#Weren't expecting this when you asked me that were you?

[buniwrite]

HENLOO HELOO!! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

Happy Valentine’s Day single or not:333 if you don’t mind.. could u do headcanons of various blue lock characters with a reader shopping for makeup? I saw a reel on Instagram with a dog and red lipstick stains on its face oh mwaaa gawddd we need to kiss the blue lock boys on their face to see which shades will look the best on him!! (And then get told to leave the store hopefully nott!) since Valentine’s Day is here most stores have a Valentine’s Day discount why not indulge in it!!

Thankyouuu in advance if you make this!!!

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a/n: haihaiii ᑦ꒰ • ༝ • ྀྀི꒱ᐣ happy valentine's day !! this is super cute !!!! i hope it meets ur expectations hehe <3 ty for requesting anon !

makeup shopping with blue lock !!

taking your partner makeup shopping with you on Valentine's day and being all lovey dovey when you get home !

notes: i did what i could euuu :c idk if it came off too well but i hope you like it !!

words: around 700 !

various blue lock characters x femenine! reader

the weather was perfect, and the ambience of love and sweetness filled the air. it was valentine's day. the streets weren't too busy, but you could still see people walking around with chocolates and presents in their hands, wrapped in passionate reds, making their way to their loved ones.

you were walking hand in hand with him, a smile plastered on your face as you made your way to your favorite makeup store. he watched in amusement as your pace got quicker and quicker the nearer the store got. he had woken you up with breakfast in bed and loving touches, telling you about all he had planned for the day, including a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant. with that as an excuse, as well as the big discounts the special day had brought to the stores, you asked him to accompany you to go makeup shopping for tonight, and he agreed with a smile.

as you made your way into the store, you dragged him with you to your favorite brand, seeing as they had released a new collection of glossy tints. letting out an excited noise, you started looking at the available colors, picking your favorites.

"hmm, let's see," you whispered as you lifted the colored tube near his face.

"what are you doing, love?" he asked, confused, as you held up the different tubes to his face.

"testing which one will look good on your face, obviously," you answered, still keeping a serious face, and he had to hold back a laugh at your cuteness.

"alright then, let me help you," he played along and lifted one of his hands toward you so you could swatch all the colors you had selected on his skin.

after a few walks around the store, you got all you wanted to get, going to the cashier and watching him hold you back from getting your wallet so he could pay for you, resulting in a peck on his cheek as you walked out and started your way back home.

some hours had passed since you made it home, and you decided to test your new makeup before getting ready for dinner. taking out the tints you had picked up, you gently applied the first color on your lips before calling for him.

"you called, pretty?" he softly said as he opened the door to your shared bedroom.

"mhm! i need you to sit over here," you answered excitedly as you pointed to your dressing table. he quickly followed and sat, staring at you from the mirror, waiting for your next move.

he watched as you sat in his lap, facing his way and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, instinctively closing his eyes. your face leaned towards his as you pressed a peck onto his cheek, pulling away as you stared at the new rosy mark that shined on his soft skin. his eyes followed you as you wiped off your lips and applied a new color, leaning down again to kiss his face. soon, after many giggles, his face was covered by the shape of your lips in different shades.

"let's see which one is your color!" you stated as you pulled back a little to look at his face in detail, analyzing every little mark and trying to select which one complemented his skin tone best. while you observed, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled like a fool.

"i think you missed a spot, darling," he chuckled and turned to meet your gaze.

every part of his face and neck was covered in pretty shades; however, you noticed his lips had remained untouched the whole time.

"oh, i guess i did," you answered with a cheeky smile and leaned down into him as he settled a hand on your back to pull you closer, making your chests collide and your hearts beat along with each other's.

your faces angled as your soft lips finally met his, fitting perfectly and moving in sync. you kissed endlessly, too enchanted by each other to let go. you finally parted with quick breaths, your hands on his chest and his hands going down your back to hold you steady.

you smiled at him with hearts in your eyes as you stared at his now messy pink lips that matched the flush in his cheeks.

"i think i found my favorite one."

characters: ISAGI YOICHI, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, YUKIMIYA KENYU !, mikage reo, nanase nijiro :3, kurona ranze, RIN ITOSHI, sae itoshi, ikki niko, hirori yo ^^, sendou shuto, alexis ness + your fav !

thank you for reading ♡ happy valentine's

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[weird-is-life]

First date charm

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader

Summary: You think that Bucky is too good for you

Warnings: fluff, mentions of food, like one swear word

Words: 1.1k

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I'm so sorry, James... but I don't think I'll be able to make it to the restaurant today. Again, I'm really sorry, I don't think i'll be able to see you anymore. You send a text to James Barnes.

The babysitter cancelled on you last minute, and with nobody else to watch your son you had to cancel the date.

Yes, you were definitely bummed about it because the first day with him was pretty much perfect. He was such a gentleman, and it felt like you could talk to him about anything. And it was like you could see him in your future immediately.

But you can't escape the nagging feeling that Bucky deserves better than you, than a single mom with a kid. Even though it hurts you more than you can admit.

Bucky feels devastated when he reads your text. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He thought the things were going great?

It was Sam that put you two together, and at first Bucky wanted to throttle him for setting up the date without asking Bucky first.

But after the first date Bucky was more than thankful. You were so kind and lovely and beautiful, and on Bucky's mind all the time since the date.

So he doesn't know what's happened. He tries to call you like 3 times, hoping for more of an explanation than only that text. He even texts you a few more times.

He starts to get worried when you don't respond. He would be thankful even if you just picked up the phone to tell him to fuck off, but you don't, and it drives him crazy.

He waits for your response for 2 hours, debating on just going up to your apartment to see if you are okay.

But after the 2 hours it gets too much for him. His mind going to the worst possible scenarios. He can't help it. The years of trauma don't make it easy for him to live, and not worry.

He gets to your apartment pretty quickly, his motorcycle makes it easy to speed through traffic. He paces nervously in front of the building, maybe he shouldn't have come here.

He contemplates for a few more minutes, and then rings the bell. Maybe you will think that he's crazy psychopath for showing up at your doorsteps, but he has to make sure you're okay.

You don't expect anybody to ring the bell to your apartment as soon as you put your son to sleep. You definitely don't expect to hear Bucky's voice from the intercom.

His soft 'can I come up?' makes your heart flatter, and you buzz him in. He's up the stairs on your floor quickly. And of course, he has a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"James, what are you doing here?" you ask quietly. He looks so handsome for the cancelled date, and it makes you feel even worse.

"I'm sorry for showing up...You weren't answering your phone, and-and I was worried." He looks apologetically at you.

"My phone....oh-" you quickly dissappear into your apartment, searching for your phone.

Bucky doesn't mean to snoop, but with the door wide open he notices all of the toys and kids stuff. His mouth goes dry a bit.

"I'm sorry, James, I had my phone on quiet.....," you stop talking when you follow Bucky's gaze. His eyes roaming all over the things.

"What's all this? You have a kid?"  Bucky looks baffled, like he just saw a ghost in front of him.

"Yes." You admit, guilt for not telling him all over your face. You thought that Sam had told Bucky about Teo, but you realised on the date that he hadn't.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you just wanted to see how the first date goes first. And in between the first and the second date the thoughts of Bucky being too good for you settled in your mind.

I mean, he's so charming, and probably the nicest man you have ever met. He's also so so respectful. And god, he's so handsome as well, those piercing blue eyes? To die for...

"I wanted to tell you, Bucky. I just....you deserve someone else. Not me with a kid. I-I loved our date, but I know what guys think about women with kids. It's not very attractive...," you sigh. You have experienced rejections from guys because of Teo before.

"Wait, wait, wait, doll. Did I give you the impression that I'd care about such things?" Bucky almost immediately asks. "I don't care that you have a kid, I like you, and I loved the date with or without knowing that you have a kid."

"You say that now, but what about when-" he interrupts you before you can finish.

"Doll, I like you! How about we just take it one date at a time, yeah? Let's see where this goes?" Bucky tries to reason with you. He doesn't want to let you go without even getting to know you properly. Like fuck, he hasn't felt this kind of connection in a long, long time.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'd understand if not, I really would," you try to give him a smile to convince him (and yourself) which doesn't really work.

Bucky slowly takes your hand into his, and squeezes your hand in reassurance, "I'm very sure. I like you, and I don't know If I should be a little offended that you thought I'd mind that you are a mom.."

His attempt at lightening the mood is successful. You chuckle at his words, and he gives you a smile in return.

You eye the bouquet of the flowers in his other hand,"are those for me?"

"Who else?" Bucky murmurs teasingly as he hands you the beautiful flowers.

"Thank you, Bucky. They are beautiful," you say sheepishly, "but I still can't go on the date today. There's nobody who can watch Teo." You tell him a little disappointed.

"No, that's okay, doll. I just wanted to make sure that we were okay, but more importantly that you were okay. I should go tho," he says, and leans down bravely to kiss your cheek goodbye.

He can see your cheeks go rosy instantly. The blush making you even more pretty.

"W-wait, Bucky," you catch his hand before he can turn away, " you could stay, Teo is asleep....we could order pizza or-or whatever you like." You almost face slap yourself for acting like some unsure teenager in love. Stammering over your words.

Bucky thinks it over for a few seconds before he smiles at you," I'd love to, and pizza sounds fantastic."

"Great, c'mon." You happily pull him after you inside the apartment while apologising for all the mess. But Bucky couldn't care less about that, he's just more than happy he gets to spend time with you again.

[justleaveacommentfest]

Not an ask, but a story about leaving comments -- not long ago, I left a comment on a fic from almost 10 years ago where the author, in their end notes, discussed how proud they were to have finished this fic (it was an incredible fic that was over 100,000 words long because they're a god and I would also just be shaky in the knees if I accomplished something so long and profound); and they also talked in their author's note how strange it was to be the ages of 22-24 when they were writing this fic and how things weren't always easy, and that they hoped the future was bright for them.

I commented about my life, right now, how I came to find their fic a decade years later from when they finished (a little sheepishly, it feels weird to talk about yourself, but it felt important somehow) -- anyways, I also talked about how reading their author's note reminded me very much of how I felt right now, and how different the world is now from 2015, and how this fic made me feel all kinds of nostalgic and good and hopeful about growing older, and how my god they were this good at 22 and I hope they're still writing -- and even if not, I hope all these years later they really are in a better place.

They replied. They replied! I was so delighted! They are indeed in their thirties! and they are indeed still writing! Things haven't gone as expected, but they've got a healthier dose of perspective on life and how to cope with the hard times now. And it was just so heartwarming to hear and learn about them. And to know that they're still around!

Just seeing that, seeing these people who write about hard times nine years ago, and leaving a comment and getting a reply, it just brings so much hope. Because you never know! You never know if someone's still going to be here, and so when they are it's kind of a-- not a miracle, but it just feels like I'm suddenly so very aware of my existence in the world and theirs too and it just -- it MATTERS. And ao3 and fanfiction in general is so unique to most media where you stare at a television or read a book, you can engage with the creator of that thing you're reading RIGHT THEN AND THERE. And you may not get a reply, or you might get this touching response that lets you feel like you're less alone in the world. It's worth the chance, right? That's what building community and stuff is all about! You can make so many friends this way!

And even if they never reply, don't you want them to know how important their story was to you? And it doesn't matter if the story was finished a decade ago or just posted yesterday, there's still a person that's there that gets to see how their art made an impact on the world. I've made a couple of friends doing this -- and even if I'm not making a friend, I hope I make someone's day a little brighter. God knows I'm always delighted whenever someone comments on my fics.

I admit I'm not perfect -- I don't always comment on fics that I read. I'm trying to be better, I've got a list of fics that I definitely should have written a comment on that I've been going through and writing out how I feel about their writing because damn people are just so talented. This wasn't for just leave a comment fest, I admit, but I do love to see your blog and your drive because it is such an important thing for writers.

I didn't know you were doing a valentines day thing, but what a great idea! I wanted to share my experience, hopefully inspire some other people to go out and comment, and now I'm going to go check another fic off my list of ones that I'd like to comment on. Better late than never!

Have a great day! and Happy Valentine's Day Just Leave a Comment Mini Fest!

I AM HOOTING AND HOLLERING I AM PLAYING THE XYLOPHONE ON MY RIB CAGE WHAT A STORY!!!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CONNECTION TO HAVE MADE THROUGH COMMENTS!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE TO HAVE HAD!!

