#Can we return to bully Whisper hours?

[batthiief]

              ❝ What a novel idea. ❞

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Jealous much?

Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader

C/w: jealousy, friends to lovers troupe, reader helps Solivan with some bullies, Crowe and his feelings for the reader, Sol takes care of reader <3

A/n: I might make a sequel to this post cause..why not? I have at least 3 more works in progress of tkatb so stay tuned for more >:3. This was SUPPOSED to be more early but with graduation and my summer job its been hectic 😔 (not proofread)

Rain drops fell gently onto the surfaces that it could. The cloudy and cold atmosphere bringing back unwanted memories for me. It took me back to when I was a happy child running around the fields that my family owned. Why did fate had to be this way? I couldn't relish in the sad moment for long, my life had changed, some may think for the better, but in all honesty, I've lost myself in it.

The city life was not for the weak, especially in this society that judges you based on your backgrounds. Hallways and classrooms were empty as I walked by, meaning another day where I would stay behind until the sun rised up, studying in the library. It felt depressing, well, it was. Even with all my friends who share classes with me, I’ve never felt a sense of comfort around anymore. Upon arrival, I sighed gently while scanning my library card, heading towards my favorite spot and to hopefully meet him again: Solivan Brugmansia, the same man who I aided long ago.

Some bullies had cornered him, if it weren’t for me, he could’ve gotten bruised up badly(or so I thought). Sol’s strength was enough to not be messed around with yet, he was always careful with me. His long, black hair with green stripes was noticeable from afar, a smile subconsciously appeared across my features, walking towards him with my books in one arm and a cup of coffee in my hand.

“Hi” I spoke, my voice a mear whisper as he smiled, kissing my cheek while allowing me to sit beside him.

“Hey..thanks for the coffee, I saved your seat in hopes you’d be here” His gaze remained on the hoodie I wore, a purple-ish one with some designs around it, though I could tell something bothered him.

“Aw, that’s real sweet of you Sol..!” Taking the vacant seat by the window, Sol’s eyes returned to the book at hand, analyzing the text while taking a casual sip or two after some pages. I placed my books aside, taking out my computer and working on some last details for an upcoming presentation.

“Is that sweater you’re wearing someone else’s?” The question caught me off guard while Sol closed the book, his attention returning towards me as I continued to type away

“Crowe made me borrow it, he said it would get cold during the night, even if I insisted it was fine” A glint of jealousy made his eyes glimmer with a bit of rage, directed towards Crowe who had the audacity, in Sol’s words, to lend me something of his. After the small talk, we returned to our devices while Sol’s cup inched close to me. Which I thought nothing of it until the, now warm, liquid splashed against Crowe’s hoodie.

“Sol! Ah..what am I going to do now?” My eyes widened as the panic settled in. Pouted lips looking down at the mess that occurred while Sol spoke.

“I can wash it, and hand it over tomorrow..if you don’t mind?” The offer was tempting, and besides, the washing machine at my apartment had broken down. It was like an angel had been sent down from the heavens truly.

“Really? Well, if you’re offering..” With a smile, Sol helped me take the sweater off, folding it and placing it in his backpack. Was he really concerned or jealous by me wearing it? After an hour or so spent in the library, my sleepy eyes gazed over at Sol’s figure that had finished his book a few minutes prior 11:00pm.

His eyes turned to stare at me, as if, he knew I was staring beforehand. The library air making goosebumps arise on my skin as Sol noticed. A small warmth wrapped around my body, making me sigh while laying my hand down onto the table, resting for a bit as he smiled.

It was past noon when I woke up in a different place rather than the library. A soft, warm bed beneath me made contrast to the heavy rain pouring outside, making me groan and stretch my limbs, still remaining in the bed as the door suddenly opened. Solivan stood outside, entering shortly after while smiling, his body beside my own as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Mn, how did I get here?” Too tired to even acknowledge the strength he had to take me here, in his home, I was glad he did. The moment didn’t last long as I was now wide awake, staring up at the crimson eyes that gently creased while smiling

“You were tired and..we couldn’t stay at the library for too long, I hope you don’t mind” Room infused by Sol’s cologne made my heart flutter, it seemed he recently got out of the shower. Soft damp hair met my face as I buried it on the crook of his neck. Our actions were far too intimate to call this as “only friends”. Every reasonable thought left me as Sol wrapped an arm around my back, lips caressing my forehead and cheeks while smiling.

“It’s okay, you know I trust you Sol..” More rain could be heard from his room, creating a cozy and cold atmosphere around us. There was no one else I’d rather be with during these moments, so close yet…

“Are you hungry? I made some soup earlier..perfect for this weather, isn’t it?” I nodded, watching as he parted away from my body. Planting a kiss on my neck while walking towards the kitchen. The fresh and soft aroma of the miso soup he prepared made my stomach rumble with hunger

“You always make the best food Sol” Now reachinh the kitchen area, I sat by one of the bar stools, admiring the pink apron he wore. A bowl was later on placed in front of me, its contains making me smile as Sol spoke

“Mn? You really think so?” He asked, grabbing a bowl for himself. Standing in front of me while meeting my gaze, smiling as he enjoyed eating with me.

“Mhm! There’s no one else’s food that I’d enjoy then yours..” A hand was placed on my cheek, staring at Sol who leaned towards me, our lips meeting briefly as he smiled.

“Then..I wouldn’t mind cooking meals for you, my darling.” We shared another short but sweet kiss while smiling. Sol quickly went to wash the dishes, later returning to his bedroom, hand in hand. Warm touches graces my skin as Sol filled my embrace, kissing my face while sighing in peace.

Sequel (coming soon)

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 8

"I cannot believe you told my wife your date was with *Lena Luthor*," Alex whispers mid-yell, "before you told me!"

"Would it have changed your recommendation?"

At that, Kara hears Alex pause to consider.

"No," comes the final response. Then, "Did it work?"

Kara flushes-- she'd certainly gotten the reaction she'd been looking for. She just isn't sure she wants her sister to know that they hadn't fully resolved that desire.

"Well enough," Kara returns, settling on an incomplete truth. She'd explain the rest later... eventually.

A muttered curse issues over the line. "Jesus. How did this even happen? Wait-- what happens now? Esme said her next show is in, like... 16 hours, in Denver."

Kara smiles into the phone. "We stay in touch."

She's already received a picture via text, showing Lena with a tongue-out wink and a playful peace sign. Another photo had revealed a sticky bun, with a note that Lena had gotten Jess to swing by Noonan's on the way to the airport.

Though the sight of the sticky bun had made her hungry, the selfie made her pause to absorb the image. From the relaxed tousle of Lena's wavy hair, to the ray-bans hooked on the collar of her shirt, and the luxury of the private plane lurking around the edges.... she wonders if Lena realizes just how far she's letting Kara in, allowing her to see Lena in so personal a setting.

Kara's response had been simple. "Fly safe."

It had earned her a floating heart emoji and a promise to touch base upon landing.

"That's it?" Alex asks, pulling Kara back to the present.

Kara huffs a laugh. "What did you expect? She wasn't going to cancel half a national tour for personal time with someone she only met two days ago."

"Well why not? You're worth it."

"You're only saying that because you're my sister," Kara counters. "Besides, I don't want that for her."

Seeing Lena on stage had proven it's something the woman enjoyed. She thrived on the experience of it, and so did the thousands of fans who came to see her.

Which is why, a few hours after Lena's first Denver show would have concluded, Kara is surprised to receive a call from Lena. They'd facetimed when she'd landed, so the lack of video is her first clue that something isn't right.

"Hey," Kara greets, pressing the phone to her ear as she wipes sleep from her eyes. She'd meant to stay awake to check in herself, but not even a book had been able to keep her from dozing off.

"Hey."

Lena's voice is somber. It's such a difference that a wave of concern wakes Kara the rest of the way.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

There's a short pause before Lena responds. "Nothing."

"How was the show?"

"Fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be calling so late. I just... I wanted to hear your voice." Lena pauses again. "Is that weird?"

"No." Kara listens closely to the quiet that follows, as though it might give her some insight into what was happening on the other end of the line. "Lena..."

"Could you... talk to me?"

"About what?"

"Anything. Just... so I can listen."

Kara's brow furrows. She fights the impulse to dig deeper, to push to find the why. She doesn't need to know. Lena has asked for what she needs-- and it's something Kara is able and willing to give.

"Did I ever tell you that I didn't always live in National City?"

Lena hums a negative, prompting Kara to continue.

"I'm actually from a town up the coast. Midvale. I miss it sometimes. The stars mostly. In high school, I had friend named Kenny, and we would take his telescope to the old barn, and we would chart the skies together..."

Kara goes on, relating many and more of the troubles she and Kenny had gotten up to in those days. She was careful to steer clear of his murder, and the bullying they'd both experienced. Lena needed distraction, not more heartache.

As she speaks, Lena hums occasionally, sometimes even giving a chuckle. When the sounds of her following along peters out, Kara pauses to listen if Lena notices the stop. When no reaction comes, Kara smiles to herself.

"Lena?" she asks softly. "Still there?"

No answer comes, but when Kara increases the volume on her phone, she can hear the steady inhale and exhale of sleep. Kara listens for a few heartbeats more.

"Sweet dreams, Lena."

[chuuyascumsock]

Hop On That Delulu Train Bestie || Minors DNI

Summary: HOOOLY S H I T. WHY. DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? May you all find peace one day and cure your chronic horniness and delusions for men who would never want you irl <3 (Just like me fr). Anyways, this has been sitting and gathering cobwebs for weeks now, but I’ve decided to finish it in honor of chapter 109. Keep being delulu babe.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Reader, Female reader, Soft Dom Dazai, Fingering, Cunnilingus (Why Is That Such A Silly Word), Pussy IS Therapy Ig, He Just Seems Like An Avid Pussy Eater Idk, Would Definitely Use Your Thighs As Earmuffs, Sorry Y’all Don’t Get The Dick <3, I Was Too Lazy To Turn This Into A Full Smut.

The quiet hum of a low light lamp buzzes through your ears as your eyes flicker over the words to the page mindlessly. Reading was boring, watching television was boring, everything was boring.

You look over to the clock on your nightstand and let out a loud sigh. Nearly midnight and he had still yet to walk through the door as he usually does and smother you with sweet nothings and soft kisses. Your gaze falls back onto your book, the romance novel glaring back with the most dull descriptions and irritating plot. You shut the book, tossing it aside as you groan and knock your head back against the headboard of your bed.

Picking up your phone that sits on the nightstand dresser, you note the empty screen with no obnoxious texts from a certain brunette. It was almost worrying not seeing his name on your lock screen with a bunch of random emojis spammed next to it. Unlocking your phone, you re-read your last text sent to him nearly two hours ago— asking when he’d be home.

You start to wonder if he’s late because of another failed suicide attempt, but you quickly let the thought pass when you finally hear the front door open. It closes almost silently, muffled footsteps growing closer to your room. Your eyes focus on your door frame as Dazai finally steps in, his clothes disheveled and hair messy.

“ ‘Samu…” You murmur, slightly taken aback at his appearance.

His warm brown eyes travel over to the bed where you lay and a small smile curls onto his lips as he shuffles over and climbs onto your side of the bed, his face and upper body planting atop of your legs. He heavily inhales before exhaling, his hot breath blowing against the skin of your thighs. Subconsciously, one of your hands makes its way into his hair and begins to comb through his tangled tresses. His arms wrap around under your legs and lock them in place.

“My love…” He whispers back, his body relaxing on you as his feet hang over the bottom edge of the bed. He kicks his shoes off and allows them to thump to the ground.

“You didn’t answer my text, something happen?” Your brows scrunch together in concern.

Dazai sighs, pressing a light kiss against your thigh, “My phone was in my pocket during a shoot out and it was sadly destroyed.”

You wait for him to make a joke about wishing the bullet went through his skull instead, but it never comes to your surprise. “Oh… Well, I guess we can go look for a new one tomorrow then.” You finish unknotting his hair with your fingers as a moment of silence settles over the both of you before you add, “I’m guessing today was rough then?”

He hums in return, enjoying the way your hand runs through his hair affectionately. “Kunikida made me do my paperwork,” He pouts, his chin coming to rest on your thighs to look up at you.

You briefly laugh, patting his head before speaking with a mock-sympathetic tone, “Aw, my poor baby…”

He huffs, burying his face back into the plush of your thighs, “You don’t sound very genuine, that’s very mean you know… He’s always bullying me around.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that whatever shit Kunikida gives Dazai— he deserves every bit of it for his shenanigans. You’ve only met him a few times as well as Dazai’s other co-workers, but it was safe to say that if anyone was being bullied— it was that poor bastard, Kunikida. “Oh, really? And you don’t bother the hell out of him until he loses his shit?” You stop running your hand through his hair.

Dazai gasps, overdramatically, of course, “I would never! Kunikida is my respectable co-worker who I value and treat with the utmost—“

“Then why do I get calls from him begging me: “For the love of God, please come get your terrorizing bastard of a boyfriend, I can’t do it anymore.” Huh?”

