#actually pretty sure i started on one some months back and it's just sitting forgotten somewhere now...

[cursedcatvibes]

KILLSHOT!

re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader

word count: 5.9k

summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesn’t want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isn’t something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesn’t like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadn’t gotten to experience it yet?

tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read

A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and it’s taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didn’t like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)

Songs! ^^

Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay

Rehab - Brent Faiyaz

Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa

Poison- Brent Faiyaz

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Leon’s always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.

He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.

He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.

When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.

Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.

Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a woman’s body, men too.

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A few years later and now he’s in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasn’t a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.

Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didn’t have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didn’t want to date anyone.

He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.

Well that’s what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.

It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.

No wonder they haven’t crossed paths. No worries, he’s sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.

Oh how wrong he was.

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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didn’t struggle academically and you weren’t bad looking but you weren’t good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.

It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.

No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.

You didn’t see much of an issue because you didn’t care, you didn’t see virginity as a big deal either. Now you weren’t a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.

You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasn’t going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.

It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.

But never raw, you definitely weren’t trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.

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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.

Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.

He didn’t trust you, he didn’t think you were a whore. That’s kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasn’t even aware of.

He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus it’s not like he was doing it to be a pervert.

He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.

He didn’t gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.

He wasn’t sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasn’t sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.

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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.

So it didn’t surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. “It’s a costume party?” You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. “Oh my god, like yeah. Obviously. It’s halloween.” Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.

“That’s so lame.” You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. “Like.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.” You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.

Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.

You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? “What a weirdo.” Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. “Huh?” You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.

“Do you know him?” She asked and you shook your head no. “Yeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.” Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.

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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.

After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nice going, Kennedy. You’ve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.” He muttered in annoyance.

He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.

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Halloween shopping didn’t take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claire’s dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.

Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.

Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. “You okay?” She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.

“I’m questioning if this is too much.” You responded and Jill perked up. “Definitely not. It’s actually beneficial because it’ll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.” She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..

Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “This is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. She’s like super smart and pretty. It’s a two for one.” Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.

Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. “Besides you’ll be matching with me, and y’know if someone bothers you and you don’t want them Chris will stand up for us.” She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.

“Fine, you have a point.” You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.

Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. “So.. Luis is going to be there.” She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. “Ashley, you are such a simp for him.” Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.

“Okay well it’s not my fault okay! It’s gotta be his stupid accent.” Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.

Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.

You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. “You know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.” You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. “You didn’t watch it with subtitles?” She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.

“I thought she was just speaking gibberish.” You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. “Yeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.” Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.

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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. “Dude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?” Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.

“I'm definitely scoring tonight.” Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.

Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. “¿Qué pasa, Sancho?” He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. “Nothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.” He replied, rubbing his nape.

Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. “Well, whatever it is. I’m here if you wanna talk.” He assured, placing his hand on Leon’s shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.

“Are we all ready?” Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.

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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.

Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. “They have coke! Oh my gosh, I’ve like totally wanted to try it.” Ashley beamed and grabbed you. “C’mon let’s all do a line, when’s the next time you’ll be offered coke or something. We’ll be all old with wrinkles.” Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.

“Okay but doesn’t this like burn?” You questioned.

“What? Like Molly?” Ashley raised her eyebrow.

“No—Like doesn’t it burn your nostrils?” You raised an eyebrow back at her.

Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether it’ll go down smoothly.

Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. “Jeez, that shit is strong..” She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.

“I forgot you’re the fucking coke queen of America. That’s my bad.” You huffed softly.

Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. “You guys did it without us!!” She complained and you just sighed.

“Ash, we can just do a line right now.” You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.

At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.

You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.

You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.

Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.

“Ashley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?” You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What? Noo—I would definitely not. ‘M just being friendly. I’ll totally come back.” She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.

You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. “You guys too?!” You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. “We’ll come back, we have our phones on sound and we’ll all go home together.” Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.

“You guys hate me.” You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Pinky promise we’ll come back.” She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. “Okay. Promise.” You sighed out.

Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You weren’t very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.

Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.

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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?

He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.

It’s as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.

He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasn’t supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.

He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldn’t say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.

Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.

Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didn’t care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldn’t pay them any mind. What the hell?

With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didn’t even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.

He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. “All my friends hate me, oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.

You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. “Uhm, hello.” You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. “Oh okay. Just go on ahead—“

“Raven? From Teen Titans?” He asked as his eyes met your own again.

“Oh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.” You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. “Oh—Hellooo.” You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.

“We’re from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. I’m Brandon” He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.

Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.

He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. “Ashley! Erm—Ashley asked if you could come help her with something.”

You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didn’t surprise you. “Oh.”

You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. “Sorry. My friend needs me.” You replied and latched onto Leon’s arm. “Lead the way.” You hiccuped.

Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.

Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didn’t realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.

“Wait. She left the party?” You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leon’s arm.

“What?” He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. “Oh yeah—yeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.”

You didn’t seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasn’t sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?

Why am I taking her back to my dorm?

I should’ve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I haven’t touched any naked body yet.

Leon’s mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.

“Ashley! Ugh I swear if it’s not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid I’m gonna murder you!” You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.

Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.

“Ew your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.” You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.

“Okay that’s a bit rude.” He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.

You’re not competition, obviously not if you’re not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isn’t here.

Hell, you’re just a girl. A girl who he’s jealous of for no reason.

