amusing puzzle.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â she dismissed with a mysterious smile.
Roy blinked at her, trying to discern what that smile meant.
They returned to silence. Roy was still stumped by that look sheâd given him. Settling back in his chair, he contemplated it further inside his mind, turning over the nuances of her tone and changes in expression.
âThank you. For everything⌠Roy.â
His head snapped up at the use of his first name, returning him jarringly to the present. That tiny, appreciative smile was back, making his heart stutter twice in such a short space of time. The way his name had sounded coming from her⌠It was breathed, like it was a forbidden secret. Under the watchful eye of her father heâd always been Mr. Mustang. That title was sacred to him, because that was what Riza called him, and vice versa with her, for Miss Hawkeye. But⌠Hearing his first name spoken so openly after all this timeâŚ
He wanted to hear it again.
âYouâve done so much for me recently,â Riza continued, oblivious to how hard his heart was pounding inside his ribcage. âI canât thank you enough.â
âAny time, Riza.â
The name was foreign on his tongue as he tested it out, but he enjoyed every moment. It felt like a step forward in a promising direction. Like the shackles her father had on her were finally lifted, letting her be free and grow into her own person, and not just his caretaker.
A flush covered her cheeks, making Roy wonder if it had anything to do with the use of her first name.
âWhat?â He wanted to prompt her, to find out if that was the reason for her cheeks prettily turning pink in the last light of the day.
âItâs nothing,â she stammered quietly. Shoulders bunched up to ears, chin tucking into her chest as she tried to hide from him.
âRiza, what is it?â
He had a habit of prodding too much. Riza Hawkeye was not one to be poked at and investigated, especially not by him. Whatever needed to be revealed would come in her own time and she would never be rushed. However, Royâs eager inquisitive streak had gotten the best of him. He just hoped, in hindsight, he hadnât made her retreat further from him, effectively ending their conversation completely.
With a breath held tightly inside his lungs, he observed her form as she shied away, hoping she would answer. Hoping he hadnât pushed her too far into a corner.
âItâs been tough, but you being here through it all has helped a lot,â Riza murmured. Her shoulders relaxed and her head tilted, eyes catching onto movement on the path before them. A worm was making its way across the concrete, its movements slow and patient.
âIt has?â Roy was bewildered. He didnât think heâd helped that much. Heâd just taken the secrets from her and imposed.
Riza nodded, her expression changing to assurance, moving away from idle contemplation. âItâs made me happy.â
Her reply, so simple and spoken as if it was the truth of the world, made colour rise up the young manâs cheeks.
âRoy?â Her inquisitive expression was wondering why heâd turned away from her so sharply. It was to hide his blush, but she didnât need to know that.
Upon hearing her reasons, a warmth spread across his chest. It trickled down through his ribs and settled into his heart, burrowing in deep as something he would keep with him for the rest of his days.
Heâd done that for her. Sheâd kindly opened up her home and her sanctuary to him. It had felt like all Roy had done recently was take and take. The feeling of being able to give something back in return was welcome. Not that Roy Mustang thought the indomitable Riza Hawkeye needed any kind of protection from the likes of him â the image of her rifle resting against the wall by her front door flashed into his mind â but it was⌠nice. He felt useful to her. And that was something he wanted to be.
âSorry,â he mumbled, schooling his expression. He could blame the heat of the evening on the flush of his skin if she asked. âIâm glad I could make you h â happy.â He cursed himself for the sudden onset of a stutter.
âYou do,â she replied confidently, turning back to look out over the fields. Her confidence dwindled slowly, turning timid as she opened her mouth to speak further. âYou⌠make me feel safe.â
It was so quiet he had to strain and concentrate, but when the words sunk in Roy was afraid his heart had stopped beating. His head turned sharply to look at her, but she was looking back down at that worm, shoulders back up at her ears.
Well. Now it was going to be even harder to return to Central alone.
âI do?â
His question was stupid. His brain couldnât comprehend anything else, so it left his lips with the same intonation as his feelings towards it. He wished he could form something more coherent for her in what felt like a pivotal moment of their evening. Riza was being open and sharing. It didnât happen very often, so he should be cherishing this, not staring at her blankly in surprise.
âYes,â she whispered shyly. âIt was⌠hard. Not having Father here. Knowing he was really gone, and it was just me left.â Her voice had grown stronger, her shoulders peeling down from her ears one final time as she voiced her thoughts and well-hidden feelings. âYour assistance has reminded me that Iâm more than just his daughter, the bearer of his secrets.â
Rizaâs head turned. There was a fire in her eyes, a confidence, and Roy was trapped by it. Held steady by her determination.
âYou make me feel safe,â she repeated slowly, testing out her wording while her cheeks became covered in a dusting of pink, âlike Iâm allowed to be anything I want. Sharing my burden with you was the best decision Iâve made,â she nodded, confirming it for herself.
âOh, um.â Roy continued to stutter.
Expectantly, Riza had looked up at him but her head cocked as he sat there staring at her instead.
He didnât have an answer for that. He didnât know what to reply. If anything, that sentence made his yearning to stay even stronger. The dedication was on the tip of his tongue. Lips parted but no words left him, just a strangled sound.
âIâm sorry if that was too bold of me, Mr. Mustang,â she apologised, casting her gaze away from him. Retreating from him. The use of his title stung.
No! The voice in his head yelled the reply but it didnât quite make its way out of his throat. Sheâd just bared her soul to him and all he could do was stare.
âNo, no,â he reassured hastily, hands waving in front of him. Roy shifted on the step, moving closer. It caught her off guard, and Riza flinched in surprise. âNo, not too bold at all,â he added. âThank you. But I feel unworthy of such a praise from you.â
âJustâŚâ Riza sighed as she looked into his eyes, suddenly very close. âThank you,â she finished, completely sincere.
âThank you in return, Riza.â
âWhat for?â Her brow creased in her confusion.
âFor opening yourself up to me. With⌠your fatherâs work,â he gestured over her shoulder at her back, âand for just now.â
Tentatively, Roy reached out for her hand and placed his atop hers. A quiet gasp left her lips, making him smile.
âThank you for trusting and believing in me,â he murmured.
âItâs an easy thing to do, Iâve realised.â Her admittance was shy, but her voice held strong in volume. She didnât retreat away from him.
âIâm glad.â His smile almost split his face in two.
Both of them remained sitting there, looking up at the dark sky as they waited for the stars to come out to play. Their joined hands never parted, both of them shrouded underneath the warmth of a single blanket.
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THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH EP 15, My Appreciation and How It Made Me Feel
PM Koo teams up with LR. At least that is what PM was thinking. But for LR, slight different. He thinks PM will somehow give advantage for him but ended up disappointed, because PM cannot become a queen, and suspended as a PM. She cant even near a high position now. She cannot get Gon or Kingdom of Corea and that pisses LR off. PM become greedy and put her guard down. He thinks LR wanted a cooperation and inform him that she will take Gonâs flute for her. Which makes LR mad and choke her đ¤Łđ¤Ł LR asking her to bring him into Gonâs mom mass memorial day and leave her
Gon is back to kingdom now. He hugs Lady Noh so tight 𼺠he is thankful to her for everything that she have done for him. Apparently Gon indebted to her much. I loved her punchline âi know pyeha / ěëë¤ ííâ means she understand things that Gon cant even / doesnât have to explain. I love their relationship
Gon exiled Prince Buyeongâs son so that he cannot go back to Corea, because he found out that he is LR accomplice on the treason night. Gosh i hate that man!