Cue another gasp, “You’re talking to other men?! Kunikida no less!?”

You roll your eyes, “It was originally because he called me to come get you every time you decided to take a dip in the canal, now it’s a complaint hotline for you.” You poke an index finger against his forehead firmly.

“Owie…” He brings a hand up to rub his forehead, bottom lip jutting out.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” You grumble, staring down at him, “I deserve a medal for putting up with your shenanigans.”

“Isn’t my love enough?” Dazai whines, making puppy eyes at you.

A sigh leaves your lips, “Yeah… You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His lips quirk up back into a smile and he nuzzles his face back against your skin, placing small kisses to your thighs.You don’t really keep count, but it takes a few pecks until he gently nips at your thigh.

“Hey—“ You squeak, pushing at his head which causes him to chuckle, “You’re doing that on purpose.”

The kisses on your thighs grow sloppy before he moves his arms from around your legs to nudge them apart, his body fitting between your legs. He quickly maneuvers your thighs until the backs of your thighs press against the tops of his shoulders, arms wrapping around your legs to keep you against him. “What? I’m just getting comfortable, my love.” He plays off innocently, his cheek squishing against one of your thighs as he looks up at you.

Your brows furrow, heat crawling up your neck as you glare back suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing.”

“And is it a bad thing?” He chimes back, going back to kissing your thighs.

You shiver, feeling his wet lips leave a trail of saliva to air along the insides of your thighs, “You know I’m—“

“Sensitive? Yeah,” He trails off with a noise that sounds like a groan mixed with a hum.

At this point, you feel a tingle crawl up your spine and warmth spread across your face. A fuzziness begins to form in your mind as his lips grow closer to the edge of your sleep shorts.

He pauses when he gets to your shorts, his face pulling away and his hands coming to tug at the hem of your shorts. “Want these off,” He mumbles, pulling at them.

You’re quick to lift your hips and slip your shorts down your legs, Dazai’s hands fumbling along yours to throw them to the side. He buries his face between your legs once more to press his lips along your inner thighs until he reaches your underwear. His face pushes forward until his lips press against your cunt and nose nudges your clit through the thin fabric.

A strangled moan passes your lips as he meets your flustered gaze, and although you can’t see his mouth with it pressed against you— you can tell he’s smirking through his eyes.

He softly breathes in before placing a searing kiss against your clothed pussy, causing your thigh to slightly twitch in his grasp. “I missed this pretty little pussy— haven’t tasted it in days,” He groans before bringing a finger to pull your underwear aside and reveal your glossy folds to him. His gaze is greedy as he parts your folds with two fingers, mouth watering at your slicked insides.

“Don’t stare…”

“Awe, but I can’t help it— looks so good,” Dazai breathes out before leaning forward to slip his tongue flat between your spread folds, licking up to your clit to collect your taste on his tongue. “Tastes good too…” He groans, lapping his tongue through for a second time, “I could spend the whole day eating this pussy out until you’re quivering and begging for me to stop.”

A strung-out whimper escapes your throat as you watch him. Heat burns the nape of your neck, the dizzy feeling hitting you twice as hard as your eyelids lull.

Dazai is shameless in his sucking and slurping of lips and tongue against your dripping cunt as loudly as possible. He doesn’t hold back any of his needy groans and muffled whimpers as he tastes every drop of arousal you have to offer. He strains painfully against the confines of his pants as he holds back the urge to fold you in half and fuck you on his cock until your drooling cunt is filled to the brim with his cum.

His tongue delves into your tight hole, the warm muscle wriggling against your clenching walls before sliding out. After repeating the process a few times, he moves to suck at your throbbing clit, sighing at the way it pulses against his tongue. There’s a small ‘pop’ when he pulls away reluctantly to replace his mouth with his lengthy, thin fingers.

“I love the way you squirm under my touch— drives me crazy— you know that?” Dazai grins before sinking a finger into your wet hole.

An airy gasp leaves your lips as you try to move away from him in surprise, only to have his grip tighten around your thigh with his free hand. “ ‘Samu, I—“ Your fingers clench into the sheets on the bed.

“I know, my love— feel good?” He borderline coos, eyes glued to the way you sucked his finger back in with every pump. “I bet it does, your fingers just don’t reach like mine, do they?” He adds a second finger, his digits curving into your gummy sweet spot.

Your hips involuntarily buck in to meet his thrusting fingers, your pussy squelching around his lithe digits. He leers at the obscene image of your sweet cunt swallowing his fingers down to the knuckle with a lewd moan.

“Good girl, keep fucking yourself on my fingers like that,” He croons, leaning forward to suck at your puffy clit again.

Surges of pleasure rampage within you as you clamp your shaking thighs around his head, grinding your aching pussy against his mouth and fingers. “M’gonna come, s’too much—“ You whimper.

“Come on my tongue— wanna feel that pussy clench around my fingers,” Dazai muffles a groan against your sensitive clit which has you coming undone and vehemently shivering from the feeling of your climax.

Dazai slides his fingers out of your pulsing hole and presses his tongue against your drenched pussy as you ride out your orgasm— his tongue not missing a single drip of arousal. He sighs quietly when he’s finished and pulls away, your bare sex covered in merely his spit now.

With your chest heaving from the aftermath, your head weakly shifts to watch Dazai sit up on his knees and hover over. “ ‘S-Samu…”

“Shh, I know, my love,” He laughs softly— and you think he’s going to redress you before cuddling into you like he usually does, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand trails down to unzip his pants, the tip of his pre-cum leaking cock peeking out of his waistband. He pushes both his pants and boxers to his mid thighs before stroking his hard cock.

“You’re tired, so why don’t you just lay back and let me fuck that pretty pussy to sleep, hm?”

[metalomagnetic]

In IRITB Sirius laments that only with Felix can he be himself and not be a Head of House/Husband/Father..

So! Are there any little Felix/Sirius Snippets or Deleted Scenes we could feast on? Anything in Felix’s POV? Thanks!

I do have a Felix POV!

Here is a little snippet:

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“Prepare yourself for Black,” his colleagues warn him, as they wait for the British delegation to arrive.

Felix missed the last one, a year prior; apparently young Black left quite the impression.

“He wasn’t even paying attention to what was discussed, yet he kept being contrary for the sake of it. I wanted to shove my quill right into his eye,” Carl mutters. “Only thing that stopped me is that he’d stab me right back.”

“But now we have you here,” Anselm says, patting Felix on the back. “You can deal with him.”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” Felix allows, quite bored.

He knows of Blacks, had met the previous Head of House, after all, but he’s not as impressed by them as other people seem to be.

He’ll show this boy what insufferable means.

Yet when the doors open and the British delegation makes its way inside, Felix’ plans derail quite fast.

All his colleagues yapped about Back for an hour, how horrible he is, how impossible to work with, how stubborn, yet no one thought to warn him Sirius Black is gorgeous?

Everyone stands, offering handshakes, making pleasant boring introductions, or polite small talk.

Black takes the opportunity to ignore everyone, heads for the chair at the head of the table, belonging to the Minister, and takes it for himself.

“See?” Anselm whispers, exasperated already.

Felix sees, alright. The tall body, the way his robe clings to it, the perfect cheekbones, the striking eyes, the grace oh his long fingers tapping on the table.

The Minister says nothing when he notices Black stole his chair; with a sigh, he picks another.

In return, once everyone is seated, Felix settles into bullying the British Minister. Child’s play, really; anyone can bully that small little toad.

There are rumours he was only made Minister to get Black out of Azkaban.

It’s a game; Felix does his best to terrorise the Brits, and Black rises to the challenge and lays into Felix’ colleagues.

At some point, Felix offers him a smile. Black doesn’t smile back, but there’s something in the way he looks at Felix, with those unique eyes of his bloodline.

“Oh, gods help us,” Anselm says, at his side, with a long-suffering sigh.

[plinthpilled]

I love love LOVE your bsf to lover stuff with sejanus it's one of my favorite tropes and with himmm?? 🫠

tysm!! here's more just for you anon <3

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you and sejanus plinth have been best friends ever since he came to the Capitol from district 2. you were the only person who ever stood up to his relentless bullies that were your classmates and he couldn't thank you enough for that. things soon became conflicting, though. after being friends for years, you realized you really really liked him and wanted to be more than friends. you refused to say anything due to not wanting to fuck up a perfectly good friendship. this was your thought process until today.

you were walking down the elegant halls of the academy when you felt a hand grip your shoulder from behind. you turn around panicked, just to see it was sejanus. you lightly punch him in the arm in a joking way. "asshole." you giggle. "oh my god whatever will I do? my best friend just called me an asshole!" he said sarcastically while doing dramatic hand motions. you laugh at his silly antics and step closer to him, closing the distance between you two. "sej I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the park today? I know it's like really last minute so no worries if you can't!" you say. "of course I do. what else would I be doing anyways?" he smiles. "okay! meet me there in half an hour." you tell him, reaching the exit of the building. he waves to you and you return the gesture, excited to be able to see him. you get in a car that you called and make your way home.

when you arrive, you basically run out of the car to go get changed. you debate several different options before settling on your favorite outfit. while waiting for the appropriate time to leave came, you did some thinking. you decided today was the day to confess your undying love for your best friend. it was the perfect day, truly. not too hot, not too cold and at the park no less. it seemed like the stars had aligned. a wave of nervousness washed over you, realizing that if he didn't feel the same way, you would have no one. many of your classmates refused to talk to you because you were associated with the district born boy. you didn't mind at all though, as long as you had sejanus by your side, everything was perfect. you straighten up your outfit and perfect your hair before heading out to the designated spot.

you sit at you and sej's usual spot, a specific bench that overlooks the large and majestic lake. you were lost in your thoughts when you feel a presence next to you. you turn to see sejanus's beautiful dark curls and matching eyes. "hey." you smile. "hey yourself. you look nice." he returns the gesture and you can physically feel yourself fall more in love with the boy. "you feeling alright?" he asks, worry spreading across his gorgeous features. "oh- yeah I'm fine." you say. "you're not convincing in the slightest. what's wrong?" he puts his hand over yours, his touch addicting. you take a deep breath, knowing it's now or never. "I- uh- just wanted to tell you something." you say, nervousness and anxiety soaking your words. the second you say that you can see worry plastered all over him. you knew from his now rigid stance that he was expecting the worst. "shoot. you can tell me anything." he states with the kind and charming voice you have loved since you met. you take another deep breath, preparing yourself for the absolute worst. "I know this is going to sound completely out of nowhere and I'm so sorry but I'm in love with you. I've loved you since the day we met and every time we talk or even every time I'm around you I just fall more in love and I just needed to get this weight off of my chest." you say, words coming out at lightning speed. you look down in your lap, afraid to make eye contact after admitting something like that. you hear sejanus whisper a "wow" under his breath, not in a malicious way. you finally have the courage to look up at him. he looks at you with absolute adoration. "I love you too." he finally says and you can't help the grin that spreads across your face like wildfire. the man of your dreams just said that he loved you. you were convinced you were dreaming.

sej breaks you out of your trace by putting his hand on your cheek and moving his thumb back and forth over your skin. "I always thought you were the most gorgeous person in all of panem, you know." he says softly. your smile increases tenfold as you put your forehead against his chest. you giggle into him and he does too, his body shaking slightly as he does so, his angelic voice soothing you. you take your face away from his body and kiss him on the cheek. "you missed." he said. you tilt your head slightly and cock and eyebrow. "huh?" he grabs under your chin gently and gives you a soft peck on the lips. you lean into it, feeling at ease. the interaction unfortunately ends and you look up at him and flush red. you then face away and out your head against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around yours. the two of you watch the sun set as you praise each other, neither of you ever feeling so content as in that moment.

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an: I hope you enjoyed! ik I say that every time but I really mean it. hope this lives up to your best friends to lovers sejanus idea 🙏

[idontplaytrack]

Never Lost

Capri Donahue x Harper!Sibling reader

Warnings: Coarse language, arguing, mentions of death/suicide, mentions of vomiting, car accident close-call

In which, you and your sister Darby’s sworn enemy, Capri have been dating in secret. But one day, Darby catches the two of you and she feels very strongly about it.

It was Friday afternoon, and school was over for the week. You waited in the courtyard for Capri, so the two of you could head home together. You were just hoping you could get away from here before your sister, Darby sees you. Or worse, asks you where you were headed. Thankfully, Capri shows up soon enough and you ran off to her car with her.

“Hi, babe.” She flashes you a smile, batting her eyelashes in her usual fashion.

“Hi, you.” You mirrored her smile, admittedly still a nervous from earlier.

“Would you relax? We’re away from the school right now and I don’t think your sister would be at the mall on a Friday afternoon. Isn’t she usually working with her boyfriend with the dead people?”

“The deados. Yeah.” You corrected.

“Same difference.” She shrugged.

As she drives, her hand continues to grip onto your thigh. You were used to this form of affection, but sometimes, it leads to something more. So you were watching her closely. “We’re not doing that in the car.”

“Why? It’s not like we haven’t done it before in the car.”

