#THE PINKY PROMISE. GOODNIGHT. THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS SO EVERYTHING

[ha-ule-nalu]

STOPPPPPPPPPP NO ONE TOUCH ME THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Reunion Track ; One ; Headquarters

Grimshaw has finally been released from his cell, and he has three months of time to make up for, and a new looming threat to worry about.

Monarch, Pua, and Ryuujin belong to: @ha-ule-nalu

Silver belongs to: @cat-buried-in-tall-grass

and the taglist is those two mains' so..

Grimshaw left the holding cell with Hemera on one side of him and Monarch on the other. They were discussing next steps while Brimstone went to shoot off emails to the team. “Where do you want to go first?” Monarch inquired as they helped him move, he was still so weak.

“My room? I would like to change.. Shower.” 

“Always so cleanly, Achlys..” Hemera teased as she followed the two agents’ leads. Grimshaw chuckled softly, more of a soft exhale than anything else. “We’ll get you cleaned up, fed, some sleep. Then we can discuss next steps.”

But Grimshaw shook his head.

“Hemera.. You have to go home.. You’ve done your job.” But she frowned up at him.

“I haven’t seen you in two years, Achlys..” 

“I know..” He hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I’m sorry. But this is too dangerous. I can’t see you hurt again.” Again. She noted, and she grew quiet as she passed by a very shocked blond man who stood still, watching them pass him to get to the dorm wing of the headquarters.

Monarch was quiet as she swiped her key on his door, the door unlocking so they could push it open. “If it means anything, Hemera. I’ll take good care of him.” They promised as the two helped him sit on his bed. Grimshaw fell back on the mattress, sighing deeply as he sunk into the soft material.

“Promise me, Poeiva.” 

The agent smiled, their confidence beginning to return since the start of all this. Since the reminders, the reminders of what they went through, and how they survived, the one thing that got them through on Omega-Earth. That those people were not her people. Hemera had no way to know what Monarch knew.

“I promise.”

Hemera nodded, swallowing thickly as she turned to her brother on the bed. His bandages and mask were given back to him thanks to Monarch, covering a good portion of his face as he laid on the bed with his other eye closed.

She crawled onto the bed beside him, burying her face against his shoulder. Like she had done when they were young and their parents fought. His arm dissipated and then reappeared underneath her, to hold her closer. 

“Promise me you’ll come home, Achlys.”

And his heart stirred in his chest, home. This was his home. This would always be his home now. 

“I promise, Emmy.”

Hemera sniffled, clinging to his waist as if he’d disappear again. Monarch’s confident expression softened as they watched. This is what they fought so hard for this entire time. First they were worried, then they were scared, and finally they were angry. Angry at watching the only other person who got it experiencing what she did. 

But this, this is what Monarch had been fighting for, lobbying for. She won. And maybe they weren’t as fast as they would have liked to be, but they still won, and she had to accept that as enough. But watching Hemera cling to her brother, watching the strong facade crumble to reveal exactly what she truly was.

A younger sister deathly afraid of losing her only brother. 

Monarch was only further reassured. 

Grimshaw turned his head, bonking his head against hers. “They’re here for you.” And as if on cue, somebody knocked on the doorframe. Hemera lifted her head slightly, surprised to be met with a.. Robot? Android? “Cybernetic.” She nodded in understanding as she sat up in the bed.

“I have been sent to return you to Toronto.” Kay/o stepped into the room, grabbing the suitcase she had left beside the door. “Grimshaw, Brimstone has ordered me to issue you an apology.” The cybernetic turned towards the man in question, watching him also sit up in the bed.

Hemera raised an eyebrow, a soft sound of surprise escaping her at the audacity of Kay/o’s sentence. But Grimshaw smiled beneath his mask. “Thank you, Kay/o. I really appreciate that.” He slid off the bed, rising to his full height, he then pulled Hemera up with him.

He wrapped his arms around her properly and she hugged him back. “Stay safe out there, okay? I can’t protect you anymore, ma biquette.” Hemera audibly groaned at the petname, pushing him away and taking a step back.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going home, frérot.” 

She took her bag from Kay/o and stepped into the hall, but she paused, turning to look back at Monarch and Grimshaw in the room. “Call me this time, Achlys. Please.”

“I will.”

“Come this way, ma’am.”

And the two were left alone in the room. Grimshaw sat back down on his bed, reaching up to pull his mask off, he set it aside. “Thank you, Poeiva, for everything you’ve done for me.” He spoke quietly, so as to not be heard.

Monarch ran their tongue over their bottom lip as they looked at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, head hung low. “You would have done the same for me.” She moved closer, slowly sitting down on the bed beside him. “We lost everything that day.”

“We did, and I would.”

“And we can’t get any of it back.”

Grimshaw lifted his head to look at her, the same calm expression he wore the entire time. But Monarch knew better. Their face reflected in his.

“We can only move forward from here. You can move forward with the knowledge that your team is better than mine.” 

Her eyes moved to the side momentarily as she considered his words. “But they wanted to do worse.” 

He exhaled softly, akin to a chuckle, but not quite. 

“They didn’t, Poeiva. I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Achlys. I know what it feels like, you know I do. That.. Trauma.. It doesn’t go away.”

And he’d give that to her. He would have to live with this, the same way they did.

Her eyebrow raised when he held out his hand, pinky finger up while the rest of his fingers were curled in. “Then we have each other to rely on.” Grimshaw reasoned, and the agent’s lips curled upwards at him. Their pinky wrapped around his.

“We do. Us eights gotta stick together.”

Grimshaw made a face and she laughed at it. 

“You can keep that number! I like twenty one.” Despite the tattoo on the back of his neck, the barcode that now held context to all who’d seen it. 

“Then it’s our team that chose to do things better.”

Monarch was smart, he’d give them that too. The way they effortlessly backed him into that corner. Their team. It wasn’t him versus them. It was them versus Omega. He squeezed her pinky finger gently with his.

“Our team.”

He pulled his hand back suddenly and when she went to ask why, she heard the footsteps. Two sets, rapidly approaching. “Oh no, here come your kids.” She teased, standing up to get out of the way preemptively. 

Grimshaw steeled himself, getting ready.

In mere seconds, Silver and Pua burst into the room, almost fighting each other to get in the doorway. “We got the email!” Pua announced, using her Radiant abilities to move quicker, bouncier, throwing herself onto his body and forcing him to fall backwards against the mattress.

And soon after, Silver was also on the bed, on top of the older agent.

Grimshaw exhaled beneath their combined weight, but carefully brought his arms around both of them. “I missed you both as well.” He let himself enjoy the affection, the care. But he felt Monarch’s presence recede quietly. He’d talk more to them later.

“Is it true? You’ve been cleared?”

“Not exactly.” He admitted. “I’ll still be under a sharp eye, but I’ll be allowed to resume some of my duties.”

Before either could say anything, the familiar flip of the tripwire was heard.

“Yes, your duties.” Cypher’s voice cut the moment. “Grimshaw has a mission for us.” 

“You do?” “We both get to go?”

“If you’d like. Amir.”

“Achlys.”

Grimshaw sat up, even with Pua and Silver on his chest, he still held onto them though. “Has Brimstone briefed you?” Cypher shook his head no, and Grimshaw nodded. “Good. We’ll head-”

“No way.” Pua used all her strength to push him back down. “You’re getting some rest! A real nap!”

“I concur.”

“Don’t use words like concur.” Grimshaw snorted, only to laugh softly at Silver’s faux gasp. 

“I agree. If we’re to go there, we will all need our rest.”

“Dibs on the memory foam pillow!”

“Lani!”

But it was too late, she was off of his chest and on the best pillow in the base. 

And as annoyed as he pretended to be while the two playfully argued over the pillow while Cypher walked away. He could only feel soft. Those he held closest, those he’d go to hell for. They were still by his side. They chose to be by his side. He laid down properly in the bed, listening as the argument went from the pillow to the television remote.

He would do anything to protect them.

He still had to talk to Shizuka too though. But the exhaustion of the months began to get to him, his eyes closed before he knew it. He'd shower in the morning..

[nayeonie99]

Sana x Mina / Wet Dream

Mina's POV

I felt lips kissing down my tummy. They felt warm, soft and plump. Hands slid up and down my thighs. My cock is completely hard. I see a figure moving slightly under the covers.

When I felt lips wrapping around my tip, I let out a groan. My hands grabbed the covers, to shove them out of the way so I can see.

"Sana". I gasped out when I looked down into the eyes of my roommate.

"Hey baby, just lean back and enjoy". She said after my dick plopped out of her mouth. My eyes opened and I shot up from my bed. My back was completely drenched in sweat. I felt my hard dick grazing my boxers.

"What the fuck". I breathed out and tried to catch my breath. I got up and walked downstairs to drink a glass of water.

"Mina?". I heard a soft, sleepy voice say. I flinched and almost spilled half of my water. When I turned around I saw a sleepy Sana standing in front of me.

"H-Hey". I squealed out.

"Why are you up?". She asked, her voice full of sleep.

"I-I umm had a bad dream?". I said but it was more of a question than an answer.

"Oh okay. Wanna talk about it?". She asked and looked at me.

"No". I shot out, my eyes slightly widened. I think she didn't noticed though, she was too sleepy.

"Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep, I have classes tomorrow". She said and walked back into her room.

"Alright, goodnight". I said while I watched her walking up the stairs, her body was barely covered. She was just wearing a pair of underwear and a tight black shirt.

"Fuck". I mumbled to myself and felt my cock twitching.

Why does this happen? I never reacted to Sana this way. I sighed and rubbed my temples. Maybe it's just because of the dream I had.

When a few days passed after the dream I had about Sana, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. Because every time I was with her, I felt my body reacting in a way I wasn't used to with her.

When I came back from classes, I instantly walked into my room. Sana and I barely talked for the past few days, which I bet didn't went unnoticed by her. I opened my laptop and started working on my assignments.

After a while I saw the door opening, Sana's shoulder was leaning against the doorframe. I took out my earphones and looked at her.

"Do you need something?". I asked and lifted my brows up.

"Why are you avoiding me?". She asked, getting straight to the point.

Typical Sana.

"I'm not avoiding you". I said and couldn't even hold eye contact.

"Cut the crap Mina. I can tell when you're lying. I can read you like an open book, now tell me what the fuck is going on". She said and walked into my room.

"I told you already. Nothing is wrong. I just have a lot of stress with my assignments, that's all". I said and tried to hold the eye contact with her intimidating gaze as long as I could.

"You were always bad at lying". She said and closed my laptop to put it on the floor.

"One last chance to tell me the truth". She said and sat down in front of me. My eyes gazed over her body. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a black crop top.

"I can't tell you". I said embarrassed.

"Mina you are my friend. We can tell each other everything". She said and you could hear that it hurt her a little bit.

"But not this thing". I said and felt my cheeks heating up.

"Don't you trust me?". She asked.

"Of course I trust you. I trust you more than anyone". I said and looked at her, to show her that I meant it.

"Then why can't you tell me?". She asked, her intense eyes staring into mine.

Her eyes were so beautiful.

I could get lost in them.

"I'm scared that this will ruin our friendship". I breathed out.

"I promise you it won't". She said and took my hand in hers.

"You promise?". I asked and she nodded.

"Pinky promise ?". I asked and she playfully rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"Pinky promise". She said and slid her pinky around mine.

"Okay". I breathed out.

"I had a wet dream about you". I said and she stared at me.

"That's it?". She asked and started laughing.

My eyes widened.

"That's why you were avoiding me? Because you had a wet dream about me?". She asked and continued laughing.

My face turned even hotter.

"This isn't funny. It was really intense". I said and she started to calm down, wiping some tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Why? What happened in the dream?". She asked.

"You were like kissing down my tummy and grabbing my thighs. And then you started sucking my dick". I said and she looked at me.

"Hmm interesting. Did you jerk off when you woke up?". She asked and smirked at me.

"Are you crazy?". I squealed and hit her arm.

"Come on, tell me, I wanna know".

" I didn't after I woke up, remember I was downstairs to drink some water when you came down". I said and she nodded her head.

"Your outfit wasn't helping either". I said and laughed nervously.

"So you did jerk off". She said with a smirk on her lips.

"I mean yeah. You were only in your underwear and a tight T-shirt. I couldn't go back to sleep hard could I?".

"Hmm no". She hummed and smirked.

"I had a lot of wet dreams about you already too". She said and my eyes widened.

"Stop playing with me". I said and laughed.

"No I'm serious".

"Wait really? What did you dream about?". I asked curiously.

"About you fucking me on my bed or sometimes it was in your room as well. From behind, missionary or cowgirl". She said and I felt my dick turning hard.

Please not now.

"O-Oh okay". I said and scratched my neck.

"Yeah". Her eyes stared at me.