Apparently Gon took KSJ to Corea to let him see his real mom. This scene was well made! Acting wise, amazing. KSJ lines, amazing. Music, amazing! Poor KSJ. He is also growing up becoming a stoic character đĽşđĽş
Conversation between KSJ and Gon feels a bit heavy. Gon told KSJ about his plan, apparently he dont plan to save himself this time. The target is to get or kill LR. So Gon is planning to go and sacrifice himself for the good đĽşđĽş i loooove Gonâs facial expression here. And his eyes speaks his fear but also trying to accept his fate. Something like âsigh-ingâ
LR was back to Korea to prepare his big plan. But unfortunately he let his guard down, SJH put poison in the food to kill herself basically. And LR minion couldnât save her because Gon was set to cross the portal at that time so times stops. SJH was finally relief to be able to die, but here i am crying đĽşđĽş and her using LR punchline before while dying was cool thought by the writer! âDid you pray?â !!!
And did you realize? LR face most of the time was always stain with blood. Poor him đ
Another appreciation was to the editing team, they did a great job in this scene. Especially for the scoring đŻđŻđŻ
LR took his gun and run outside, then he met Gon!
LR âi even transcends death, but how is it that im unable to avoid you? How did you find me here?â
Gon âit would be good if it was me alone, but im not.â
âSome one sets the time (SJH)
Someone chases after you (i assume this was KSJ/the detectives)
Someone prays for you to get caught (this could be Lady Noh and JTE)
And someone is going to fight you (Gon, JY, KSJ) â
Then LR said that Gon should have wait him at the memorial not confront him here. This kind of storyline was fresh for me too. Because usually story like this always go with âmake the doomed happen first then resolve it afterâ but with TKEM, the main character manage to prevent the doomed before it happened. Which im fine with it because its possible. But i kind agree with LR. Can we get that chaos in the mass memorial first then solve it? That would be epic. But then maybe they dont have enough time to explore that. Maybe in another timeline, reality or universe. But this is also satisfying and well done. If you can prevent it, why not? That is more work in a smart way.
Gon then took LR to bamboo forest to check on how to use the flute to travel back to 1994. What Gon knew, the flute need to be whole inside to do so. But then how to do it was a bit tricky. It needs both LR and Gon to be inside the space between 0 and 1. Because each of their blood soak into each of the flute. Gon was a bit in dilemma because he need someone to go inside the gate with LR in order for it to happen. What scary was nobody knew whats going to happen with that person if he succeeded or fail. All assuming that person will go inside and dead. Then KSJ volunteered to do so. OMFG! P.S then we also got a glimpse of the portal when the flute was whole. Kind of cool. If fills with so many universe and possible of eternity life !
SO THE LR INTERROGATION THAT WE SAW IN EP 1 WAS ACTUALLY FROM EPS 15! Wahh im impressed. I did not see that coming! Gon also doing his final honor for SJH and buried / burned her body properly (brb cry đ) and to prepare if something bad happen he ask secretary Mo to announce that Se Jin (Prince Buyeong granddaughter) will be the first in line to replace Gon if something happen to him đĽşđĽş Secretary Mo and JY looks worried
Then something weird happened. Suddenly the flower that Gon gave to JTE on eps 10 disappeared. JTE worried that Gon already preparing for the reset and he will be gone forever from her memories 𼺠she comes to see LR and ask where is the flute? LR was pissed here, because he donât understand why people are not scared and tend to give their lives away to make things right. He doesnât understand love đĽşđĽş and LR was stays evil to the end because he kills Se Jin and swap PM Koo mother. Which is very scary! KGE, LJJ, LMH, JEC acting in this sequence was out of this world. The director and all team was making this sequence very well too. All the thrilled was there even though it was just a short scene each. I loved them more now but we are left with only 1 episode for the finale đĽşđĽşđĽş
In Korea, JTE released Luna. JTE have a planned to go with LR into the space between 1 and 0 because she is afraid if Gon will alone doing his duty 𼺠She basically ready to leave Korea forever because she asked Luna to take her place while she was gone. JTE asking Luna to steal LR to bring him to JTE and JTE come to KSJ to ask for the flute and let her replace him to do the duty. And it was the most heartbreaking conversation between this two friends and one of the most heartbreaking confession i have ever watched. I loved how they shot this scene, the camera seems to be shaking, i think its cool and also the way KSJ holds JTE hand đĽşđĽş
Kudos to KGE and KKN here! Damn! Where is your daesang again?!
Finally here we saw that jacket of doomed which we saw on eps 1 and eps 10 worn by Gon. Its his ceremonial outfit that he supposed to wear during his most glorious moments. And him following his destiny to die for the sake of doing right things, teared me up. Before he go back to the past, he visit Lady Noh for a final goodbye, seriously i cried. He told Lady Noh about kim sowol poems, Gon knew that she was coming from Korea. Gon was also conveying his feelings to her âthanks to you, i can read such a beautiful poemsâ. Gon asked Lady Noh to let him go again and the way she said âif i let you go this time, will you ever comeback?â And cried, teared me up too. Meanwhile JTE also prepared to go with LR inside the portal, she is using the necklace from Gon, the one that has the symbol of Corea 𼺠its for her also her glorious moments. Surprisingly Gon going inside the portal not alone, JY was there to company him. As what he promised, he will be there in any battlefield Gon is about to go through đĽşđĽşđĽş
How it made me feel:
What a solid episode! This eps making my eyes swelled. It was full with bittersweet moments, thrilling moments, a lot of goodbyes, a lot of revelation, and it left me anxious for the finale. How can they solved this all? Can we still get a happy ending? Also this episode was so cool because the ending is the beginning. What we saw on eps 1 was actually a flashback! No wonder the screen size was different. Like what they usually used for past events! Cool!
What i also wants to appreciate is Kim Eun Sook writing skill. I have to admit im not a big fan of her, sometimes her script was a bit cheesy, overly dramatic and predictable. But since mr sunshine and especially TKEM she changed that all and turns out to be more mature. And darker? For me TKEM is focusing more on doing the right things, it has values more than just a rich boys/cool boys meets a cool ordinary girls and falls in love premise and finish. But this time its about true value of love, true value of relationship, about responsibility, vulnerability. At some point it reminds me of harry potter. TKEM gave me the same feelings/premise to while i was reading/watching HP. I loved how it turned out so far, its up to the finale. Will it be one of the best series i have ever watched? Or no?