ANON THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS HAS MADE THIS SKELETON'S DAY

[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Vocal Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt vocal unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 1/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. I'll be posting the next parts during the day or next, so wait for it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jeonghan. Playing board games.

He likes games and loves to cheat on them, that’s nothing new for you. When he told you to have a game night for valentine’s you were expecting for him to be the mischievous angel-faced he is. But he had an ace up his sleeve that you weren't prepared for.

“The loser gotta give the winner a kiss,” he said in a serious tone.

You raised an eyebrow, “if you want me to kiss you just ask me.”

He laughed softly, like he was expecting for you to say such a statement. “But, the winner has the right to ask the way they want it to be.”

“What… Does that mean?”

“I don’t know” Jeonghan bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on yours. “Just try not to lose the game”.

It was probably the hardest game you ever played in your life, not because you haven’t played Monopoly before, but because his gaze was on you all the time, as if Jeonghan was able to read even the deepest thought in your mind.

Whatever he was thinking, you made a double effort to not fail into his love games. But let’s be honest, it’s a sweet temptation you’d like to try without hesitation.

Joshua. Baking cookies for each other.

Something so simple and so endearing at the same time, there’s nothing like an afternoon filled with laughs and the delicious smell of cookies, as the promise of a sweet and romantic night.

“Josh, can you give me the choco chips?” you asked, while checking the recipe on your phone. However, he said nothing, “Josh… Joshua!”

 “Hey, don’t scream at me” he complained in a sassy manner, “I’m just beside you, and I’m busy”.

You turned to see what he was doing, and raised an eyebrow, confused. “Aren’t we supposed to make cookies with choco chips?”

“Yeah”.

“Then, what is that?”

“Oh, this” Joshua’s smile was so big that the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he proudly show you his creation, “it’s for you. Do you like it?”

He was holding a tray full of those calico-shaped cookies you wanted to try. The kitty shaped cookies were actually very cute, so much that you even forgot why you raised your voice at him.

“When did you baked them?”

“Before you came home. I wanted to try something different.” Joshua stared at you tilting his head, “I bake for you and you bake for me, then we watch one of those romcon you love as much as me”.

“Sounds good for me.” you laughed low as you continued with your cookies, “but you have to wait for me, I need to finish these.”

“Okay” He approached you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “I'll be here just checking in your work. Please do as if I’m not here”.

Woozi. Spa night.

He’s always about work, but also needs a break from time to time. Now, your time has come: No phones, no responsibilities, just the two of you taking care of each other in the warmth of your shared apartment.

The pleasant aroma of scented candles filled the whole room, and Jihoon let out a deep sigh. When was the last time he felt that relieved? He can’t remember, but now he feels like touching heaven and the best part, it was in the comfort of his own home.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you protest with a playful tone, “I just started with your shoulders”.

“I’m sorry” he apologized in a lazy tone, “but I’m serious, you're so good at it, you'd become a millionaire with this job.”

“I’m not that good, this is just a hobby,” you laughed in a low tone. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Yes, please!” Jihoon agreed cheerfully, “Is amazing, what did you make this tea with?"

“Oh, you know; chamomile, other natural stuff” leaning towards him, you let a kiss in the top of his head, snuggling your face on his hair, “and all my love for you”.

Dokyeom. Homemade pizzas.

He loves pizza and he loves you even more, that’s all he needs. In the warmth of your cozy apartment, a messy yet funny meal takes place that you both are going to remember for a long time.

“What in the world is this?” you said trying not to laugh, “looks like my heart after I watched that sad movie”.

“But it was fine!” he stammered, laughing in embarrassment, “the oven tricked us!”

Seokmin has been planning this night with the highest expectation, but the heart-shaped pizzas didn’t turn as he visualized. They smell good for sure, however something went wrong and now you have something that looks more like an attempt that a pizza itself.

“Ah, we put in so much effort” he made a small pout, “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s our first time” you patted his back trying to comfort him, “I bet they’re delicious, let’s just eat”.

And it was indeed the best pizza you ever tried before; your praise words encouraged him as you both sat on the sofa and started eating your homemade dinner.

It didn’t turned out as expected, but your heart was so filled with joy and happiness that it didn't really matter, it is priceless and you’d never change this day for nothing in the world.

Seungkwan. Trying a new café.

Making changes is always good and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to do something different. Unfortunately, you’re not the only couple who had the same idea.

“This place is full too” Seungkwan signed, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “It’s the third one”.

“It’s okay Boo, we can do something else”.

You were sitting in the car and the atmosphere started to feel a little heavy. Maybe going for a café date on Valentine’s Day wasn’t the best idea, every place was crowded as if everyone just had the same braincel and decided to occupy every single café in town. And Seungkwan was part of that unplanned collective.

“I’m so sorry, love” he placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice was low and a little sad, “I should’ve planned this better and made a reservation.”

You remained thoughtful, an idea came to your mind and you said it with a big smile. “Hey, what about if we buy something and make our own café at home?”

“That… Actually doesn’t sound bad” he raised both eyebrows tilting his head, “What’s on your mind?”

And so, a few purchases later, you ended up drinking delicious coffee at home, accompanied with a sweet strawberry cake and a tender playlist you both made at that moment. It has the potential to become a tradition, after all, it doesn’t matter the place or the activity; every moment with Seungkwan is special for you.

[sturnslutz]

matt surprises angel for valentines day.

honestly no warnings besides fluff, smoking, and cursing. happy vday everybody! :) angst at the end, i'm sorry it's dirtbag!matt if u don’t wanna read the plot twist dont read the last sentence

matt was never one for valentines day. you were though. he's spent a couple valentines with a couple girls over the years, but never once bought something for them, other than just a good fuck.

he felt different for you, though. he knew you absolutely adored valentines day. all the pink, the hearts, the love in the air. he wanted to make you feel good, and not just with his dick. he wanted to see you happy.

he still denies having feelings for you.

when he told chris and nick his surprise for you, they couldn't even fathom thinking matt could be this nice, especially for someone he's know for 4 months, max. but they weren't complaining, and they knew you would love it.

this day has been hell for you. you wanted to be happy with valentines day, but your school work was piling with reviews for finals soon, and your job booked you a double shift, which made you confused because it was a library, and you didn't really expect anyone to come on valentines day. you were wrong.

it was around 6:30 that matt had texted you that he was picking you up from work after you mentioned to him earlier that you were working a double. luckily for him, it gave him extra time to set up and to do whatever he needed to do.

he texted you that he was outside, and you clocked out at 6:45. he was waiting outside on the curb, leaning on the passenger side with a blunt in his hand. when the doors opened, he looked over and smiled a bit. "hey, baby." he walked over, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

you didn't say anything, just hummed and wrapped your arms around his body. you inhaled his warmth, and his scent of weed and his cologne that you absolutely loved. he noticed your quietness and leaned his head down, kissing your cheek. "y'tired angel?" he asked softly in your ear.

you nodded, pushing your head deeper into his hoodie. "cmon. let's get you in the car, you're freezin'." he pulled away from the hug, but wrapping his arm across your shoulders as he walked you to his car. he opened the passenger side door, gently putting you in.

he got into the car, and started it, and giving you the blunt in his hand, which you happily accepted. "i got a surprise for you, angel. for valentines." your tired self looked up at him as your face lightened almost immediately. "really?" you said happily.

he nodded, smirking. "y'gonna love it. y'can go to sleep. i'll wake you when we get there." he rubs your thigh a bit, before squeezing it and turning on the seat heater for you, just like you like it.

you nod, handing the blunt back to him before leaning your head on the window, immediately letting sleep overcome you. about 15 minutes later, you wake up slightly to kisses on your hand.

your eyes flutter open, but a hand is covering your eyes. "are y'awake baby?" you nod a bit. "okay, i'm covering y'eyes because we're here. i want you to keep your eyes closed and i'll help you get out of the car, okay?" he says softly before kissing your hand again.

you nod again. "promise." he takes his hand off your eyes, and just like you promised, you kept your eyes closed. you heard his door open and quickly run to your side, opening your door now. he grabbed your hand, still making sure your eyes were closed, as he went behind you, pushing your back against his chest as his hand once again makes its way to your eyes. he begins walking slowly and then stops.

he takes his hand off your eyes. "don't open them yet. i need you to know i've never done this for any girl before, or anyone actually. i know i'm a bitch sometimes but y'the sweetest girl i know. chris 'n nick helped me with this. y'can open your eyes now." his speech came out a bit shaky, almost like he was nervous. you've never heard this tone from him before, but your heart fluttered.

you opened your eyes, the sun hitting them directly as the sun was setting. you let your vision become adjusted before actually looking at what was infront of you.

matt had brought you to your favorite spot in all of town, the spot matt had introduced to you, it was where the sun had set right behind the lake and forest, the view being perfect. he had set up a picnic with tons of bouquets of your favorite flowers.

your eyes filled with tears as you smiled big. you looked at matt, who was almost avoiding eye contact as he looked down and picked at his nails. "matt." you said, choked. he looked up at you before his face softened seeing your tears. "fuck- do you not like it? i knew it was cringy but-" "i love it, matt. thank you." you didn't let him get another word out before you hugged the boy, almost knocking the air out of his lungs.

he stood still for a bit, before relaxing into the hug, hugging you back softly. "really? y'like it?" you nod against his chest as he kisses your head before resting his chin on your head, rubbing your back. "cmon. enough cryin'." he says that, but makes no move to actually pull away.

after some time, you did pull away, sniffling. he looked down at your puffy face before he smiles, and you do too. "cmon, angel. let's go eat." he pulls your hand, bringing you to your pink blanket that you left at his house, resting on the grass. once you guys sat down, he thankfully brought his car up close enough to the blanket where you two would be able to lean back against the front, watching the sunset.

what you didn't know was the pics he had of the girl he saw right before he picked you up, in a pair of new lingere he had bought her in your favorite color.

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[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day fourteen: "i love you."

ᰔ pairing: javier peña x reader

ᰔ summary: when the party's over, who do you call for a ride home? your good old fashioned lover boy.

ᰔ author's note: happy valentine's day! much love to you all 🥹💙 i can't believe this series is already halfway through. i'm thinking about making a din or oberyn series, along with some one-off ficlets. tbd, but until then, fourteen more days left to find love

ᰔ content warning: f!reader, fluff, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of bar setting

"Babe, are you sure you wanna leave so soon? We still have three more places to hit, then we're going dancing!" One of your girlfriends pouted as you nodded. It was hard to hear her over the loud noise of the bar.

Your girlfriends celebrated Galentine's Day every year with a bar crawl. Sometimes there was clubbing afterwards, which you rarely ever missed out on.

"I think the drink from that last place really did me in," you admitted. "I'm gonna call for a ride, but I'll text you when I get home."

As much as you loved the themed drinks and free covers to get in, tonight just wasn't the same. It wasn't anything specific. Your friends had made the whole night fun with conversation and company. Work had been getting to you, but the drinks made the sharp sting in the back of your mind ebb away with every sip of some hot pink concoction.

"Alright, baby. Be careful, okay? We love you!" Your friend kissed your cheek before she scampered back to the bar. From where you stood, you were in viewing distance of your friends for your safety. They watched as you stood at a nearby payphone and slipped a few quarters in.

You dialed the number you knew like the back of your hand. It rang twice before the other line picked up.

"Peña."

With a small sigh of relief, you hugged yourself.

"Hey, baby. The offer to pick me up still on the table?" You asked. You already knew the answer, which was confirmed by the sound of keys jangling in the background.

"I'll be there soon, cariño. Where are you?"

You turned back towards the bar and read the name, followed by the street he needed to turn down. Javier promised he would be there in no time.

True to his word, Javier's white mustang pulled up to the curb you stood on after fifteen minutes. You waved to your friends at the bar and blew a few kisses before you turned back to the car.

Javier hopped out of the car and slipped his jacket around your shoulders. Without missing a beat, he opened your car door for you before he helped you in.

You weren't sure if it was the drinks or Javier, but your head felt as if it was swimming. The two of you had been dating for a few months, and he had gone above your expectations, or at least what you had expected after the last few men you had dated. He was always the one to hold the door open, or keep you tucked at his side when places got too crowded.

As soon as Javier sat in the driver's seat, you leaned over to kiss him. He was a bit surprised, but he didn't miss a beat as he kissed you back. His hand cradled the side of your face, and you leaned into his warm touch.

"Thanks for picking me up," you murmured as you pulled away. Javier's hand lingered, his thumb brushed against the curve of your cheek.