"I always wondered how you would be in bed". She said and slid her hands up and down her thighs.

"Really?". I asked and she hummed.

"How big are you?". She asked and looked down to my crotch.

"Around 8 inches". I said and her mouth opened.

"No way". She gasped.

I blushed and just nodded my head.

"Let me see". She said and kneeled onto my bed.

"What?! No, definitely not".

"Oh come on, please". She begged and grabbed the covers from my lap to pull them to the side. I blushed even more when she saw my dick print against my grey sweatpants.

"Come on". She breathed out and her tone changed.

"Please?". She asked and looked at me with her seductive eyes.

"Fuck, okay". I huffed out and she smirked at me victoriously.

"Come on, let me see". She whispered and I slid my fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers to pull them down my legs.

"Oh my god". She gasped out and stared at my cock.

"You weren't lying about the 8 inches". She said and kneeled forward. My breath hitched a little bit. Her hand wrapped around it.

"S-Sana what are you-".

"Shh, be quiet". She said and started moving her hand up and down. I bit my lip and watched her hand pumping my cock. When her eyes darted up to mine, I felt my cock turn even harder.

She looked so hot.

When she leaned down to suck the tip in her mouth I gasped.

"Fuck". I moaned and grabbed the back of her head.

"Mmm". She hummed against it, making my insides shake. She grabbed my balls with her other hand and started playing with them.

"Yes, just like that". I gasped and felt my stomach clenching. When I felt her tongue swirl around my tip, I couldn't hold back and came into her mouth.

She swallowed my cum.

"Fuck, sorry. I would've told you I'm close, but this caught me off guard". I panted out and she wiped her lips with thumb.

"I don't mind". She said and started taking off her crop top and bra. Her naked chest was revealed to me, which made me bite my lip.

Her fingers started opening the button and zipper of her shorts to pull them down her legs. She threw her clothes into my room. The only thing she was wearing now was her red thong.

When she crawled onto my lap, I felt her pussy grazing my tip and let out a shaky breath.

"Since I made your dream become reality, how about you make mine become reality as well?". She whispered and looked into my eyes.

"Sounds fair". I breathed out and slid my hands over her thighs.

"Yeah, I think so too". She said and licked her lips.

"Take off my thong". She whispered into my ear. I shivered and turned us around so I'm on top. When my eyes looked into hers, I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled down her thong.

She was completely naked now.

"Fuck, you're so hot". I said and leaned down, hovering over her. My eyes darted down to her plump lips.

"Is kissing okay?". I asked and she grinned.

"Mina, we are about to fuck and you ask me if kissing is okay?". She said with a smile. I felt my cheeks heating up again.

"You're so cute". She said and pulled me down by my shirt to press our lips together. I felt her sigh into the kiss, her arm wrapped around my neck.

She parted her legs even more for me, so my dick was grazing her wet pussy. She gasped a little into the kiss, which gave me the opportunity to slide my tongue in.

I sucked her tongue into my mouth and let go with a loud popp.

"Fuck". She panted out.

"Take that off". She said and tugged at the rim of my shirt. I quickly took the rest of my clothes off so we were both naked now.

"Damn". She said ans slid her hands down my abs.

"I knew you were hot, but not that hot". She said and bit her lip. I smirked and leaned down to kiss her again.

"I love the way your lips move against mine". I breathed out and she moaned out quietly.

"Please, you can do anything you want with me, but just do something please". She said and bucked her hips up.

"Do you want my tongue or cock?". I asked and kissed her neck.

"I can't take any more teasing, just fuck me". She said and I smirked.

"Okay". I said and grabbed a condom out of my nightstand. I held it out to her. She took it between her teeth and I ripped it open. She spit the part out of her mouth and grabbed my wrist.

"I want to do it". She said and took the condom out of my fingers. She grabbed the tip and pulled it swiftly over my cock.

I positioned my tip against her pussy and pushed in. Her mouth opened and let out a quiet gasp.

"Fuck". I moaned out when I was completely inside of her. Her hands gripped my forearms and I began to move my hips. My cock slid smoothly in and out of her. Her pussy was making wet noises with each thrust I did.

"Fuck, so big". She moaned and bit her lip. I picked up the pace and started moving faster.

"Mmm yes". She whined, her eyebrows were pressed together. I put her legs over my shoulders. I began to pound her, our skin was slapping together.

"H-Holy shit". She squealed and clenched her hands into my sheets. The view I was having was illegal.

The way her mouth parted with my thrusts, the way her titts were moving up and down and her moans filling my ears turned me on even more. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and felt her pussy clench around my cock.

"Are you close?". I panted out and she nodded quickly.

"Cum for me". I said and thrusted harder. She threw her head back while she climaxed. I was watching in pure bliss.

"Fuck". I groaned when I pulled out and saw her cum leaking out of her pussy.

"On all fours". I said and quickly turned her around. I leaned down to suck her pussy into my mouth, making her gasp loudly.

"Oh fuck yes". She moaned when I sucked her clit in my mouth. I licked her pussy clean and kneeled up to push my cock back inside of her.

"Fuck, so deep". She groaned and pushed her hips back.

"Mhm". I hummed and spanked her harshly.

"Shit". She cried out and I spanked her again.

"Is that good?". I panted out and spanked her again.

"Y-Yes". She moaned out and pressed her forehead into the mattress. I grabbed her hips in my hands and instantly began pounding her.

The bed was rocking back and forth and her moans filled my room. My hand slammed down on her ass, spanking her again.

"Fuck Mina". She moaned out and I moaned as well, at the way she said my name.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum". She moaned and I rubbed my fingers against her clit to take her over the edge. The way she clenched around me made me cum as well.

I felt my cum filling up the condom.

When I pulled out of her slowly, I took off the condom to knot it and threw it into the bin.

Sana turned around, some strands of hair were sticking to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth slightly parted.

When we looked at each other we started laughing. She covered her mouth and I held my stomach.

When we slowly calmed down, she stood up, grabbing my hand.

"I would love to give this a try Mina". She said.

"A try with us?". I asked and she shyly nodded her head. I smiled and grabbed her chin between my fingers.

"I would love to as well". I breathed out and took her lips in mine. We smiled into the kiss and she grabbed my neck to pull me closer.

After we pulled away we both couldn't stop grinning.

"Let's go". She said and grabbed my wrist to pull me with her.

"Go where?". I asked confused.

"Taking a shower". She said and smirked.

I couldn't help the smirk forming on my lips as well and let me drag into the bathroom.

Lord have mercy.

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

MASTERLIST

Eddie x GN!reader

Thoughts of falling asleep to Black Sabbath

Hellfire Club is Eddie's family

Got room for another lost sheep?

Playing with Eddie's hair

Eddie & your fav song - Vecna

Eddie and his favourite music

Eddie & you wearing a Hellfire shirt (written with @hersweetrevenge as a reblog chain)

Telling Eddie you masturbated to thoughts of him NSFW

Sleeping in love

Self-deprecation isn't sexy

Dream date

Kissing Eddie is everything

Eddie reads Edgar Poe to you in the library after you're upset by bullies

Periods - drabble

After Vecna, you can’t crack your knuckles around Eddie

Imagine being insecure about your relationship with Eddie

Can’t sleep

Kissing his spider tattoo goodnight

Nyctophobia/fear of the dark comfort

Anyone but you

Eddie loves it when you eat messy

You bang your head on your desk when studying frustrates you - blurb

Eddie finds you crying alone

You're stressed & need a breather

A bittersweet Eddie headcanon

Something upsets Eddie drabble

ep. 2 comfort fic (fix-it)

Eddie teases you for liking metal & Dolly Parton

Eddie's good to your younger siblings - headcanon

You're stressed and Eddie comforts you

Sassing Jason to take the heat off Eddie

Eddie and his s/o are very similar; both chaotic & feral - thoughts

You love plants & often stay up at night to watch specific ones bloom - thoughts

Eddie's most important love language is music

Encouragement from Eddie when you're anxious💕

Helping Eddie to get in the shower after a long day

Eddie always overreacts because he cares

Insecure about Eddie not loving you? My thoughts!!

More period comfort!

NSFW headcanons

Eddie helps you to take your medication

The cheerleader's cheerleader for @munsons-maiden

Eddie puts his hands over your ears when you're overwhelmed

Uncle Wayne & Eddie❤️

(family content; Eddie is in a relationship with Y/N and Y/N is close to Wayne)

Eddie & Wayne - Eddie's birthday - stream of thoughts

Wayne gives you a hug

The night Eddie realised Wayne considered him as his son

You're in a relationship with Eddie & you & Wayne have a small talk outside

How your friendship with Wayne develops during your relationship with Eddie headcanons

Eddie calls Wayne 'dad'

Wayne comforts Eddie when his reputation gets too much for him

Wayne brushes a knot out of Eddie's hair

A look to open up the skies // you discuss your feelings for Eddie with Wayne (PART 1)

A look to open up the skies // PART 2 - you tell Eddie!!!!

The Munsons & pinky promises

Eddie just wants his dad

A character analysis of Wayne Munson - features Eddie

Wayne finds you crying from stress and comforts you before Eddie comes home

Wayne helps you with your period

I need your love before I fall // e.m x gn!reader; you're close with Wayne. You & Eddie both miss him so he comes home.

Test stress - Wayne comforts Eddie

Eddie changes his middle name to 'Wayne' for his Uncle's birthday

Uncle Wayne never shushes Eddie

Uncle Wayne is Eddie's shield

Bands shirts say you miss me

Christmas cookies ft. @seidenbros

Weather the storm (Eddie x reader ft. Uncle Wayne)

Thoughts about Eddie and Wayne, Eddie x Reader, I gush

Uncle Wayne can help you (usually) with a good long look

Uncle Wayne comforts you when you're sad

Eddie almost falls out of a tree & terrifies Uncle Wayne

Uncle Wayne painted the Corroded Coffin banner, not Eddie

Uncle Wayne defends Eddie (baby boy)

You have a nightmare and the Munsons comfort you

The Munsons on Father’s Day

'Ruined' domesticity - Eddie x reader ft. Uncle Wayne

You just want an Eddie hug

Not writing but things I want to keep:

A love letter to Eddie Munson

Gushing over Eddie: why I love him, what I want to know about him, what I want to experience with him (anon ask)

Another Eddie gush written at 6.34am

I finally went feral

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brief summary: as well as being one of davids friends, you’re also his fwb. but as time passes by, you can’t help but allow your feelings for him to develop, even if they’ll never be reciprocated. (1.9k)

requested: yes by the sweetest anon, i needed the angst so thank you love! warnings: none that i’m aware of

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“So, David’s gone for the night then?” Your roommate, Gee, stands in your doorway as you exit your bathroom after cleaning yourself up and changing into fresh PJs.

“Yeah,” You breathe out as you tug on your duvet, seeing the indent from where he was less than an hour ago, by your side. “sorry, did I wake you?” You ask, turning your attention back to her as a frown etches heavily in her eyes.

“Y/n,” Gee starts, stepping across the threshold into your bedroom and hovers beside you. “how much longer can you kid yourself with this?” She sighs as you collapse down onto your bed with a heavy heart.

“It’s fine, really.” You lie. “We made this arrangement ages ago, and it works for us.” Another lie, it might work for him, but you couldn’t deny the attachment that was forming in your heart for his.

“Remember who you’re talking to here,” Gee chuckles as she sits down on your bed and you lean against her, resting your head on her shoulder. “just don’t let yourself get hurt, okay? Promise me that at least.”

Gee holds her hand up, sticking her pinky finger out as you loop yours around hers. “I promise.” You mutter, hoping this was a promise you could keep to.

*

“And boom, there she was on the ground cradling her knee!” David laughs, looking through the footage on his laptop whilst Jason and Natalie sit either side of him, you across the room with Ilya.

“It wasn’t my fault, you should’ve warned me you had decided to prank Ilya.” You roll your eyes, catching David’s bright smile briefly directed your way. “Honestly that’s the last time I try and offer my services, David.”

“Come on, Y/n, you love me really.” David jokes, unaware of how heavy those words dig into your heart.

Silence falls for a second as David’s words linger and everyone's attention falls to you. You force a soft laugh from your lips, which seems to please David as he carries on editing, but Natalie remains unconvinced as she keeps an eye on you whilst you scroll through Instagram.

“You wish, Dobrik.” You retort, glancing up from your phone to see him looking back at you with a goofy grin, one reserved for these situations only.

After a while, Ilya shuffles on the other end of the sofa, kicking his feet out and jabs your side unintentionally. “Ow.” You mumble, catching Ilya off guard as he sits upright, rubbing his eyes.

“Shit, did I hit you?” Sleep remains heavy in Ilya’s voice as he reaches out, resting his hand on your arm.

“It’s okay, Ilya, just my side.” You smile, rubbing your side, unaware of the daggers from David being sent in Ilya’s direction.