That tone. It made you roll your eyes in annoyance but you secretly loved it, especially when things got heated and handsy with her.

“Watch the road, Capri.” You ignored her statement. “You dying once was enough for me. I can’t take that shit again.”

“I woke up.” She hums, shrugging in response. Her hand expertly moves to give you a teasing squeeze on the ass. You tutted, “Stop it.”

“Should we just take this to my house?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.” You just knew that she’d be biting her lower lip, “Feeling a little feisty today, aren’t you?”

“Can we just go to the mall and get some froyo first, like you promised?” You asked quickly.

“Ah.” She chuckles, “So now, you want me.”

“Please?” You glanced at her, hopefully.

“Mm, okay.”

She doesn’t say anything else about that but you two ended up in the parking structure of the nearby mall. “Okay, we’re here let’s go, baby.” She gets out from the driver’s seat and opened your door for you. Reflexively, Capri slides her hand into your back pocket while you two walked, and you on the other hand snaked an arm around her waist.

“Oh, my God- Capri, it’s Alex. Alex, and- Darby.”

“Hey, y/n!” Alex waved at you happily. Which, caught the attention of your sister who whipped her head and saw you, right as you let go of your hold on Capri.

“Can’t run away now, can I?” You chuckled nervously.

“Yes, we can.” Capri leaned closer to whisper to you, “Just pretend you didn’t see them and walk away, come on.”

“My legs aren’t moving, Capri.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“What are you two doing here?” Darby asked, all smiley. Why was she not mad? “Y/N, you said you had a date-” Slowly, she was hit with the realisation that you had a date- with Capri Donahue, the school’s queen bee and mean girl. Someone everyone (well, nearly everyone), called a bitch. Someone most people feared.

“She’s your date?” Darby’s tone instantly changed to a harsh one of disbelief, “I can’t believe this. She’s put me through hell to help her and-”

“They look happy together.” Alex remarked, “Let’s just leave them alone.”

“Fine, whatever.” Darby huffs.

————

When you returned home that evening, the air in the house was tense. Your Dad greeted you, worried. “I’m- I’m fine.”

“I know you’re not.” He says.

“Then why’d you ask?”

He shrugs, asking you to sit down. “Did Darby tell you?”

“That you were on a date with the school’s biggest bully? Yeah, that was the one thing she was going on and on about since she got home two hours ago.”

“Dad, she’s not- she’s not like that. She really likes me. She loves me, Dad. And I love her too.” You looked at him tearfully.

“Hey, hey.” He hushed, “I’m not scolding you, sweetheart. That’s a good thing, and I’m happy for you that you’re in a relationship with someone who cares about you and adores you. You deserve all the great things in the world. So does Darby, but it wasn’t right of her to get mad at you.”

“I cannot believe you actually willingly kiss her with that mouth after you witness what she put me through. She humiliated me, she was a bully then expected me to help her move on when she died.” Darby busted out from her room and went off on a tangent about how unbelievable your relationship with Capri was.

“It’s all about how you feel, isn’t it?” You snapped, “So you see dead people- you help them. Capri died- she needed help and you were the one person we all knew could help her. She needed it. It’s not her fault that the doctors revived her- I know you’d be glad to see ‘a bitch like her’ die, but it’s all an act! You of all people should know that since the two of you were attached to the hip and always excluded me back then! Do you know how I felt having to witness someone I loved so much get electrocuted, went up around the gates of the other world and came back? I thought I would lose her for good, lose my chance to let her know how I felt. So I’m sorry you two don’t get along, but maybe try to see that she isn’t who people make it out to be. How you make her out to be. I’m not lose what I fought so hard for.”

You stormed off to your room and packed an overnight bag. Then, you walked back outside to tell your Dad that you were spending the night at Capri’s- maybe the weekend.

“y/n, wait.”

“I can’t.” You sniffled.

“I can drive you, honey.” Your Dad offers, “I don’t want you to drive when you’re upset like this.”

You refused his offer and left anyway, Darby was still running after you. “Enough, Darby. I hear you loud and clear. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” With that, you went on your way back to Capri’s. Your head was beginning to feel heavy after all the crying you’d already done today, but you pushed that feeling aside and continued your walk. She didn’t live far from yours, so you figured it wouldn’t be too bad of a walk. “y/n, please. I’m sorry.” That was the last thing you heard before you turned the corner and walked faster. Eventually, she couldn’t catch up to you- she wasn’t as in shape as you were.

As you were a couple streets away from Capri’s you saw bright headlights rushing towards you, a car was swerving out of control and your feet were rooted to the ground out of sheer terror.

“Oh, my God, y/n. Watch out!” You hear Darby far behind you as you were bracing for the impact- that could quite possibly kill you. Your eyes screwed shut as you hear it get closer and closer to you- all this went down in no more than a few seconds. But it never happens. You opened your eyes and the cars stopped barely a feet away from you, but turned away from your direction. Capri had her hands out, a terrified look on her face. You hear someone running up to you from behind. “Both of you, get away from there. Now.” Capri demanded, “I can’t hold it any longer. Move out of the way, now!”

Darby grabs your arm and led you across the street where Capri was. Quickly, Capri puts her hands down and the car started moving again, zooming straight ahead. “Don’t drink and drive, bitch!” Capri yelled.

“Oh, my God.” You kept mumbling over and over, crumbling in Capri’s arms when what happened finally hit you.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” Capri hugged you tightly, stroking your hair and pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“What- what was that?” Darby asks.

“That’s not important, is it?” Capri sighs softly.

“How’d you do that?”

“Not now, Darby,” Capri broke away from the embrace slowly, “Are you hurt, babe?”

You sniffled, shaking your head, “No, I just- you saved me. Oh, God, I’m gonna puke.” And you did, leaning over a bush, Capri rubs your back. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.” Capri has her arm wrapped around you on the remainder of the walk to her place. Darby was following closely behind you and Capri, holding onto your backpack.

————

“So, you gonna tell me what that telekinesis shit was about?” Darby asks, pacing around the living room.

“That ‘shit’ saved your sister. My girlfriend. I never lost my powers.” Capri says.

“What do you mean?”

“What I said.” She answered, “Even after the doctors revived me, I never lost my powers. I can still move or stop things just by thinking it and moving my fingers, my hands…”

“Wow.”

“What? You gonna tell on me and make me the freak of the school now?”

“No, I think. It’s pretty damn cool. And thank you for saving her life.”

“I can’t have you go through what she did with me. I saw it all. She nearly killed herself because she couldn’t take losing me. I can’t- I just don’t want that to happen to anyone.”

“You saw-”

“Maybe that’s why I couldn’t let go and just pass on.” Capri shrugs. “I know I need to change but it’s gonna be a lot of work. Me being a bitch, it’s to protect myself. But then I didn’t need to anymore, but I was still stuck in my ways. You can hate me all you want, but just- don’t upset y/n over it. I love her, and that’s all you need to know.”

“What you did tonight, that’s enough for me to not hate you anymore.” Darby admits.

“That easy? Wow, Harper.” Capri joked and they laughed.

“That was not easy.” Darby says, “Thank you.”

“I hear you, Harper.” Capri smirked, “I might even ask her to marry me.”

“What?” Darby gasps, “Really?”

“Actually, yeah.” Capri nodded, her arms folded. “One day.”

“How long have you two been together anyway?”

“We’re coming up to a year.”

“Holy shit.” Darby chuckles, “Really?”

“Yeah.” Capri said back, “Look, I think honestly, we should just call a truce. We’re graduating soon with college starting in the fall. It seems stupid to carry on this childish high school ‘beef’- whatever it is.”

“Not necessary. I’m not even mad at you, and now not her, obviously. I just couldn’t comprehend that you would actually treat her well. And to hear that you guys have been together for a year, what you did tonight. I know all I need to now. We’re okay. Though one day I’m gonna get back at you for the frog.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Capri stood up.

“I’m gonna get going.”

“Okay, good night, Harper.” Capri smiled slightly.

“G’night.”

“Be careful.” Capri reminded.

"One last question-"

"Shoot." Capri nods.

"Does y/n know about the telekinesis?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Cool. Night, Capri. See you around."

[2gayy2functionnn]

Don’t say forever- Chapter 4

tw: panic attacks, bullying

This was one of those times. It was totally not cool for him to use embarrassing things about her to his own goals.

She knew one of his goals was to sit with the plastics and as “happy” as she was for him. She wanted to die.

She stomped after Damian a frown on her face as she walked over to hell. 

“Regina!” Damian shouts waving obnoxiously. Regina smirks and beckons them over before saying something to Karen and having her switch sides to sit next to regina and Gretchen. Damian sits and sets his tray down before looking back up at janis.

The short brunette stood there, her arms crossed and a glare on her face. Damian dramatically rolls his eyes before grabbing her jacket and yanking her down to his level before whispering something in her ear that makes her whine and blush before sitting down.

“I have got to know what you keep saying to her!” regina smirks leaning forward. Janis punches damian’s shoulder and mimes silence to him.

“Sorry Regina, blackmail only works if i keep it secret so she continues to do what i want” damian says poking janis’s side who squeaks and slaps his hand. Regina’s eyes widen before gretchen frantically taps her.

“Regina can we talk in the hallway” she practically squeaks out. Regina sighs but stands up and they walk out together. Janis’s eyes follow them confused until a soft voice interrupts.

“gretchen is confused why your eating with us, when regina said you were a charity case and she doesn’t like you” karen says smiling softly to janis as if she’s helping her and not breaking her heart again.

Regina and gretchen return as janis stares forward. Gretchen was right. Why was she here. Regina doesn’t like her, she was so rude this morning. Janis can’t think and she sure as fuck can’t breathe. Regina’s manipulating her again. With her straight blonde hair and straight teeth and straight As and her straightness.

“janis?” damian says turning to his hyperventilating best friend.

“shit janis breathe!” damian says rubbing the small girls back. The plastics eyes all widen comically large as they stare.

Janis shoves damian and claws at her chest frantically trying to stand up. She pushes past damian and runs to the bathroom. Damian and regina close behind.

Janis collapses on the floor in the bathroom her phone in one hand as she calls a number over and over. Regina’s heart sinks as she reads the caller ID.

Mom

Damian and regina coach janis through it, helping her take deep breaths until the only reminder of the panic attack is the lone tear dropping down janis’s cheek.

“oh janis!” damian proclaims hugging the small girl into his chest. He lets her cry into his shoulder without saying anything.

“jay come on. I’ll take you home” Regina suggests softly. Janis sniffles with an unreadable expression on her face as she lets damian help her up.

They walk to the pink jeep together as damian promises to call her later. She climbs in.

*** Regina hasn’t said a word. They drive back two hours early from school, both of them sitting in awkward silence.

Regina pulls into the fancy george turnabout before taking the keys out of the ignition. Janis goes to open the door but it’s still locked.

“open the door” she says quietly. Regina turns to her pulling her sunglasses up on her hair.

“Jay, what was that” regina asks softly. Janis scoffs and yanks at the door.

“Oh now you’re nice again! Fucking bipolar!” Janis shouts crossing her arms.

“Janis i” regina starts before she’s cut off. Janis yells, tears filling her big brown doe eyes.

“no fuck no regina! I lost my whole family and my best friend in what seemed like overnight. Now i fucking see her for 5 minutes then she’s gone again! I don’t know what regina george im talking to and it scared the shit out of me! You have us sit for lunch with you than make fun of me right in front of myself! Just pick a side regina, i can’t fuckinb do this” Janis sobs, finally letting all her emotions out.

Regina listens and watches in shock. Janis was right. She was being a manipulative bitch.

“Your right, i’m sorry jay. I don’t know how to act and it’s killing me and hurting you.”

“just stop!” janis shouts again.

Regina stares at her. She waits for janis to be ready to say something again

“i can’t be hurt anymore. Just tell me what you want or the path you choose.” Janis says.

“i can’t be confused all the time by you, be nice or don’t” she continues turning to regina to hear her decision.

Regina bites her lip as she stares at janis who stares back equally stressed. Regina wants to. She really does. Fuck it. She says in her mind as she lets her hands do the talking.

they grip the back of janis’s neck and drag her into a passionate make out. Which neither girl wants to end.

They stay there in the pink jeep making out in the passengers seat. Janis pushes her anger and hatred back as regina brings her hidden feelings forward.

Things are going to be very different.

AN: hey guys! i’m back with chapter 4. Sorry it’s short i’ve been busy and have long nails i can’t type with. Hope you enjoyed me putting janis through it. Don’t worry next chapter will be fluffy and less taxing.

[howlingday]

If your still doing Harley Quinn arc stories can you do one where ruby is in therapy.

"Ready for another session, Miss Rose?"

"I think so." Ruby scratched her head. "I'm not really sure what else we would talk about."

"We can talk about anything, or nothin', or we could just sit here fer an hour or so, and not say a thing to each other."

"I feel like I should talk to you, though."

"About what?"

"Well, I guess... how you got here." Dr. Quinn raised a brow at that. "Like, you said you were a criminal, but what kind of criminal?"