"Of course, mi vida. I thought you would have called later," Javier admitted. He pulled his hand away to grab the steering wheel as he guided his car back onto the road. Once down the road, his hand found your skin again, this time on your inner thigh. It had been the spot he always rested his hand, but the tequila haze made your skin prickle where there was contact.

"I tried to stick it out. I really did," you sighed. "The drinks were good and I had so much fun with the girls. I just, I was ready to go home." You tried to pick up when had played through the radio. No doubt, it was some cassette tape of the four bands Javier actually listened to, but the music was too low for you to pick it up.

"No need to explain yourself. You know I'd rather keep you all to myself." Javier squeezed your thigh as his sentence finished. He looked to you while stopped at a red light.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest, the sight before too good to look away from. Javier was bathed in the glow of the red light, an earnest expression on his prominent features. Before the light had changed, you leaned over and kissed him quickly.

"I love you, Javi," you whispered before you pulled away.

"I love you too," Javier returned. He admired you, the soft look in your eyes and sweet smile on your lips. He was so distracted, he almost didn't notice the light change.

The trip back to his home took no time, which you were thankful for. As he had before, Javier opened your door for you and took your hand to help you out of the car. He escorted you inside with his hand on your back. He always had a hand on you in some way, and it meant more to you than you had realized.

You shedded Javier's jacket off and hung it by the door, followed by your heels being kicked off. A sigh of relief slipped from your lips once both feet were firmly planted on the ground.

"I'm going to shower, if that's alright." You turned to Javier, who had lit a cigarette. He took the first puff and nodded.

"I'll get it started, mi vida. Get your clothes," he told you. When you started to shake your head, to argue that you could do it yourself, he began to walk out of the room.

"Javi—"

"Go get your pajamas." It wasn't harsh– instead an endearing command. You watched as he stalked towards the bathroom, determination written all over him.

Instead of protesting, you concede and gather your clothes. Sure enough, the shower is ready for you by the time you stepped into the bathroom. You thanked Javier with a kiss before you stripped down and stepped into the shower.

Once you were cleaned and curled up with Javier in bed, you closed your eyes. It had been a fun day, but you knew why you wanted to go home. Out of everything you had experienced in life, nothing beat this. Wrapped in Javier's arms, surrounded by warm blankets and a content feeling in your chest.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Javier broke the quiet. You looked to the clock and read that it was just past midnight. You leaned over and kissed him softly.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

[socgf]

better left unsaid - dallas winston x reader

it's valentine's day, and reader finds something she shouldn't have in dally's room.

wc: 959

warnings: none just fluff <3

it's not like you had any crazy expectations for what dallas winston had in mind for valentine's day. sure, you spent all your time with each other. you'd gotten real close, in every sense of that word. but he would avoid that commitment conversation like the plague, so you weren't exactly expecting a declaration of love or a bouquet of roses.

but flat out acting like the holiday didn't exist? that was just too far.

the two of you had just left buck's after you'd spent the afternoon doing homework on his bed while he sat around bothering you. like every friday night, dally had stolen the thunderbird to take you to the nightly double. but this was just a routine occurrence, of course. not like he would ever believe in such a mushy holiday.

still, you'd hoped for something - a box of chocolate, some grocery store flowers, maybe a card. you try to take your mind off it as dally puts his foot on the gas, fiddling with his pockets haphazardly.

suddenly, his face scrunches up in frustration and he grumbles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he cuts the gas. 

"hey. do me a favor, will ya? grab my smokes from my desk. top drawer on the left." 

you roll your eyes but go back anyway. his room is the usual mess - clothes draped over the chair, a couple beer bottles on the windowsill, your textbooks and notes spread out on the bed. you yank the drawer open, already expecting to have to dig past god-knows-what to find the cigarettes.

instead, you find a stack of papers shoved carelessly to the side.

you don't mean to snoop, but something about them seems out of the ordinary. it's not like he's the type to be keeping a diary, but these aren't just receipts or homework. as you take a closer look, you see they're notebook pages crumpled at the edges, ripped out hastily, the ink a bit smudged and messy. 

then you see the date at the top of the first one. an entry from over a year ago. you hesitate for a moment, knowing this must be personal. a flicker of guilt runs through you, but you can't help paging through the headers on the first couple of slips. you swear you can make out your name somewhere between the lines, and against your better judgment, you start reading.

november 5th, 1963

she fell asleep on my shoulder at the drive-in today. she really needs to stop doing that. swear i almost decked steve in his face for laughing at it, but i knew she'd hate if i did it. it's funny, she fucking mumbles in her sleep. i swear she said my name a couple times under her breath. i acted like i didn't hear it but i can't stop thinking about it.

january 17th, 1964

she had to babysit pony today and she dragged me along to keep her company. i was supposed to do a run for buck, but i'll have to figure that out later. it's funny, she was real apologetic about it, like i'm ever gonna be mad that i have to spend time with her.

april 28th, 1964

we were watching some stupid rerun in her living room and i guess i must've been exhausted. she started running her fingers through my hair all sweet like she always does, messing it up. didn't have the energy to tell her to knock it off. next thing i know i wake up laying down on her side. she says i knocked out. whatever.

august 12th, 1964

buck decided to go sticking his nose where he doesn't belong last night… asking me about her. why i won't make it official? make what official? i come to her window every damn night. she lays on my shoulder and tells me all her secrets. not like i let anyone else make me act that way. that's official enough for me, far as i'm concerned.

november 1st, 1964

i swear she did something different with her hair today, or maybe her makeup or something, or her outfit. whatever it was. i just couldn't stop staring at her. she's so pretty it makes me forget what i'm thinking when i look at her…christ, i'm sounding like a fucking sap. if buck ever found this, i would have to kill him.

december 9th, 1964

i found her crying today when i walked in. i wanted to hug her or something, kiss her on the forehead and make everything better. i didn't. just sat there smoking by her side until she stopped, let her get everything off her chest. then she had the nerve to say 'thank you dal,' like i did anything special. i have no idea what the hell she sees in me.

january 28th, 1965

glory, she's got the worst taste in music. i told her that today and she threw a fucking pillow at me. truth is i would listen to the beatles for the rest of my goddamn life if it meant she let me lay in her bed and listen to her sing along. it's cute.

february 3rd, 1965

if she finds these i'm gonna have to tell her it's for an english assignment or something. no, never mind. even she wouldn't believe that. man, i'm fucked.

you reach the last entry in the pile, this one laid out nicely with neater handwriting, on a fresh sheet of paper:

february 14th, 1965

if you find this, happy valentine's day. figured there's no point in keeping these a secret. i'm sorry i'm not better at saying it. you should know i'm not much for words. but i mean everything i wrote, doll, swear.

a.n. writing this made my heart all warm and fuzzy haha happy (late) valentine's day guys!!! hope you like it!

[alwaysless]

Fellow William analyst, greetings! I hope you are well, I hope you don't mind a question/ask.

I am curious about your thoughts on the lack of reaction we see of Will at the "one life" reveal at the dinner scene, if you haven't already shared your thoughts before! We know Annabel wasn't shocked, but what about Will?

It took me longer to answer than I thought, sorry

I'm not sure I can say anything new, but yes, it's pretty damn suspicious. The composition of the frame stylized as broken glass, makes it easy to draw Will with everyone, and a frame later we see him with other panicking students, so RnF didn't show his reaction quite intentionally.

But I also want to talk about his behavior further. In the next episode, Will doesn't behave the way you expect him to. Given his weak-willed personality, it seems like he should be scared and overwhelmed by the prospect of a survival game (like Morella for example) but he's confused at best, and moreover, confused by everyone else's reactions. He even tries to justify the deans, basically gaslighting the rest of the students.

Will is not afraid, but he does not understand why others are. I have only two possible explanations: either he knew, or he just doesn't care, just like Annabel. Or maybe both.

Maybe he has played these games before. Maybe he doesn't plan to fight for a second life (at least not in Nevermore, again just like Annabel). Maybe because he is somehow connected with the academic staff with all his doll aesthetic, there is no second life for him in general, he just works there. There are many options, but here I would prefer to focus on his parallels with Annabel - two characters whose reactions we don't see in this frame.

This is actually not the only scene where they are absent, contrary to common sense. In episode 6 we see the merit board for the first time. Most of the names on it are blurred, but some can be distinguished. Among them are Lenore, Annabel, Duke, Morella, Ada, Prospero and Will. All of them, except Annabel and Will, are present in the room at this moment.

I wouldn't have paid much attention to this scene if it weren't for Prospero. Why is he there? He doesn't speak a single line, and we haven't been introduced to him as a character yet. His presence here is useless. So maybe the idea really was for all the characters whose names were visible on the board to be in the scene(or at least have already been introduced, like Annabel).

So what about Will? My main problem with shapeshifter characters is that they can be anyone, anywhere, at any point in the story. Especially if they can also create their own copies. He could have already been introduced and we just didn't notice.

Now let's talk about the games these kids love to play so much. We know that Annabel is a talented chess player, and Montresor constantly uses card game slang. But did you know that it was William Wilson from Poe's original story who was a cardsharper? I just think it's such an interesting detail. Nevermore`s Will has never been seen like this, but considering how much of a board game aesthetic this webtoon has, I think it's important to note this.

And finally, there is a similarity that also makes them very different: both Annabel and Will have ribbons as an essential symbol, but it has a completely opposite meaning for each of them. For Annabel, the ribbons are a symbol of madness, fear, and perhaps her golden cage. It appears in her hallucinations after Lenore's fake death, as well as when Ada shows her her main fear.

Will, on the other hand? The ribbons are his weapon. He uses them to tangle other people. Curious, although his spectre is obviously a marionette, he doesn't have a control bar for strings, he controls the strings himself (not always successful but still).

No matter how weak-willed Will is, he's the only one in Annabel's group who isn't influenced by her. She blackmails Montresor, Prospero respects her as a leader and friend, Ada admires and envies her. But she doesn't have anything on Will. In the chess allegory, he will obviously be a pawn (and I`ll write a whole post about it, I swear), but not Annabel's pawn. I have an idea that sooner or later, Montresor will think of using Will to find dirt on Annabel in revenge. After all, given their spectre abilities, it's easier for them to find out lenabel's secret.

So, let's summarize what we found. Absolutely nothing. This post turned out to be longer than I had planned, because I was a little carried away, but I hope you found something interesting for yourself in this stream of thoughts.

Here, take funny little Will everyone. He deserves to be noticed.

[hihomeghere]

Heat | Alpha!Arthur Morgan x Omega!reader

Happy Valentines day! <3

Word Count : 3.5k

Summary : Nursing Arthur's rejection, you go to the saloon while your impending heat hangs over you. Will he be able to save you before another alpha tries to stake their claim?

Warnings/tags : A/b/o, knotting, marking/biting, slight angst, reader is referred to as she, has female parts, arthur is our miscommunication king, unwanted advances from another man, dubious consent (reader has expressed consent earlier but is not in the right state of mind), Ruts & heats, unprotected piv, creampie, slight breeding king (It's me, what do you expect)

Divider by @saradika

Tags : @photo1030

The lively piano filled the saloon, doing little to raise your spirits. Resting your palms against your cold glass, trying to ease the fire that burned in your belly. You were foolish, you knew that, coming into town this close to your heat. 

But the flush in your cheeks wasn’t entirely from your impending heat. No, the burning coil of rejection was what was causing blood to crawl up your neck and flood your cheeks. 

You sipped the whiskey, wincing as the liquid burned your throat. You thought it would ease the pain in your chest, but it only seemed to amplify the hurt. The painful memory of your fight with Arthur replaying over and over in your head. His jaw clenched, refusing to even look you in the eye. His voice raised as he snapped at you.

You shook your head, quickly downing your glass. Shivering as the liquid ran down your throat, heat blooming in your chest. You couldn’t ignore the subtle clench in your lower belly for much longer. The second tell tale sign that your heat was fast approaching. Like sand pouring into an hourglass, the time for you to find a place to ride out your heat was dwindling. 

Sweat dotted your brow, raising the back of your hand to wipe it away. The fabric of your dress was rubbing your skin raw, you itched to ditch the fabric. Although you weren't stupid enough to strip in a bar full of all kinds of designations. You ordered another, placing two coins down on the bar top.

The scent of an alpha invaded your nostrils, nearly suffocating you with how strong it was. You silently cursed yourself, you hadn’t bothered to cover how your distress was pouring off of you in waves. Anyone could have smelt it, omega, beta or alpha. Unfortunately for you it was the latter.