“Sorry, I’m a wriggler when I sleep.” He winks, and you laugh lightly.

“I’ve had worse, trust me.” You joke with him, nudging his arm away as he lies back down whilst you return to your phone, catching sight of the time. “Oh god, I gotta go.” You quickly rise to your feet, David now averting his focus to you.

“Where you going?” David asks, his eyes refusing to leave you as you gather your things.

“An appointment, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You wave to the others, but David stands up and follows you to the front door.

Holding it open for you, David hovers in the doorway as you take your car keys from your bag. “Wanna come over tonight?” He asks, licking his lips.

“Erm, I can’t tonight, maybe tomorrow?” You suggest instead, and David simply nods.

“Okay,” He comments. “good luck with your appointment.” He waves you off as you get into your car and as you go to reverse out, Taylor appears by the gates.

You wait for Taylor to pass you by with her bright smile as she almost skips over to David.

He always looks so happy to see her as he brings her into a tight hug, forgetting anyone else exists. Taylor walks into the house, and David doesn’t even spare you a glance as he closes the front door, slamming it shut.

*

“Y/n, that you?” Gee calls out as you close the front door.

“Who else would it be? A polite burglar?” You joke back as you kick your shoes off, walking past her room toward your own, but before you reach your bedroom door, you feel a tug on your arm.

Without a moment to react, Gee pulls you into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. “Okay, hi, sorry,” Gee mutters, a wild look of panic in her eyes as she begins to pace around the same ten steps.

“Gee can you stop moving, you’re making me feel motion sick.” You step forward, taking hold of her arms so she finally stands still and faces you. “What on earth is going on?”

“Well, someone knocked earlier and I thought you just forgot your key again, and I answered it and now David is sat in your room waiting for you to come home.” Gee quickly rambles, exhaling deeply as she finishes. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad.” You tell her as hundreds of thoughts rush through your mind. “I just, I told him tonights not good for me, god, why can’t he get the message.” You groan, wishing you could slam your head against the door in peace without stirring David across the hall.

“What happened earlier today?” Gee asks, now crossing her arms as you sigh under your breath. “Because clearly, something did, based on how both of you are acting.”

You quirk a brow at her remark, how was David acting?

“Nothing really, I just told him tonights not good, and I had an appointment this afternoon.” You explain, and Gee chuckles under her breath.

“Maybe he thought you had an ‘appointment’ if you know what I mean.” She nudges you.

“What? No way.” You scoff. “If I met someone else I’d tell him.” You state, knowing you value his friendship above all else, even if he seems to forget that sometimes.

“Well, you can’t leave him waiting forever in there I’m afraid.” Gee reminds you as she stands aside, allowing you to reach for the doorknob.

“What do I say, Gee?” Your voice softens as you look up to her, pleading for some advice.

Lifting her hand up, Gee sticks out her pinky finger. “You made a promise to me last week, don’t let yourself get hurt.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You sigh, lifting your pinky up and looping it around hers. “Okay, I can do this.”

Opening the door, you close it behind you and take a brief moment as you stand in front of your own door, wondering what will happen the next time you exit it.

Pushing back your worries, you open your door and David rises to his feet, rubbing his hands across his jeans.

“Hey,” He speaks up. “how, how was your appointment?” His voice is soft, almost caring as you quietly sigh, removing your jacket and throwing it on your chair.

“Yeah, it was fine.” You brush it off. “Why are you here, David?” You don’t want to waste any time, and clearly, he’s taken aback by your question as his eyes widen for a second as he composes himself.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Seemed a little off when you left earlier.” He shrugs it off uncertainly.

“It’s nothing really. But I told you I was busy tonight, so why are you here?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you catch David’s eyes darting to the bed for a fraction of a second. “Course, that’s why.” You scoff. “Well, I hate to say you’ve had a wasted journey, Dave. I’m not in the mood.” You move forward, opening your bedroom door, but David remains still, frozen on the spot.

“That’s not why I’m here, Y/n.” David comments. “Do you really think that’s all I wanna see you for?” He almost sounds hurt as you lower your gaze to your carpet. “You’re my friend Y/n, before all of this,” Stepping forward, David rests his hand on your forearm and pulls you away from your door and over to your bed. “and I just wanna hang out with you, like old times.”

Looking up, you see his classic smile, the one you’ve genuinely missed that causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach and bees to swarm your mind.

“So, you wanna watch a movie with me?” You suggest, and David nods, taking his usual spot beside you on your bed whilst you search through Netflix.

As you pick a movie to watch, David’s phone pings and he picks it up, smiling down at it. You can’t help but sneak a glance, and the bees swarming your mind become reckless as the butterflies begin to fall into the pit at the bottom of your stomach; it’s Taylor.

“Sorry,” David mutters, unable to wipe the smile from his face as he glances up to you.

“I get it, don’t worry.” You whisper as you curl up under a blanket whilst David remains on top of it as you watch the movie together.

Slowly but surely, David begins to nod off, his head dipping away from yours.

You watch as he turns his back to you, lying on his side as the credits play and you’re left alone once more. “Goodnight, David.” You mutter, hearing a mumble from him in response as you lean over and kiss his cheek, brushing his hair out of his face.

Turning your TV off, you creep out from your bed, leaving David fast asleep as you tiptoe over to Gee’s room.

“Y/n?” Gee whispers as you open her bedroom door, thankful she’s still awake as you rush over to her, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes. “Oh, Y/n.” She sighs, holding you close in her arms as you sob into her chest.

“I just wish I could be his favourite girl, Gee.” You manage to say through hiccups as you lift your head up and Gee wipes your eyes, a sad smile on her face. “But I made a promise,” You remind yourself. “and it’s about time I stuck to it.”

“You’ll be okay, Y/n.” Gee tells you, knowing it’s true. “Just gotta let your heart heal.” You can feel the pit at the bottom of your stomach starting to close up once again, no longer dragging your heart toward it.

“Yeah,” You breathe out. “thanks Gee.”

As you rise to your feet, you look over your shoulder to Gee’s doorway, swearing you heard a floorboard creak. But as you walk out from her room, nothing is out of place, and your door is as you left it.

Creeping back into your room, you close your door behind you, unaware that David is wide awake with a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind.

“Hey, Y/n?” David whispers as you tug on your duvet, curling up into it.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask softly, thankful for the darkness disguising your puffy complexion.

David shuffles to turn and face you, his hand hesitantly rises and he rests it on your cheek, stroking away stray tears. “It’s okay,” He chuckles. “I just want you to know something, okay?”

“Okay,” You whisper, almost seeing his eyes searching for yours as he shuffles closer, his breath now on your lips.

“You’ll always be my favourite girl, Y/n. Always have been, always will be.” 

[boonki]

ask from the lovely @lynnpaper from these prompts! Sorry in advance for the long post, but I love talking about my writing!! ❤️

F - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

So this is a little snippet from my college au from a chapter I haven’t posted yet (or edited yet, for that matter)- I just love writing Anakin’s and Ahsoka’s friendship so much and I think this captures their dynamic well (at least I hope so!): 

The small screen of Anakin’s laptop lights up the corner of his dorm room, a scary video game compilation playing on youtube. Ahsoka makes grabby hands for Anakin’s box of Cheez-its, and he reluctantly hands her the box, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. This has become their destressing ritual; Ahsoka always jokes that there’s nothing more relaxing than being scared shitless in a dark room at two am, and Anakin kind of has to agree. He does sleep better after watching Ahsoka lose her shit giggling and screaming for an hour.

The character onscreen makes their way through a nearly pitch black house, flashlight practically useless. Anakin’s stomach is clenched, a jump scare has to be coming soon.

Then, out of nowhere:

“So, are you going to ask him out?”

Anakin’s neck almost cracks, he snaps his head towards her so quickly. “What?”

She talks around a mouth of Cheez-its. “Oh, c’mon, you and Obi-wan. You clearly like him, and it sounds like he likes you too. So,” she shakes the box and shoves more into her mouth, giving herself chipmunk cheeks “you gon’ass’im?”

Anakin snatches the box out of her hands. “Absolutely not.”

Ahsoka sighs out of her nose and finishes chewing. “Why not? No-” she holds up a hand at his shriveling look “-hear me out. You really like him, Anakin. And I know we’ve never really talked about it, but I get the sense you’ve never really had a boyfriend before, and I don’t want you to pass this by just because you’re scared.”

Anakin is quiet for a moment, absentmindedly watching the video. “It’s not just that I’m scared. Well, I am, but it’s…” he shakes his head, grappling for the right words. Ahsoka watches him, patient. “Listen, my mom doesn’t know that I’m...that I like boys. And so I’ve never had the possibility of something working out with someone before, because I’ve always lived at home. And like, what if it works out and I fall in love with him, and then I lose him?” He closes his eyes at the emotion threatening tears, his honesty unlocking little bits of himself that he had neatly tucked away. “What if I fuck it all up? And the holidays are coming up and what if he wants to meet my family and what would I tell my mom? God, what if he doesn’t even like men and I’m just pining over someone I can’t have? Besides, why would he ever want someone like me?”

Ahsoka considers this all carefully, her lower lip pushed out in thought.

Anakin, eyes still closed, feels a sharp poke on his cheek: her finger. He startles, ready to admonish her, but she beats him to it.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

He looks down at the Cheez-it box. “I know, but-”

“And you deserve happiness, okay? Anakin, you deserve to be loved. I’m sorry that your mom doesn’t see eye to eye with you on this, but I’ll always love you and support you, no matter what, okay?” She reaches out and squeezes his bicep. “Go after him. You want this.”

Anakin can’t look at her, his eyes welling up in tears at her honesty, her love, her friendship. He is so lucky to have her.

She grabs the box back, takes a large handful into her mouth. “If you don’t ask him out, I’m gonna tell him about the time you farted when I cracked your back.”

He winces. “It was one time, please, let me forget.”

“Never. It smelled so bad.”

“I mean, I could probably go for one right now,” he presses on his stomach, and grins devilishly at her, “if we’re gonna talk about how bad they smell.”

Her eyebrows jump up, and so does she, racing for the door. “No, absolutely not, goodbye and goodnight, I am going home.”

“Come back, I’m kidding.” He’s laughing, deep belly laughs that are working to cleanse him of the sadness of their conversation.

She eyes him warily. “Pinky promise.”

He holds up his pinky. “Pinky promise.”

When she lifts her hand, he grabs her wrist and pulls her into his side, trapping her in a hug.

“Thank you, for, y’know...being my friend.” He mumbles into her hair while she squirms against him.

She stills. “Anytime, loser.” Her arms thread around his middle, hugging him back. He can smell the lingering Cheez-its on her breath. “I mean it, you deserve love.”

G - Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Start to finish! I usually outline in detail first and then sit down and actually do the writing. The only times I’ll write in advance is if a scene is really bugging to be written or I get sudden inspiration. Otherwise I confuse myself writing out of order- keeping track of all the details in a fic is really hard 😭

N - Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Oooh yes. There’s this living ship/pirate au that we’ve kicked around on the discord server I’m a part of and I have a vague outline out of it but I have so many other projects going on so I haven’t gotten to it! But I’m so excited for it! I love the premise so much. I wish someone else could write it out so I could just read it 😂

R - Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Most definitely! I can’t name names but every fic I read I pay attention to the style and prose and definitely get inspired by it and try to work it into my own writing! Lately I’ve been trying to get better at making sure there’s enough detail in a scene so it’s not all prose and dialogue, so I’ve been paying attention to that in fics. But if I’ve ever read your fic, you’ve influenced me in some way. 

U - Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

This is so hard!! There are so many good writers out there!! 

Off the top of my head: 

@sonderwalker writes great sickfics and hurt/comfort, she makes me literally uwu in my heart

@shatouto has beautiful, lyrical works that i adore

@intermundia - everything they write is gold. my god

@katierosefun has wonderful little prompts that make me smile every time they come across my dash! 

@jenjenpup her future in motion fic is one of my favorite right now! 

@unpheenix young and menace is going to be one of my all time favs 

lilyconrad on ao3 (anyone know their tumblr?) - i’ve read like everything theyve written 

@xeniaraven i love everything!!! so good!! i always want to scream in the comments after

WhiteMoose and Ripki on ao3 - wrote fucking beautiful novels for fun?? hello?? their fics are amazing 

and so many more omg literally all my friends on here are such talented writers that keep me on my toes! i feel like i have to keep up with them!! if you didn’t get mentioned please know that you should be on here, i just suck at remembering everyone (that’s what happens when you read like 453489 fics a day)

thank you for the ask my dear!! i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!! ❤️❤️❤️

[wowtobio]

Hi! Can I request headcanons where Atsunu and Oikawa are in love with the same girl and compete for her love? I

New Neighbor? Where Atsumu and Oikawa try to win your love

thanks for the request :) i hope u enjoy! 

warnings: slight angst and implied sexual content

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*pretend hinata is you hehe ;) 

“(y/n)-chan!! I can’t believe you’re leaving me!!” Oikawa complains as you pack the last few things in your overflowing suitcase.