"The real bad kind. The kind that when I walked into a room, anyone with half a brain would have known bettah than to cross me. Murder, kidnappin', larceny, terrorism technically. You name it, I probably done it."

"Why, though?" Ruby asked. "What made you want to be... Well, that."

"Well, there were a couple a things." Dr. Quinn leaned back in her chair. "You could say I was just not like othah girls and I didn't wanna be like othah girls eithah. 'Course what really put me on the wrong path was meeting him."

"Him?"

"Mhm. Him." Harley leaned forward. "Tell me, Ruby. Who's the worst person you evah met?"

"Uh, I guess Roman Torchwick." Ruby shrugged. "I already told you about him, though. He's a bully who picks on innocent people just to show off."

"Well, the worst man I evah met was a man who's a lot of things. He was a liar, a cheater, a murderer, a user, an abuser, and thought that every single thing he did was the funniest thing evah!" She shook her head. "An I loved him. He taught me everything I could know about bein' a villain in Gotham City. I quit my job and nearly died time and time again for him."

"What... What made you quit?" Ruby leaned on the edge of her seat.

"He... He nearly killed me. One last time. All 'cause I didn't laugh at one joke. See, I had... other things on my mind. And when I asked him a question, the answer he gave me horrified me to no end."

"What... What did you ask him?" Ruby gulped. "And what did he say?"

A loud beep interrupted the two. Harley slapped the timer and returned to her smiley self. "Time's up~!"

"Huh?! Wait! What about the question?!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Rose, but our time is up. And I have another client soon, so I have to ask you to please leave. Oh, but don't hesitate to schedule another session with me." She gave a wink. "And maybe we can talk more about what kinda huntress you wanna be!"

"But-!" Ruby was suddenly outside the door.

"Buh-bye~!"

-----------------------------------------

"Oh, Mistah J~! I've got a question for ya~! What do you think about babies?" Harley asked, clutching a positive pregnancy test behind her.

"Babies? Babies..." The Joker rubbed his chin, seated at his desk, before spinning from his seat with a giggle. "Oh! That reminds me of a joke!"

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"That's not a joke." Harley snarled through her teeth at the shut and locked door, her voice little over a whisper. "That's not a joke at all."

[magicalmysteries777]

The Bloody-Handed and The Anguish Of Loving Them - Chapter 7.

Summary: Almost a year has passed since Eddie Munson died and it feels like the only person that isn't moving on is Steve.

After spending the night studying a Dungeons and Dragons handbook, Steve is convinced he's figured out how to bring Eddie back. Not only that, but defeat Vecna once and for all too. Now he just has to prove it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Masterlist: Here.

Chapter: 7 of 10.

Chapter WC: 3.4k.

CW: Swearing, implied drinking, heavy angst, temporary character death, and graphic depictions of blood and injuries.

This story can also be found on AO3 here.

Taglist: @ohmeg 🖤

March 25th, 1987.

“Robin? Can you hear me?!” Steve asked frantically, his eyes once again brimming with tears as he looked down at her pale, damp face.

“It hurts,” she answered, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“It’s okay, I’m here. Where does it hurt? Robin, talk to me.”

“I thought it was just a bruise,” she told him weakly, pointing to her stomach. He lifted her shirt to reveal a large, deep purple bruise forming near her belly button.

“You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Steve, that’s internal-” Dustin began, dropping to their level.

“I know what it is. Would somebody please come up with a fucking plan?!”

Robin looked up at Steve, a soft smile spreading across her face. He met her gaze, the same smile reciprocated across his tear-stained cheeks as years of memories flooded his mind.

Countless hours of gentle bullying behind the counter at Scoops. Robin waiting for him to inevitably get rejected again so she could add another tally to her ‘you rule/you suck’ chart with a smirk on her face. The terror in her eyes the first time the Russians beat him whilst they were being held captive together. Robin coming out to him on the bathroom floor of Starcourt Mall while they waited for the drugs to wear off. All the sleepovers at Steve’s, where they’d binge horror movies and eat three pints of ice cream while they both vented about their failing love lives. The twenty-minute apology he’d received after she dented the bumper on his car when he tried to teach her how to drive. How she’d always been his rock whenever the flashbacks came, holding him until he felt calm and safe again. How he’d done the same for her. Popcorn fights and bad movies on the slow shifts at Family Video. The way she refused to take no for an answer when he’d tried to push her away, dragging his sorry ass out of bed instead and forcing him to get his shit together.

“Steve?” Robin whispered, her voice trembling just as much as her hands. “Tell Vickie I love her and that I-I’m sorry.”

“You can tell her yourself when we get out of here.”

“There’s a necklace. Second drawer of my d-dresser,” she instructed, choking on her words. “For our anniversary next month. Give it to her.”

“Nancy, do something!” he yelled, not daring to look away from Robin for a second.

She hurriedly flipped through pages of the handbook, snapping her response without looking up. “I’m trying, I can’t find the spell!”

A stifled sob from Dustin caused Steve to look up instinctively, the sight in front of him so heartbreaking that it would turn out to be ingrained in his mind forever.

El clutching Mike’s hand so hard that her knuckles were starting to turn white. Mike staring at Robin on the floor, horrified, his skin even paler than usual. Will, Lucas, and Erica all huddling around the contents of their backpacks, desperately searching for something that could help them and throwing anything that couldn’t over their shoulders without a second thought. Nancy scouring the handbook for a single scrap of helpful information, her eyes puffing and her cheeks wet. Jonathan next to her, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Then there was Dustin with his thousand-yard stare and heaving chest, his fingers wrapped tightly around the guitar pick necklace that Wayne Munson had returned to him many months ago.

Steve had a sneaking suspicion that whoever Dustin could see dying on the floor in front of him, it wasn’t Robin.

The grip on Steve’s hand loosened and his heart dropped. Robin met his gaze again, still smiling softly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For being my best friend.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered, his lip quivering.

“I love you, Dingus. Platonically, obviously.”

Steve let out a chuckle, quickly wiping away the fresh set of tears welling in his eyes. “I love you too. Platonically.”

“You still suck, though.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You-” she began, choking on her words again before going quiet.

“Robin? Robin, talk to me,” he urged, shaking her slightly. “Robin?!”

Lightening cracked behind them causing all heads to spin, the lit-up red sky revealing the silhouette of a still lurking Kas.

“Steve, you need to go,” Jonathan urged, dropping to his knees beside them.

“Are you out of your mind?! I’m not leaving her.”

“You have to.”

“I’m not-”

“Steve!”

He fell silent, reluctantly meeting Jonathan’s eye. No more words were ushered between the two of them, only an understanding look and a slow nod that Steve could have sworn meant “It’s okay, she’s not going anywhere. I promise.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between Robin and Kas, his internal monologue screaming at him to make a decision. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Robin’s hand and stood, allowing Nancy to swoop in and take over.

She held her free hand over Robin’s stomach and began to recite Latin from the book clutched tightly in the other. Steve backed away and turned his attention to back Kas, El four steps behind him.

-

Steve charged toward Kas like a man on a mission, the adrenaline coursing through his veins making his almost certainly infected bat bites feel like nothing more than a mere cat scratch.

“You motherfucker!” he roared, spit flying from his mouth alongside his words. He wasn’t sure if El was managing to keep up with him, and honestly, he didn’t care. The shit-eating grin spreading across Kas’s face and the rapidly increasing thumps of his heartbeat in his ear were the only things he could focus on. “Come on, Munson. You were all fucking talk back at the trailer park.”

As the distance between them narrowed to a close, still not a single word had passed Kas’s lips. Only when Steve approached the final twenty feet separating them did Kas have any reaction at all, darting into the nearby trees with a maniacal cackle.

Steve quickly followed suit, weaving between the trunks of the towering trees whilst hoping and praying that it was Kas’s laugh he was following and not one of the many taunting echoes.

“I’ve got him!” yelled El. Steve spun on the spot and ran towards her voice as quickly as his legs would carry him. A little further into the woods Steve’s eyes finally landed on El, her arm outstretched toward a particularly wide oak tree and a single drop of blood trickling from her nose as the vines finished wrapping themselves tightly around Kas.

“You’re amazing, kid. Not sure if I ever told you that,” Steve told her, trying his hardest not to let the outburst brewing within him spill out in front of her. “Now go help the others.”

“But what if he gets out?”

“I’ll deal with it if he does, don’t you worry about that. El, I need you to go help Nancy,” he urged, taking her gently by the shoulders. “Please, El. I can’t lose her, okay? I just can’t. Please. If she… If she dies, you can bring her back, right? Like you did with Max?”

She stared back at him for a moment before nodding silently and set off back through the woods, leaving the two men alone in a tension-filled silence.

-

Surprisingly, it was Kas who broke the silence. “Spit it out, Stevie. You’re wearing the ground down there.”

“Spit it out? Spit it out?! That’s all you’ve got to say?” Steve fumed, glaring at Kas. “Dustin almost fucking died, man. Erica too. Robin could be dead for all I know.”

“And why exactly should I care?”

“Are you kidding me?! Eddie-”

Kas bared his fangs and let out a loud hiss in Steve’s direction. “When are you going to get it into your thick head? I’m not Eddie.”

“You don’t have to do this. Any of this. We’ve figured it out. Well, it was mainly Will - the kid’s a fucking Dungeons and Dragons genius. We can make you human again, we found a spell.”

Kas stared at Steve for a few seconds, a dumb-founded expression plastered on his face, before letting out a loud laugh. “Why would I want to do that?”

It took everything in Steve not to take Kas by the shoulders and attempt to physically shake some sense into him; instead, he just stood there, his mouth agape as he tried to find the right string of words to properly convey the amount of sheer stupidity he was hearing.

“Why would I want to go back to being what I was before, huh? Eddie was a pathetic, cowardly, stupid, high-school flunking, drug-dealing freak. Look at me now. I’m stronger, braver, faster. I’ve never felt so powerful.”

Steve’s words came out a lot more sheepish than he’d intended. “You were never a coward. Or a freak.”

“Yes he was and you know it. Principal Higgins knew it, Chief Hopper knew it, Jason and his little cronies all knew it, Al Munson, father-of-the-fucking-year, knew it. Hell, the whole fucking town knew it. The only time the whole of Hawkins could mutually agree on something was when they all decided that Eddie Munson was a satanic, murdering, freak.”

Kas thrashed against the rough bark of the oak behind him as he attempted to free himself from the grip of the vines. Steve stayed silent and looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since they’d parted ways at his trailer a year ago.

His curls were still wild and bushy as ever and his eyes, albeit more red than they used to be, were still the same. Big and striking. Sure he had fangs now, but the man before was still Eddie, whether he believed it or not.

“They didn’t get to know you.”

“Oh, and you did?” he asked. “We knew each other for what? A week?”

“I never stopped getting to you know!” Steve snapped. He could feel all his repressed emotions from the last year rapidly bubbling to the surface, threatening to boil over.

“Bullshit.”

“Everything you just said was bullshit. Every word of it. You say I don’t know you but I think I know you better than you know yourself, Eds. You saved Dustin and distracted the bats to buy us more time knowing full well that they could kill you - those aren’t the actions of a coward. You say everyone thinks you’re stupid but they don’t know that you’ve pretty much got the entirety of ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ memorised and can discuss the intricacies of Elven politics for over half an hour at a time,” he rambled, allowing the pot containing his bubbling emotions to spill.

Kas stayed silent, looking at Steve in a way he’d never done before.

“I know that it was your dad who taught you how to play guitar but it was your mom who made you fall in love with music - she’d play Chicago Blues on the record player. I know she died when you were six years old and left you to deal with all your dad’s bullshit by yourself. I know you lost her records in the fire when your dad’s house burnt down, the only thing that survived was the guitar you played Master of Puppets on last year. I know your dad got in trouble with the cops and went on the run, and that’s how you ended up living with Wayne. I know that Wayne thinks you’re the best goddamn thing that ever happened to him. I know that he cries himself to sleep nearly every night because he misses you. I know that Dustin has nightmares and flashbacks of you dying and every time he does he sinks a little bit further into the same shell that you got coaxed out of, the same as you did for Gareth.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to navigate all the sadness, grief, anger, love, and determination he was feeling. He’d kept it all trapped inside for so long that now it was out, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get it back in.

“Did you really think that the stories of an old man were going to be enough to convince me to give all of this up?” Kas asked, his voice cold and his eyes dark. “Standing there, bold as brass, acting like you give two fucks about me as though you didn’t leave me to rot in the fucking ground.”

“Do you think I wanted to leave you there?!” Steve yelled, his voice cracking. “Do you think I enjoyed digging that hole and burying you? Because I didn’t. It fucked me up, Eds. I see you laying in that hole, covered in blood, every time I close my goddamn eyes so don’t you dare say that I don’t care.”

“You did that for Dustin.”

“I did it for you. I did all of this for you!”