Also, i really loved how KES writes KSJ character, he has so many reason to be bad. But he did not. I loved how she portrays a very good example of stoicism in his characters. Very good đŻ
Another appreciation is for the directing and cinematography, guys, you blown me away!
#the king eternal monarch#tkem#lee min ho#kim go eun#woo do hwan#jung eun chae#kim kyung nam#lee jung jin#kim eun sook#kdrama
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Nightmares - Gabriel x Reader
No warnings, just keep in mind that I have not seen season 13 yet, so this is just my interpretation of Loki.
And also know, that this is based off the Norse Myths.
Characters: Gabriel and Loki, Dean and Sam (mentioned)
You couldn't sleep for the life of you. You tossed and you turned, you moaned and you groaned, but you couldn't get to sleep. The previous hunt had messed you up. The creature had decided that killing small children was it's favorite pass time. It was a shifter. It shifted into the children's parents before they would go and kill the poor kid. It just didn't sit right with you. Not to mention Gabriel had disappeared soon after they had finished the hunt, not leaving you any sort of explanation or mental note that he often sent you. That was the perk of having a pervy, mind reading archangel as a boyfriend.
To top it all off, your head was pounding, and you couldn't find relief in any of the painkillers or the semi-cold pillow you tried to cool your head off with.
You had curled up in your bed with Gabriel's red shirt on your frame, trying to focus on something other than your pounding skull and your sudden inability to sleep.
You climbed out of bed and yawned, stretching your limbs as you wandered to the nearest bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help.
You climbed out of Gabriel's shirt for a moment and then began running the water, deciding last minute to turn the shower into a hot bath.
You couldn't help but worry about the archangel. He never usually played pranks on you. And when he did, it was never about making you think he had gotten hurt. Which at the current moment, wasn't far off from where your head was at.
You shook your head and stepped into the bathtub, sinking down into the water and closing your eyes. No sounds. No distractions. Just you, alone with your thoughts. How dangerous.
For being a hunter, the last hunt messed you up more than it should have. But who could blame you? Demons had possessed your parents and had tried to kill you, so the hunt had struck a nerve within you. Gabriel was the only one who knew about your past. Other than the Winchesters, obviously. They were the ones who exorcise your possessed parents, and offered you to come on the road with them when they ended up not surviving the exorcism. It had been the best decision of your life.
Gabriel met you soon after, being in hiding, of course. He was the janitor at Crawford Hall, and you had instantly felt something off about him. That he couldn't just be a trickster. Sam and Dean hadn't listened to you. Turns out, you had been right.
Gabriel had taken a liking to you from the very beginning. He liked flirting with you, making you blush, annoying the Winchesters with how obnoxious it often got.
At first, you didn't know how to react, and got flustered really easily. But over time, whenever the trickster and archangel was around, you grew to expect it. And a crush began forming around the flirting and the banter that began between you two.
A smile formed on your lips as you recalled how you had met the archangel, and how he had attached himself to you and your life ever since. Even when you took a small road trip away from the brothers when you had found out you still had family, Gabriel had managed to tag along.
The warm water gently moved over your bare body, slowly lulling you to a long awaited sleep.
When you opened your eyes inside your dream, everything was dark. The trees, the sky, even the sun. It was like someone had turned the contrast up on the world.
You wandered around the dreamscape, seeing nothing lifelike. The trees were barren, and the grass was pale. A harsh wind bustled by your ear and sent a roaring sound pounding through your head. Then the sound started to turn from incoherent roaring to... speech.
It sounded like someone crying for help. Someone familiar. But you couldn't figure out who.
So what do you do? You turn around, and walk towards the voice, despite the roaring wind that still persisted and hollered as it passed you.
As you grow nearer, the voice grows louder, and you can almost tell who it is. Its on the tip of your tongue, you could feel it. And then it hits you. Its Gabriel.
You take a few more steps forward before the scene in front of you changes, and you can suddenly see Gabriel.
Gabriel is being held up against a tall rock, being held there by ropes that were... of unidentifiable origins. His arms and legs were bound, and a snake was hoisted above him, venom dripping from it's fangs down towards his face.
Gabriel let out cries of pain as someone stands in front of him, staring him down. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you knew by Gabriel's reaction, it wasn't good.
You immediately called out Gabriel's name, but he couldn't hear you. You raced forward and tried to rip the ropes off, but they wouldn't budge.
You cried oug in frustration, striking the rock in anger. You rushed to Gabriel's side, and found a bowl on the ground. It was then that you were able to see and hear the other figure, making you freeze when you saw him.
"So you want to be me? Huh? Wanna be in hiding? Well then you gotta take all the perks along with it. You look the part. Now you get all the punishments too." The man sneered, smirking as he stared at Gabriel.
The man looked exactly like Gabriel. All the way to the eyes and the hair. Yet he wore something more Scandinavian than what Gabriel wore. And his pupils were much more slender. It all suddenly hit you. This was Loki. The actual god of mischief that Gabriel had impersonated for his 'Witness Protection'.
Had this actually happened? Had Gabriel dealt with Loki's infamous punishment for killing Baldur?
Your heart ached at the possibility. You looked back up at Gabriel, watching as the venom dripped down and burned his eyes, making him cry out in pain. You immediately picked up the bowl and climb up to the top of the rock, holding the bowl over Gabriel's face, catching the falling venom, even for a second.
"I hope you enjoy all the perks, Feathers. You deserve 'em." Loki sneered, and then looked up. "Huh, maybe you are meant to copy me. You even got yourself a whore to collect the venom for you." Loki jabbed, winking at you. You almost lost your balance, seeing Gabriel below you finally staring up at you with a sad look in his now dull and reforming eyes.
You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Loki stepped forward and gripped your chin, making you squirm. Gabriel let out a growl from below you, making Loki smirk. He said nothing, and merely pressed a meaningless kiss to your lips, and forced your lips against his. It felt wrong. It was nothing like how Gabriel kissed you, despite his lips being the same as Gabriel's. It was lacking in love completely.
Then, suddenly, the bowl in which you had been collecting the venom in, was forcefully tipped over, covering Gabriel in the venom, making you cry out his name, praying over and over that he was okay. Gabriel had immediately let out a loud cry of agony, his limbs and body tensing in pain. Loki laughed maniacally at your terror, and suddenly all of your senses shifted, and you quickly sat up in the bath, having finally woken up from your terrible nightmare.
You skook terribly as you climbed out of the bathtub, draining the now lukewarm water. You wrapped a towel around you and grabbed Gabriel's shirt, carrying it off to your room.
You immediately dropped the towel once your door was closed, and pulled Gabriel's shirt over your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as you whispered a silent prayer to the archangel, just wishing for him to respond. For you to know he was okay and not with some evil, demonic demigod.
Soon a flutter of wings entered your peripheral of audio, and you immediately turned around and hugged the now present archangel.
"Woah! Sugar, I didn't expect a hug from you, especially this early in the morning." He joked, his arms wrapping around you.
You sniffled and pressed your face in the crook of his neck, fighting off the incoming tears.