It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon in your home in Miyagi and you found yourself in your room with Oikawa casually laying on your bed. 

“Tooru, I’m sorry you know this was not my choice.” You spoke softly, Oikawa sat up and continued his whining 

“But still! We’ve been together since we were kids and you’re just gonna abandon me?? After everything we’ve been through!!?” You threw a pillow at the loud mouthed setter.

It was true, when you moved to Miyagi when you were 6 years old, you two hit it off and are still as close as ever today. Your parents had demanding jobs that required them to travel all over Japan leaving you home alone. Your parents were close with Oikawa’s so they trusted to look after you. You were practically raised by them but over time you learned to fend for yourself with a little help from him and his family. 

“Quit your screaming! And don’t make it out like we’re dating hmph. You still have Iwa-kun to cling onto. You’ll be alright.” You stood up and clasped his hands with yours. A fire sparked into your eyes as you looked at him. 

“Besides, you have to promise me that you’ll go and win nationals. Win the dream with your team!” Oikawa glances at your hands before letting them go and hooking his pinky with your small, dainty ones. 

“Mm, you can count on me (y/n)-chan” 

You smile brightly and without warning wrap your arms around the brunette’s neck. He pauses before allowing his hands to gather at the small of your back and hugging your waist. As a goodbye, you squeeze him closer and bury your face in the crook of his neck and he digs his face into your shoulder. Your breath hitched in your throat as you swear you felt him press a kiss on your neck, but you didn’t mention it. You two just savored the moment and each others warmth as it was probably going to be the last time you two would be in each others presence for awhile. Probably.

-

It has been two months since your family made the move to Hyogo, your parents as expected were not home as usual and at first it was hard for you to adapt without the presence of your parents and your childhood best friend who you texted every single day.

“heyo tooru!” 

“(y/n)-chan! i miss you ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ do you miss mee~?” 

“yah wish idiot, i’m just checkin up on yah”

“YABBEI!! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ you already have the kansai accent noo!!” 

“shut up! i adapt! and fyi i do not talk like this irl”

“okok whateverrr, how’s inarizaki?” 

With your high grades and excelling in academics you were able to transfer into Inarizaki high with no problem. You did not have any friends though, you did not really fit in or belong to certain cliques at the school.

“it’s been alright, kinda prestigious though and ppl have egos but nothing i can’t handle. def better than dealing with you hehe~” 

“im hurt (y/n)-chan! but that’s good, watch out for their volleyball team they’re pretty strong (ง’-‘︠)ง“

You raised an eyebrow as you realized that your new school did indeed have a volleyball team. You’ve heard about them quite a lot as they are supposedly really good, placing at nationals consecutively. You made a mental note to yourself to look further into it whenever you cared too and you bid Oikawa a quick goodbye text. You remembered an important package was waiting outside so you slipped on some shoes and ran out to get it. 

Upon approaching your mailbox, you notice two guys walking towards your direction and you glance up at them. One blonde-haired guy rambling to an uninterested sliver-haired who was practically an exact replica to him. Twins? You thought to yourself as you took a double-take.

Despite their similarities in looks, your attention gravitated towards the blond twin. Just the way his soft looking locks parted to the right over his hooded, dark eyes you could lost in. His overall energy was one that interested you. He felt your lingering gaze on him and made eye contact with you and smirked. 

You blushed lightly and hurriedly grabbed your package. You rushed since you were just wearing short shorts and a crop top. Avoiding any interactions with the pair, you walk away and miss the eyes of the blonde twin looking up and down at your body. 

Slamming your door shut, back against it you let out a sigh of relief and peek out the window to see the twins walk into the house right next door to you. The blush on your face still burned slightly, your curiosity heightens 

“New neighbors? How interesting”

-

School has ended, yet you found yourself aimlessly walking the now empty halls of Inarizaki. You wanted to avoid going home, as you did not want to be spending anymore time in an empty household and without your best friend you missed dearly. 

Your aimless wandering has led you to the volleyball gym, curiosity killed the cat and you found yourself entering the gym and stepping up at the balcony to watch practice from afar. Your eyes immediately went to the golden yellow haired guy who was apparently also your neighbor.

He sets to his teammate effortlessly and you couldn’t help but watch with amazement of his moves and how he brought out the best in the spiker. His technique was similar to Tooru’s, just a bit different. It was like his own twist. You always watched Tooru play with awe, however this guy’s setting just hit differently within you. 

You stared for a bit too long, as said setter looks up the balcony to see your form. The fangirls nearby you screech for his attention, only for him to send you a smirk and you blush profusely and immediately break the eye contact once again. 

Eventually, you found yourself coming back to the same gym at the same time everyday for the week. You went because of how much the players practiced and played flawlessly, but secretly because you wanted to watch the blonde setter in action of course. And since you were not enrolled in any clubs you killed time after school on that very balcony. 

Blonde twin has noticed you at every practice, every now and then he would nod towards you and/or throw a lopsided smile to you that made your heart jump lightly. 

It was the end of practice and you were about to walk out of the empty gym until you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you back. 

“Wait!”

You gasp slightly upon seeing the blonde setter. A little too close for comfort. A tint of pink dusted your cheeks as you gulped and stared into his eyes.

“Miya Atsumu, who are you?”

-

“TOOOORUUU YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED” You jumped into bed and called your childhood best friend with no warning.

“E-eh?? (y/n)-chan are you okay?? Are you finally coming back to mee????” 

“NO SILLY! okay hear me out for a moment” 

You rambled on and on about your interaction with the setter, a hint of excitement in your tone that goes unnoticed by Oikawa.

“(y/n)-chan, you do know that Miya Atsumu is one of the best setters in Japan right?” 

You immediately shut up, mouth open slightly and you noticed Oikawa’s sudden drop in mood.

“A-ah, I did not know that, sorry..” You rubbed your arm out of nervousness as the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“You.. you still support me though right (y/n)-chan?” 

“Of course Tooru!”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, of course. I believe in you”

-

Over the next few weeks, you and Atsumu have been interacting a lot more than others would’ve expected. You two slowly got closer to each other, exchanged numbers, walking in the halls together, eating lunch together, even during passing time he would come visit you in your class. Rumors erupted here and there but you would ignore them, all you cared about was the fact that you were getting close to the handsome setter and you couldn’t help but feel a weird sensation in your chest whenever you were around him. 

Being neighbors, you two sometimes catch each other walking by the window and laugh at how both of you were caught off guard. He would even text you about it.

“you looked pretty cute there (n/n)-chan~”

Your heart flutters and you giggle replying back. Then you two would text the whole night away.

One night, you were on the phone with Oikawa as usual updating each other about your lives. 

“And then! You won’t believe it (y/n)-chan, Iwa-chan then threw the volleyball! At the back of my head!! How embarrassing uwaaah” 

You giggled cutely, “But I do believe it!” Oikawa just grumbles on the other side of the line and you continue to laugh. A text message then pops up from Atsumu, wishing you a goodnight. You subconsciously smile and were reminded that you should probably tell your best friend of the recent closeness. 

“Ne Tooru, I have somethings to update you about Atsumu.” It was absolutely silence on the other side, you worried slightly but took it as a sign to continue.

You ranted on about the progression of your friendship with Atsumu, almost in a dreamy tone. You finished and were met with silence which worried you even further.

“Toor-”

“We have a match with Karasuno tomorrow.” You were caught off guard with the sudden subject change. 

“E-eh? That’s Kageyama-san’s team right? And you should be sleeping then!” 

“Yeah, that guy drives me mad. But we’ll be fine, we will win” Oikawa says. You admired whenever Oikawa was passionate and serious about his dreams. 

“Of course, I wish you luck! I’ll watch you guys from home.” 

“Thank you~ Sweet (y/n)-chan” You laugh and cringed at him, but his tone went serious unexpectedly once again.

“Ne (y/n)-chan I have a question for you.”

“I’m all ears Tooru.”

“Do you have feelings for Atsumu?” 

Your breath got caught in your throat. Feelings?

“I- uhm. I think it’s too early to have feelings like that, right Tooru?”

“Mmm.” 

On the other side of the line, Oikawa frowns. 

-

They lost

They lost against Karasuno

You sat on your coach, tears forming as your hands cupped your mouth in shock. 

They can’t go to nationals

You watched painfully as you saw the cameras zoom in on the victors of Karasuno and cuts to Oikawa’s face of disbelief alongside the team members’ similar reaction and a few crying faces. Tears were as of now flowing down your face.

Tooru’s dream

You spent the next few days constantly calling and texting your best friend to check on him and remind him he did his best. He barely replied back, answering with blunt and passive answers that worried you to the core. Oh what would you give to take a train to Miyagi and comfort him. 

You heard a knock at your door, ears perked up and you walk over to answer. 

“A-atsumu??” You were shocked at the sudden appearance of him at your front door. 

“What’re you doing here??” He leans against the doorway, hands in his pockets. His casual attire being fitted black joggers, a green hoodie and a nice jacket over. You couldn’t help but stare. 

“Am I not allowed to visit yah (n/n)-chan. And it is rude to stare yanno. Not even allowing a guest in?” He smirks as you fumble with your words and let him in your home. 

“I was just making lunch, w-would you like to join me?” He smiles attractively as he takes off his coat and hangs it up. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” 

The afternoon was spent with you cooking lunch for the two of you, jokes cracked up and you both laughed and bonded. 

“What do yah mean? You never saw the movie??” You giggled.

“Hah, you expect me to be going out all the time? I’m the loner here.” 

“Nope nope, not with me around. I am taking you out to see this movie right now.” He grabs your wrist and drags you towards your room. Your heart did a thing.

“Go get ready.” You blushed red questioned frantically what was happening.

“W-what? What do you mean? Where are we going? WHat??” Atsumu waves his hands.

“Don’tcha worry about it doll. I’ll pay for your ticket, and it’ll only be the movies. Yah parents aren’t even home and I’ll bring yah back home in one piece.” 

With further convincing you sigh and agreed to his offer. As you slipped on a casual, fitting dress along with a bit of touching up of your hair and makeup your mind wanders to Oikawa. You still worried about him.

“I hope he’s doing okay..” You mumble to no one in particular. 

“Hope whose doin okay?” You jump at Atsumu’s sudden intrusion in your bedroom. 

“N-nothing! Well I’m ready now so let’s go.” Before heading out, Atsumu blocks your path and checked you out real quick. 

“Wow~ You look gorgeous (n/n)-chan” You blushed heavily and ushered him out of your room and the house. 

-

You two arrive at the train station, making light conversation where Atsumu would drop compliments every now and then that would make you redder than a tomato.

Casually strolling side by side, your shoulders bumping into each other. You stop in your tracks as Atsumu does the same, your eyes widening at the sight of Oikawa.

“T-tooru!” 

“…(y/n)-chan” 

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. 

“W-what are you doing here Tooru? Are you okay??”

“I simply just needed to see you… I missed you but I see that I am interrupting something?”

Your eyes widened, you wanted to run into Tooru’s arms but Atsumu was right beside you..

Conflicted

“Well well well, if it ain’t pretty setter Oikawa. How did that game the other day go?” Atsumu says in a taunting manner, you backhanded Atsumu’s chest lightly scolding him. However, Astumu continues 

“I think you should let her go lover boy, she’s mine.” Atsumu wraps and arm around your shoulder. You gasped as Oikawa ticks at that.

“You barely know her, don’t even think about touching her!” Oikawa growls out.

“G-guys please stop!” You felt so conflicted with your feelings. You did recently felt interested in Atsumu. On the other hand, you constantly missed and cared for Tooru. 

“She obviously likes me over you boy, I dunno your problem but I will be taking my lady out if yah don’t mind.” 

“To hell! (y/n)-chan’s been mine.” Oikawa grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. 

“(y/n), what are you doing out with him? Is this a date? Do you actually like him more than me?” 

You flustered up at Oikawa’s words.

“No! W-well it may seem like a date, but we’re just out watching movies together alone! W-wait that sounds like a date oh my goodness. I don’t even know anymore ugh-” 

You felt so overwhelmed to the point you could not help but break your grasp from Oikawa and run from the two. 

“(n/n)-chan!”

“(y/n)!” 

You kept running, ignoring their calls.

What were you going to do? 

Who were you going to choose?