“Hello sweetheart.” The man cooed, his lips pulling back in a wolfish grin as he took the seat next to you. His suit jacket cut tight to his body, obviously tailored. Younger than you, his pocket watch hung from a golden chain, an easy target if you were here to do ‘business’ as Hosea called it. Robbing rich men blind.

You ignored him, a bead of sweat rolling down your back. 

“Omega.” Unable to stop the pull of your designation, you turned to look up at him. You realized too late that you were in the worst situation possible. Half an hour max, away from your heat, and this fucker looks like he knows it. “Why don’t you say hello, hm?” He asked, his tone dripping with command. 

You opened your mouth to respond when the familiar scent of pine and leather filled your noise. Wrapping around you like a warm embrace. 

Arthur, alpha. You didn’t have time to speak before his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you off the chair and behind him. You could feel the anger pouring off of him in waves, your omega pumping out calming pheromones at his distress.

His chest heaved as he glared at the other alpha, fire burning in his eyes. 

“She don’t have to say shit to you.” He growled, “Now why don’t you run along, pup.” A fresh wave of slick dampened your thighs at his possessive words, your inner omega preening. You knew the two alphas could smell it, each of them stiffening respectively. The man’s lip twitched, as if debating whether or not to stake his claim. Although you doubted the man in front of you had a death wish. Arthur stood tall, trim waist and broad shoulders. A perfect alpha in every way. The man mumbled something along the lines of ‘not worth it’ before walking off. As the younger alpha retreated off to lick his wounds, Arthur’s hand wrapped around your wrist. In a flash he was dragging you out of the saloon, the night air doing very little to cool your feverish flesh. His touch was searing against your skin, branding you like a hot iron. 

He didn’t speak, his spurs clinking as he stomped across the dirt road. Pulling the lead off the hitching post.

“The hell were you thinkin’?” He growled, dropping your wrist, “You know how damn close your heat is and you go and pull this shit! Any of those bastards could’ve-“ He cut himself off with a frustrated growl, his hands on his hips as he faced away from you. “You’re lucky my scent is still on ya, only a young pup like him would've tried it.” 

Your lower lip wobbled as you stared at his back, tears pricking your eyes.

“Why’d you come after me?” You asked, wrapping your arms around your body. That caused him to pause, the hard line of his body tensing at your question. Your legs were starting to wobble, your breaths quickening.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked with a huff, turning to face you. You tilted your chin up, using the remaining bit of your strength to face him head on.

“You ain’t my alpha.” You said, tears stinging your eyes as you looked up at him. “You made that clear.”

-

He had been helping you ride out every one of your heats for the last few months. You were sweet on each other, the whole gang knew it, hell the whole world knew it. 

The way your eyes seemed to follow him wherever he went, drawn to him by some magnetic force.

Most would blame your designation. An unmated omega is going to naturally be drawn to any alpha, it’s in your nature. But you weren’t that kind of girl. Never had been. 

Sure, those few days every month when your skin turned feverish and debilitating cramps overtook you, you could do little but beg for an alpha to knot you. That’s why you were careful, leaving camp for a few days to hide away in an empty cabin, to ride out your heat.

When your biology took over, you couldn’t trust yourself. Your omega begging for any alpha, no matter who they were, to mate and knot you. Even the toughest omegas turned to putty around their heat. And ending up mated to an alpha who couldn’t control marking you, was oftentimes a fate worse than death. Breaking a bond, even an accidental one, could sometimes lead to death. That was in the case the Allha agreed to breaking the bond. Far too many omegas had been trapped in abusive bonds for your liking, and you wouldn’t be one of them.

Your fingers were a sorry excuse for a knot, hardly giving you any relief. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and there hadn’t been any alpha you trusted to take care of you. To not take advantage of your clouded judgement. That was until Arthur.

You had been running with the gang for quite a while, maybe a year or two. You would be lying if you said Arthur’s personality had first drawn you to him. He was an alpha in every sense of the word. Strong, loyal, caring, fierce. And he smelt so damn good, his scent covered damn near everything in camp. Pine and leather dusted against the hay bales, near Pearson's wagon, and absolutely covered his makeshift tent. 

You would catch yourself breathing in deeply whenever you walked past him, or his tent. Unable to stop the deep pull in your gut. 

But you never thought he’d look your way, never thought he’d see you. See you as more than an omega.

But he surprised you, treating you as more than just your designation. That had been what made you fall in love with him. To your delight, he had felt the same way. One thing had led to another, and he had offered to work you through your heats. How could you refuse? 

So when you walked over to his tent, your skin red and flushed, you thought he would jump to get you somewhere secluded. 

“Arthur.” You said softly, your heart faltering as he refused to look up at you. His eyes trained on the open page of his journal. “Arthur.” You repeated a little louder this time. His scent was nearly overpowering, settling over you like a heavy blanket. Pine, leather, tobacco, gunpowder.

“What?” He huffed, not raising his gaze. His jaw set as he shielded his eyes with the brim of his hat. 

“Well I…” You faltered, feeling yourself shrink in front of him. Trying to make yourself look smaller to appease him. “My… my heat is coming.” You watched as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding, before he exhaled shakily. No doubt smelling the slick spreading between your thighs. It was like time paused, both of you hung suspended as you waited for him to react.

“Don’t know why you’re talking to me about it.” He mumbled, scribbling in his book. You swallowed thickly, your brows furrowed as you took a step closer. 

“Well we-“ You spoke softly, tilting your head.

“There ain’t a we, don’t you get it woman?” He snapped, shaking his head. “I ain’t your damn alpha, it ain’t my job to help you through your heats.” His blatant rejection was like a slap to the face, your feet moving backwards as you stumbled. 

“What?” You asked, hoping, praying, that you had heard him wrong. 

“There ain’t nothing to discuss. Now I suggest you find somewhere to ride out your heat.” His words hardly a suggestion as his alpha command seeped into his words. You were helpless to do anything but obey him, turning on your heel as tears clouded your vision. 

-

“Damn it woman.” He sighed, the leather leads creaking in his hands as he clenched his fists. “That don’t mean I don’t care for you.” His words were tight, spoken through clenched teeth.

“I don’t need you Arthur.” You whimpered, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. “If I want to find someone to knot me through my heat, I’ll do just that.”

“Like hell you will!” He growled, snarling as he turned to face you. Your eyes widened as he met your gaze, red lined his eyes, the sigh of an incoming rut. A pitiful whimper left your lips, watching as his chest heaved with each labored breath. 

“You’re going into a rut.” You whispered, staring up at him as you clenched around nothing. He looked away, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. 

“You think I don’t wanna help you through your heat? You think I want you to be in pain?” He asked, shaking his head as he looked down at the dirt road. “But I can’t- I can’t promise it- it won’t take over.” It being the alpha inside him. A shiver ran down your spine despite the intense heat that burned you from the inside out.

An alpha in rut and an omega in heat was a recipe for disaster. Well, an unmated omega in heat. Bonded pairs often went into ruts and heats together, one being triggered by the other. But most omegas didn’t come out unmarked if their alpha was in a rut. Not to mention, it was the best time to breed.

“What if- what if I don’t want you to fight it.” You said breathlessly, your lids feeling heavy.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“I do!” You urged, stumbling forward. “What if my heat triggered your rut. What if-“

“Don’t say another word.” His scent was only getting stronger, and you had no doubt yours was the same. The gland on the side of his neck was red and glistening. 

“What if you’re meant to be my mate.”

“It’s your heat talking.” He snapped, turning to look at you. “If you were thinking clearly you wouldn’t- you wouldn’t want this. Wouldn’t want me.” His tone is harsh, covering up his obvious self deprecation. Wouldn’t want him? Wouldn’t want Arthur?

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’ve always wanted you.” You confessed, laying your hand on his arm. As your skin connected, your stomach clenched, your legs giving out from under you as Arthur’s hands grasped your waist.

“Let’s get you inside.” He breathed, his chest heaving as he pulled you along to the nearest hotel. Your mind was going fuzzy, his scent too overpowering as he led you into a room. “Make your nest.” He said, his tone gentle as he leaned against the door. You ripped at your clothes, tearing them off of your body as you began to build your nest. Tearing the bed apart as you laid the blankets out to your liking, adding your own dress and underclothes. For the first time all day you felt some sort of relief.

But you were missing something, missing Arthur. 

“Alpha.” You whined, sweat dripping down your body as the fever started to overtake you. The ache in your core growing as you rubbed at your clit. He stiffened, his fists clenched at his sides. “Please Arthur.” You cried, slipping a finger inside your dripping cunt, “Alpha please.” You arched your back, pushing your breasts up as you tried to entice him.

“It ain’t right.” He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head, “I can’t-“

“I want your knot, I want your mark.” You cried, adding another finger to your heat. Pumping them in and out as you writhed on the bed. It wasn’t enough. Your entire body was ablaze, and the only remedy was his knot. 

“You’re not thinking clearly.” He repeated, his boots scuffing against the floor as he fought against his primal instincts. 

���Oh fuck me Arthur!” You cried out, throwing your head back as your first orgasm washed over you. It soothed the ache, but only for a moment before the next cramp ripped through your body. 

His expression was pained, his brows drawn tight as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Darlin I-“ He shook his head, his resolve crumbling, “You know I want you so bad.”

“Then take me, please.” You whimpered, spreading your legs, his red rimmed eyes immediately drawn to your wet cunt. 

“Christ almighty.” He whispered, dropping to his knees as he crawled towards the bed. Pulling off his clothes as he drew closer. He laid his hand on the edge of the bed, his eyes finding yours.

“Come here.” You pleaded, giving him permission to enter your nest. He climbed onto the bed, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he quickly slotted himself between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs pressing into the swollen glands there. Slick mixing with your pheromones as you writhed under him. “Alpha!”

“Shhh,” He shushed you, “I’m gonna take care of you ‘mega, you know I always do.” He ripped off his shirt, sending the buttons flying across the room. You grabbed the blue fabric before he could discard it, tucking it into your nest. 

“Want you- want your knot- need your knot.” You babbled, reaching for him as he shucked off his pants. His cock bobbed up against his belly. Thick and weeping, as he settled between your legs. He lowered his head, running his nose against the gland on your neck as he scented you. 

“Fuck me darlin’-“ He groaned, white knuckling the fabric as he fought the urge to knot you right then and there, “Smell so damn good- always so goddamn good.” He dipped his hips, the mushroom head of his cock bumping against your clit. A cry ripped through your chest as you raised your hips, chasing after him. “Easy, easy sweetheart.”

“I can’t-“ You cried, tears springing to your eyes, “I need you, need you to knot me! Mark me!”

He thrust into you with a growl, filling you completely. Even with your slick it’s still a pinch, your mouth opens in a silent cry as you clenched down around him. Too sensitive and on edge to stave off your orgasm. Not that you would want to.  He doesn’t wait, pulling out to slam back into you. His cock rubbing up against your walls in a way that has your toes curling.

With each thrust he pushes you higher up on the bed, the headboard thudding against the wall. If the other customers at the inn couldn’t tell what was happening by the stifling scent of pheromones and moans, the slam of the wood against the wall was a dead giveaway.

“So tight- how the hell are you still this tight?” He gasped, clenching his jaw so tight his teeth ached. Fighting the urge to bite down on your swollen gland. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweet skin of your neck. You jolted, clenching down on him as a gasp left your lips. Your nails raked down his back, locking your legs over his hips.

“Y/n… omega…” His breath fanned against your neck as he panted against you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hotel room. 

“I want it-“ You whimpered, baring your neck as you pulled him closer. You knew what he was thinking, a pained groan rumbling through his chest. “We’re meant to be.”

If he marked you, you’d be branded not only with his mark but his scent. Anyone would be able to smell him on you, know that you were his mate. While that wasn’t a problem for law abiding citizens, Arthur had too many enemies. With a bounty on his head that size, not to mention O’Driscolls and Pinkertons on his tail. You’d be an easy target, something to be used against him. 

But goddamn it, he wanted you to be his. You were in every sense of the word, but still unmarked. Which meant any alpha or beta out there could still have you. 

Your hand reached up, cupping his cheek as you made him face him. Your eyes hazy, lined with omega silver as his hips pistoned in and out of you. Wincing slightly as the bulb of his knot began to swell. Catching around the ring of your cunt with every thrust. 