Kas glared at Steve, his fiery eyes burning a hole directly into his soul. “You did this for you! You can lie to yourself all you want by saying you did this for me if it helps you sleep at night but we both know you’re only here because a bottle of whiskey won’t drown out your guilty conscience any more. Yes, Steve, I know,” he divulged, smirking at the confusion on Steve’s face. “I know all about your sneaky little habit. Do your so-called friends know you’ve got vodka in your bag or are you still lying to them?”

“Stop it,” Steve sobbed.

“I can smell your blood alcohol level from here, you’re nothing but a fucking liar. Do you seriously think a bunch of teenagers and the town’s newest drunk are going to be enough to stop him? Stop us?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to stop him and undo what he did to you.”

“You did this to me!”

He stood there shell-shocked, unable to form any sort of retaliation to the words echoing in his head while Kas struggled against his restraints.

“It’s your fault. It’s all your fault!” Kas bellowed. “You’re the reason I died. You’re the reason Vecna’s still alive. You’re the reason he brought me back. You’re the reason that all your friends and the entirety of Hawkins will burn. He won’t stop until he’s taken everything and it’s all your fault.”

“Let me fix it,” Steve pleaded, desperation in his hoarse voice as a fresh wave of tears spilled from his eyes. “Please. I’m trying to fix it. Let me fix it.”

“You’re ego is astonishing. Listen to me, Steve,” he taunted, thrashing harder against the vines. “I’m not going back. I don’t want to go back. I want to make them all pay - Everyone who looked down on me my entire life, everyone who treat me like I was nothing better than shit on the bottom of their shoe. They’ll all pay. Nothing you can do will change my mind.”

Kas lunged forward and Steve felt his heart rate spike as the tension on the vines almost gave out. He was running out of time.

“I’d burn this whole fucking place down if it meant you got to walk out of here with me.”

And then it happened. Lightening cracked above as Kas let out a maniacal laugh and threw himself forward, the twisted vines around his waist finally giving out under the immense amount of pressure he was applying to them. In an instant, he was inches away from Steve’s face.

“You can’t fix it!” he yelled. “You can’t fix any of it. You’ve spent the last four years trying to fix things and all you’ve done is fuck them up further. Just give up, Steve. Your grovelling is embarrassing.”

“I can’t lose you again. I can’t. Please, Eds, just let me fix this. I have to fix this.”

“Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

Steve screamed the words he’d been dying to say for so long loud enough that he was certain almost every creature in the Upside Down had heard them. “Because I love you!”

It was subtle, the twitch of Kas’s eyes. He had no other reaction - he didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just stood there, inches away, his chest heaving with rapid breaths.

“I fucking love you, okay? From the moment I saw you in that boat shack last year, I have loved you. I don’t care if you don’t think you’re brave or smart because it doesn’t matter to me. I barely got to know you before you died and every single thing I’ve learned about you since has only made me love you more,” he rambled unapologetically. If this was his final chance, he was going to say it all. “Even when you’re a vampire that wants to kill me, I love you. I’ve found myself waking up outside your trailer countless times because every fucking time I have a drink, I end up there trying to get to you. I’ve cried myself to sleep almost every night clutching your vest because I can’t fucking stand the pain of being without you. I mean it, Eds, I’ll burn this whole place down if it means you’ll walk out with me. He’s taken everything from me. I have nothing left to lose.”

Steve had imagined their first kiss over a thousand times during the early hours of the many mornings in which he’d found himself battling his demons. He’d always thought it would be picturesque, straight out of a cheesy romance movie scripted by the Gods of writing themselves.

Sometimes his fingers would entangle themselves into Eddie’s curls and he’d gaze longingly into his eyes before leaning in, gently pressing his lips against Eddie’s whilst he tried to ignore the fireworks erupting in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes they’d be at the movies and Eddie would fake a yawn, trying (and failing) to be smooth whilst placing an arm around his shoulder before pulling Steve towards him.

Unfortunately, nothing about the situation he’d found himself in was like the meticulously crafted scenes from his daydreams, and yet, it was perfect.

Steve knew when Kas didn’t respond that this was it. His final chance was now or never. Every card he’d been guarding so closely to his chest had to be laid out on the table. Thousands of unspoken words, a handful of moments, all of the clueless flirting, the palpable tension, and a year’s worth of longing, grief, regret, and desire all bundled up into this one last-ditch attempt at changing Kas’s mind with a potentially world-saving kiss.

The moment that Steve closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Kas’s the sky above was illuminated by wild cracks of lightning dancing around them at the same rate as the fireworks exploding inside of his stomach. It was gentle at first, timid even going by Steve’s usual standards, as though he was holding a delicate, cracked piece of china in his hands that would crack under the smallest amount of pressure but then, much to Steve’s bewilderment, Kas kissed him back and ignited a spark in Steve that gave him the hunger of a starving man.

The kisses turned torrid, foreheads bumping and hands sliding through hair with such ferocity that you’d of thought that something terrible would happen to either of them if they released the other. All of the air was sucked from his lungs leaving him dizzy, feeling like he was floating two feet off of the ground.

Only when Steve thought that he might genuinely pass out due to lack of oxygen did he pull away from the kiss. With his fingers still buried in Kas’s hair, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. For a split second, he could’ve sworn that the large, doe-like eyes looking back at him were their usual chocolate brown, illuminated with specks of golden honey as the lightning continued to crack.

Then he blinked and the bubble around them popped. The lightning ceased as quickly as the fire inside of him extinguished and he found himself sat on the cold, hard ground, with a pair of red eyes glaring down at him.

With a final taunt to rub salt into the wound, Kas turned his back on Steve and departed to rejoin his master. “Your friends are losing.”

[zenongeremek]

Innocence pt. 3 (Clone!Reader)

Word Count: 866

(Y/N) was running happily in the forest around their base, Aizetsu not far behind watching them. After realizing that their new clone had strange powers, along with a tendency to reckless and impulsive actions, the other clones decided that they had to drag the child wherever they went and one of them was always to always keep an eye on them so they wouldn't get another scare like when the little one went out in the sun. This time, Aizetsu was the one chosen (more like bullied) to follow the child clone around while the others hunted some humans for them to eat.

"Aizetsu! Aizetsu!"

The small clone called him out, pulling his hand.

"Yes, (Y/N)...?"

"How was it when you first appeared?"

"When I... First appeared...?"

"Yeah! When you first came out from Little Mister! How did it happen?"

"Ah... That... It was... Complicated..."

"Complicated? How so?"

The sorrowful clone hesitated for a moment before picking the child and carrying them around the forest.

"You see... Hantengu took a while before he awakened his blood demon art... He was always scared of slayers... So he was always overly cautious..."

(Y/N) laughed while nodding.

"Little Mister is scared of his own shadow."

"Yes... But one day... He entered a house to eat... But he didn't know the house belonged to a slayer... When he returned home, he found Hantengu there... He didn't hesitate to cut off his head..."

"But... He survived... Didn't he...?"

Aizetsu nodded.

"Cutting off a demon's head is the means to kill them... However, in a split moment... He awakened his blood demon art that was triggered by his decapitation... The result was me, Sekido, Karaku and Urogi..."

"And you all protected him and defeated the evil guy, right?"

Aizetsu nodded slowly. It was better to leave the child with their delusions rather than tell them that they were bickering and arguing with one another until they realized that Hantegu was almost getting killed and that they were supposed to protect him.

"Aizetsu... Why do these slayer guys want to hurt us...?"

The youngest clone asked, keeping their head low, almost whispering.

"Because we eat people, (Y/N)... To them, this is seen as a bad thing..."

"But... It's not like we can control it... We just get hungry... Don't they get hungry too?"

"They do, but they don't eat one another... How would you feel if a creature ate any of us...?"

"I... would be upset..."

"That's how they feel about us... It's impossible for them to understand us, and we can't understand them either... It's that complicated..."

The little clone nodded, resting their chin on Aizetsu's shoulder, before mumbling.

"I wish we could all be friends..."

Aizetsu didn't say anything, just continued walking. Then, a message entered his mind.

"Aizetsu! We found slayers! Be alert!"

Immediately, older clone became alert after Sekido's warning. He placed held (Y/N) in one hand while summoning his spear with the other.

"Aizetsu...?"

The sorrowful clone remained silent, his senses focused on the surroundings. He could hear it. The flap of wings from the slayers crows. He placed the smaller clone on the floor to yield his weapon properly.

"(Y/N)... Listen... Find a place to hide... Don't come out until I come find you... If you see a human, run... Understood?"

(Y/N) looked at Aizetsu uncertain, hesitating before running off to high bushes to hide themselves. Aizetsu sighed to calm his racing heart and prepared to fight the slayers.

Over one hour had passed since Sekido's warning. It didn't took long before the slayers found Aizetsu. He was outnumbered, but no matter how many times they cut his head, he wasn't the real one, so he just regenerated time and time again until he killed them all. Usually, he would take his time to eat the feats before him, but he was worried about the little clone.

“(Y/N)... You can come out...”

He called, but he was answered with silence.

"(Y/N)...?"

Silence. Despair took the features of the sorrowful clone. He began running through the forest.

"(Y/N)...! (Y/N)...! Where are you...!?"

"Oi~! Aizetsu~!"

The other clones appeared along with Hantengu, having followed his voice.

"What's the matter? You look more like the despair clone now! Kyakakakakaka"

"Slayers found us, so I told (Y/N) to hide, but I can't find them now...!"

In a split moment, they all began running the forest, looking for (Y/N).

"(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"FOLLOW OUR VOICES, (Y/N)!"

Zohakuten and Urogi used their loud voices and their abilities to search for (Y/N) from above while the others searched bellow at ground level, checking any hide spots they could be in.

"(Y/N), please...! Come out...! It's safe now...!"

"(Y/N)~! Come here, sweetie~! I got some eyeballs for you~! Your favorites~!"

"(Y-Y/N)...! P-Please...! C-Come o-out...! A-Answer u-us...!"

"SHOW UP NOW, YOU FUCKING BRAT!"

"You'll be a bad influence for them if you keep swearing like that, Sekido."

That voice made the anger clone freeze and look in that direction. When he looked, he saw Akaza, the Upper Moon 3, looking at him with a serious glare. In his arms, fast asleep, was (Y/N).

"Lord Muzan wants to talk to you."

"Oh, fuck..."

Part 4?

[wireheadbird]

Missing You [2]

previous chapter

(Al-Rawabi) female reader

Note : I've decided to make it into a Hiba fanfic, but this chapter is still kind of a build up. I'm working on the third chapter at the moment which will finally have much more interaction with Hiba. Also for the side characters which I don't remember the names of I will be making them up (like this chapter, one of Layan's brothers name I think wasn't mentioned?? also can someone remind me how many brothers Layan has? I think it was 3) Warnings : Mentions of death, abuse, slut shaming, mentions of bullying, angst (so much), grief, swearing, blood. Summary : Y/N goes to Layan's memorial and has a fight with the others for allowing Mariam to join, when she's back home a misunderstanding happens causing Y/N's brother to punish her just like old times.

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It's been a tiring first week, there were already girls who built a high reputation for themselves in such a short period of time. But a group of girls stood out the most to me. They reminded me so much of Layan and I when we hung out with our friends Rania and Ruqqaya. Especially Tasneem, she was so much like Layan and so nice and sweet. But her friend? Hiba? I despised her, hated her with a passion, ever since she banged on the bathroom stall mocking me with just a smile.

Ever since then she hasn’t left me alone as she repeatedly stopped me in halls, classes, locker rooms, restrooms, everywhere. She was everywhere taunting me just because she found it entertaining to do so. “What’s wrong, loner? Don’t have any friends? Aww no one wants to be around you, I can see why.” she would say. And because I never responded she’d eventually get bored and leave only to return the next day.

It was finally the first weekend. I was in my room when I got a text from a number I hadn’t seen pop up in a while, that read ‘It would be great to have you there y/n’ Rania then sent a location along with another attached message, ‘A memorial for Layan’. My finger hovered over the notification until I pressed it. She also sent the time and picture of the entrance. ‘It’s tonight’ she typed, I didn’t reply not wanting to promise anything. 

I put together an outfit carelessly, a sweater and jeans with sneakers. Then checked the time to see how long I had left but not before poking my head out the door listening to see if anyone other than me was home, thankfully I was alone, and I had about an hour to spare so I decided to have a walk around the area, locking my room so they’d think I’m sleeping. 

Once I arrived I was surprised and overwhelmed by how many people were going into the room the memorial was being held in, I contemplated on whether I should go in or just leave and go back home. They’d understand, right? But it didn’t feel right… So instead I decided to watch from outside of the building, the room had lots of windows so it wasn’t hard. For once I was grateful for how dark it was outside because whoever was inside couldn’t see me. More people were flooding in and so did the memories. Eventually Rania came in with Noaf and….Miss Abeer? Shit.

But that wasn’t all, when Rania sang a song in honor of Layan, she nodded towards someone at the entrance to come and sit with a smile. When I shifted my eyes in curiosity as to who came in when everyone was here… “no..” I whispered to myself. ‘How dare she show her face here?’ I thought to myself. To say I was enraged would be an understatement, tears welled up in my eyes in frustration once they comforted her as she cried. I felt betrayed. Everyone knows she’s the reason Layan was caught. If she had just minded her own business, I would still have my older sister. But instead she’s here…crying!? When she clearly has no right to.