You did not know anymore

-

a/n: heyhey sorry if that turned out bad ;; i am conflicted on how to end this short headcanon so I was thinking of writing something with both endings where you either choose Oikawa or Atsumu. Only if you guys want so please let me know! And also at that last interaction I made Oikawa seem more serious since I imagine he would still be affected by losing ofc poor boi. Sorry if that seemed too ooc for Oikawa. N e ways, thank you guys sm for the support and reading my writing. PLs let me know if you would like that part two! ily :)

[julemmaes]

PP Feysand drabble 1.5

A/N: This is set in the same universe my Nessian fic Pinky Promise is set and it’s basically a chapter 1.5. It’s what happened in Feyre’s room while everyone listened to them arguing and it’s short, but I really want to write their story too - I just don’t want to make it a story itself, so I’ll just post some drabbles (I guess that’s what they’re called) of moments I think are cute or important for their development and relationship. I’ll do the same for Elain and Lucien, Elain and Azriel and also *sighs* Feyre and fucking Tampon, I already have most of them planned out and they’re gonna be not longer than 2k words. I hope you like the idea:)

Word count: 1,740

Rhysand was trying in every way to keep himself still between his two brothers. Alcohol was coursing through his veins and his mind was wandering around on its own, in an unknown world.

It had been a relief for him when he remembered that they were all going to eat at the Archeron's house. Whatever they proposed to him that involved seeing Feyre for even a few hours was a treasure.

He was bickering with Elain about something he couldn't even remember, "But only because you don't have enough sisters for backup, otherwise we'd solve it physically," he muttered. Elain laughed and took another sip of her drink.

"I think all three of us would end up with a boner before anyone could tell the winner," Azriel whispered very softly. Cassian burst out laughing shortly afterwards, clinging to him.

He didn't hear the front door open, but he saw everyone turning in the direction of the entrance and tracked the movement as well. He knew it was Feyre, it had to be her.

He only hoped that she had no company.

He stood up, "Yes Fey-Fey join us," Rhysand echoed Mor's words. He was definitely smiling like a child on Christmas morning and hadn't even seen her yet, just a flash of black of her winter coat.

The second she turned towards them, he tensed up.

Her eyes...

"Feyre," he stepped forward, holding his breath, "What happened?"

She was looking at him, but it was as if she didn't see him.

The swollen, red eyes were a clear sign that he had been crying just seconds earlier.

A tinge of hope lit up in his chest and he almost felt sick to his stomach at the idea of having felt pleasure in the suffering of the woman he loved. Regardless of who had caused the wound and what consequences it had had for the relationship between her and Tamlin, Feyre was crying and was not fine.

She moved slowly, without the bit of life that was once an integral part of her person, "Nothing, don't worry," she answered in a small voice.

Nesta was getting up, but Feyre shook her head, raising one hand.

Rhysand couldn't move, he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't want to ruin your evening, I just came to say hi." she smiled slightly at everyone and when no one answered, she bit her lip tentatively. He stiffened even more beside her, now much closer, "I'm sorry... goodnight everyone."

She turned around and walked out of the room, without even sparring him a glance.

He clenched his hands firmly. What the fuck had just happened?

He heard the others talking, too loudly for Feyre not to hear them, and he wanted to tell them to be quiet, get up and go to her. She certainly wouldn't let him into her room to comfort her at such an unusual hour. It could have got her into trouble.

That last thought made him even angrier.

Tamlin.

It was inevitably his fault.

Feyre had no one else but him.

Amren appeared equally angered when she said, "Can someone explain what the heck just happened and why no one is going to see how she's doing?"

Rhysand found himself in the hallway before Amren had even finished the sentence. He remembered to knock before he opened the door and when the answer didn't come immediately, he brought a hand to his face, rubbed his eyes and tried to polish his thoughts somewhat.

He knocked a second time, louder, and murmured against the wood, "Darling-"

The door opened wide, causing him to stagger forward and forcing the girl to move aside. Shit, he was too drunk. He looked up once he found some composure, finding Feyre with her arms crossed, "Don't call me that." she pointed to the corridor he had just come from, "And get out of my room."

Rhys sighed, "Feyre, please," he stepped towards her, one hand raised with the intention of touching her.

She drew back, her face impassive, "Please, what?" she asked him, hardening her jaw. He didn't answer and she pointed out again, "Get out."

He shook his head, going towards the door and closing it so that he could lean against it, "What happened?"

Feyre took a deep breath, "What are you doing?"

"I want to understand why you came home crying after a date with your boyfriend," he said harshly.

"I don't recall it ever being any of your business," she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning forward. Rhysand only realized at that moment how nicely she was dressed.

She had beautiful tight black pants that wrapped her legs perfectly and dark green heels, matched with a blouse of the same color that didn't do justice at all to the shapes he knew hid under it.

He snapped his eyes shut, "I just want to know if you're okay."

Feyre scoffed, "I'm fine," she replied immediately, then looked him in the eye and hers were glossy again, "Now please, get out."

He shook his head, "No," he came closer and she pulled her legs up, settling in the middle of the bed, "You're not fine and I want to know why." She looked over his shoulder, "It's Tamlin, isn't it?"

The sudden burst of anger made Rhysand jerk, "I told you to get out of my room!" cried Feyre, standing on the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible. "You have to get out!"

"I will not leave this room," he whispered, his gaze determined as he tried to suppress his hatred for anyone who had made her suffer in that way, "because you are not safe and I am worried about you," he said, trying to calm her down.

It seemed to have the opposite result on the girl in front of him, "It's all temporary, Rhysand." she laughed, despite her tear-filled eyes, "This will end too. We just had a fight."

He didn't answer, relieved that she was starting to talk about what happened that night.

Then, all of a sudden, she grew even sadder, "Why do you worry?"

Rhysand frowned, "Because I'm your friend. And I don't want you to suffer."

"That's bullshit." she hissed, "Everything is temporary." she repeated her and he shook his head, disbelief lining his features, "This too." she pointed her chest before pointing at him.

"Stop it."

"Our friendship." she said that word with a grimace across her face, almost as if even just the idea disgusted her, "Everything is temporary." She wouldn't stop saying those words and he wondered if she had had a drink before getting home. "This. This was merely one of those things."

"That's not true." he snapped.

He wanted to agree with her, but imagined that they both me and you mean two completely opposite things. He could hear the blood rumbling in his ears.

Feyre laughed, she really laughed. "Yes, Rhysand!" she shouted, "We are not friends, you and I."

"I'm with Tamlin." she whispered and a tear slipped down her cheek, "I'm with him and you're no one to me." he recoiled at those words, as if she had physically hit him.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, swallowing, "If you'd let me-".

"I don't have to let you do anything!" she cried, "I don't need your help or anyone else's! I am fine on my own!" her voice grew louder with every word.

Rhysand pushed himself forward until he touched the mattress with his knees, "Clearly that's not the case!" he yelled in turn, "You need help and I'm here! I'm offering you-"

She interrupted him, going around the room and putting her hands against his chest, "Get out! Leave!" she pushed him against the door, and when he heard someone walking in the corridor, he looked at Feyre, who was now crying. He nodded his head once and then walked out of the room, crashing into Azriel and storming out of the apartment.

He heard Feyre swearing and screaming and he slammed the door behind him. He was coming down the stairs furiously when he heard it open again and sped up the pace, not wanting to see who it was.

As soon as he was out in the fresh air, he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the cigarette packet.

He was not a heavy smoker, but sometimes the school and the children overwhelmed him and he had to find a way to relax. One cigarette a week seemed to do it for him.

He breathed in full lungs and held the smoke in for a few seconds, turning around when he heard the front door of the building close.

Azriel was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.

He offered him the package and his brother shook his head, frowning, "No, thank you." he murmured, "And you shouldn't smoke either."

Rhysand chuckled, "Feyre just told me we're not friends." he looked like a little kid, "She just told me I'm nobody to her." he whispered, looking down the street.

He could feel Azriel's gaze on his skin.

"Did you find out what happened?" he asked him, making a little cloud with his breath.

He felt guilty for forcing the other one to follow him outside, in this freezing cold.

He shook his head, taking another puff, "Nothing," he answered, then passed his hand over his face. "I shouldn't have gone into her room," he sighed, "I shouldn't have invaded her space like that."

Azriel put his hand on his shoulder, "You did nothing wrong, Rhys."

"How can you say that when all I did tonight was make things worse?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"Because Feyre needs someone to make her understand that this is no life." he saw it in Azriel's eyes that even his brother wanted to take the car and go to the asshole's house to make him pay for every wrong he had done to Feyre.

He said nothing, still too tipsy to face this conversation without going crazy.

"He's a piece of shit and he doesn't deserve her," murmured Rhys.

Azriel smirked, "That's what Elain said."

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[madame-brioche]

CAMP TOCCOA SERIES HEADCANON

Part 1: Meet the Counselors 🦋

Winters — The Nutritional Counselor:

-teaches math during the off-season

-affectionately calls his campers "little chicken nuggets"

-gets up at 5 in the morning for a quiet hike

-makes sure you take your required medication and vitamins and use your inhaler, whatever you need

-goes around to let everyone know it's time for light's out

-will comfort campers with ice cream if they're feeling homesick

-secretly planning a fun last day of camp prank with Counselor Nixon

-lots of pastels in his uniform

-rescues injured birds and squirrels, and nurses them back to health

-knows every camper's name, hobbies, favorite color, allergies

-pinkie promises on everything

-makes the best ice tea and coffee in the cafeteria

-“I love all of you equally”

Nixon — The Chaotic Functional Counselor

-used to pull legendary pranks before becoming a head counselor but now just does mostly paperwork

-tells nightmare-fuel scary stories and then abruptly says "well goodnight" afterwards & leaves

-carries a secret flask and gets wasted at the campfire

-hungover af at breakfast the next morning

-pets every dog he comes across, and even lets his campers sneak one into the bunks to keep

-wears baggy shorts, a baseball cap backwards and rocks sunglasses indoors

-gets hyped for taco Tuesday's in the cafeteria

-hosts wine Wednesday's in the counselors' lounge

-takes spiders outside rather than killing them

-oddly competitive during icebreaker games

-talks shit about other counselors to his campers

-“can I get a double shot americano with bourbon?”

Lipton — The Mom Counselor

-ray of fucking sunshine

-keeps in touch with his campers after they leave

-has been working there for an insanely long time

-arts and crafts leader, orchestrating friendship bracelet making

-gets along with all the other counselors, never has beef with anyone

-gives the best advice, even if you don't want to hear it

-the best bear hugs omfg just makes you feel so safe and protected

-smells like campfire and s'mores

-literally made out of happiness and gummy worms

-surprises everyone with a pajama pizza party

-makes sure you're staying hydrated and getting enough sleep, applying sunscreen/bug spray, and having a good time

-come to him with any injuries, aches, or pains

-“What do you mean you’re not having fun?”

Speirs — The Varsity Wilderness Survival Counselor

-how did this guy get to be a counselor?

-hides contraband in a shallow hole by the obstacle course

-breaks all the rules but upholds them for his campers

-will come in and scare the living shit out of you if you don't listen to Counselor Winters' lights out warning

-only one who hits Counselor Sobel with a water balloon

-gets up at 4am to lift and run around the campgrounds

-only wears tank tops, even in the cold

-will test his campers by leaving them in the woods at night and expect them to find their way back

-maybe sheds one tear on the last day, maybe

-really high stakes trust exercises

-will suck the venom out of a snake bite to save your life

-moves through the forest without making a sound

-“I will throw you to the mountain lions”

Welsh — The Hip Counselor

-plays Wonderwall on his acoustic guitar during campfire performances

-hasn't showered in a week and it's noticeable

-grows a goatee and runs around barefoot

-is banned from helping out in the kitchen

-will set up your tent for you in exchange for drugs

-reigning tie-dye shirt making champ

-recycling king™️

-makes sure there's vegetarian options in the cafeteria

-smells like mother nature's armpit

-wears a bandana around his head

-can be found avoiding duties and playing ultimate frisbee with his campers

-“tbh, I’ve had five existential crises since we’ve been here!”

Compton — The Cool Friend Counselor

-wears a different flannel everyday

-calls you out for your bullshit during cabin meetings

-gives the best pep talks before games of capture the flag

-somehow manages to read 4+ books over the course of camp

-knows how to sew/patch up clothes

-leads most of the cheers and rallying songs

-hangs out with campers instead of other counselors in his free time

-always down for darts, archery, swimming, sailing, kayaking, you name it

-overshares personal life details during campfire sharing time

-will totally help you TP Counselor Sobel’s cabin

-once ate a bee on a dare

-“guys, I’m not mad but who put weed killer in my shampoo?”