Gabriel frowned, and began ro rub your back. "Hey... what happened Sugarplum?" He asks, wanting desperately to find out what made you cry, and smite it out of existence.
You sniffled again, and tightened a grip onto his shirt and jacket, not letting go of him. "I...I had a nightmare about you. I had to make sure you were okay..." you admitted through your quivering voice.
Gabriel sighed, squeezing you tighter against him. He kissed the top of your head, and just held you. He lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, laying you down on the mattress before he climbed in beside you.
"Sugar...whatever it was, its not real. I promise. Im right here, aren't I?" Gabriel asked. You nodded, looking up at your boyfriend, staring into his whiskey colored eyes. He smiled in response. "Then you have no reason to fret. Cause Doctor Sexy is here to make it all better." He teases, booping your nose.
You let out a soft giggle, scrunching up your nose at the contact. Gabriel smiled at you, and looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow as he saw his shirt on you.
"Is that... my shirt?" He asks, laughing a bit at the tail end. You blushed a bit and wrapped your arms around yourself, pouting a bit.
"So what if it is?" You protested. Gabriel let out another laugh at that. His arms tightened around you, kissing your forehead again.
"All the more proof that you're mine." He says, smirking slyly as he held you close. You leaned your head against his chest, humming softly as you heard the soft thumping of his vessel's heart.
"I promise... I'll always be here Sugar. Even when I'm not." He assures, pressing his hand against the side of your head to encourage you to lay against him.
You smiled softly to yourself, and then closed your eyes again. This time, you knew the nightmares would come, but you'd have your archangel there to chase them away.
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oooo i sent it more as a fix prompt but also from one adhdhead to another iâm glad we agree!! thinking about sam and peter study dates
ahhhh fvbjsjvkbjf im so dumb iâm sorry i saw âadhd samâ and my brain just yelled YEAH. RADICAL. and that was it kjdvskfjÂ
that being said iâve been haunted by ricky montgomeryâs Line Without a Hook + eldonado since yesterday so........ hmmm.... (oh no this got wildly out of hand)
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Peter threw himself wholeheartedly into anything he worked on. It was just how he was built. Peter was either on or he was off, and it was hard to get him to change course once he was en route. Head down, eyes narrowed, his whole body angled down at his computer like if he got his face close enough to the screen, it would start streaming information right to and from his brain. His hair would flop, unnoticed, into his eyes and he would shove his glasses so far up his nose that Sam would worry he was going to bruise his nose.Â
All this to say, of course, that study dates were something of an occupational hazard when you were best friends with Peter Maldonado.
And also secretly in love with him.
Well, mostly-secretly. Secretly to Peter, and probably only Peter, because Sam was 90% sure everyone else was in on the secret and knew how hopelessly gone Sam was for his oblivious best friend. Gabi was the only one who ever said anything to him about it, though. So, little victories.Â
Finals were looming over their heads like a dark storm cloud. Looming on the horizon, fucking with barometric pressure just enough to make everyone jumpy and nervous. Peter worked well under pressure- which was a good thing, because Sam knew Peter put more pressure on himself than anyone else did- but he would always show up the night before a big exam and demand that Sam help him study. It was so commonplace after seven years of friendship that Sam didnât question it anymore. Mostly.
There was always that small, hopeful, and nervous voice in the back of his head asking why Peter always studied with Sam when he studied just as well on his own. The only answer he could think of was that Peter knew Sam studied better with him there. But that wasnât- that couldnât- Sam always shut that annoying little voice down before it spiraled any further.
It didnât do anyone any good to overcomplicate things that were objectively very simple. Peter liked routine, they were best friends, Sam was the only one who could talk Peter down from an academics-induced panic attack at 2 in the morning the night before a final exam. 2 + 2 = 4. Simple math.Â
Sam was slumped on his back, halfway falling off his bed with his head and shoulders draped over the side of his mattress. The notebook he was supposed to be reviewing was abandoned, sitting on his stomach. Peter was sitting at Samâs desk, leaned over and scowling at his laptop.Â
It was unfair, really, how pretty Peter looked illuminated by the blue-white light of his notes document. Sam had the perfect view of Peterâs upside down profile, all furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw and dark hair thatâd had hands run through it too many times. It was late and Samâs brain was wrung out and exhausted, only able to focus on Peterâs expression as he mouthed whatever obsolete moment in history he was trying to commit to memory, and the looping chorus of a Carly Rae Jepsen song heâd had stuck in his head for the last two hours.Â
A big part of being friends with Peter Maldonado was knowing when to draw the line.Â
âPete, dude.â Peter looked up, blinking away the lines of notes Sam could almost see in his eyes. âItâs the middle of the night. Either we know it or we donât at this point.â
âYou think we should cut our losses?â
âI know you can survive on three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee, dude, but I canât.â Sam tapped himself on the forehead. âThis baby needs r&r or I canât fucking function.â
âRight, right. What time is it?â
Sam sat up- an impressive showcase of his abs that Peter didnât notice, of course- and dug around in his rumpled comforter for his phone. â12:30.â
Peter sighed heavily, tipping his head back against the headrest of Samâs computer chair. âI should go home.â
âDude. Just-â Sam was his own worst enemy sometimes-Â âjust spend the night.â
âYeah? Your moms wonât mind?â
âNah, Iâm pretty sure they assumed thatâs what was happening when you showed up after dinner.â
It was probably just a weird reflection from the computer light on one of Samâs posters onto Peterâs face. There was no way that Peter was blushing.Â
âAnyway,â he continued, shoving his textbook and notes off of his bed instead of looking at Peter, âIâm gonna drive you tomorrow anyway, right? Saves me a trip.â
Peter closed his laptop with a soft click. âYeah, sure, if itâs not-â
âItâs cool, dude, donât be weird. Just two bros-â
âChilling in a hot tub?â
Sam prayed Peter couldnât see the hot blush he felt rising to his cheeks. Five feet apart cause theyâre not gay. âWhatever you want, dude.â
Peter knew Sam was gay. He was the first person Sam had come out to- followed closely by Gabi and his moms. But there was a difference, Sam was sure, to having your best friend be gay versus having your best friend be gay and in love with you. An invisible line in the sand that would shift their relationship forever. Sam didnât want to test how that shift would happen. Didnât want to risk losing his best friend on the off chance that he wasnât alone.Â
âRight.â Peter repeated.Â
They went to bed in pieces: Sam pulling on an old pair of sweatpants and throwing one to Peter, Peter neatly stacking all his notes on one corner of Samâs desk, Sam kicking all his schoolwork to the edges of his bedroom floor as opposed to the middle of it, Peter brushing his teeth with the same toothbrush heâd kept in the Ecklund house since they were ten, Sam turning off all the lights, Peter wandering back into his bedroom, Peterâs hair turning to gold and ink in the faint streetlight coming in from the window, the two of them curling up back to back in Samâs bed just like they always did.