I waited until everyone started to leave, leaving only Noaf, Dina, Rania, Ruqqaya, and Mariam catching up sitting in a circle, before slowly walking inside the room tear stains evident on my face. “y/n?” Noaf sprinted towards me for a hug which led the others to come forward as well. However, my eyes didn’t leave Mariam’s face where she awkwardly stood avoiding my gaze which eventually the others realized and let go making the tension in the room grow more intense. “I think…it’s best I leave. My mom is waiting for me” I felt too betrayed to move as I watched her leave.

“Are you guys serious? You invited HER?” My voice cracked while I stared at them in disbelief “she feels remorse, it wa-” Dina attempted to defend her “SHE’S A KILLER FOR FUCKS SAKE!” I take a step towards her with my eyes still wide in shock about the fact that they continuously defended her. “Hey. It wasn’t her fault. She was defending herself from your bullshit. If anything it’s definitely your brother’s fault he killed her for “honor” what kind of family does that? You all are SICK.” Noaf walked out after that with Dina following behind calling her name, neither sparing anyone a glance. 

I turned towards the other two who stepped closer to me in an attempt of comfort but I just stepped back and looked at them, “Is that what you think as well..?” “y/n of course not, I get where you’re coming from, but what’s done is done and throwing the blame around over something that fate had decided is no use.” Ruqqaya pulled me in for a hug, which Rania eventually joined, and my head instantly slumped on her shoulder allowing the tears of grief to fall. No matter how much I cried it never seemed like enough. Never seemed like the grief would end. “I miss her so much” my voice broke into a sob “we miss her too y/n, we miss her too” Rania sniffled patting my back gently. 

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I lost track of time and arrived back home when it was close to midnight, carefully making my way up the stairs knowing that there’s a high chance my parents or brothers are back home. “Where were you?” Saleh, the second eldest, sternly asked, but before I could even think of an answer he pulled me towards him roughly by my hair while he stared intensely at my neck. He gave me a look of pure disgust and hatred, then striking my face which automatically made me yelp in shock and pain. ‘The cigarette burn! I’ve hidden it pretty well for a while I’m sure of it. Must’ve smudged and wore off leaving the angry irritated wound to stand out’ 

“What’s going on? Saleh what happened why’d you hit her??” my mom tried to pry off his hands from my hair but he only tugged harder making my face scrunch up in pain. My eyes were so dry from all the crying today I had no strength to cry anymore. “Your second mistake of a daughter is following into her older sister’s shoes.” He angrily points at the burn, it took me a while to understand what was going through his mind and when I did I tried to clear things up. “No wait you don’t understand! I swear it’s not what you think, I got burnt doing my hair I swear it” I attempted to defend but he didn’t seem to believe me, and neither did my mother with the evident look of sadness and disappointment showing up in her eyes. 

“I say we punish her so she doesn’t turn into her slutty sister. Who died in shame.” He spat, “How could you say such a thing about Layan you stupid son of a-” I attempt to repeat his actions back at him but before I lift my arm to swing it he doesn’t hesitate to smash my head against the railing causing my mom to scream at him to stop but I just feel the tugging at my hair get more intense till he throws me into the shared bathroom and locking me in. My vision was blurry and I could feel some sort of liquid trickling down my head, I reached for it and saw that it was my own blood. Suddenly the lights flickered then went off. This. THIS threw me off. They know I hate being trapped in dark tight spaces. 

“I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. UNDERSTOOD?” my father shoved his pointed finger in my tear stained face. Yelling at seven-year-old me for making a fuss about not eating my food, which I didn’t like because I hated vegetables. When I didn’t respond and just continued crying he put me in his closet and locked it with his key causing me to only scream louder and hit the closet door in an attempt to get out. After a while Layan, who was 8, would always unlock the closet with a screwdriver and get me out. As a way to comfort me we’d play Ludo or other boardgames while we hid from our dad and brothers under the bed. Yes it was tight and dark but she was there with me…protecting me.

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None of this is real, all but a figment of my imagination put into words.

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: being Laurits Seier’s girlfriend and him confronting you when you become distant

Fandom: Ragnarok

Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 [x]

Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.

As usual, you're waiting for Laurits after school. He seems to always have some business to take care of with other students.

You don't mind that, you know that once he's done, he'll have all of his time just for you, but you can never understand how it's so easy for him to make friends and maintain relationships with other people, especially when he's a new student. You've known most people in Edda most of your life and you still have issues in making new friends, while Laurits can sometimes make them in a matter of seconds even after coming back to the town after a few years.

Knowing that you have problems with interpersonal relationships and he could be partners with anyone he wants, you appreciate it even more that you had Laurits's attention and eventually became his girlfriend. Sure, maybe he's the only person you enjoy spending time with and you're holding onto him quite much, but it's never bothered you... at least not until a group of students passes you by and you hear one of them saying:

'I can't believe Y/N is out here on her own.'

'Right? It's weird to see her without Laurits, she doesn't seem to ever let him go,' their friend adds.

You instinctively turn your head towards the group. They must've realised you overheard the conversation as one of them approaches you and says:

'Hey, Y/N. Where's your boyfriend?'

'I'm not sure what you mean...'

'Oh, you must know what I mean. You're always clinging onto him, I'm surprised you're not glued to his arm.'

You want to push back, but good responses to bullying have never been your forte. Before you can think of anything to say, Laurits appears next to you.

'Is everything okay, Y/N?' he asks, putting his arm around your waist. 'Are they bothering you?'

'No, it's okay,' you respond, at the same time slightly moving away from him.

'Good. So, do you still want to come to my place as we planned?'

'Of course. That would be great.'

You hope he doesn't notice how you keep the distance between you two or always find an excuse not to hold his hand, like needing to blow your nose or put on gloves. Yet, once you make it to his house and get a moment alone in his room, he asks:

'What got into you today? Have I done something wrong?'

'No, not at all,' you answer. 'You're perfect, as always.'

'So, what is it? Did those people at school tell you something?'

'Well... they said I never let you go and I'm always clinging to you. I think it seems weird to others, so I thought I should... step back a little.'

Lauris reaches out for your hand and holds it tightly, even when for a second you want to move it away.

'I don't care what other people say, Y/N,' he starts to explain. 'They can see us as the weirdest couple in this town, I really don't care. I love you and I don't mind the way you are at all. It makes me happy how close we are, and I wouldn't exchange it for anything.'

'Do you mean it?' you make sure one more time.

'Of course!'

You finally allow yourself to smile and go for a hug. Laurits returns the hug with a sigh of relief.

'I missed being so close to you,' he whispers, 'even if you've only been distant for a few hours.'

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 11: Telepathy

HOO BOY HERE IS A MONSTER OF A CHAPTER. This is Chapter 4 of "all i want for christmas." I did, in fact, get the job that I wanted (!!!!!!!!) so I may not finish Spirktober until December lol, but I'm going to write as much as I can in the meantime.

Also posted on AO3 here.

Warnings: explicit telepathic sex :)

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Despite the faint blush that never quite left her cheeks when she looked at Spock, Winona Kirk was kind and welcoming. She and George --- both insisting to Spock that he call them by their first names --- raised the ta’al to him, and he raised it in return. They asked about their trip back East, about Spock’s family, and James asked them about their travels in return. Spock learned that both Winona and George served on the U.S.S. Ajax: George as the captain, and Winona as chief engineer. 

Eventually, as Spock had predicted with 96.7% surety, Winona turned to James and said, “Son, when you told us you were bringing Spock home for Christmas, I must say we didn’t realize in what capacity!”

James flushed beautifully pink as Winona continued, “Now, how long have you boys been together?” Spock clasped his hands behind his back and looked at James. James looked from his mother to Spock and back again. He cleared his throat. He looked back at Spock. Spock raised one eyebrow. 

“Do you want the true answer or the appropriate answer?” James eventually asked, after much hemming and hawing. 

Winona’s smile curved wickedly, and her eyes sparkled as she said, “The true one, always.” Spock was beginning to see from where James had inherited some of his humor. 

James checked the clock on the stove. “Twelve hours.” 

“Eleven hours and thirteen minutes,” Spock offered. There was a beat of silence, and then Winona roared with laughter, slapping the countertop. George choked gently on his coffee, his face turning red. 

“You always did have a flair for the dramatic,” Winona eventually sighed, looking affectionately at her son. “Planned this one well, didn’t you?”

“I planned nothing,” James said, avoiding eye contact. 

“And isn’t that evident,” she said, winking at Spock. He made up his mind: he liked James’s family very much, and was glad, again, of allowing James to dismantle his plans.

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“We’ll be gone for five hours,” Winona said as she and George bundled into coats and scarves by the door. “Five. We’ll be back around four, and then we ought to have dinner together.” 

“It would be a pleasure, ma’am,” Spock said, standing with James in the foyer. Winona flicked James on the shoulder. 

“Five hours,” she repeated. 

“I understand, Mom,” James said, and Spock saw in him the child he had been. “Have a good trip. Don’t let Dad bully the bartenders.” 

“I can only do so much,” she said, sighing, and when the door shut behind her the silence echoed in her absence. 

“I believe we have five hours without my parents at home, if I’m remembering correctly,” James said, planting his hands on his hips. “What would you like to do?”

Spock, who had been utilizing all of the control available to him to keep his hands from James’s skin while his parents were in their presence, wrapped himself around his James and spun them. He walked James backwards until James’s back hit the door, protecting the back of his head with one hand, and inhaled deeply at the crook of his neck. He felt James nodding. 

“Me too,” James whispered. Spock kissed him, both hands coming up to cradle his face, and pressed his thigh in between James’s legs. He felt James shift to accommodate him. He opened his mouth to Spock, and his hands slipped under Spock’s sweater. Then they slipped under his second sweater. James’s lips and tongue lost their rhythm as he started to laugh. 

“How many layers, exactly, are you wearing?” 

“I am cold,” Spock said stiffly. James pressed his forehead against Spock’s cheekbone and chuckled as he methodically dug his way to Spock’s skin and slid his hands beneath the fabric. James wrapped his arms around Spock’s waist, lifting him onto his toes. 

“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll warm you up,” James promised. 

“I will hold you to that promise,” Spock said, and James pinched his bottom from behind as they went back up the stairs. 

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They kissed lazily beneath the covers, divested of clothing until they were pressed skin-to-skin, no barrier between them. James’s stomach was warm against his, and Spock could not help himself from grazing the back of his hands against the hair on James’s chest. 

“I’ve thought frequently about your hands,” James said. “I wanted to know how sensitive they really were.” 

“Very,” Spock said, and allowed James to run his fingers over his palm. 

“Last night,” James said, and closed his eyes rapturously. “It was better than I had ever dreamed. The way you came was amazing.” He closed his hand around Spock’s and pulled it to his mouth, brushing his lips against his knuckles, the backs of his fingers. His mouth drifted dangerously close to his fingertips, and Spock felt his cock stiffen slightly. 

“I have never done any of that before,” Spock said, and James smiled against his hand. “Do you always take the penetrative position?” 

James hummed. “No,” he said eventually, thoughtfully. Spock could feel, through their clasped hands, his emotions flickering as he considered his response. He felt, to Spock, like a bird: his thought pattern so quick and intuitive that sometimes Spock found it hard to follow. Watching him think was like seeing a puzzle come together without having a hand in its construction. “I had preferences, before,” he said. Spock prevented himself from physically reacting to the idea that there had been others before. James smiled at him, like he knew what Spock was thinking. And maybe he did. He had always been far more perceptive than other humans that Spock knew. “But somehow I don’t think that those preferences will remain as strong as they were.” He kissed Spock’s fingertips, and smiled again when he felt Spock’s penis twitch against him. “I want to do everything, as long as it’s you.” 

Spock suddenly understood the human phrase ‘to eat one alive.’ He understood it specifically as it applied to James. He pulled his hand from James’s, as much as it pained him to do so, and used it to pull James closer to him. James rolled on top of him, pressing against him and kissing him deeply. Spock traced one hand over the cleft of his ass, and James shivered as he ghosted his fingers over his hole. 

“Do you have preferences, Spock?” James whispered, and the warmth of his breath against the point of Spock’s ear triggered his pilomotor reflex. James laughed, rubbing his hand over the bumps on Spock’s arm, as Spock said, “I want to do everything. As long as it is with you.” 

“Everything, huh?” 

“Yes, ashayam. Everything.” 

“You called me that this morning, too. What’s it mean?”

“Beloved,” Spock said. James’s hazel eyes shone above him in the late-morning sun.

“Two years, we could have had this,” James whispered, shaking his head. Spock brushed his hair away from where it fell in his face. 

“There is no logic in mourning what cannot be changed. Kaaidth,” Spock said. “But I do not intend to spend any more time parted from you.” 