“Mark me. Make me yours.” You pleaded, your voice shaking as you clung to him. 

Arthur considered himself a strong willed man, with a good head on his shoulders. But at the end of the day he was only a man.

“I’ll take good care of you, omega.” He promised, sinking his teeth into your gland before he could change his mind. As his teeth pierced your neck, a mix of pleasure and pain washed over you. He growled against your skin, pushing deep inside you with a final thrust as his knot slipped within your pussy, locking the two of you together. Another orgasm washed over you as he began to fill you with his cum. The cramps in your belly almost nonexistent as you breathed out a content sigh. His jaw loosened, pulling away from your neck. His tongue lapped at the torn skin, cleaning you up as you laid boneless under him. 

His knot was still pulsing, pumping load after load inside you. Maybe this time it would take. That thought sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“C’mon darlin’.” He cooed softly, gently moving your legs off his hips. He tilted your body so you were on your side with him behind you. Both of you moaning as his knot tugged at your walls from the movement. “That’s better.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. His hand spread across your belly, warming your skin.

You could sense his fear, the insecurities lying deep within him. Your bond now set in stone, his feelings, his scent, all that stronger. 

“It wasn’t my heat talking.” You promised, his arm tightening around your waist.

“You’re still in heat.” He mumbled against your skin, running his nose up and down your neck as though he couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m clear enough to know that.” You said, turning your head to look back at him. “I’ve wanted you to mark me ever since you started helping me.” 

“I believe you.” He whispered, a myriad of emotions shining in his eyes. “I just- don’t know why you’d want to be tied to an old outlaw like me.” His gaze lowered, an almost shameful expression crossing his face.

“I don’t care what you’ve done Arthur.” You said softly, his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin.

“You should.” He mumbled, “If you were in your right mind you’d run as far away from me as possible-“

“I don’t care because I see you.” You said cutting him off, “Past the bullshit, past the persona you have to play, past even the alpha.” You placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. “I see you Arthur.” 

He pulled his hand away, your heart sinking. But before you could dwell on it, his hand tilted your jaw. Turning your head to look at him as he covered your lips with his. You eagerly returned the kiss, parting your lips as his tongue darted out to taste you. The metallic taste of your blood still heavy in his mouth.

“Don’t know how I got so lucky.” He mumbled breathlessly as he pulled away, “But I swear to you, I won’t let nothin’ hurt you. Even me.”

“I know you won’t.” You said, pressing your lips against his.

[itsnesss]

𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | at the sekai taikai, you reunite with your ex, the sensei of iron dragons. the tension between you is undeniable. after the competition, in a private moment, the attraction you both kept hidden for so long explodes

warnings | smut, explicit content, masturbation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The air at the Sekai Taikai was thick with tension. The competition between the dojos was unstoppable, but for you, the real battle began long before the first kicks were thrown. The reunion with him was about to happen.

It had been months since you last saw him. After the breakup, there hadn’t been a call or a message. As if everything between you had been erased in one swift blow. Yet, despite the years, everything still lingered in your mind, like a wound that never healed. You knew that the Wolf's Path dojo, your dojo, and Iron Dragons would compete, but deep down, you weren't prepared for what you'd face when you came face to face with him.

You were in your zone, preparing your students, when you saw him. He was standing at the end of the room, watching his own group with attention. The moment was brief, but long enough for your eyes to meet his. That same damn arrogant gleam you hated so much, yet secretly made you shiver, was back. His gaze was a mix of challenge and something else, something only you could recognize: repressed desire. And somehow, that made you feel vulnerable.

You walked toward him without thinking, your steps echoing across the polished floor. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. It never had been. But at least now, both of you were the leaders of your respective dojos, and that gave you both some control over the situation.

"Looks like you’re still leading your students like a dictator," he said, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"And you’re still with that arrogant attitude, huh? Still using your students as pawns in a chess game?" you replied, your voice a little firmer than you expected.

The conversation was tense, but not only because of the words. The air between you was thick with history, with passions that had never truly extinguished. The fight in the ring was just an excuse for the battle that was raging inside each of you.

"So, how have you been, really?" he asked, his gaze softening, as if looking for a crack in the relationship you once shared.

You stopped for a moment. You couldn’t show weakness, not now. "I’m fine," you said, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You couldn’t let him notice. "And you, still playing your dirty games?

He chuckled, that low, dangerous laugh that had once captivated you. "I’ve never changed," he said, stepping a little closer to you. "And I don’t think I ever will."

You felt trapped, but not by his presence. It was the attraction you’d always felt for him. The spark that, although you tried to extinguish it, was still alive. You wanted to push him away, shove him far, but desire had everything under control.

"So, you think this is the place to settle old scores?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to maintain an air of indifference.

"Maybe not here. But I’m sure after all this... there are plenty of things we need to clear up."

The challenge was in the air. Neither one of you was willing to back down, but the eye contact was just as powerful as ever. The attraction was there, palpable, even if neither of you admitted it.

The tournament went on, and the heat of the competition grew with each round. When you finally found yourselves on the battlefield, the Wolf's Path dojo and Iron Dragons showed their best. The precise movements of your students met the controlled brutality of his. Sweat, punches, and adrenaline filled the air, but for you, there was something more important than just winning.

The match ended with Iron Dragons as the winner, but the real fight had only just begun. In the locker rooms, after the students had left, you found yourself alone with him.

"I think it was a tie," he said, slowly approaching.

"It was," you replied, trying to stay calm, though his closeness was starting to affect you. "Now what?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. "I miss you," he whispered, his words almost lost among the distant noise of the dojo.

It was an unexpected confession. The emotions you had buried deep inside you began to bubble to the surface. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward him. The tension that had been building all day exploded in that instant, and in one swift movement, your lips found his.

It was a fierce kiss, full of the frustration and desire both of you had been holding back for so long. It wasn’t gentle or soft. It was fiery, as if all the lost time between you was being consumed by the heat of the moment. You clung to him, letting your fingers trace his back, while he gently pushed you against the wall.

You felt lost in his touch, in his kiss. The contact between you two was electric, and you couldn’t fight it. Every inch of your body burned with the same desire you had felt from the first moment you met him. In that moment, everything else faded away. There were no rules, no rival dojos, only him and you.

"Do you know what I want?" he whispered, his voice deep and full of intent.

"I know," you replied, breathless, not wanting to stop what had just begun.

His breath was ragged, his fingers roamed your skin, searching for your soft skin. Your hand slid down, searching for his groin. You found it hard, ready for you, and your heart raced with anticipation.

"God" you murmured, as you approached him. "I'm sorry..."

"I don't need you to feel it," he said, caressing your cheek. "I need you to let me do it".

Her voice was serious, but her eyes sparkled with the same dangerous glint that had always attracted you. You bent down a little, allowing him to pull down your pants and underwear. In seconds, you found yourself sitting on one of the benches, with him between your legs, looking at you with the intensity that only he was capable of making you feel.

The anticipation had driven you to the limit. You needed him inside you. You felt it there, pressing against your wet lips. "Please," you said, barely able to speak.

"I want you to come closer".

He smiled. That damned smile that had always been able to make you forget everything else. "I won't do it," he said. "Not yet. Do you remember how we used to like it?"

His voice was a whisper in your ear, but you knew exactly what he wanted. You had longed for it for a long time, without admitting it. "Yes, I remember" you said. "But..."

"If I do this to you, if you like me like this, I promise I can be inside you for much longer," he said, as he began to kiss your neck. "And I can assure you that I will make you enjoy it a lot".

It was impossible to resist him. It never had been. You felt yourself falling into the abyss of his eyes, losing all ability to fight. You wanted the same thing as him.

You nodded, and he began to slide his index finger along the curve of your wet lips. That was all you needed to start moving towards him. His fingers found your clitoris and began to trace it with soft and precise movements.

"God..." you murmured. "That's incredible".

He laughed softly while kissing your neck, playing with your sensitive skin. "You could never forget me" he whispered. "Nor this..."

Your hips began to move up and down, towards him, seeking him out. His fingers had brought you very close to the peak, but you didn't want to end it that way. "I want you to be inside," you said.

"No," he murmured, increasing the pressure on your clitoris.

"Please...".

"Say that you need me," he said. "Say that I do what you like".

"Yes..." you replied. "Please, I need..."

"What do you need, huh?" he murmured. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to touch me like this," you said, starting to move your hips up and down.

"And what else?"

"I want to see you masturbate," you said, and your words seemed to surprise him. "I want to see your fingers on you while you make me enjoy".

That seemed to make him laugh a little. "I think this is new," he said.

"It's something I've always wanted" you replied. "I like seeing you like this".

"You are incredible" he said. "Sometimes I wonder how I could let you go..."

And before you could respond, he took your face in his hands and kissed you, deeply. His mouth slid over yours, his lips sucking yours. And in that moment, you felt yourself melt under his fingers.

"Go on..." you told him. "I want to see you like this".

He nodded and began to masturbate slowly, looking you in the eyes. His breathing was rapid, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Your hips kept moving up and down over his fingers, while his movements became faster. At one moment, he stopped and stood up. He approached you, and without you saying another word, he penetrated you fully.

You felt it there, hard and big inside you, while his eyes met yours. It was exactly as you remembered. You felt it filling you, taking control of every inch of you. And as you began to move beneath him, his breath became a whisper that enveloped your entire body.

"You make me lose control," he murmured.

"That's what I want" you said, panting. "I want to feel you like this...".

His fingers caressed you, playing with the curve of your breasts. That was enough for you to start reaching the peak.

He paused for a moment, looking at you. His eyes shone, but he didn't respond. Instead, he slid out a little, just to penetrate you once more. That was all you needed to reach the peak, with a muffled scream.

He took you, penetrating you again and again, until he also reached his climax. He emptied himself into you, spilling onto your soft lips. And there they were, both of them, with their bodies intertwined, as the slow breathing led us into calmness.

When they finally separated, both were breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes as if the reality of what had happened was still settling in.

"This doesn't change anything," you said, trying to regain your composure, even though you knew deep down that everything had changed.

"I know," he said, as he slowly let you go. "But I will never lose you again".

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Watchful

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You get to the bottom of why Carlos hasn't been sleeping.

CW: none, just a some self-indulgent fluff.

Parenting was much more difficult than you had imagined. You had heard the horror stories, and luckily your daughter was a good baby; everything was just hard. You were constantly tired, despite Carlos taking time off to be there with you. On top of that, even now that your daughter was sleeping through the night, neither you nor Carlos seemed to be any less exhausted. If anything, Carlos was even more tired now than he had been before.

You weren't sure what was going on, but Carlos was just sitting silently and suffering through it. You could see it starting to weigh on him in the way his shoulders were constantly slumping or how he'd almost fall asleep the second he sat down. Even now, he was struggling to stay awake as the two of you ate breakfast together.

"It's supposed to rain today, so I was hoping that we could have a nice day in. Maybe cozy up together in bed," you suggested. Carlos smiled at the idea. It had been a long time since you'd done something nice like that for yourselves. Everything had been about either the baby or Carlos trying to take care of you.

"Yeah, just let me set up the portable crib," Carlos said. You watched him hop up from his seat. You loved the way that Carlos always wanted to be around Valentina, but you had hoped for time just with Carlos. He was a great dad, taking to it much quicker than either of you had expected. Ex-mercenary didn't exactly sound like the most family friendly occupation in the world.

You finished your coffee and then got up to make your way back to bed. Carlos was holding Valentina in his arms, cradling her as he walked around your bedroom. You could hear him speaking to her in Spanish, something small that he did to make sure that she had a strong foundation with the language. Carlos had told you a few times that he wanted your daughter to know both English and Spanish.

"Oh look who it is! There's Mommy Val! Isn't she just the prettiest?" The excitement in Carlos' voice bubbled over in your daughter. She looked at you in the same way that he did sometimes. Your heart swelled in your chest as your eyes watered. You had a very loving family, something that you had been afraid you wouldn't get after everything you'd been through.

"Do you want to bring her to the bed?" you asked him. Carlos didn't even wait to let you finish the question. He sat up by the pillows, holding Valentina against his chest. She looked half-asleep, and despite how tired Carlos had been before, he was surprisingly alert as he watched her. "She's practically out like a light."

"She's a heavy sleeper, gets that from me," Carlos said proudly. Valentina was a pretty heavy sleeper, as was Carlos. You were certain that both of them could sleep through explosions if you'd let them. Waking Carlos up in the morning was like a chore, and you were glad that Valentina didn't have any real obligations like school yet.