Martin — The Don’t F With Me Counselor

-resting bitch face during camp cheers

-aggressively salutes the flag during morning assembly

-inexplicably good at memorizing everyone’s name on the first day

-openly drinks gin and tonic in the cafeteria

-the reason a few campers wanted to go home

-somehow ends up being one of your favorite counselors by the last day

-is not subtle about playing favorites

-cooks most of the food for the camp and will be insulted if you don’t eat what’s on your plate

-can do that loud whistle with his fingers to get everyone’s attention

-low key freaks out if one of his campers is missing and will not rest until they’re found

-mood can go from 0 to 100 over the pettiest things

-“Yeah I’m gonna need you to kindly pipe the fuck down with the crazy glue for the rest of craft time”

Randleman — The Boy Scout Counselor

-wears a lot of camo at all times

-scary good at poker

-smokes on the premises even though it’s forbidden

-talks fast and direct, commands your attention

-makes a mean s’more and prefers the marshmallow to be burnt

-will let his campers get away with the most shenanigans so long as it’s not hurting anyone

-actually cries the last day of camp

-kickball and flag football champion

-has wrestled a grizzly bear and won

-collects pocket knives and random critters

-bff’s with Counselor Martin and sometimes takes charge of Martin’s campers and vice versa

-has never gotten bit by a mosquito

-snores loudly and will sleep through anything

-has been granted camp counselor tenure because he’s been there so dang long

-“y’all wanna go sink a canoe?”

Peacock — The Cute But Clueless Counselor

-wears a lot of band t-shirts merch

-has song lyrics tattooed on various body parts

-rocks an intentional mullet

-constantly getting lost when leading hikes but great at improvising

-has a tan even if the sun hasn’t been out

-blood smells like cologne

-instructs canoeing and determines whether you pass the swim test or not

-has a way with animals and manages the small camp petting zoo

-got six stitches last year from doing a flip off the dock

-gets scared from the scary stories Counselor Nixon tells

-“la la la la if I can’t hear the ghosts they can’t hurt me”

Dike — The Absentee Counselor

-says “oof” after any minor inconvenience

-oversleeps and misses morning assembly

-a camper may die on his watch, you never know

-gives sub par motivational speeches

-tries to comfort homesick campers but ends up crying himself

-has a fear of swimming without water wings

-might get mauled by a bear later

-given up on learning his campers’ names

-calls other counselors for help

-has one facial expression at all times

-spits when he talks

-constantly stressed during outdoor camping

-passive aggressiveness af during cabin meetings

-sleeps with a night light

-“wait am I responsible for all of you?”

Sobel — The Narc Counselor

-literally no one likes him

-mission is to make sure everyone follows his rules

-carries around a bullhorn and a backup whistle

-failed the swim test

-says “fight me” but would get his ass kicked

-misspells everything

-will give you latrine duty if you leave your bunk bed unmade or the dishes aren’t in alphabetical order

-doesn’t participate in campfire games or sing alongs

-got left behind on a trail for 9 hours once

-confiscates any and all contraband camp items including non regulated shoes

-likes noodles with ketchup

-perpetual disappointed glare

-has a cold like once a week

-only allows one s’more per camper

-“and you will know my name is the lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee, now put this can of peaches back where it belongs!”

Stay tuned for Part 2: The Campers

[sophielovesbarnes]

Let Us Live Like Flowers, Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Some angst, fluff, adoption, violence and alcoholism.

Author note: I am so so so so so sorry for the delay, I had been working on my thesis and my graduation and everything has been a mess, buuut here it is, I hope you like it.

Nat’s and Y/N’s foster parents are based in Elizabeth and Peter Burke from White Collar.

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Chapter 1

September, 1990; Brooklyn, NY.

“Why can’t I go with you?” You pout jumping into your sister’s bed, holding onto the white stuffed bunny your foster parents gave you the day they officially adopted you when you were three; tomorrow will be your first day in an actual school, and to be honest your nerves are getting the best of you, this will be a completely new experience and without your sister by your side, you are not sure you will make it.

“Because I am older than you, I’m going to third grade and you are going to first.” She replies simply.

“But I wanna go with you Nat, I don't know anyone in this school.”

“I know you are worried solnyshko but you will make friends, and we will still be together during recess and when we come back we’ll go together to the swings.” Nat sits by your side and holds your hand. “School is fun, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky finger, Nat mirrors your action and locks her finger with yours.

“Pinky promise.”

Out of the sudden Nat’s bedroom door opens making both of you jump in the bed.

“I thought I told you two to go to sleep one hour ago.” Your foster mother is standing on the threshold looking at you with one eyebrow raised, Nat and you share a look and start giggling nervously. “Come on Y/N, is time to go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow and you have to be well rested.”

Your mother extends an arm indicating you to join her, you jump down from Nat’s bed, put in you blue bunny slippers and drag your feet towards your mother, when you get to her she kisses your forehead and hugs you.

“Can we have five more minutes?”

“No bunny, it’s already past your bedtime and you both have to wake up early tomorrow.” She holds your hand and smiles at both you and your sister.“I’ll be back to tuck you in, I want pjs on and teeth brushed, deal?”

“Yes El- mom.” Natasha gives you a small smile and sighs. “Good night Y/N.”

“Night Nat.” You return her smile and follow your mom down the hall, when you reach your bedroom the door is open, the walls are painted on a soft pink and the bed is abandoned, all the blankets and stuffed animals are crumbled on a corner.

Elizabeth smiles at you, and strokes your hair with love.

This is the best foster home you have been in, Elizabeth and Peter are warm and caring, and they sincerely care about you and Nat; who came in only a few months before you.

She tucks you in the bed and places your bunny on your hands.

“Are you nervous?” She asks, sitting by your side in the bed, you just answer with a simple nod. “Because I was.”

“You where?” It’s a little surprising, you’ve always thought of her like the kind of person that never gets affected by anything, she is always happy.

“Oh yes.” She answers and tucks is a loose strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a reassuring smile. “I was terrified, but you know what?”

You nod with your head and she keeps talking.

“I had no reason to be, you see, it sounds a bit scary but it’s actually really nice; besides you have an advantage that I didn’t have.”

“What?”

“You have your sister, and she is going to be with you, you will never be alone, and I assure you that all the kids in your classroom will be nervous, it’s a new experience but I am sure you will be alright.”

“Okay.”

She gives you the last goodnight and leaves, leaving the door closed and the lights turned off behind her.

You wait until the hall lights are off and there is no more noise or movement that could indicate that your parents are still awake and you bolt out of your room; bunny in one hand, blanket in the other; praying to not be eaten by anything that could be lurking in the darkness, when you open Nat’s door she is covered with her blankets up to the ears, you can barely see her fiery red hair, and her steady breath makes you think that she may already be asleep.

After closing the door, you tiptoe to her bed and crawl into it.

“Nat, Nat.” You whisper, shaking your sister’s shoulder softly trying to wake her up.

She stirs slowly and with a smile she lifts the blankets, making space for you next to her.

“Sweet dreams solnyshko.”

You fall asleep right after.

***

“I am going to be here to pick you right after school, okay?” You nod as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, Nat takes your hand and gives you a reassuring smile. “You are going to have a great time I promise.”

She kisses your cheek and then Nat’s.

“Bye girls, I love you.”

You both wave goodbyes, and then your sister leads you into the school.

“Come on, y/n, lets go.”

She leaves you in your classroom with the promise that she will see you at recess.

The classroom is colorful and every single inch is decorated, there are only a couple kids on their desk, the one that wins your attention is the skinny blonde one that shifts nervously on his place.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You say shyly.

“Steve.” He answers with a soft smile on his lips.

That simple interaction marks the beginning of a friendship that would last for a lifetime.

School proves to be better than expected, your teacher is a nice woman that sings and plays, and makes everyone feel confident.

At recess, as promised, Nat picks you up at your classroom and it turns out that Steve was the best friend of one of hers, a nice boy with soft blue eyes and a warm smile.

After the day finishes Elle picks you up, and Nat takes you to the swings.

“I bet I can get higher than you.” You challenge her.

“No way.”

After an afternoon of laughs you both end laughing on the grass.

“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you promise we will always be together?”

“I promise.”

***

June 2019; Manhattan, NY.

There’s a closed bottle of vodka in front of her and she fiddles with her AA chip.

It’s been an hour since she hung up the phone.

There’s a body.

With your clothes.

And your hair.

And the missing poster she made.

The missing poster where she used a picture of the last birthday she spent with you.

The picture where you used your favorite yellow dress, and you had that bright smile so characteristic of yours.

The picture she keeps on her nightstand, and lights up a candle to every night.

She should open the bottle.

One sip won’t hurt.

It would numb the pain.

One sip.

Just one sip and everything would go away.

It’s the chip, the stupid chip and your stupid smile she will never fucking see again.

Someone took you, and destroyed you.

Someone killed his baby sister.

Someone let her have hope for years.

Someone left her alone.

She should get to drink every single bottle in a liquor store.

The knock on the door stops her, she doesn’t want to open, she’s not in the mood to see anyone, they can go to hell.

The knock doesn’t stop and a thought hits her.

Bucky.

She runs to the door and he is there, eyes bloodshot red and every single part of him is shaking.

His legs give in and she catches him before he hit the floor.

They took you from them, and the pain will last forever.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it, if you want to be tagged dm me or leave a comment, have a lovely day 💕

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Chapter 3

[simplysdmn]

It Wasn’t Just Sex -Simon

 Anonymous said to simplysdmn: Could you do a Simon imagine where you are a youtuber and during one of your videos you say something that upsets/angers him?

A/N: Just want to say that I don’t actually think that ALL of these guys actually only want sex (I do have my opinions on some of them) but I do hope you like it nonetheless!

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Y/N’s POV

“Ok, I hope everyone can see and hear this!” I started my youtube livestream. I read the comments making sure that everything was working.

“Alright, so today we’re just going to talk about Youtube friendship and whatnot. I’m out today so I’m going for a kind of dark but glittery look.” I started going through the products I was using for the livestream.

I began priming my face and started talking about starting Youtube. 

“So, a lot of people have been asking me what’s it’s like to have Youtuber friends.” My best friend was in the background and I saw her sit up.

“In my opinion, having Youtube friends sucks!” She yelled in the background, making a lot of agree in the comments.

“Ok so, Y/F/N thinks having Youtube friends is bad,” I laughed. “I think it’s not not that bad. I mean I’ve loads of them but some of them in particular aren’t nice.”

“You can say that again!” We both laughed.

“Ok, so speaking from my experience, I’ve met a lot of Youtubers and most of them were nice hence why I’m friends with Y/F/N but some of them were dickheads. More or less some of the guys.” Y/F/N nodded frantically in the background while scrolling through her phone.

“Oh and by the way I’m using my Ride or Die palette by Violet Voss but anyway a lot of the guys I’ve met were dicks. A lot of them just wanted sex which sucks because I really wanted to make friends but you know how some guys are.”

“All these dudes want is sex and all you want is a friend but guys are just pricks.”

“Exactly, now I know some of you guys are going to want to names but I’d rather not start any drama but anyway I’m going to talk about one guy.” I started explaining one guy I had met at Youtuber’s event during the summer that only really wanted me for sex.

I met Simon at the bar and he started talking to me and at first I thought it was platonic but I did think he was cute. I ended up getting his number and we talked for a bit more and I can’t lie and say I didn’t catch feelings because I did. 

I met a lot more of his friends and talked a bit more to his friend Calfreezy and he told me he was looking for a sexual relationship which kind of baffled me because he seemed like a nice guy and I really wasn’t expecting that from him. So I confronted him and we cut ties. We’d talk from time to time if we came across in London or at events but other than that we cut all ties.

It hurt because it showed me what a lot of these guys thought they could do with a couple million of followers and subscribers. So I steered away from dating guys from social media guys.

“Ok guys! If you do have your speculations I don’t want you attacking them because it’s not right and I don’t want you guys to be mean. But this is my finished look I hope you liked it! I’ll see you guys next time!” I blew a kiss to the camera and ended the livestream. 

“Well, that was one hell of a live stream!” My friend said and we both laughed. We got dressed to leave to the dinner we were going to and joined the rest of our friends.

I arrived home around 11, washed off my makeup and changed into more comfortable clothes. I unlocked my phone and replied to people on Twitter and scrolled through other social media apps.

I then decided to check my messages, I answered a few of my friends to make sure I had gotten home safely and to send over a few of the pictures we had taken together. Once I was done with that I saw that Simon had texted me. I was kind of taken aback because I didn’t even he still had my number, I mean I still had his number. 

The text message wrote ‘Hey, it’s Simon. I know it's kind of late but could you call me?’ I sighed. I then wondered why he must of called me about and then I remembered the livestream. I was thinking about what he has to say but I snapped out of my thoughts I realised that I had read his message and I didn’t want to seem rude about leaving him on read for too long.

I called him and waited for him to pick up.

“Hi Y/N?” Once he answered my slightly tensed shoulders let loose at the sound of his voice. I just realised until now that I missed his voice. I cleared my throat and proceeded to talk.

“Yeah, hey.”

“Hey. How have you been? It’s been quite a while,” he chuckled making me laugh softly.