“Then don’t be parted from me,” James said, and Spock shivered at how close he came to saying the marriage vow without realizing. James dipped his head, and when he sighed into Spock’s mouth and brushed his tongue against his, Spock resolved that, as long as James willed it, they would be bonded before they departed from this place. 

With the decision to pursue James until the end of his life finalized (as if he had ever had any real plans to the contrary) and the knowledge that he only had four hours and twenty-three minutes to bring as much pleasure to his lover as he could physically tolerate, Spock rolled them both over. He had developed a hypothesis that he wanted to test, and James was nothing if not a willing participant. 

Spock pinned James beneath him and started at his chest. He braced his knees on either side of James’s hips and licked at James’s nipple. James moaned, low in his throat, so he applied suction, and flicked at it with his tongue, and James arched up against his mouth, hands grasping at his shoulders. Spock kissed across his chest to his other nipple, and when they were both peaked with stimulation and shining with his saliva he kissed James on the mouth again, sliding his tongue against his. 

“Quick study, huh?” James asked, and scratched his blunt nails up Spock’s back. Spock arched against him, bringing his cock into contact with James’s, who grinned shamelessly and bucked up to grind on him. “You don’t have to be so careful with me, Spock. I’m not going to break.” 

“Would you like me to be more aggressive with you, James?” Spock let his voice drop into his deeper register, and tentatively dragged his teeth against James’s ear. 

“Jesus. Yes,” he said, and Spock felt a flush of want from him. 

“Please inform me if I do anything that you do not want, or that hurts you,” Spock said. He brushed his hand over James’s face, gliding his thumb over his cheekbone. James nodded. Spock let more of his weight sink down onto James’s hips, and was rewarded when James ground up against him. He returned his teeth to James’s ear, worrying the lobe between his incisors and licking the rounded shell. He dropped his mouth to James’s neck and applied his teeth, sucking on the skin under his jawline as James gasped softly. 

James reached up to card his hand through Spock’s hair. Curious about what his lover meant by aggressive, he let his control slip for just a second and let his instincts take over. He caught James’s wrist in one hand before it reached him, pinned it to the pillow above his head, and growled, “No,” in James’s ear.

Instant arousal blasted through their contact. James hardened to fullness beneath his weight, arching up off the bed with a stifled groan. 

“Holy shit,” James gasped. “Yes, please.” Spock kissed the skin behind his ear and returned to leaving his mark on the sensitive skin beneath James’s jawline, and he allowed himself to apply more pressure than he had before. James moaned outright, grinding up against Spock, and Spock reached between them to wrap his hand around James’s cock. He passed a thumb over his slit, feeling the first drops of precome leak over his skin. He made eye contact with James and raised his finger to his mouth to taste. 

“Fuck, Spock,” James said, watching him with wide eyes. “If you keep going like this I’m not going to last much longer.” 

“I do not want you to.” Spock slid down the bed, pushed his arms under James’s thighs to wrap his hands around them, and yanked James across the bed to him, taking his cock into his mouth. James swore as Spock knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled his legs over his shoulders. The previous night, Spock had been more concerned with his general technical proficiency. This morning, with hours ahead of them and James writhing beneath him, he was entirely focused on learning, specifically, what James liked. He seemed to like it when Spock ran his tongue flat along the vein underneath, and when he let the head of his penis hit the back of his throat. He liked it when Spock flattened his cheeks against his cock and pulled almost all the way off before returning as close to the base as he could manage. 

He seemed to especially like it when Spock reached one hand up to experimentally touch his ballsack, and he levered his hips off the bed. “Spock, please, I can’t--- I won’t---,” James panted. Spock pulled off to look at him. His eyes were half-open, lids heavy, and his cheeks, neck, and chest were flushed with the sweet pink to which Spock was rapidly becoming partial. His lips were swollen from kisses and his breath came rapidly. His cock was flush against his stomach, leaking prodigiously over himself. He was exquisite. 

“You do not want to orgasm?” 

“No, it’s not---” James struggled to catch his breath. “I don’t want this to be over yet.” 

“I may be able to assist in facilitating a second round.” 

James came up on his elbows. “What do you mean?” Spock reached out from between James’s legs and tapped his fingers against his psi-points without pressing into his mind. James’s eyes widened. 

“You want that? You want to do that with me?” 

Spock kissed the inside of James’s thigh, and then bit him. “More than I desire anything else, my James.” James let out a shuddering breath.

“Yes. Yes. Okay, yes, I want that.” He reached down for Spock, but Spock caught both his hands and pressed them to the bed next to his hips; not his full strength, but enough to suggest that James would not move until permitted. Again Spock was rewarded with the same flash-bang sensation of arousal from James. 

“Not yet,” Spock said. “I would like you to climax first.” He pulled James’s penis back into his mouth, and the string of words that fell from James’s lips were neither logical nor polite but did make Spock’s own cock throb. Where his hands were clasped with James’s he was inundated with feeling: lovelustlovelustlovelustawejoyrelieflovelovelove. James’s breaths grew ragged, with a keening moan every time the head hit the back of Spock’s throat. 

“Please, Spock, I---” His hips bucked. Spock squeezed his hands and pushed James’s cock as deep as he could to the back of his throat, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. James’s climax was explosive and spectacular: sound and taste and scent and emotion, flooding over him, into him. James’s thighs squeezed around his head before relaxing, falling open. Spock released his cock from his mouth, and James watched him with dazed eyes as he swallowed. 

“You’re incredible,” James said hoarsely, and this time when he reached out for Spock he acquiesced. He extricated himself from James’s legs before sliding one arm beneath his knees, the other beneath his shoulders, and lifted James back to the center of the bed before laying down beside him. James rolled over, pressing his face into Spock’s shoulder, and hummed happily. 

Spock watched him and smoothed his hair away from his face. The clear, distinguishable emotions he had felt from James had melted away, replaced by a warm afterglow that Spock drank in. After a few minutes, before James had even opened his eyes, he groped down Spock’s body with one hand to wrap his fingers around his cock. His eyes flew open at the hardness. 

“You’re ready to go,” he said, marveling. Spock nodded. “What about you? How many rounds can Vulcans go a day?”  

“Vulcans do not have a refractory period.” 

“You don’t have--- what? So you could go forever?” 

“Ostensibly.” 

James laughed and passed a hand over his face. “Lucky me,” he murmured. “So tell me. What did you have planned next?” 

Spock reached into the drawer where he had seen James find lubrication and brought the familiar bottle out. “I would like to penetrate you, if you will have me.” 

“God,” James ground out, covering his face with his hands. “The way you talk is so sexy. I’m never going to be able to listen to you talk about anything without thinking of sex ever again.” 

“That was my intention, James,” Spock said, and he was rewarded with James’s laughter. “I would like to prepare you, the way you did me, and then I will meld us. The meld will allow you to experience orgasm again, even if your body is not ready.” 

“I love it,” James declared. “How does it work?” 

“When we are melded, you will climax with me as if it were your own.” Spock felt James shudder in anticipation, and he nodded, his forehead rocking against Spock’s shoulder. Spock applied lubricant to his finger and settled on one elbow, reorganizing James’s legs as he had done last night. Slowly he traced his fingertip along the tight ring of muscle, feeling James shiver at the feeling. “Tell me if I cause you pain,” Spock said. 

“I don’t think you could,” James said, and he took Spock’s other hand and lifted his fingertips to his mouth. As Spock slowly pressed his finger in up to the first knuckle, James sucked the equivalent finger into his mouth. Agonizingly slow, he slid his finger further in, and James swirled his tongue around Spock’s finger. Having the fingers of both hands inside James at the same time was driving Spock closer to orgasm long before he was ready. Through gritted teeth, Spock said, “You are making it hard to focus.” 

“I was curious if you could get off with just this,” James said, and he bit gently on the pad of Spock’s finger. Spock’s hips rocked involuntarily against James, grinding his cock into the muscle of his thigh. In retaliation, Spock crooked his finger inside James, and James gasped. His cock twitched. “You can keep going,” James said, breathless. Spock applied more lubrication and started to slide the second finger in. James relaxed into it. He was able to insert the second finger in more quickly, allowing James time to breathe, with no flashes of hurt through their contact. The sensation of James’s muscle against his fingertips was delicious. He felt James’s heartbeat, his emotions, and when he bent his fingers he felt James clench around him. The third finger was easier, and James ground his hips down against Spock’s hand. 

“Okay, I’m okay, please, Spock,” James panted. His chest heaved, and Spock felt his walls flutter around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, James gasping at the removal, and he slicked himself with the lubrication and prepared to enter. James’s eyes flickered to Spock’s penis, and for the first time he seemed to reckon with the Vulcan size. 

“Maybe go slow,” James said, and Spock lowered himself to press kisses over James’s jaw, cheekbone, forehead, lips. 

“I will not hurt you, ashayam.” He braced one hand by James’s head and used the other to steer himself. The first thing that surprised him was the heat. The second thing that surprised him was James’s eyes rolling back into his head immediately. 

“James?” he asked, uncertain. “Are you… what do you need?” James’s eyes opened, and he said, “I need you.” He pressed his ankles into Spock’s thighs, wantwantwantwant flowing between them, and pushed him forward. Spock resisted only a little, fearing damage to fragile skin, but it seemed James knew what he was doing more than Spock did. Spock slid in, James relaxing to accommodate him, until he was fully sheathed within James’s body. He leaned over, breathing in James’s scent, kissing his cheek and neck as James adjusted. 

“You feel amazing,” James whispered. “Can I…?” He reached for Spock’s face and tapped places that were almost his psi-points. “I want to feel you.” 

Spock settled his hand along James’s psi-points, and watched his lover’s hazel eyes close in anticipation. “My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts.” 

James was golden, as he ever was, effervescent and glimmering and warm. Spock was deep blue, the night sky, and everywhere they touched created sparks. With James’s hands on his shoulders, his back, his ankles locked behind him, Spock began to move slowly, rocking forward into James. James arched up against him. They swirled around each other, concentric rings like a whirlpool, as inevitable as riptide, and James glowed brighter and brighter. Spock braced his forearms on either side of James’s head, pressing their faces together, James panting against his ear as Spock sucked another mark into the skin of his neck. Spock increased his pace. In the meldspace, they melted into each other, no longer two separate entities but one whole: something in between the warmth of day and the midnight sky, something like twilight. Spock slid one arm under James’s hips to angle him upward, and when he thrust into him again James cried out. His head tipped back, his mouth open, eyebrows pulling together, and Spock kissed the moans out of his mouth even as he aimed for that same spot, over and over. James had given up on trying to match Spock’s pace and wrapped his arms around Spock’s back, over his shoulders, one hand in Spock’s hair. Spock kept one hand on James’s meld points and reached between them with the other, wrapping his fingers around James’s cock. Every additional point of contact made them glow, and every thrust and grasp made them both throb. In the space where they could not tell where one began and the other ended, he thrust into him while he grasped his penis, fingers sliding through slick, hands on shoulders and back and ass and cock and face, lips on lips and chest and ears and neck. 

“James,” Spock said, voice rumbling in his ear. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes,” James gasped, open-mouthed against Spock’s cheek. “God, yes.” The whirlpool of them tightened. Spiraling upwards, radius diminishing until they were one thread, one tight line of lust and love and desire and thought. Spock drove deeper into James, feeling his orgasm approach, and through the meldspace through the thread between them he thought, “I love you,” and the tension snapped. Spock came, emptying himself into James. James came with him, spilling come over both of their chests and Spock’s hand, clenching around Spock. Spock kissed his mouth as James gasped, futilely attempting to catch his breath. His hands scrabbled uselessly over Spock’s back, fingernails lightly scratching. Spock pulled himself out of James, who whimpered at the loss. He lowered himself to lay next to him, and pulled him onto his chest, wrapping his arms around James securely. Through the remnants of the meld he felt the same warm afterglow as before, tinged with awe and a bone-deep, satisfied exhaustion. 

James was silent for nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Then he said, “Is it going to be like that every time?” 

“If you wish it to be. If we were bonded.” 

James was silent for a moment as he considered. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” he said. 

Spock willed his breathing to remain regulated. His voice was more controlled than it had been as he asked, “Are you considering others?” 

James lurched up immediately, eyes opening for the first time since their climax, hand coming to rest against Spock’s cheek. “No, Jesus, never. That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, my James?”  

James skimmed his fingertips over Spock’s cheekbone, the line of his eyebrow, the tip of his ear. “Before this, before yesterday… I had been telling myself that eventually I would get over you. That someday I wouldn’t feel like this, and I could be with someone else.” He shook his head and laughed softly. “I knew I was kidding myself, of course, but last night, and now, it just proves… there’s no one else for me. I could never be with anyone else without wishing it were you.” 

“Then do not be parted from me,” Spock said, and James smiled as he recognized his own words. 

“Okay,” James agreed easily. Spock captured James’s roaming hand with his own and kissed his fingertips. “Wait, go back to what you said earlier. If we were bonded.” 

“Yes, my James. If we were bonded, there would be no need for a meld. We would be connected like that always.” The same half-hopeful, half-frightened look from the night before passed over James’s face. Spock kissed his fingertips again. 