And then it was dark and quiet and all Sam could hear was the faint sound of Peterâs breathing beside him. The warmth from Peterâs back mere inches from Samâs. Theyâd fallen asleep next to each other a million times, but Sam still felt electric with the proximity. How easy it would be to just- stretch his legs out and wind his feet with Peterâs, to flip over and press his nose into the soft place where his hairline met the back of his neck, to whisper something hopeful and mortifying into the still night air and hear Peterâs breath catch in silent response.
Sam stayed still, held himself perfectly motionless lest he finally show his hand. And eventually, they both fell asleep.
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Peter woke up surrounded by Sam. The pillow heâd pressed his face into smelled like Samâs hair and the sheets on his bed were the same tacky Star Wars ones heâd been so proud of in the seventh grade and the bed was warm with Samâs body next to him. For an instant, Peter let himself consider it: waking up next to Sam like this every day. Falling asleep with his arms wrapped around Sam and waking up with his head on his chest.Â
He squeezed his eyes shut against the glaring dawn light, and against the daydream that quickly threatened to spin out of control. He could still hear Samâs sleep heavy breathing behind him.
Slowly, Peter sat up in bed, pushing his hair out of his face and scrounging the nightstand as quietly as he could for his glasses. He allowed himself a single glance at Sam- sleep soft and sprawled out on the bed, his hand inches from where Peterâs shoulder had been, like heâd been reaching out in his sleep- before standing up and grabbing his phone from where heâd left it charging on the desk.
âSam.â Peter poked his shoulder. âSam.â
He groaned incoherently, but rolled over, which was a good sign.Â
âYou have to get up, dude.â
âBreakfast?â Sam mumbled.
âYeah,â Peter laughed a little, âIâm sure your momâs making breakfast.â
âUrrgghhh.â
Peter grabbed the clothes heâd left in the corner the night before and pulled an old t shirt out of Samâs closet. âIâm stealing a shirt.â
âOh,â Sam said, half sitting up and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. âYeah- good, okay.â
âIâm gonna go-â Peter gestured weakly towards the door, and beyond it, the bathroom. Sam peered up at him, the light from the window hitting his face in a single pane, like something out of a sun-soaked French movie. Like this was the moment where one of them broke the uncertainty, the silence. Peter could see the scene unfolding in his mindâs eye, like heâd seen it a hundred times. Heâd say something like, did you sleep well? And Sam would answer, better with you here, and Peter would oh-so-slowly close the distance and drop his jeans to the floor and Sam would arch up and meet him halfway and the camera would pan away, leaving them both washed in the golden early-morning light. âBathroom. Iâm gonna go to the bathroom.â Peter said, and closed the bedroom door behind him.Â
He splashed water on his face and combed through his hair with his fingers, throwing on yesterdayâs jeans and Samâs t shirt under his sweatshirt and hoping it wasnât obvious to anyone else how badly Peter wished every morning could be like this.Â
He left the bathroom quickly and perched on the edge of Samâs bed, scrolling through twitter while Sam did his hair in the bathroom.Â
Breakfast was quiet and normal and filled with the usual mini-dramas in the Ecklund house. Kara didnât want PB&J for lunch and one of Samâs moms left the flat iron on in their bathroom and Leah almost burned the eggs and Sam spent half of breakfast finishing the math homework heâd almost forgotten he had.Â
Sam drove them both to school early for the Morning Show, laughing and singing along to his âperfectly composed drive to school playlist,â and the rest of the day went on normally. He took his history test and saw Sam in math class and they sat with Ming and Randall and Phil at lunch.Â
But all the while, Peter couldnât shake the feeling that something had shifted. Heâd had... feelings for Sam for a while, unquantifiable and nebulous. Heâd categorized them all: the way his stomach twisted when Sam smiled at him crookedly, the skipped beat of his heart when Sam slung his arm around Peterâs shoulders, how his hands got clammy when he caught Sam watching him out of the corner of his eye, how he always found ways to hangout during and after school. But heâd never dared to name the feeling. Defining it meant- meant he should do something about it. Made it real.Â
But that morning, waking up next to Sam, borrowing his t shirt to wear to school, falling asleep next to each other- they were all things theyâd done a million times before. Peterâs chest ached with the normalcy, the domesticity of it.Â
Peterâs fingers itched to try and piece it all together, his feelings and Samâs and their history together. String it all together on a corkboard until it made sense. But Peter knew it wouldnât work. Not without Sam there to see the bigger picture in the first place. Itâs why they worked so well together; Peter would gather and organize all the information, but Sam was the one that knew how to put it together, knew how to see the forest from the trees in a way Peter never could on his own. Even if he tried to map out the snarl of feelings in his chest, Peter knew heâd be left with a labyrinth of post-its and red string without Sam there to untangle it for him.
Dramatic irony, he supposed.
Peter caught the bus home, Sam had something for theatre after school, and spent the entire ride with his music turned as high as it would go, trying not to think about Sam as he stared out the window.Â
The problem, Peter realized, with being a self-professed movie lover, is that your brain starts to treat life like a movie. He could imagine a dozen different ways his life could spiral out from this moment, a dozen different movie time-lines he could find himself in. The tragedy, where he never tells Sam and lives his entire life in uncertainty. The drama, where he tells Sam and it tears their friendship apart. The tragic love story, where he and Sam are together and happy until theyâre not. The comedy, where Sam laughs him off and they go back to their friendship with a tiny crack between them, spackled over with laughter thatâs just a little strained.Â
The romantic comedy, where everything goes perfect and they ride out into the sunset.Â
Life wasnât like the movies, though, nothing ever went as simple or as straightforward or as cinematic. There isnât a director behind the camera who can call cut and change the scene halfway through. There arenât any sweeping cinematic shots with atmospheric indie pop playing in the background.
It was just Peter, and Sam, and the creeping uncertainty hanging between them.Â
Right before dinner that night, Peter got a text from Sam.
sam: thanks for the study help last night, felt good about the test today
sam: donât stress i know youre freaking out about it too
sam: you did great on the test pete i know it
Peter blinked at his phone, at the unspoken I know you hidden inbetween the lines. Sam knew him better than anyone, knew his habits and his worries and his annoying little tendencies. And he was still there.Â
And that, Peter realized, said more than anything else.
Love wasnât a panoramic of a passionate kiss at sunset. It was knowing someone, learning them backwards and forwards, all the good and the bad pieces of them. It was staying, not despite everything, but because of it.
Peter loved him. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
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The doorbell rang at the end of dinner. Sam rushed to get to the door before his sisters- if he was lucky, it was their batty old neighbor Mrs Gorschtt and she would prattle on for fifteen minutes about her cat, shove a cake into Samâs hands, and get him out of having to help clean the kitchen.
But when he opened the door, it wasnât Mrs Gorschtt standing on the front porch, it was Peter.Â
âHey, dude, whatâs up? We donât have like a math test tomorrow I blanked on, do we?â
âHuh?â Peter blinked at him, âNo, no.â
âSo, whatâs up?â Sam stepped out onto the porch beside Peter, closing the front door behind him. Maybe he could still get out of washing the dinner dishes.Â
âUh- so, the thing is-â Peter muttered, twisting one of the strings from his hoodie between his fingers. Samâs stomach dropped; something was wrong. Peter was nervous, uncertain about something. He wasnât looking Sam in the eye, and he had one arm wrapped around his stomach like a shield. His head started spinning with a million different things Peter could be upset about, but the thing Sam kept coming back to- he knew.