"It's a good thing with her for now, but you'll be on wake ups for school when that time comes. Now, let me put her down so that we can get more rest. You look like you haven't slept in days," you teased. Carlos huffed as he handed Valentina over to you. You placed her in the portable crib Carlos had set up by the bed before turning around to face Carlos again. He was sitting up a bit more to look inside the crib, watching Valentina like he was afraid something would happen.

You curled up to his side on the bed again. He had been working out again to get ready to go back to work. You missed the softness of his body, the bit of fat that had begun to pad his muscled physique. Carlos would always look good because he took care of himself, but the lapses in his formerly intense routine had begun to show. Still, he was every bit as attractive to you, maybe even more so.

"Carlos, you can relax too. Val's asleep, I'm getting tired again, and I know that you're exhausted. Just close your eyes and drift away for a bit," you told him. Carlos tried, but it didn't work. He was nearly asleep when he heard the little cough come from Valentina's crib. He shot up at that, jostling you awake as well. This time, Carlos was standing over the crib with a worried expression on his face.

"Sorry, go back to sleep. I'll watch her for a bit," Carlos tried telling you. You didn't listen to him, instead getting up and standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his waist. "You're tired, go back to sleep."

"Not unless you come with me. You can't stay up and watch her forever. Come on, back to bed with you." You pulled Carlos back, slightly surprised that he was letting you move him. It wasn't easy, but you managed to get him laid down long enough for him to fall asleep. It wasn't for long, but you were glad that he at least got about an hour more of rest. And if when you woke up for lunch, Carlos was carrying Valentina around the apartment, you didn't mention it.

[phantomdreamgirl]

Every time He smiles, My Heart Breaks

(18+)

Familyvideo!steve harrington x reader

After Steve broke your heart back in high school, you spent the next few years avoiding him until you found yourself leaning against the video store counter, falling for his charms all over again.

Standing in line at Family Video, you clutch the two VHS tapes you're holding to your chest. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, as you eye how many people are ahead of you. You knew coming in on a Saturday night was a bad idea, but you were in need of one of your comfort movies and would risk waiting in an obscenely long line to get it.

You sigh before you see an overwhelmed Robin yell for Steve to come to the counter.

Shit.

You weren't expecting to see him tonight or ever, as every time you'd been there in the past, you had just missed him. A cold sweat forms on your brow as you reluctantly take a step forward. A simple trip to the video store was quickly turning into your worst nightmare, as you inch closer and closer to the guy responsible for the worst heartbreak of your life.

You try to stay to the right, where the line branches off, in hopes of ending up with Robin instead. Your hopes are soon crushed however, as the person in front of you chooses her to rant at over their late fees.

"I can help whoever's next," you then hear a familiar voice say.

You look over at him and he flashes a faint smile, as recognition registers on his face. You smile politely in return as you approach the counter. You set the tapes down in front of you, now aware of how clammy your hands are.

"Hey," he greets as he assesses the tapes. "How have you been?"

"Good, just busy. What about you?" You ask, as your eyes meet his.

You forgot just how mesmerizing they were. So many memories suddenly flood your mind as you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

"Same, actually, as you can see it can get pretty crazy in here some nights," he replies, scanning one of the tapes. "Oh, Flashdance, nice. I remember how much you liked this one."

"You should, that was one of our best dates," you say with a laugh.

"Yeah," he smiles. "It was. Then you played the soundtrack in your car nonstop afterwards."

"I still do sometimes," you reveal.

Steve averts his eyes from yours before asking you for the store rewards card. You hand it to him and he holds it for a second before handing it back to you.

"You know what? These are on the house," he says, handing the tapes back to you.

"What? I don't-" you begin to protest when he's leaning over the counter, closer to you.

You then instinctively lean against the counter, towards him. He's so close you can smell traces of the minty gum he was chewing earlier.

"Would you mind waiting until after I get this line down? I wanna talk to you about something," he whispers, causing your body to tense up.

"Yeah, sure," you quickly reply, earning another smile from him.

You step to the side of the counter, again clutching the tapes to your chest as you wait. Your mind's racing with a million possibilities for what he would want to talk to you about. Maybe he's finally going to apologize for how he treated you back in high school. Would he even care about that now? Should you still care about it as much as you do? Why do you still let him get to you? The questions are endless until you hear Steve softly saying your name.

He steps out from behind the counter and stands next to you.

"Can I walk you out to your car?" He asks, pointing to the parking lot. "It's too crowded in here."

You nod, and he gestures for you to walk in front of him. He hurries ahead of you to get the door, holding it open so the two of you can exit into the chilly, February evening.

He follows you to your car and waits as you toss the tapes into the passenger seat.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" You ask, after turning to face him.

"I, um, have been thinking about you a lot lately," he begins, slightly nervous, "and I know that probably sounds really weird since we haven't talked in years, and I know that's my fault, but I... I just want to apologize for how shitty I was to you when we broke up-"

"You mean when you left me for Nancy?" You interrupt, folding your arms across your chest.

"Yeah, I was a total jerk about it, and I'm sorry," he replies, with a pout. "You deserved a better guy than me anyway."

Your expression softens as you notice the sadness in his eyes.

"I wouldn't go that far," you console. "You were a good boyfriend, we were happy."

"Its hard for me to remember sometimes," he admits, kicking some of the loose gravel beneath his feet. "Sometimes all I can remember is how I hurt you."

"That's all I can remember sometimes, too," you confess, meeting his sad gaze.

"I'm just so sorry for all of it and I want to make it up to you," he continues, hopeful. "Valentines day is coming up and I was wondering, if you'd want to go to dinner with me? If you don't already have plans..."

"I-" you start to reply, as his proposition has seemingly rendered you speechless.

"I'll totally understand if you don't want to, since you probably still hate me," he adds, now just rambling. "I'd still hate me too."

You then reach out and lightly grip the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "I don't hate you, Steve," you assure.

His face instantly lights up with a smile that still gives you butterflies.

"You don't?"

You shake your head. "I could never hate you."

"Would you be willing to go out with me, then?" He asks again, noticing how you're still holding onto him.

"I would," you quietly answer, as you feel him wrapping his arms around you.

"Yeah?" He questions, still with a smile.

You nod.

He pulls you into him, against his warm, broad chest and whatever thoughts of protest leave your mind.

"I won't mess this up again," he breathes, gazing into your eyes.

Your hand moves from his sleeve to his green vest as he leans in close. You grip it so tightly, turning your knuckles white. His nose brushes yours before he presses the softest kiss to your lips.

You should be embarrassed by how easily you melt into his arms, but in the moment, you can't bring yourself to care. His lips feel so right, everything about him feels right. It's a feeling you've never felt with anyone else and its all encompassing.

The intensity of his kiss grows as he pins you against the side of your car. He presses more of his body against you, as it seems he's just as caught up in how good it feels to have you back in his arms.

"I've missed you," he murmurs, into a kiss.

Before you can respond, you hear Robin calling out for him.

"Steve! Stop making out with the customers and get your ass back in here!"

"Just give me a sec, Rob," he replies, looking over at her. "This is kinda important."

She rolls her eyes before noticing you're who he's with. "Oh... just make it quick."

You each exchange awkward smiles before she disappears inside the store.

"Sorry about that," Steve apologizes, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

"Its okay," you assure, sweetly. "I should go, anyway. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the big boss."

He playfully scoffs. "Don't worry about that. Keith needs me and he knows it."

He leans in again, and asks with his thumb caressing your cheek, "Can I call you later?"

"Yeah, I just need to give you my new number," you reply, while digging into your purse for a pen. You pull one out, excitedly, but then realize you don't have anything to write on. An idea flickers across your face as you tell him to hold out his hand.

He does so, with a smile, before you write your number on his palm.

You then smile up at him and see a familiar glint in his eyes. You remember how he used to look at you like that all time and it always made you dizzy with love.

"You're adorable," he breathes, pulling you back to him for another kiss.

You whine his name against his lips, gently pushing him away, knowing that if you didn't stop him, you'd never leave.

"Alright," he huffs, pulling away. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay," you smile, as he takes a few steps back allowing you to get into your car.

He watches you leave, standing in place until your car disappears into the distance.

You have a dumb smile plastered on your lips the whole way back to your house. Only in your dreams could you have imagined such an interaction with him. You only wish he would've come to this realization sooner, but you're grateful nonetheless.

He makes good on his promise to call you that night, as the phone rings around ten.

"I didn't wake you up or anything, did I?" He asks, sweetly.

"No, I'm still up," you reply, smiling into the phone.

"Okay, good."

You both then talk for the next hour and a half, until you're both almost dozing off.

"I'm really glad you came in today," he quietly admits.

"I am, too," you say, holding the phone close.

"I've been wanting to say all that to you for so long, it was eating me up inside," he continues. "I miss what we had and I'm sorry for ruining it."

Your heart melts at his admission.

"It means a lot to hear you say that, but you don't have to keep apologizing," you say with a laugh.

"I know, but I still feel so guilty, like, you really loved me and I threw it away for someone who never could," he counters.

"Yeah," you sigh, "but you're making up for it now."

"I didn't expect you to be this forgiving," he admits, also with a laugh.

"Neither did I, but I guess that's part of growing up."

"I guess so," he agrees, with a relieved smile.

You lay on your side, switching the phone to your other ear, imagining his pretty face across from yours.

"I really wanna kiss you right now," he breathes, his voice soft and sleepy.

You smile, burying your face in your pillow. You're about to reply when you hear light snoring and quickly realize he's fallen asleep. After quietly giggling, you listen to him breathe, closing your eyes and pretending he's laying next to you. You almost doze off yourself until the phone slips out of your hand.

"Goodnight Steve," you whisper before turning over to hang up the phone.

Steve calls you every night leading up to your date. It amazes you with how easy it is for him to become a part of your life again.

The night before, he's still vague on the details about your date, saying that it's a surprise. He does tell you to wear something nice, so that probably means that you're going somewhere fancy. You already have the perfect outfit in mind, as you've been saving it for a special occasion.

The following evening, you're getting dressed in your room. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you gently pull black tights up and over your legs, covering the black lace underneath. You then shimmy your way into your black, velvet long-sleeve dress. Walking over to the mirror, you adjust it and make sure it fits just right. You smile at the little red hearts embroidered on it, thinking how this was the perfect dress for Valentines Day.

Turning away from your reflection, you slip into matching black heels before putting on your favorite pair of earrings. You then look over your appearance one last time before you hear the doorbell ring. Long dormant butterflies flutter back to life as you hurry to put on your burgundy coat and sling your purse over your shoulder.

Upon opening the door, you're met with a ridiculously handsome Steve, seemingly also dressed in all black, under his charcoal colored coat. You can't help but gasp at the sight of him.

"Hey," he greets, with a smile, reaching for you.

"Hi," you reply, as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He pulls you to him, pressing his lips to your cheek, as to not ruin your lipstick. Your eyes close as you inhale his cologne. It's different from what he used to wear, but you think it suits him even more.

"You look gorgeous, as always," he breathes, with his lips still at your cheek.

"Thanks," you dreamily reply, "so do you."

"Thanks," he echoes, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You're already consumed by the warmth that radiates from him, that you momentarily forget about the chilly night air around you. You weren't aware how much you missed it until then.

"Ready to go?" He softly asks, between planting little kisses across your cheek.

You nod, dreamily smiling up at him when he pulls away.

He then escorts you to his car, opening the door for you and making sure your coat didn't get caught in it once you get inside.

After he gets in and begins driving out of town, you playfully question where he's taking you. "So, can I at least have a hint about where we're going or...?"

He softly laughs before answering, "I've kept up the suspense long enough. There's a new Italian place that just opened up in the next town over, so I thought we'd go there. Believe it or not, my parents actually raved about it, and they don't like anything, so I'm guessing it must be pretty good."

"Oh," you smile, relieved. "That sounds great then."

"I told you I wanna make up for everything, so I wanted to take you somewhere nice," he adds, glancing over at you and gently taking your hand.

You smile in return as he squeezes, affectionately.

After he parks in the overflowing parking lot, you start to open your door when he stops you. He quickly hops out and hurries over to the passenger side of the car.

"Allow me," he says, helping you out of the car.

"Such the gentleman tonight," you tease, as he wraps his arm around you.

"Um, excuse me, I'm always a gentleman," he reminds, with faux annoyance.