“I’m good actually. What about yourself?”

“Uh, I think I’ve been better. I’m quite upset if I’m being honest .”

“Oh? Can I ask why?”

“Well, why would I ask you to call me at midnight on a Saturday, transitioning into Sunday, night?” I laughed.

“I won’t be able to know if you won’t tell me.”

“So I watched your live stream.” I sighed, it was about time he talked about it.

“Yeah, figured. Just to let you know, I’m not sorry about what I said.”

“Understandable, I just want to know why you’d make me out to be such a bad person when I told you how I really felt.”

“Because Simon, I couldn’t trust anything that had ever come out of your mouth. I let my guard down and I really wasn’t able to make myself look like a fool in front of you so I had to move on.”

“So you wouldn’t trust what I said but you’d trust what Cal said. I don’t know what Cal thought I said but what I told him was I’d like to have sex with you but not right in that moment. We were only friends I couldn’t and wouldn’t have ruined our relationship. I’m not that type of guy and I never will be.”

“I guess I was wrong for trusting him but I didn’t know who to believe and I’ve talked to girls that hang out with you guys before and they say that all that you guys look for.”

“See! You’re using the wrong words here. These supposed girls said 'all that we guys look for is sex’. I’m not all the guys. I’m my own person. I’d like to think that I treat girls that I’m considering pursuing a relationship with, are well respected and well treated.”

“I don’t know Simon. I just didn’t want to look stupid with someone that doesn’t actually care.”

“Well, I did care and I do care.” He sighed. We fell into an awkward silence. I played with my nails and waited for him to say something.

“Y/N, it wasn’t just sex, I actually liked you. You were and still are so much more than amazing body. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked, the way you got excited about the smallest things, it was everything about you. I fell for you and it just makes me mad that you thought I really wanted you for sex. I wanted to go further in our relationship but trusted the next guy for some reason I’ll never understand. I really had something for you, like I dont know how to explain it but it was like some sort or spark with you and it was just ripped into shreds.” I sat up, my jaw hit the floor. I never had any thoughts that I left him heartbroken.

“Simon, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, you had every right to say that. God, Simon, I’m so sorry. I never thought about you in this. I was so fucking selfish and only thought about me.” I felt so embarrassed. I really never put his feelings into consideration. I put myself first never really thinking if I ever hurt him and it just came back to me and it hit my like a truck.

“Why don’t we talk in person and figure it out together?”

“I’d love that Simon.” We arranged a time and place and then said our goodnights.

He pulled out my chair for me and I sat down, thanking him also. He had taken me to a semi formal restaurant. We had a bit of small talk at the beginning. We fell into a comfortable silence once the food had arrived. 

“Y/N, I know this might make things weird but I really want to fix things and just start brand new.” He spoke up after taking a sip of his drink.

“I agree. I’m really sorry for never taking your feelings into consideration. I was selfish. I never should’ve trusted Cal. I really do apologise from the bottom of my heart.” I looked up at him for any signs for forgiveness.

“It’s ok, I forgive you but from now on you must promise that you’ll tell me if you have any speculations or if you feel something odd and we both have absolutely truthful and honest to each other.” He stuck out his pinkie finger and I attached mine to his.

“I promise.” I smiled at him making him smile back and he looked extremely content.

“Here’s to a fresh start.” He held up his glass and I clinked my against his.

“I second that.”

[tenscupcake]

electrostatic potential (22/?)

ten/rose. rated adult this ch. look at me, sticking to my biweekly schedule! i inadvertently switched to fridays, but I'm okay with that. as always thanks to @aroseofstone​ and @goingtothetardis​ for the superb betas. but i changed a lot after they were done, so still blame me for errors. summary: as the doctor and rose traverse time and space looking for adventure, they slowly fall victim to a mysterious energy that can manipulate their emotions. though confused and unnerved by the cerebral affliction, neither of them understands its cause, or realizes that it could jeopardize their friendship. what will it take for them to discover the truth? this chapter on ao3 | back to chapter 1 on ao3

For a substantial period of scientific history, electricity and magnetism were thought to be separate forces. It wasn’t until well into the first Gallifreyan empire (and, if his memory serves, 1820 on Earth) that it was discovered they are, in fact, inextricably tied to one another. Electromagnetism, it was later named. But it isn’t until right now, in the Kaelondaian year 2981, about 21:00 local time, that this unity has been so unequivocally clear in the Doctor’s mind. As the electrical storm raging Rose’s mind draws him to her like flecks of iron to a magnet.

The entire nervous system is, after all, an intricate network of wires to carry electrical impulses. It’s no coincidence that neurons themselves resemble electrical phenomena; their dendrites and axon terminals branching out to their neighbors the same way lightning bolts branch against the night sky before striking the earth. He can feel it, the static in the air between them, confirming every one of Rose’s synapses is a live wire, waiting to transfer signals to and from his own.

Her soft, pink lips are parted just slightly, a cautious invitation. Her pupils are blown wide, excited for what he might do but anxious he might reject her again.

Well, he mustn’t do that.

Before he can give himself a reason to run, he closes the short distance between them and seals his mouth over hers. It has none of the urgency he would like it to have, but all the electricity. A gently humming current that brings light and energy to once-dormant parts of his mind. After reliving the memories they just have, and with how long it’s been since they last kissed – a whole twenty-four hours, nearly – it’s already heaven. Really. There’s no place in all the celestial bodies where he feels more welcomed and cherished than in her kiss. Her fist tightens on his shirt and her breath hitches, but he isn’t sure if it’s from surprise or restraint, or some combination of both.

There’s suddenly a pleasant tingle on his lips, his mind feeling emboldened to activate their connection through their mouths, though it’s not nearly strong enough yet for such a thing. His fingers twitch with the urge to reach for her temple and open it again, to forget about pacing himself and give in completely. But Rose hasn’t moved, or reciprocated in any substantial way, so he pulls away, truncating this first kiss before it can escalate.

Is she simply uncertain of his intentions – if this is a kiss goodnight or the prelude to something more?

Is he certain?

They may not have forever, as she keeps promising, but they will have plenty of time to make love his way. And it would be such a relief to finally let this happen. Holding himself at arm’s length is like holding back one powerful magnet from another – it requires constant determination to keep them from touching, and it’s exhausting. All he has to do is let go for a moment and the struggle would be over. It would no longer be something he had to worry about, or another thing on the checklist of ways he’s disappointed Rose. And even without a proper, deep connection, their remote one is active enough that they’ll be able to share some fraction of pleasure with each other. If nothing else, the satisfaction Rose will get from it will be quite enjoyable in itself. But he is also fairly confident Rose will do everything in her power to ensure he is satisfied, too. He stifles a shiver at the thought, not wanting to give himself away.

Whatever happens for the remainder of their stay on this potentially-Bad-Wolf-haunted island or anywhere else, in this moment he doesn’t want to run from the temptation anymore. He wants to do this. More than anything, he wants to put an end to his streak of selfish decisions and make tonight about her.

Meeting her hungry gaze again, he tries to wordlessly communicate that it’s her night, and she only needs to show him what to do. He lets his nose brush against hers, tilts his head, waiting for her to accept his offer. She does quickly, pulling from behind his neck until their lips meet again. Melting into her, he surrenders the reins, letting her decide what kind of kiss she wants this to be. It’s gentle and slow, at first, like she’s testing how long he’ll allow the overtly sensual contact. Tempering her obvious exhilaration that he’s considering this at all, for fear he may change his mind. But he doesn’t make any indications he’s about to stop her, returning every brush of her lips with one of his own, matching her tender curiosity.

With his unblemished track record for tempting and leaving, he thinks perhaps she needs a more tangible signal from him. Carefully, he curls one finger around the hem of her shirt, rolling it up her stomach until his thumb brushes over the newly exposed skin. The light circles he traces over her stomach and hipbone elicit a rash of gooseflesh under his hand.

This unspoken whisper of consent and willingness spurs her into action. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she sighs into his mouth as she deepens the kiss a little more, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip, tasting it with her tongue. She devotes her entire being to this moment. Pulls herself closer and closer to him, never satisfied, as though she’d like to climb inside his very soul.

Intent to match every move with one of his own (so it can never be said they didn’t both initiate this), his hand slips under the front of her flimsy top, feeling her racing heart beneath her heated skin. Encouraged by her passion, he traces his hand higher until his fingers graze over her ribs. He pauses for a moment, giving her a chance to stop him, but she hardly seems to notice, rapt as she is by his lips. He climbs higher inch by careful inch, waiting to feel the fabric of a bra, but it never comes. (He knew it.) His pinky grazes the underside of her breast, and he molds his hand around the swell of smooth skin, grazes her nipple with the pad of his thumb.

With a sharp gasp, Rose breaks the kiss, and a crackling bolt of arousal flashes through their every point of contact, sizzles through his veins. His own desire sparked by her excitement, he groans a little against her cheek as his length twitches in his shorts. Eager to produce another sound like that from her lips, he rolls her nipple beneath his thumb.

She arches into his touch, and her jaw drops open but the sound is caught in her throat. Frustrated with the fabric constraining his hand, he reaches down to roll it up high enough that the full expanse of her chest is revealed to him. He holds the garment bunched up at her collarbone, and slides down the bed just slightly so he can angle his head down to her breast, replacing his thumb with his mouth. Teeth latch onto her skin with gentle suction as his tongue swirls the sensitive tip.

There it is. Rose whispers a string of unintelligible syllables, and pride swells up in his chest. He pulls back with a barely contained grin on his lips.

“This okay?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” she nods, breathless. He returns to his task with renewed enthusiasm, delighted at how easy it is to please her this way. Burying her fingers in his hair, she holds him fast, pleading. “Long as you don’t stop.”

Another intense wave of arousal washes over him.

But, increasingly irritated with the rumpled up shirt that keeps getting in his way, he pulls back again, with a displeased whimper from Rose.

“Can we take this off?” he murmurs, pulling up on the shirt.

She nods as she lifts off the bed momentarily to lift it over her head single-handedly and toss it to the floor.

No intentions of teasing her, he dips his head to give due attention to her other breast. circling his tongue in ancient symbols before closing his lips around the hardening bud and sucking it gently into his mouth.

With only a few moments of this, another shockwave of lust rattles through him. Beautifully tinted with affection though it is, Rose’s mind is more powerful than she realizes. The Doctor’s head is swimming in the pool of their combined arousal. All the many compartments of his highly developed brain converge on a singular thought, a singular mission: to satisfy her. Whatever it takes. It’d be great to satisfy himself, too, of course, but all that matters is her pleasure. Whether it’s his hands, his lips, or his now throbbing member that bring her to a climax, the point she should never have to do it herself again.

Anxious to move closer to that goal, he hooks a few fingers around the waistband of her sweats, and she recoils slightly. Is it once more out of shock? Releasing her breast and the fabric gently, he looks up at her, cautious.

“All right?” His voice is hardly audible as he traces a finger over her hipbone.

She nods her head, any audible response stuck in her throat.

Ensuring he takes both the sweats and knickers with it, he slides his hand down the outside of her thigh. She lifts her bum off the bed and pushes down the opposite side with her hand, and once he gets them both bunched around her ankles she kicks them off with her feet.

He has to pause a moment at the sight beneath him. An endless expanse of fair skin waiting to be kissed, flushed with bright pink on her cheeks and chest. Taut rosy nipples on deliciously plump breasts. The soft curvature of her hips and stomach. Short, dark hairs tucked between smooth, toned legs, enticing him to discover what they conceal.

Watching him ogle her exposed form, Rose crosses her arm over her chest and brings her knees up closer to her body, striving for some concealment from his gaze. Troubled that she feels the need, he leans down close to kiss her, tender and sweet, as a means of giving her a little of the privacy she seems to want. Both their eyes closed, she relaxes a little. Her legs flatten back out on the bed and her tense jaw relaxes. Subtly, carefully, he closes his hand around her arm and pulls it away from her body, and she circles it around his back along with the other.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers as he gently releases he lips. She lets out a breathy chuckle, like she doesn’t believe him. He lifts up on his elbow a little more and glances down, still drinking in the sight that he tried to imagine (and failed, he can see now) for so long. Even his superior Time Lord imagination isn’t good enough to have fantasized something so perfect, and it’s having even more trouble trying to imagine what will come next. Touching every one of the soft curves. Tracing their shape with his fingers and lips. Some of them cushioning his weight as he moves inside her.

Again, she squirms beneath him, and it raises a red flag in his mind.

“Do you not want me to see you?” he asks, suddenly worried he’s rushed her into crossing a line she wasn’t ready to cross.

“It’s just…” She fidgets a little more. “It would help if you didn’t still have all your clothes on.”