Somehow, Peter had finally figured him out. And he was coming to tell Sam- what? That they couldnât be friends anymore? That Sam had made it weird?Â
âPete-â Sam started, trying to cover his bases, trying to fix this before his best friendship in the world went up in flames.
âYouâre the only one who calls me that.â Peter interrupted, finally looking at Sam.
âWhat?â
âPete. Youâre the only one.â
âI- weâre friends, dude, Iâm allowed to have nicknames.â Sam tried to laugh, but it sounded forced, even to his ears.
âI- I know,â Peterâs eyebrows were furrowed, and he was staring at Sam like he was a page of history notes he was trying to memorize. âI got your text.â
âOh, uh okay.â
âSammy, I uh, I have to say something, and I want you to promise youâll let me finish.â
Samâs stomach dropped even further. Here it was. The end of everything. âRight,â he tried to smile at Peter, âsure dude, whatever you need.â
Peter nodded. âYouâve been my best friend since the fifth grade. You know all of my secrets, all the bad things that I donât tell anyone else. You know that I donât like orange-flavored things because I had too much orange-flavored medicine as a child and that I stay up too late studying the night before a test and I panic after I finish taking it. You watch movies I recommend, even though you think High School Musical 2 is the best movie ever made, you- god-â Peter scrubs his hands through his hair, clenching his eyes closed briefly- âthis would be so much easier if I could just- you can see the big picture. Like with this you could just- take the words, the discrete pieces of data and put them together. Make it cohesive, coherent. Iâm not making sense,â he muttered.
âPete-â
âI donât want to just spend the night after study dates.â Peter blurted out abruptly. His face froze, like he wasnât sure what he just said, like he was terrified Sam was going to misunderstand. âI- I mean. I want to do real dates. With you. And spend the night and wear your clothes and have my hoodies smell like you and watch you spin around in the morning show chairs without having to worry about you catching me and I want to see you without gel in your hair and I want to lean against you when we have movie nights and-â
âPete.â
âSammy,â Peter said, kind of breathless. âGo on a date with me.â
âLike a study date?â Sam said, also kind of breathless.
âLike a date-date. Please.â
âYeah. Yeah, just- come here-â and then Samâs hands were on either side of Peterâs face and his fingers were in his hair and Peterâs hands were caught in Samâs sweater and then-
Peter kissed like he didnât know all the answers, for once, and he was okay with it. Peter kissed like he was memorizing everything about the moment. Peter kissed like he was planning on replaying it like an old video tape, over and over until the tape wore thin and tore. Peter kissed like he could hear the orchestra playing behind them, like they were in some cheesy made for tv rom com and were about to get their happy ending.
Peter kissed like Sam was his happy ending.
Finally, they broke apart- more to catch their breath than anything else.Â
âHell of a study date,â Sam breathed, unable to stop smiling.
âShut up.â Peter was smiling, too.
And, leaning back in, Sam did.
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Merry Band of Misfits
Fandom: Alex Rider/ Hawaii Five-0
Summary: After an incident, child services questions whether Steve is truly a good fit for Alex. Steve wonât stand for Alex being taken from him of course, and Danny is right there with him.
A/N: This started out as a little angst, a little comfort, and a whole lot of cheese, but somehow it turned into a little cheese, probably a lot of inaccuracy of how the system works, and a ton of angst sprinkled with comfort. What ya gonna do, tho, lol.
. . . .
They were still chasing their suspect through the crowded outdoor market when Steveâs phone vibrated incessantly in his pocket for the third time. His mind immediately jumped to Alex, wondering if he was okay, but he couldnât exactly answer at the moment. Ready to be done with this chase and praying the call wasnât anything too serious, he jumped up onto a low, narrow wall. Now moving faster than the man attempting to push his way through, it took less than a minute to catch up. Launching himself off the wall, Steve tackled the man to the ground.
âOh, just give it up,â Steve grumbled at the still-struggling man underneath him as he wrenched the suspectâs arms around and zip-tied his wrists together. He pulled the man back up to his feet as the rest of his team finally caught up. âBook âim, Danno.â
After they had pushed their way back out of the market, Steve finally fished his phone out of his pocket.
3 Missed Calls - Kapiâolani Medical Center
He stopped dead in his tracks, heart in his throat, as he played back the voicemail theyâd left for him. It didnât give him much to go on, unfortunately, but since the woman had introduced herself as a child advocate with the hospital, that didnât bode well. He didnât hesitate to call her back.
The other end rang twice before the same woman who left the message, Alana Kelekolio, answered.
âYeah, this is Commander McGarrett. You called about Alex? Is everything okay?â
. . .
As Steve stormed into the office, he didnât fail to notice the two people in the room who were clearly not medical staff, but for the moment he ignored them, opting to head straight for Alex, who had stood up as he had entered.
âHey, you all right, kiddo?â Steve asked, wrapping him in a hug.
âShoulder hurts, but otherwise Iâm fine.â
Steve snorted. âYeah, that happens when you dislocate it. What happened?â
Alex shrugged his good shoulder. âGot my feet tangled up with Nathanâs fighting for the ball during practice and fell.â
âYeah, you might need to spice that story up a bit before you tell it to anyone else.â That comment finally pulled a small smile out of the teen as Steve turned to address the other two people in the room. âSo weâre good to go then?â
âNot quite, Commander.â A man Steve vaguely recognized as Alexâs social worker stood up and stepped forward. Heâd been by the house a handful of times, but Steve honestly had a hard time remembering his name; he didnât leave much of an impression. Robert something, maybe? Robert Kent? That sounded right. âIf I could have a word with you alone?â he asked, gesturing towards the door.
Once they had stepped out and the door had clicked shut behind them, Robert continued. âThis is negligence at best, Commander.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou are Alexâs only emergency contact.â
âYes, and here I am. So what?â
âThe only reason I am here is because the hospital couldnât get a hold of you.â
âI was literally in the middle of chasing a human trafficker through Chinatown. What was I supposed to do, huh? Ask him to wait while I answer my phone?â
âAnd that is exactly why Alexâs case is going to be reviewed.â
For the second time in an hour, Steve felt his heart jump into his throat. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means I think someone was a little quick to hand you Alexâs custody, so there is going to be some careful thought as to if this is really the best situation for Alex.â
. . .
âI could have punched him, Danny. Was it oversight on my part? Yes, Iâll admit that it was. Initially I wasnât sure who else to put down since chances are if they canât get me then they wouldnât be able to get any of you guys either. So I put it off -- a little too long evidently -- but reviewing his case over that?â
Danny sat quietly, watching as Steve paced, waiting for him to finish.