"I know," you agree, leaning into him.

Once inside, you both quickly see how crowded it is, with angry wives and girlfriends, furious that there's no tables available without a reservation. You nervously look to Steve who assures you that he has it covered. He strolls up to the host stand and tells the frazzled hostess that he has a reservation for two under Harrington. She checks the leather bound notebook in front of her and smiles when she finds his name. After grabbing two menus, she looks up at him and says to follow her.

You could feel the hateful looks as you and Steve walk into the dining room. The hostess seats you at a secluded booth, complete with candle lit ambience.

"I must say I'm pretty impressed so far," you admit, while taking off your coat.

"That was the goal," he smirks, while also shedding his.

When he glances up at you again, he's taken aback by how you look in the soft light.

"God, you're beautiful," he quietly laments, reaching across the table to hold your hand.

Both his words and his constant need to touch you has you blushing. He wasn't like this when you were together before and it's a welcome change. He really has grown up a lot in these last few years, you think, as he gazes at you so adoringly.

"You say that like you're just now realizing it," you smile.

"In a way, I am," he replies, seemingly lovesick. "I was such an idiot before, letting you go... I'm not gonna make that mistake again."

He's looking at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. You know he means every word.

While you ate, Steve couldn't keep from staring at you. His honeyed gaze was soft at first but soon darkened as his thoughts drifted to your perfect lips. He longed to see them parted and slick from his kisses before you breathed his name in the delicate way that he loved. He discreetly reaches under the table to adjust himself, willing himself to make it through the first half of your date.

His staring doesn't go unnoticed, as it makes you feel so desirable. You haven't felt like this in years, and it has you clenching the napkin in your lap. You can see the deliciously filthy thoughts hidden behind his eyes, and you're fighting the urge to drag him out to his car and fuck him in the backseat.

You both struggle to maintain your innocent facades for the remainder of your meal. After paying the check, Steve escorts you out of the restaurant with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He has you pulled so close that your hips brush his as you walk.

When he has you alone in the parking lot, he presses your back to his passenger side door. A surprised gasp slips from your lips before his body engulfs yours. He kisses you so deeply it literally knocks the breath out of you. In a daze, you wrap your arms around him, with your hands curling under his coat's collar, at the back of his neck. You're almost afraid to touch his skin, fearing it'll be as searing as his kiss.

"I want you so fucking bad," he finally pants, allowing you to breathe.

"I want you, too," you reply, still gasping for air.

"Wanna go back to my place?" He asks, slipping his hands under your coat.

He squeezes your hips, making you whimper up at him.

You nod, and he kisses you again.

During the ride back to Hawkins, you reach into your purse and into your makeup case. Once you have your tube of lipstick in hand, you flip the sun visor in front of you down and open the lighted mirror on the back. Steve curiously watches as you reapply the sultry shade of crimson you wore earlier that night. He's not entirely sure why, but he feels his pants tightening at the sight of your painted lips.

After parking in his parent's driveway, he reaches for you, wanting to pull you in for another desperate kiss. You put your manicured finger to his lips, stopping him.

"Wait until we get inside, handsome," you smile as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

He nods, before pressing a kiss to your fingertip.

He then can't get out of the car fast enough, still going around to the side to open your door for you.

Once the front door is unlocked, you pull him inside, towards the living room. You're both surprised and glad that the house's layout has remained virtually unchanged since you were last there. You lead him to the couch and gently push him down, onto it. He gazes up at you, completely enamored as you straddle him.

You teasingly grind against him while his hands settle on your hips. Your hands move from his shoulders to his hair as you lean in close. His eyes close as he anticipates your kiss only to be surprised when your attention drifts lower, to his neck.

You nuzzle your nose against his skin, allowing his cologne to intoxicate you again.

"I've really missed you," you breathe before pressing a kiss to his freckled skin.

"I've missed you, too," he replies, breathless, "so fuckin' much."

"I don't ever want us to be apart again," you continue, between more crimson kisses.

"We won't be, I won't let it happen," he assures, as he shifts underneath you.

You smile against his skin before kissing your way to his collarbone.

"You promise?" You ask, peering up at him with doe eyes while you unbutton his shirt.

He swallows clumsily as he nods. "Yeah, I promise, honey."

After his shirt is unbuttoned halfway, you glide your nails through his newly exposed chest hair. The prettiest sounds fall from his lips and you can feel how he's throbbing underneath you, growing more desperate by the minute. You lean into him again, this time nuzzling your face to his chest. You flick your tongue over his nipple making him shiver above you.

"Christ, honey, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep teasing me like this," he warns, raggedly.

You look up at him again, proud to have scored a rare victory over Steve Harrington.

"Am I too much of a tease for you?" You ask, after raising your head to fully meet his gaze.

"You already know the answer to that," he breathes before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You move your hips again, subtly grinding against his strained bulge. His move instinctively with yours, still so desperate.

"Wait," he pants, after breaking the kiss. "Before we go any further, we need to go upstairs. I wanna do this right."

You look at his disheveled hair and lipstick stained lips and smile.

You reply with a soft kiss before he guides you to the stairs.

You instantly feel like a teenager again, following him to his room for the first time. That room holds so many memories that it feels surreal being back there.

Steve saunters to the bed, with his hand still entwined with yours. He stops in front of it and begins undressing. Your eyes travel his body, noting how he's definitely improved with age. When he's only left in his tight, black underwear, he sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at you.

The hungry look in his eyes is your silent cue to also undress. You slip your arms out of the sleeves of your dress and shimmy out of it. You try to take off your tights as seductively as you can, as the heat from his gaze is overwhelming.

You toss them to the floor, leaving you in your lacy, black lingerie. You then take a few steps closer to him, standing between his spread legs. His hands are immediately on you, roaming your body like it's already his.

"So fuckin' gorgeous," he laments, in awe of the sight before him.

"You're not so bad yourself," you reply, combing your fingers through his hair.

He smiles before leaning up to kiss you. Before you know it, he has you on your back, trailing kisses across your chest. You whine his name, fingers curling into his hair when you feel him leaving hickies on your sensitive skin.

"Every inch of you is fucking perfect," he pants, as he kisses down your stomach. "I want you to always remember that, okay?"

He glances up at you, his eyes consumed with desire. You nod, breathless and dazed. He returns his focus to your hips, nibbling on them before kissing lower, to the waist of your panties. He teases you by kissing around the soft skin of your thighs, before pressing his lips to the black lace. He presses his tongue against the soaked fabric, tasting your arousal. He moans into you before pressing more kisses to your clothed core.

His large hands grip your hips, holding you in place as you writhe against the bed. You whine and cry his name, begging for more. He soon releases his grip long enough to rip your panties down your legs and throw them to the side.

His mouth is on you again, greedily licking and kissing the most delicate part of you. Your fingers claw at his scalp, pulling at his hair when he fucks you with his tongue. His nails are digging into your skin as he moans into you. He's so painfully hard now that he's grinding himself against the bed.

You whine his name again, your body trembling around him. Moans and cries of his name echo off his bedroom walls as he brings you closer to release. He's relentless in how he's devouring you, vowing not to stop until you make a mess on his face.

He gets his wish when your thighs clamp around his head and your voice is practically horse from screaming his name. He keeps lapping at you, moaning loudly as well, though it's muffled. He finally looks up at you, pretty face grinning and glistening. He rests his cheek against your thigh, while you catch your breath.

"You're even sweeter than I remembered," he smiles, making you cover your face with your hands.

He then crawls up your body, hovering his face over yours. You reach for him, eagerly pulling him into a kiss. He presses his body to yours and you feel an unfamiliar dampness on your lower half.

"Did you...?" You ask, pulling away slightly.

"I think so, yeah," he cringes.

"That's so hot," you breathe, before kissing him again.

He whimpers into it, his sweaty body melting into yours.

"You should take them off anyway," you say, running your finger along the waistband of his underwear.

He immediately rolls onto his back and pulls his sticky underwear down his legs. He throws them to the floor then lays next to you. His eyes stay fixed on you as you sit up just enough to unclasp your bra. Once it slips off onto the floor, he's on top of you.

"So fucking pretty," he breathes, with his lips brushing yours. "Still want me, honey?"

"I want you," you whine. "I need you Steve, please..."

He rewards you with a kiss as he reaches between you and strokes himself.

"Say it again," he breathily commands, against your lips.

"I need you, Steve," you repeat, with your hands cradling his face.

"I'm yours, honey," he pants, as he eases himself inside you. "I always will be."

You gasp, your hands dropping to his shoulders as he slowly pushes in.

"Steve, I-" you say, your nails digging into his skin.

"I know, but you can take it," he assures. "I know you can, honey."

He kisses you again, distracting you from the stretch of him now deep inside you.

"See? Like I said, so goddamn perfect," he praises, between kisses.

You struggle to kiss him back, as you're already overwhelmed with pleasure.

His thrusts start out slow, letting you acclimate to him. Memories of all the times you were together like this in this room, in this bed, flood your mind. It's almost too much as tears well in your eyes.

"Hey, what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?" He softly asks, stilling his hips.

A light shade of pink covers your already flushed cheeks as you gaze up at him wistfully.

"This just feels so familiar, you know?" You explain, slightly embarrassed. "Like, remembering everything that happened here is just hitting me and it's a lot."

"I know what you mean," he admits, surprising you. "Being here can be too much for me sometimes, too."

He leans in and just nuzzles his nose against yours.

"I just really loved you and you broke my heart, and I almost never recovered," you reveal.

"'Loved?' So you don't feel that way anymore?" He questions, his lip starting to quiver.

"I still do," you answer, tearfully. "I love you, Steve."

He blinks away his own tears and sighs your name. "I love you, too, so goddamn much it hurts."

He presses his lips to yours excitedly. He breathes how much he loves you with every kiss as his hips start to move again. Once he sets a good rhythm, he buries his face in your neck, flicking his tongue over your skin before leaving little reminders of his affection.

You whimper his name, as you tighten your legs around his waist. He raises his head to kiss you again while his hips roughly meet yours. You know neither one of you is going to last much longer, as you're crying his name again and he's moaning more words of praise.

"Fuck, honey, I love you...I fucking love you so much..." he pants, before collapsing on top of you.

"I love you, too," you reply, combing your fingers through the ends of his hair.

He moves to lay next to you and quickly pulls you to him. You feel the scratch of his chest hair against your cheek when you rest your head against him.

After you each just lie there, listening to the other breathe, he finally says, "This is how it always should've been. It was always meant to be you."

You raise your head and look into his soft, hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it," he continues as you smile.

"It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that we found our way back to each other,"you reply, reaching to cup his cheek.

"Will you spend the night with me?" He then asks, bringing his hand up and placing it over yours.

You nod, moving closer to his face. "Tonight and every night."

He smiles before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

What started out as your worst nightmare turned into a dream come true, as you were reunited with the love of your life. And it was all because of a simple trip to the video store.

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MORE HANDS, LESS WORDS

Summary: Billy honestly hadn't expected to bond so quickly with his downstairs neighbor but now when he wants to vent and plot questionable methods of problem solving THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON HE'S BARGING IN ON

Warnings: deaf!reader, AFAB!reader, no real physical descriptions, swearing, mentions of violence

There was nothing Billy hated more than loud incompetent assholes. He had met more than his fair share of them in the military, hell, even before he ever considered enlisting but just because they were always around and more common than the cold didn't make them any less infuriating. Billy wasn't sure if he wanted to wring the guy's neck with his silk tie or string him up by his toes and skin him alive but he did know one thing-- HE KNEW WHO TO ASK.

There wasn't ever any use in knocking. Despite his constant complaints about your safety and the shitty neighborhood you seemed more than determined to wind up murdered. He even considered nailing the windows shut considering your apartment was ground level but he knew the second he did you'd take the whole damn window out. JUST TO PROVE YOUR POINT. The only good thing about your inability to practice self-preservation is that Billy had full access to you whenever he decided he wanted it. He had a key and it was connected to his own personal penthouse key as if yours was a second home but again-- he found your door unlocked. SHOCKER.