“Bonding is permanent, right?” 

“Yes,” Spock said. “The link between bondmates is sacred above all. To break it is excruciatingly painful, with high risk of death to one or both bonded.” He caught James’s eye and squeezed his hand, to ensure his attention. “It is all-encompassing, possessive, and primal. It is not like a human relationship.”

Spock felt the hummingbird flutter of James’s thoughts as he considered and discarded ideas rapidly. He let the warm wave of James’s emotions wash over him, and told himself that hope was illogical. James would make his decision, and Spock would abide by it either way. James considered for two minutes and forty-five seconds. 

“I don’t want a human relationship,” he said, and the steel in his tone reminded Spock that before James was his lover he was his captain. “I want primal, and possessive, and sacred. I want it with you.” He leaned down to kiss Spock, and he folded his fingers against Spock’s to press the ozh’esta against him at the same time. Human and Vulcan, the two irreconcilable halves of his soul, held safely in two broad and steady hands. 

“Then I will bond us,” Spock said against James’s lips, and he felt the answering smile. 

“I can’t fucking wait,” James breathed. Then he sighed. “But my mom is going to want us to have a human wedding, too.” 

[zerolune]

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ Chapter 6 - horrors of the night

: ̗̀➛ Pairing : Anton × OC

Synopsis: When Seunghan, Wonmee, Anton and Gwen go for a movie, the horror movie isn't the only horror they face.

Warnings : swearing, a jerk guy.

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"Oh seriously cmon!! It's the last day of our promotions! It'll be fun!!" Wonmee exclaimed, encouraging Eunryung. "No way in hell am I paying to get heart attacks." The elder refused. "Please it isn't fun with just two people!" Wonmee urged once again.

"Yes, researches have proven that watching films with more people provides a better experience due to the adrenaline boost from the movie being balanced out by the endorphins released due to the presence of your friends." Gwen spoke almost robotically, explaining why Eunryung should join them.

"Wow-uh- you're not wrong now- but! Why me though? Why not Yuri or Miyoung?" Eunryung asked, diverting the target. "Miyoung is going for samgyeopsal with her siblings and Yuri has to choreograph for Taemin Sunbaenim." Gwen said again, very mechanically.

"What are you guys talking about?" Sungchan asked as the boys entered the practice room, pretty late. "We are trying to convince Eunryung to see the new Nun movie with us, on the last day of our promotions, would any of you like to join?" Wonmee offered.

"Horror no way, I'm out!" Wonbin and Sungchan explicitly stated. "Hmm sorry I have plans," Shotaro said. "Oh I can come! I love horror!" Seunghan said. "And based on the timings, I'm free!" Seunghan checked his phone for the show timings on some app.

"Great! So, you, me, Gwen and anyone else?" Wonmee looked around. "I have something with my family that night so probably not," Sohee pouted. "I have a meet up with friends," Eunseok said, checking some kind of calendar-schedule.

"Ah well, that's okay, three people should be fine," Seunghan grinned, going over to discuss the timings with the other two. Anton on the other hand, looked around, of course his hyungs knew that he hated anything to do with horror, and maybe the girls forgot about him (sorry Anton), but if Gwen was going- this was his chance.

"Oh I can go! It'll be great to see a horror movie!" He finally spoke up, his hyungs looking at him judgementally. Seunghan was about to say, "But don't you-" before he looked over to Gwen and a light bulb lit in his head. "Alright so four of us! Great!" The boy began walking over to Sungchan who was about to say something and immediately whispered to him, "Hyung, let the lover boy follow his heart-even if it stops during the movie." He then made Sungchan look towards Gwen.

"Ohh, I see," He laughed.

-

"Alright, soldiers, listen up, 9:30's the movie, so they gotta leave by 9:10, we have to make sure Anton looks his best, in precisely 58 minutes- we would have had a whole hour if Anton didn't argue that he was going to a HORROR movie just because he loves Gwen."

"For the last time-"

"Shut up Loverboy! Soldiers Let's get to work!" Shotaro began parading around, as the boys carried a 6 feet tall boy across the dorm. "Listen you are no way in hell wearing that ugly ass hoodie, wear this denim jacket or lose the love of your life." Wonbin began.

"And we gotta do something with your hair cuz you remind me of when my mom used to cut my hair," Eunseok began ruffling the boy's hair.

Finally they dressed him up-giving him an early 2000's teen movie makeover-not that he needed one. "Now, I know it's gonna be scary, and you will want to die, but under no circumstances will you call for your eomma, we can't let her think you have mommy issues." Shotaro gave the first advice.

"Instead, ask if you can hold hands, just make sure they aren't sweaty," Seunghan said. "What if she says no?"

"Then change your name to Amanda Williams, move to Switzerland and never return- also get a buzz cut just in case." Wonbin advised.

"But relax, she isn't like that, she's a caring person okay, she'll know if you're scared besides she helped you with your bullies, she'll help you with ghosts too, don't worry." Sungchan assured.

"How can you say that for sure though?" Eunseok raised a brow. "Because- I don't know man she feels like my sister, we have been talking quite a lot lately and it literally feels liek we're siblings," Sungchan explained.

"As long as you don't commit sweet home Alabama, Anton shouldn't feel jealous, right?" Wonbin looked towards the boy who rolled his eyes at Sungchan. "Ah don't worry Anton, I wouldn't ever think that way... but now that I think about it..." Sungchan took a dramatic pause. "Why am I helping a boy become my sister's boyfriend?!?"

"You better not do anything suspicious," He suddenly warned Anton as him and Seunghan began moving out the home. "It'd be a blessing if he could even talk to her without stuttering, you shouldn't be worried at all," Eunseok teased. "Hyung!" They heard Anton protest before the door closed.

-

"Oh Seunghan! You're here, where's Anton?" Wonmee asked as they stood near the snacks counter. "Oh he'll be here any moment," Seunghan smiled.

Anton suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dramatically walking in, making eye contact with Gwen- who was-why was she looking at her phone- goddammit the dramatic entry they planned was useless.

"Oh Hi Anton!" Gwen looked up, shooting a smile. "H-Hey!" Anton tried to look cool. "What's wrong with you today?" Gwen laughed. "Okay, so who's getting the popcorn?"

"Me and Wonmee will take care of it, you both go!" Seunghan quickly ushered the younger two towards the movie hall, a plan being plotted in his mind.

-

"Ah so I see, Anton does like her! But you know I think Gwen likes him too," Wonmee said as her and the boy were walking back to the theatre with popcorn and drinks in their hands.

"Wait really? But she person-zoned him right?" Seunghan tilted his head. "Bold of you to assume a girl would tell her feelings straight! Why are you so oblivious, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh well my ex yea, she cheated on me," Seunghan sighed. "You got cheated on? You? No way-"

"Get this, with my best friend," he revealed as Wonmee couldn't believe her ears. "That's well- uh- I don't know what to say, how do you feel?"

"I guess it's just life, stuff works like that," he sighed yet again, opening the door and holding it open. "I mean it shouldn't, like you're probably the hottest guy in our group?? Maybe the hottest person I've ever seen? And not only that, you're a gentleman, you're everything? How could they?"

"Woah woah, did you just call me hot?"

"I'm only saying the truth, besides, if you weren't hot you can't be an idol,"

"Sohee's an exception, he's cute as fuck."

"There's always an exception," she smiled, heading to their seat. "Oh look they're sitting beside each other! Our plan worked letsgo!!" Seunghan smiled.

-

Seriously what the fuck. Anton was one more jumpscare away from dying, how could anyone enjoy this? He was holding everything in him to not scream, and it was only 27 minutes until now, oh how would he even manage anymore?

Unbeknownst to him however, the girl beside him could sense the fear lingering in the boy, so almost immediately, she said. "Anton, hold my hand if you're scared, it'll be alright, it's just a movie."

She didn't give him even a second to respond as before he could say anything, his left hand had already been entwined with her left. He could feel the callous on her skin- from her playing her guitar probably, but it was still somehow soft and gentle. Like an assuring feel that nothing would happen to him.

Anton's heart still raced, but now it wasn't because of fear.

-

"Please that movie was ass," Wonmee remarked as the group was walking back to the dorm, which was quite close. "I know right, like the jumpscares were cheap as shit."

"I agree, like the cinematography should've been done better to compliment the acting for god's sake."

The three (Anton didn't speak, still reminiscing holding his crush's hand) continued to talk about the movie until they began walking past a 7/11.

"Gyuri Park? Is that you?" Gwen stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at her biggest nightmare. "Ah so it is you," a boy walked over to her, turning her around, getting ahold of her right hand.

"Minjae just leave us be."

"Ah so your hand and your voice both work well now?" He smirked still not letting go. "Let go of her you asshole." Wonmee came in front, shoving him aside.

"Oh Gyuri, you now have other friends and not just that loser boy, hot friends might I add." Minjae said checking out wonmee.

"Just shut up dude," Seunghan said in anger. "Ah you still have guy friends, guess you're still a slut huh?" Minjae only looked at Gwen, who had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Aww jagi, don't cry," he mocked, caressing her cheek. "Don't touch me, you creep," Gwen managed to shout, swatting his hand away.

"Oh feisty, guess you became like this to be more like my type right?" The bully kept laughing as his two other friends joined in, much to the four's despise.

"You know what, just fuck off." Anton pushed the boy, who was shorter than him, alas, Minjae punched him back, almost toppling him to the ground.

"Don't fucking touch him ever again, you jerk," Gwen kicked his shin before taking Anton's hand and running away.

"Guys come quick!"

-

"Gwen who was that?"

...

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Changed. || Marauders - 11

A quick 3 min per chapter Marauders Era fanfic starring Faith Solace as reader × Sirius/Remus, and Minuet McGonagall (an OC of mine hehe)

Warnings: None :>

Words: 579

Faith's POV

“Hey Remus,” Faith said, pulling out a chair next to him. “Guess who’s in the library for the first time?”

“Hushhh,” Sirius whispered in her ear, making her giggle.

Remus laughed, “Hey, Black.”

“So uhm, theoretically Remus…” Sirius said, smoothly placing an arm on Remus’ shoulder. “If I were to need a book on a potion named ‘Felix’, where would I find it?”

Faith laughed, “Have you never been to a library Sirius?”

“No…”

“WAIT REALLY?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” Remus commented. “You can use this– I’m done with it anyways.”

Remus passed Sirius a book on ‘Extremely Advanced Potions’. 

“Thanks Remus.”(Faith)

“Yeah, thanks bro.”

They kinda sat in silence for a while, each focused on their work.

Sirius really wasn’t as bad a person Faith had thought him to be. He cared when you needed him to and he was just this really chill guy who’d skip class from time to time. He was a good guy to hang around. (Other than his occasional bullying of course.)

“What is this?” James came up from behind them. “A study party and no one invited me?” He said, eyeing Sirius with a smirk.

Sirius groaned. He had his head resting nicely on the table and was about to fall asleep. Faith hadn’t noticed until now, she was way too focused on her work. Remus, who had his nose in a book, looked up at James.

“They came to me…” Remus shrugged.

“I needed help with homework and Solace suggested the library,” Sirius said lazily, then returning to his half-awake state.

James laughed, “And how about you, Kid?”

Faith growled. James knew very well she disliked it when he called her that, which of course made him do it even more.

“I’m almost done.”(Faith)

“I don’t know how you do it Lupin–” Sirius yawned. “I can’t stare at words all day, it’s boooooring~”

Remus chuckled. “Come sit down, J.”

James took the seat next to Sirius.

"Psst, Faith," James called.

"Hm?"

"There's this girl you're roomies with: Evans… She's kinda cute, no?"

"Huh–" Then it hit her. "You have a crush on her don't you?" she smirked.

James turned slightly red then looked back at Sirius, "Okay, my turn. Truth or dare—"

"Don't yall have anywhere better to do this?" Remus interrupted.

"But I haven't finished my homework," Sirius whined.

“Oh, shut up. You’ve only written two paragraphs in the span of the whole hour we were here! And you’re not even holding your quill right now,” Faith laughed.

The corners of Sirius’ lips twitched.

“Or maybe you’re just saying that cause you feel left out hm?” James taunted. “SHHHH,” Madam Pince hissed as she passed by their table.

Faith smiled and mouthed “Idiot” at James and he whispered “I’m telling your dad!” back. Faith stuck out her tongue at him.

“I give up,” Sirius announced, shutting the potions book.

Remus sighed. “Okay, let’s go then. Mdm. Pince is already giving us dirty looks.”

~

“Rem, Faith, want in?”

(Sirius & James) The boys were continuing their little game of ‘Truth or Dare’.

“Sure."

“Ok.”

“What will it be, J?” Faith asked her cousin.

“Dare, obviously,” said James, mimicking a ‘hair toss’.

“Aight, I dare you to stop bullying for a week. This applies to you too, Black.”

“Damn,” said Remus. “Nice one.”

James, open-mouthed, was clearly not expecting that one.

“Sure kid, We never turn down a good dare…” Sirius said. “But if we succeed…

You owe each of us a favour.”

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