âI mean, isnât that a little extreme? Especially coming from a guy who talks to Alex for maybe ten minutes in a month. He doesnât know anything.â Steve stopped with his back to Danny, a long sigh escaping. âHeâs finally starting to settle a little and theyâre about to take all of the progress heâs made away.â
âThat does seem like a little much,â Danny sighed when it seemed like Steve was done. âEspecially for something thatâs a quick fix. Did he tell you how soon theyâd make a decision?â
âEnd of the week.â Steve plopped down into one of the chairs opposite Dannyâs desk, rubbing wearily at his temples.
Danny nodded. âOkay. Iâm assuming you plan to fight this if they decide to pull him, right?â
âYou have to ask?â
âIf it comes to that, you know Iâll do whatever I can to help. Iâve got your back, babe.â
Some of the tension bled out of Steveâs shoulders at Dannyâs words. âI know. I know you do. Thank you.â
. . .
Alex stopped at the end of the driveway, staring at Steveâs truck with a frown. Theyâd left at the same time that morning so Alex knew Steve had driven himself to work. If it was here, that meant Steve was home already -- very, very early.
Which likely meant something was wrong.
He parked his bike next to the garage and went inside to find Steve sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his clasped hands, face pensive.
Steve dropped his hands, face softening slightly, when he noticed Alex. âHey.â
âYouâre home early, which is never a good thing. Whatâs wrong?â
Sighing deeply, Steve motioned to the spot next to him on the couch.
Alex dropped his bag onto the stairs and sat down.
âI already tipped you off, so Iâll just get right to the point. You -uh, you remember on Tuesday when you got hurt at practice?â
âHard to forget. Go on.â
âThe hospital called in child services when they couldnât get me right away, and that made them...less than happy.â
Alexâs stomach dropped. When he spoke, the words didnât feel like they were coming from his own mouth. âTheyâre taking me away, arenât they?â
Steve sighed again. âThey want to, but Iâm not letting that happen without a fight. I told you from the start that Iâm not gonna leave you on your own, and I meant it -- I still mean it. I have a hearing with a family court judge in a few weeks to decide the final verdict.â He wrapped an arm around Alexâs shoulders, and the teen easily melted into his side. âIâm not going to let them take you, Alex. Okay?â
âOkay. I trust you.â
As true as those words were, they still felt hollow on Alexâs tongue. He wanted to believe them but he knew it wasnât as simply as that either. No matter how much faith he had in Steve, they could still take him away.
And there would be nothing either of them could do about it.
. . .
The hearing was not going well and Danny knew it. Robert Kent seemed bent on removing Alex from Steveâs custody and was bringing up every even slightly questionable thing Steve had ever done, whether it related to Alexâs care or not.
And Danny was done listening.
âAnd furthermore, it was clearly negligence on Commander McGarrettâs part in failing to list a second emergency contact.â
âYour Honor, Iâm sorry to interrupt, but to be honest, none of this is in any way relevant.â
âDetective Williams, this is not your forum, and I do believe I am perfectly capable of determining what is relevant and what is not.â
âYes, I am aware of that, and I apologize -- I really do -- but if I may, I have something I need to say.â
âI do believe you will already be giving a statement.â
âI will be, but this has nothing to do with what Iâve planned to say, your Honor.â
The judge was silent for a moment before saying. âIâll allow it, but keep it brief, Detective.â
âYour Honor, with all due respect, if you allow Alex to be taken from Commander McGarrettâs custody based only on what you have heard so far, then you will be making a huge mistake.â He paused, taking a deep breath. Steve was either going to hug him or kill him for this later. âIâve known Commander McGarrett for a long time now, and I will be the first to admit that I hated his guts back then. I thought he was completely irresponsible and reckless. But hereâs the thing: heâs downright terrible at first impressions. So forget the bad first impression youâve been given here so far today because what you are probably thinking is exactly what I thought, too. But the fact of the matter is, your Honor, that I trust him with my life and, moreover, with the lives of my own children.
âSee, first impressions donât tell you everything about a person. My first impression didnât tell me that his guy was going to give me a place to belong in a place that I hated and a family in a place where I had no one.
âIf the other members of Five-0 could be here right now, I know theyâd say the same because Steve McGarrett likes to fix broken things. He has again and again taken the outcasts and the misfits and given them a place to call home. All of us at Five-0 are a family.
âAnd Alex is part of that family now, too.â
Danny paused; heâd been told to keep it short and he was sure heâd already talked longer than the judge wanted, but he hadnât been stopped yet either.
âRight now, Mr Kent is trying to tell you from a collection of âfirst impressionsâ why Commander McGarrett is unfit to be a parent, so allow me to tell you why Mr Kent is dead wrong.
âIn the past eleven months, Alex has gone from withdrawn and emotionally volatile to outgoing and emotionally stable -- as stable as any teenager can be, anyway. In the first three months alone Alex was diagnosed with PTSD, properly medicated to help mitigate symptoms, and started in therapy -- all things that should have happened much sooner but were easily overlooked as he was written off as a âproblem childâ and quickly passed around between homes like he didnât matter -- and maybe to those people, he didnât.
âBut therein lies the fundamental differences between everyone else Alex has been placed with and Commander McGarrett: instead of calling Alex the problem, he addressed the problems Alex had, and -- maybe even more importantly -- he has never once even considered giving up on Alex.
âCommander McGarrett may not be the perfect parent, but he is a good one, and he does genuinely care about Alexâs well-being and wants the best for him. One oversight that is easily corrected -- because make no mistake, thatâs the real reason why weâre here right now -- should not detract from all the good that has already happened -- and it has happened, your Honor; Iâve witnessed it myself. And that is how I can say with absolute confidence, your Honor, that if you allow this to happen, you will be making a huge mistake.â
Danny sat back down in the eerily quiet courtroom.
The judge cleared her throat. âThank you, Detective Williams. Your words will be taken into consideration.â
. . .
Alex couldnât concentrate, plain and simple. Steve had offered to let him stay home from school but Alex had declined, thinking it would be a good distraction. But it wasnât, and he was seriously considering going to the office and signing himself out for the day. His anxiety was the worst it had been in months so he doubted they would make him stay, but would it really be any better if he went home? He doubted it. So at school he would stay for the long four hours that still remained.
Maybe.
He really wasnât sold on the idea.
(But, again, being home alone probably wasnât the best idea either, but those were his only two options.)
He forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths; having a panic attack in the middle of World History would not do.
Somehow he made it through the rest of the class and to lunch, skipping the line and heading straight to his usual table, folding his arms and resting his head on them. Maybe if he could close his eyes and focus on his breathing for a minute then his stomach would dislodge itself from his throat and go back to where it belonged.
âAlex?â The clunk of a tray against the table and the thud of a bad against the floor accompanied the voice.