Without thinking Billy flashed your living room lights alerting you to his arrival but you didn't seem in any particular hurry to turn away from whatever program you were currently enthralled with. Didn't stop Billy from immediately announcing, "How the fuck do you get a cover shot on fucking FORBES magazine and not have a fucking inkling how to keep a damn appointment?" Steam came out the man's ears as he tugged at his tie with violent yanking motions. Whether he wanted to loosen the tie's knot or rip the thing off you weren't sure even he knew but you kept mum noticing he wasn't nearly finished, "Not only was I stuck there for three hours waiting for his ass to show up," Billy threw his suit jacket onto the couch by your head barely missing it when you didn't move quick enough, "he tried fuckin gaslighting me! Thought I was some pushover he could throw his weight around and bully into apologizing for his fuck up!" Billy's burning glare shot towards you seeing you watching him intently, nodding along to his complaining but otherwise unreadable.

If he wasn't so pissed off Billy would have noticed a few key details. One being your television's sound was completely off which wasn't in of itself a tell-tale sign but coupled with your unreadable expression and the intense stare you had fixed on his mouth gave it all away. Your hearing aid wasn't in. Billy was so wrapped up in his own head, stalking back and forth in your small apartment, fuming and practically eating his own teeth by grinding them so harshly, he didn't notice you being completely lost until he asked you a question and was answered with only.. silence. Stopping short in front of your couch, Billy turned to face you deciding you'd taken long enough to answer. Keeping your eyes on his, face blank and eyes just as flat, you simply lifted another forkful of noodles into your mouth. Billy's lips twitched upward at the ridiculously casual way you munched on your ramen like a fucking cow. Slurping and chewing deliberately and with all the time in the world. The grin it earned you had your own smile threatening to take over as realization dawned.

"You didn't hear a damn thing, did'ya, sweetheart?" Billy accused through a growing chuckle but you just blinked at him dumbly before dropping your eyes to his hands. Shaking his head at your antics, Billy mumbled a bemused curse but fell onto your couch beside you, legs falling open comfortably and head turning to eye you. Your own met his, mouth still working wave after wave of noodles into your hungry maw. Waiting. Billy lifted his hands giving you a moment: RICH GUY FUCKED ME OVER

THAT PRICK

YEAH. TRIED TO GASLIGHT ME TOO. THOUGHT HE'D GET ME COWERING

You blew a raspberry with your tongue and Billy laughed. Something he always felt like he hadn't done in years. Something he often thought he no longer knew how to do. Something you got out of him as easily as breathing and you didn't even realize it.

LETS KILL HIM

Billy laughed again as your eyes lit up excitedly at your suggestion. Without his agreeing or further prompting, you rocketed forward to shove your bowl of noodles onto the coffee table peeling back while simultaneously turning to face him fully.

SINCE I WAS A KID I'VE HAD THIS IDEA--

Billy would never admit it to you, or even himself, but the nights he got to spend there with you on your couch either bullshitting or planning an elaborate way of getting away with murder were times he replayed over and over. They were the only thoughts that helped him sleep. And that terrified him but GOD he wasn't going to give you up. He wasn't that selfless.

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“In your reality, maybe," He muttered under his breath as she insisted that her own perspective was the only version of the truth that could possibly exist. "Still not measuring up? Still? When were all of these other times I apparently rejected you before your birthday?" He blinked over at her in disbelief. "For the love of god, I can not read your mind! I'm not going to assume anyone wants me to kiss them unless they make it explicitly clear that they do or ask and, as for that night, did you ever think what might have happened if you stuck around longer than 60 seconds to find out? You were the one who ran out. You had already decided the way the night would go before you even gave me a chance to make a move, because yeah, my reaction wasn't 'enthusiastic' enough for you, and you can feel disappointed, but the part of the night, you seem to be forgetting is how I went after you. I went after you and, in doing so, was jumped, drugged and dragged out of town." If she wanted to talk disappointment, how the fuck did she think he felt when he was chained to the wall waiting for anyone to find him only to discovered that no one had even looked?

"Try and understand things from your perspective?" He genuinely scoffed at that. While, he wasn't about to make her feel bad for not having searched for him when he was gone, the notion that he hadn't been trying to understand things from her perspective before was rich coming from her. "Who the hell's perspective do you think I was trying to view shit from when I said I wasn't trying to embarrass you?" He exclaimed. As if him not wanting to put her on the spot and embarrass her by bringing up how she got drunk, showed up at his job in front of his coworkers and started to strip down was such a hot take. "You know, what? You're right, Dilan. I'm a fucking disappointment. I clearly don't act the way you want me to and never will."

"No..." His own voice sounded raw and agitated as he watched her standing there, arms curled around herself with tears building behind her eyes, knowing that there was no situation where they walked away from this where he wasn't the asshole. "Just someone to fix," His whispered under his breath. His voice a deep murmur as he recounted back to how it was always her job to fix everything and, if she could fix him, then maybe she could fix how she was feeling too...

"Don't be." His words weren't harsh. Quite the contrary as he adverted his gaze from hers. "You didn't do i-" He started to say only for his entire body to tense up as she pulled her into a hug. He let out a sharp breath as she hugged him. The last thing he wanted when recounting the worst few months of his life was to be touched, but he knew better than to pull away from her and have her think it had anything to do with her and not his own PTSD. So, he bared with it until she dropped her hands to her sides. It was only when she moved to place her hand on his cheek, that he found himself involuntarily flinching away from her touch.

He didn't say anything when she told him that she still wanted him. He had already told her that he wasn't the same person who had left. He had tried to open up more with her than pretty much anybody, but every time he tried, he felt like she didn't quite hear it. Like she was trying to place a bandaid over a bullet hole. So, he didn't what else to even say or do.

"That's not what I-" He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a deep shaky breath. His fingers curled into fists as he dug his short nails deep into his skin. The sharp tinge of pain steadying him as he told her slowly, "Noted." One word and one she likely wouldn't take too well, but he couldn't bring himself to get into the nuances of what she was saying right now. He could tell her a million times over that shutting up and pushing it down wasn't the solution here. He could try to explain again that if she simply entered into the situation with less expectations, than maybe they'd be having an entirely different conversation right now. But, he also knew that wasn't who she was. She needed someone to reassure her and who needed her to help them through whatever it was they were going through. She needed to feel like she was helping and was fixing things. She had practically told him as much.  If I can fix this I can fix how I’m feeling. While, he needed to be given the space to figure it out on his own.

"Yeah... You to me too. We're still friends, Dilan. Don't worry. Now, if you excuse me," He promised her as he turned to go. Only before he did, he casted one more glance over his shoulder as he told her, "Though, uh, Happy New Year and sorry if I fucked the night up for you," before vanishing into the crowd.

End?

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“Because it happened!” Dilan countered. “You want to know how I felt about it? Disappointed. Like I’m still not measuring up to whatever invisible line there is for you to want to kiss me back. Of course I remembered it. It was my birthday!” As if it was the most obvious thing in the world that she would remember it. “It wouldn’t have put me on spot or embarrassed me. Song I wanted to talk about it, but god do you know how embarrassing it is for me to bring it up to you? I mean try and understand things from my perspective here.” 

At his words Dilan bit down on the inside of her cheek and looked down at her shoes, doing the best she could to will the tears that wanted to fall away. Looking back up at him when he sighed and she shifted uncomfortably as she fidgeted to try and make herself small. Staying silent as he continued to talk and she broke fully when he said she wasn’t a chore. Letting a couple tears falls and she for once didn’t attempt to wipe them away. “I never said you were.” Letting the words come out broken as she tried to talk but tears were already falling too fast and she couldn’t stop herself. “I don’t want you to be some scripted puppet, that’s part of what I like so much about you.” She admitted quietly to him.

Dilan looked up at him through blurry eyes and went to reach out for him when he mentioned being kidnapped for eight months, but when he took a step back from her she let her hand drop. Wiping her eyes as she inhaled a sharp breath, she listened to him talk about being kidnapped. “I’m sorry.” She was sorry for even starting this conversation, but more so for him being kidnapped. Reaching over to him and she took a couple hesitant steps towards him before she pulled him into a hug. “Song.. I” Trying to find the words to say but she couldn’t. “I’m just sorry that happened to you and that you spent eight months like that.” Letting her voice break again, she knew better than this but she couldn’t help it. Pulling back slightly as she put a hand on his cheek and gave a nod to his words. While it hurt to hear it somehow was comforting that it wasn’t a hurt issues it was more an everyone issue. Moving back as she let her hand drop from his face to her side, she didn’t know where to go with any of this. 

“But the problem is as low enthusiasm as you are literally all the time, I still want you.” She admitted softly. “Do I really? I mean I’m not a good person Song, I’ve never claimed to be either.” She countered softly at his words. When all she wanted to do was reassure him that he was enough. That while more enthusiasm would be nice it, wasn’t about any of that. It was just the simple fact it was him, as she recalled the conversation with Ken earlier about why she liked him the urge to recite all of that once more came up. She wanted him to know he was deserved the world too. “You deserve good things too Song. Despite what you may think.” 

Feeling the tears well up once more when he continued on and finally said it back but it was everything that came after that broke her once more. She knew he was right, that this wasn’t full stop, that she wanted exactly what he said. “I want more. More than you can give.” She admitted softly, she put a hand under his chin to force him to look up at her. “Song, I’m so sorry I did this too you. I should have considered you in this and I didn’t. I got in my head and my feelings about all of this when in reality I should have just shut up and pushed it down.” That’s what she had done with Chai and what she had planned on doing this time too, but everyone had just been so encouraging. “You’re right you’re not the same person anymore, but it doesn’t change that I like this person in front of me and wish I knew them better than I do.” Holding out a hand for him to take in case he wanted it. “No matter what though I’m here for you. Rather you want me to be or not. Because as much as this hurts, I’m not walking away. I’m just sorry that I’ve now made this so awkward between us.” Shifting uncomfortably, she made a move to try and wipe her eyes despite knowing her makeup was ruined. “You’re too important to not be in my life. I need you, even just as my best friend. Well besides Leyla and that, but you get what I mean.” 

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Thinking about geto because I want to pour milk on him and throw him against the wall. Imo his beliefs are inconsistent and self serving (which makes sense because he developed said beliefs at age 16/17 while his mental health was at an all time low). Because while he seems to have the primary motive of "only sorcerers = no curses" taking into account how he treats Maki, who has no cursed energy, it shows that the "no curses" thing isnt the main focus- bc while he decided on tbe "forced evolution" thing, theoretically he should not be Opposed to ppl w heavenly restriction bc. They still fuckin. Don't contribute to curses from what I can tell. Also heavenly restriction is pretty obviously something that is punished by uh. Is it just the Zenin's who have it. Anyway they hated Maki and they Hated Toji so he clearly isn't standing for "oppressed sorcerers" bc if so Maki should be like. The kind of person he wants to help more, as someone who would be oppressed by ppl who aren't sorcerers as well as the powerful clans.

Anyway. While getting rid of curses is for sure part of his motivation, as well as helping sorcerers (see Nanako and Mimiko) id honestly argue that his main problem that lead to him spiraling was. How do I put this. Being knocked off a pedestal

Because he was one of 3 people given the ranking of "Special Grade", and he and satoru are grouped as "the strongest". And consider that satoru comes from a powerful clan and literally has some weird omniscience and invincibility shit going on so that's a whole fucking. That's gotta be a wild ego boost, especially for someone who comes from a family of ppl who aren't sorcerers. Like you spend all this time being a fuckin weirdo and then someone finds you and it turns out you're actually incredibly special and strong, given the same rank as a fucking God Child? You're gonna have some wild self perceptions after that

Anyway then you get to watch your invincible friend get stabbed, watch the girl you became friends with and feel shitty about kinda ruining the life of get shot, and get your whole shit rocked by some guy who can't even use the magic power bullshit you have. (Though he's got a whole physical thing going on because of the trade off)

Also writing all of this out actually makes me understand the Cult Leader progression more, like besides the fact they killed ur friend and you want em dead. You're probably struggling with your ego (especially since your weird God like friend got a whole power boost from the situation) so you create a fucking eugenicist cult where you can consistently prove your superiority to yourself (surrounding yourself with people who will agree with everything you say).

Anyway in a similar vein I wholely believe in "a loving father is not inherently a good father" Suguru + Nanako & Mimiko dynamic

Final thought is roughly I feel like looking at Suguru thru the lense of "this character had a level of privilege that they felt they truly deserved, and after experiencing events that are genuinely traumatic and horrific for any person, they develop reactionary beliefs to try and regain a sense of superiority and control" rather than "oppressed minority who killed oppressors and wants to do eugenics"

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you ever have one of those cases where you know your childhood wasn't exactly normal but then you take a look at one aspect of your life that you thought was just a quirky lil detail and realize maybe that was a bit more not-normal than you previously thought