“Fair point.” He pulls back on his knees and gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, dutifully staring up at the wall rather than down at her body, tempting though it is. At least until he is in a comparable state of nakedness. He internally mourns the fact that Rose still has this level of insecurity about her body image. She has gained quite a bit of confidence since she started traveling with him, but he didn’t know deep down she still struggled with self-acceptance. He hasn’t done a good enough job reminding her how stunning she is.

“Are we really gonna do this?” she asks, the words a bit broken on her lips as they tremble slightly.

His hands still on his shirt immediately.

“Do you not want to?” he asks quietly, hearts in his throat.

“I do, I do,” she assures him, placing a hand on his forearm. “It’s just… I didn’t expect… I’m…” she swallows hard.

She’s nervous. It’s new, and faint, but it’s definitely there. Trembling within their link.

“We don’t have to do it tonight,” he echoes her reassurance to him from earlier in the evening as he abandons the task of taking off his shirt to lie down next to her. Rose doesn’t respond, but chews on her lip, lost in thought. He stares down at the bit of white sheet between them. “I mean, it certainly felt like you wanted to, but…” He sounds exactly like the scared newborn he was when he asked Rose if she wanted to leave right after he regenerated. Similarly, if she turns him down now, he doesn’t know how he’ll ever recover.

Rather than answer with words, she surges forward, taking his face in her hands and crushing her lips to his. A passionate kiss that leaves him lightheaded. Her hands drift down to his shirt to finish unlatching the buttons, and he wrestles himself free of the sleeves until it gets lost in the sheets somewhere.

“You sure?” he rushes out when she releases him.

She nods. “I just haven’t prepared for this, really. Guess I’m a bit nervous.” She chuckles humorlessly, the blush on her cheeks darkening. “An’ I sorta can’t believe you haven’t changed your mind and bolted, yet. It doesn’t feel real.”

Ah. He supposes that makes sense; he changes his mind and bolts in matters of their relationship fairly often.

“It’s real, Rose,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to her neck, nibbling the skin lightly and soothing it with his tongue. He lingers in a few different spots in his search for one she really likes, and knows he’s found one just beneath her hairline when she sighs his name.

It lights a fire of urgency inside him, hearing his name like that, and his hand finds its way to her breast again, tip of his thumb teasing around her areola. It achieves precisely the outcome he hoped: his name on her lips again as her hips thrust up into the air, searching. No will in him to deny her anything, he panders to her desire, trailing his hand down her abdomen until his fingers are buried in the short hairs between her thighs. A single digit dips in between her folds and she cries out, another gorgeous sound he tries to preserve in his memory. Her fingernails scratch between his shoulder blades; he groans at how slick she is already. His hearts pound at the mere suggestion of being sheathed in this slippery heat.

Burying his face in her neck, he explores her folds with slow strokes for a few moments, using Rose’s vocal signals to guide him to the right spot. Shifting a hand up behind his head, she yanks him up by the hair for a ravenous kiss as he teases her clit a few times, light touches every few seconds. Tingling remnants of her pleasure zing through to him, amplifying the throbbing sensation in his aching length, and he presses down just a little harder, seeking his own release now in addition to hers.

But suddenly, Rose’s hand reaches down to his shorts and she struggles to try to edge them down over his bum. Entirely unsuccessful, she breaks them out of the kiss, panting.

“I want to come with you,” she explains, tugging on the shorts again.

“Think that may happen either way,” he grits out, summoning all his self-control to stop his ministrations. Human arousal is so incredibly potent. This is even worse than in the TARDIS kitchen, that night when he… when Rose was…

Still determined to heed any and all of her wishes, he pulls away and makes use of both his hands to wriggle out of his shorts.

Before he can roll on top of her, Rose reaches out and wraps her hand around his length, tugging lightly on the skin. Eyelids drooping shut, he clenches a fistful of sheets in his hand with the explosion of pleasure it brings to finally be touched there. She tugs once more, twice, and his head spins with the intensity of it: her lust and his mingling in his mind, her soft, warm hand wrapped around him the way his most inappropriate fantasies had dreamed for years. Still, they never did the real thing justice.

Resting his hand on Rose’s bum and squeezing, hard, he gasps as Rose brushes her thumb over the tip. “I’m… ahh…” he warns vaguely. He doesn’t want to come without her, either, but he’s been rendered somewhat speechless by her touch.

When she heeds his warning and pulls her hand away, it takes him a moment to return to his senses. He opens his eyes to find her legs open, waiting for him, and he clambers quickly but carefully on top of her, his length hovering tantalizingly at the apex of her thighs. She pulls up her knees close to her body and he sinks lower, touching as much of her skin as he can. The dip of her bellybutton on his abdomen, the pebbled peaks of her breasts grazing his chest. Close enough to her face that he could kiss her, but he watches her instead – the anticipation that sparkles in her arousal-darkened eyes, the ‘o’ of surprise her mouth makes when his length presses against her slit.

He grinds against her a couple times, sharing in the soft noises she makes, before she spreads her knees a little wider and he slips between her folds. The warm wetness spreads over his length and she rocks her hips against him until the he rubs against her clit. She repeats the motion while he hovers motionless above her, and he thinks he might die right here, watching her use him to satisfy herself. The gleam of confidence in her eyes, the pleasure contorting her features. More and more, the Doctor is realizing just how badly Rose has wanted this.

He lifts off of her just slightly so he can guide his hand between them, and repositions the tip of his length at her entrance. Before he can even think of bracing himself, she pulls his bum forward and he slides inside easily, slowly stretching her to accommodate him until he is sheathed inside her completely. Warm and snug and deliciously wet.

Though most Time Lords vehemently insisted otherwise, physical relations can absolutely enrich a relationship. Maybe not as much as a mental connection, but stars. This is definitely enriching theirs already. Coupled this way, Rose holds his body with the same steadfast warmth as she does his mind. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, welcoming him as a part of herself. The contented sounds they make harmonize together. Their minds are only weakly connected now, conducting only the strongest signals, but physically they’re one. Two poles of a magnet snapping together, or opposing ions finally colliding to form a neutral pair – it feels like the strongest forces in the universe have brought them together this way.

He is hesitant to move, to remind either of them that they are separate entities. His mind craves to reignite their connection right now, complete the union, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm her. They’ve only tried it a handful of times yet, and this is their first intimate night together. Her brain might short circuit if he tries to push her too much with that onslaught of sensation, and she could pass out on him altogether. And he really, really doesn’t want that right now. It would spoil pretty much everything he has planned.

He kisses her instead, openly accepting the fresh waves of excitement and lust crashing over him from her. But she starts to wriggle her hips, searching for movement, so he retreats slowly and pushes back inside experimentally a few times, learning the right motion to keep as much of their bodies touching as possible. Her fingers twist in the short hair just above his neck; her legs squeeze him tighter. He angles his hips so he can rub against her clit with every push forward, and they find a rhythm together, a slow push and pull of hips as sweat begins to lubricate their skin. The smell of salt and sex permeates the air. Her gasped breaths and murmurs of praise are hot and messy against his shoulder.

The tension coiling in his groin is already almost unbearable, but he can hardly bear the thought that this will be over so soon. Before he can get caught up chasing a climax, he slows down, craning his neck to place kisses on her lips and forehead with each slow thrust to focus on lasting for her. But he’s already so far gone, patience becomes increasingly difficult. His cheek brushes against hers on every thrust as he bows his head into the pillow and tries not to shout. She makes matters worse by latching her lips onto the newly accessible skin on his neck, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine all the way to the tip of his cock.

“About to…” he warns, his voice breaking.

“Me too,” she sighs into crook of his neck with the most erotic, beautiful cry of his name yet.

And that’s it. The slow build of ecstatic pressure rushes to its outlet; he groans out her name in return as the tension pulses out of him to the time of her gorgeous, fluttering contractions around him. As he spills his pleasure, and she accepts this evidence of their encounter without complaint, he can’t help the surge of pride that consumes him.

But then the relaxing crash of feel-good bonding hormones floods through them, their effects synergistic through their weakly buzzing link. Relaxed and humbled, he kisses her again, soothing and grateful, as they catch their breath. Eventually his softening length slips out of her on its own, and he deftly feels around the sheets for his Oxford shirt to clean her up.

“Wow,” Rose breathes as they collapse side by side, limbs still intertwined.

“That was lovely,” he concurs, nodding. Still high from the orgasm, and the tingly pleasure of damp, overheated skin touching everywhere they can. “Really, really lovely,” he mumbles, nuzzling her neck.

They’re quiet for a while, too satisfied for proper conversation. They savor the intimate moment with soft touches and intermittent kisses while their systems recover.

“Do you…” Rose is the one to interrupt the silence, and his head snaps up to look at her. “Could we… is it possible to… what we did earlier, is it possible to do that during…?”

She trails off suggestively, hoping he understands.

Normally, he’d decline to answer. There’s already been so much new for them today, and he doesn’t want them to get ahead of themselves. And he certainly doesn’t want her to feel guilty for her impatience upon finding that there is, indeed, more to this. Or to feel that she’s missed out on something by being a physical-desire-driven human. But it’s very hard to resist a cautiously curious request from someone who’s just given you so much pleasure.

“Yeah,” he acknowledges, tracing circles on her arm with the tip of his finger.

“Oh? Then why didn’t…” she trails off again, gesturing down to their naked forms.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you on our first try,” he admits.

“Overwhelm me?” she raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“Oh, yeah,” he drawls out suggestively. “If you think I was good tonight, then I’d really make your toes curl then.”

“You seem awfully confident.” She giggles, but there’s a hesitance to it. Equal parts confused and pleased.

“It’s the way I learned. The way I prefer. Everything is stronger up here, for me.” He taps his temple.

“If you wanted… why didn’t you tell me?”

Yep, there it is: that guilty, missed-out feeling.

“No no no, don’t do that,” he rushes out. “It’s like I said: I didn’t want to move too fast. You’ve only just started practicing telepathy two days ago.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve waited if you’d just explained.”

Oh, blimey.

“Now you tell me…” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. Even when he thought he was making the right decision, being cognizant of her desires and communicating properly, he still didn’t get it quite right. Will he ever?

“I promise you, this was brilliant,” he adds.

But Rose doesn’t quite look convinced, and he can feel wisps of remorse from her mind.

It’s new to feel these lighter, more ephemeral emotions, and he dares to think their connection may be stronger now than it was mere minutes ago, before the clothes came off. It’s not implausible: it was quite a spectacular relationship-building exercise. He wonders if the strengthening effect will be temporary.

Catching himself following a tangent, he refocuses his attention on Rose. Brainstorms a plan to remedy her guilt.

Thinking on his feet, he places a couple fingers on her temples.

“May I?”

“’Course.” She nods, waiting.

As a quick way to assuage her fears (and give her a little something extra he reckons she’s more than earned), he drifts into her mind. Giving her only a few short moments to adjust to his presence, he replays in sharpest detail his memory of one particular moment: Rose clinging onto him for his last few thrusts before they finished together. He lets her share in every sense: the softness of her lips on his neck, the friction of damp skin, the slick heat wrapped around him, the way his voice cracks and goes hoarse as he topples over the edge. Every overstimulated nerve firing at once as the pleasure overtakes him and he spurts against her contracting walls.

Rose clutches onto his arms, gasping heavily, trembling next to him. As he predicted, her brain was sufficiently tricked that she physically climaxed again. He disconnects and pulls his hand away with an enormous grin on his face.

“Oh my God,” she rasps out, and thumps a hand over her heart while she catches her breath. “How did you do that?” she asks.

“Told you,” he tilts his head. He knows he’s being a bit arrogant, but he can’t help it. She makes him insane.

“Blimey.” She closes her eyes, limp and spent. “We’ve got to try that”

“All in good time,” he says, an ambiguous promise. “For now, I think you need rest.”

“Mmm,” she agrees, snuggling up close, resting her head on his shoulder.

The Doctor tilts his head down for one more chaste kiss goodnight, and pulls the blanket over them both. His fingers comb gently through her hair and swirl indecipherable phrases down her back, a silent lullaby to carry her down from the heights of pleasure. Before he has finished writing all the ways he adores her, she’s sound asleep. Arms burrowed against his chest, breathing slow and even against his collarbone. Her soft figure is sultry warm and quite lusciously nude against his.

Arm still wrapped snugly around her, he closes his eyes, content to get some rest, himself. This sex with a human thing is wonderfully exhausting. Fatigue has slowly set in to his muscles, leaving his limbs feeling strangely heavy. But at the same time, he also feels lighter than air, like he might float away if he doesn’t hang onto Rose tightly. And with the concoction of happy signaling molecules still bubbling through his system, there isn’t a negative thought to be found in his mind. All he can seem to think about is how perfect it feels to hold Rose in his arms, no barriers left between them. And how unthinkably brilliant it will be when they can combine their nascent telepathic and lovemaking skills into one glorious evening.