âHm?â
âMaybe you should go home, man.â
ââM fine.â
âYup. Thatâs very convincing.â
Alex took a breath and raised his head just enough to glare at his friend. âIâm fine, Koa.â
âYa know, I actually have to agree with him for once,â Nathan said as he slid into the seat next Koa. âYou really donât look good, man.â
Letting his head thump back down, Alex muttered, âItâs just anxiety. Itâs nothing.â
A pause, then, âAlex. Go home. Iâm serious.â
Alex knew they were right, but⌠He pushed himself all the way up, meeting their concerned gazes. âI really donât want to be alone so school is the better option right now.â
Koa shrugged. âThen call Commander McGarrett.â
âCanât. Heâs in court right now, and I donât know when heâll be out.â
As if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text from Steve.
Steve McGarrett: Hearingâs over. Theyâll call with the decision sometime this evening. Are you doing okay?
Alex sighed in relief; Steve always seemed to know when he was struggling and Alex didnât feel guilty about admitting it if someone asked first as opposed to him just saying it.
Alex Rider: Honestly not really. Steve McGarrett: Omw
âHeâs coming to get you, isnât he.â It wasnât a question.
Alex nodded. âYeah. Iâm just...gonna head to the office then. See you guys tomorrow.â
âNo, you wonât.â
Alex glanced at Nathan as he stood up. âWhat?â
âNo school? Itâs Thanksgiving.â
Alex stared blankly for a moment. âOh. Right. Forgot. Uhm, Monday -- Iâll see you Monday.â I hope.
By the time he got to the office, Steve was already there, still in his dress blues from the hearing, and it took Alex a minute to realize that Steve must have been headed this way to get him already even as heâd texted.
âSo howâd it go?â Alex asked as he settled into the passenger seat of the truck.
Steve let out a heavy sigh. âWell, not as good as Iâd been hoping, honestly, but not horribly either. Weâve still got a shot.â He paused, shifting into drive and pulling away from the curb. âSo what would you like to do with this suddenly school-free afternoon?â
Alex shrugged, worrying his bottom lip. His anxiety was still through the roof so he honestly didnât want to do much of anything.
âDid you eat?â
Busted. Once again, Steve always seemed to know. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he shook his head, stomach still rather queasy.
Expression full of understanding, Steve nodded once. âOkay. I want you to try when we get home though, all right?â
Alex took a deep breath. âNo promises on success.â
âThatâs okay. Just try.â
âOkay.â
The rest of the ride was relatively silent apart from Steve assuring him that he didnât need to worry about school or homework, that they would just relax until they had news.Â
Once home, Alex changed from jeans to sweats; no need to be anything less than completely comfortable all things considered. Alex sat down on his bed, listening as Steve went down to the kitchen to find something for them both to eat. Simultaneously exhausted and restless, he honestly didnât know if heâd rather take a nap or run a marathon. His breathing hitched, and he tried to push everything he was feeling into nice, neat compartments. He knew he shouldnât, that he should just get it over with and deal with it now, but if he could shove it away for only a few more hours, then he wouldnât have to deal with it at all. (Because in a few hours they would get word that he was staying -- he would be -- because if he wasnât, he didnât know what he would do.)
Calloused hands gently pried his apart, and as Alexâs eyes slowly focused on where Steve knelt in front of him, he wondered when the man had even come in. How long had he been sitting here that Steve had had to come up to get him?
âOh, kid.â
Those two words were all it took to open the floodgates. An ugly, hysterical sob tore out at the same time Steve pulled him into a hug.
Alex wasnât sure how long they sat there before the knot in his chest eased and the sobs pettered off into hiccups, but he did know that he didnât feel any better. Wasnât that what was supposed to happen? But he didnât, exhaustion settling even thicker in his bones, his stomach still uncomfortably lodged in his throat. If anything, he only felt worse.
âHow are you feeling, buddy? Any better?â
âNot really.â
Steve hummed in thought before he said, âWhy donât you come lay down on the couch and watch a movie with me, and we can go from there. Okay?â
He didnât want to move, but lying down definitely sounded nice. ââKay.â
Steve took one corner of the couch, and Alex curled up next to him, head on the manâs thigh. Some Disney movie played quietly on the TV, but Alex wasnât really paying attention. Time seemed to drag on; it could have been hours or only minutes before Steve asked if he was feeling up to eating. Alex could only shake his head in response and, strangely enough, Steve didnât push it.
Then finally -- finally -- Steveâs phone vibrated with an incoming call. Glancing at the ID displayed on the screen, Steve murmured, âThis is them,â before picking up. âSteve McGarrett.â
Alex sat up. He had thought heâd feel something when the call came, but all he felt was numb.
After a moment, Steve said, âThank you very much for calling.â As soon as heâd set his phone down, he turned to Alex and wrapped him in a hug. âRemind me to thank Danny by picking up his tab at Side Street next time. Looks like youâre stuck with me for a little bit longer, buddy.â
It took a moment longer than it should have for the meaning of those words to register, but when they did, Alex almost felt like crying all over again. Instead he tightened his grip and breathed for what felt like the first time in weeks. He couldnât help but think that maybe Steve really had been telling him the truth all along, that maybe it would actually be true this time.
Maybe he really would never have to be alone again.
. . .
âSo, a little birdy named Lou told me you might be needing someone as a second emergency contact for Alex,â Renee commented as she mixed up a salad at the counter. âIf you havenât figured someone else out already, you can always put me down, you know; I donât mind.â
âReally?â Steve asked, glancing up from the pan heâd just pulled from the oven. âI hadnât figured that out yet, so Iâd really appreciate that actually.â
âShoots, a sista beat me to it,â Kamekona said from the doorway. âI was gonâ offer, too.â
âAs was I,â Max added as Steve turned the corner, carrying the turkey to the table. âGiven my profession, I surmised it to be highly unlikely I would not be able to get away if called upon.â
âGreat minds think alike,â Jerry piped up next. âI mean, I donât exactly ever have anything I couldnât step away from if you needed me, after all, and when I work with you guys Iâm not really in the field for all the dangerous stuff, anyway.â
Danny laughed as he came out of the kitchen, carrying more dishes. âSo, uh, you think child services will be happy now with that many numbers to choose from?â
Steve couldnât help but chuckle. As Alex came up beside him, he threw an arm around the teenâs shoulders. âIâve definitely got a lot to be thankful for his year, you know that? So, thank you, guys -- I mean that; itâs been quite a year and I couldnât have done this without all of you.â
âYou donât need to thank us,â Chin replied with a smile. âWeâre ohana; itâs what we do.â
âYeah, if anything we should be thanking you,â Kono added. âNone of us would be here right now without you.â
Steve looked around at the people he called family and realized that Danny had been only partially correct. He may have created a space for them all to belong, but he needed it just as much as everyone else did. They had rescued him just as much as he had rescued them.
A merry band of misfits -- maybe that was just how it was always meant to be.
. . . .
Tags: @diekatimitdemhutohnehut @just-add-butter
#alex rider#hawaii five-0#crossover fanfiction#fic: merry band of misfits#fic: dywc#fic: don't you worry child verse#tag as a ship and i will eat your kneecaps#i feel like the depth of this is lost a little bit#because i haven't written much of the stuff that happens early on#in this first year alex is living with steve#but hopefully it's still as meaningful as i find it to be#since i already know All of the Things lol
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