A girl who’s.. really fucking pretty?

His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasn’t anger at being replaced, it wasn’t jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.

No, that's stupid. I’ll see if she’s really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.

Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. “Uhm hello?—“ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.

A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. “I lied, Ashley didn’t call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didn’t know how to express it.” He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You, to his surprise, didn’t fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kinda sly of you..” You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.

“So what’s your name you big stud.” You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. “Leon.” He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.

He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.

He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. “I have to turn on the lamp..” He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didn’t reach fully.

When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. “Fuck.” He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.

You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. “What? Think I’m pretty or something?” You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.

So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.

You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. “Well that’s sweet of you. I think you’re quite handsome.” You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.

Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? He’s been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life he’s stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.

“Hah.. you’re good at that hm?” He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.

He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.

“I guess this costume is pretty much easy access..” He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.

You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.” He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.

“You’re like a delicacy.” He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. “You must be handled with care.” He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.

You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. “O-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.” You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.

A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who would’ve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?

“Leon.” You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. “You’re g’nna make me cum..”

Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. “And? That’s what you want, right baby?” He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.

He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.

“There’s we go. That’s my girl.” He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.

“God. That shits perfect.” Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.

You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. “Woah.” You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.

Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. “God damn. Easy baby.” He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.

“Wait..” You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. “Can you get your uh.. the mask.” You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.

“Sure thing.” He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.

“How do I look—“ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. “I’m gonna absolutely ravish you.” You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.

Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now you’re practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

“Yeah? What if I want to ravish you?” He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, “You could try.” You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.

“Guess I’ll have to try super hard then.” He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.

It didn’t take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself weren’t even aware would do.

The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. “Fuck, you’re so tight.. ‘n wet.. ‘n warm.” He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.

You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. “I’m almost there.” He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.

Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.

You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. “Fuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.” He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.

Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. “I-I can’t hold it..” You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.

“I know. W-Where do you want it?” He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. “Mm. Inside, please.” You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.

Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. “Fuck.. that’s so hot. Are you sure?” He was a bit nervous and didn’t want to cum inside of you if you weren’t 100% sure.

With an eager nod you spoke once more. “Yes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.” You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.

You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.

Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.

Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, it’s as if he didn’t even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.

Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you don’t hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.

[flemingsfreckles]

Replacement Pt 11

Read the rest of the series here!

Warnings: some angst

WC: 2.7k

A/N: hi, I’m trying to get this series done, to be quite honest, I’ve lost some of my motivation with writing recently and this series has been hit the hardest with writers block. I’d imagine it being wrapped up in another 2-3 chapters mainly because I’m struggling to write it but I would hate to leave it unfinished.

Dating had been easy with Jessie, at least at the start. The two of you fell into the routine of going over to each other’s places, spending your nights watching Jessie expertly move around the kitchen while you tried to keep up. She’d give you a small task, claiming you were helping but you were pretty sure she just wanted to make you feel included.

It had been sweet, and almost domestic, as if you were living together without actually living together. You’d stay at her place until it neared 10 before you’d kiss her goodbye and head back to your own bed. Jessie had offered for you to spend the night the first few days, offering to take the couch, after a couple rejections you noticed she stopped asking. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend the night, you did, it was just unfamiliar territory. You didn’t know how to spend the night.

It had been nearly two months since your first official date and Jessie was now over at your place for another dinner in and movie night. It was your standard date, it was easy, the two of you got to talk before getting to cuddle for a few hours while you “watched” a movie. More recently you’d both let your hands wander on each others bodies, ignoring the movie, and tonight was no different.

Movie long forgotten once again as the two of you found entertainment in not just fleeting touches but each other's lips. Quick fleeting kisses mixed with slow, deep ones had you both occupied on the couch. Your hands roamed up and down Jessie’s back, giving her shoulders an appreciative squeeze. Her hand rested on your side, occasionally caressing you with her thumb while her other hand held her body over yours.

The movie was still playing but all you could focus on was the girl on top of you and the way she felt. The softness of her lips against yours, the gentle slide of her tongue, how she’d nip at your bottom lip every once in a while. The small noises she made, between the sighs and small muffled moans of satisfaction your ears were only tuned in to hear her. The heat of her body in yours was intoxicating, how her chest was flush to yours, her hips digging into your own slightly, she was in your personal space, something you usually hated, but for once you didn’t mind at all.

As you continued to makeout, Jessie shifted, her leg coming to rest between yours, her thigh gently putting pressure between your legs. The sensation caused a small groan to rise in your chest before coming out against Jessie’s lips much to your surprise. Hearing your own sound had you feeling embarrassed, you quickly pulled back from Jessie muttering an apology as you removed yourself from touching her.

“Well, that was nice.” Jessie sat back on her knees, a hand running through her hair, a slightly dazed look across her face, she looked gorgeous.

“Yeah, yeah it was.” You smiled at her, feeling the heat on your cheeks, shying away from the way she gazed at you. You noticed Jessie suddenly taking a deep breath before sitting back on the couch and running her hands along her thighs. You could nearly feel the shift from fun and light to more serious.

Jessie looks up from where her hands sat on her thighs. “Um, so I know this is all new for you, so if it’s too soon I understand.” She pauses looking at you. You give her a nod, encouraging her to continue despite the unsettling feeling building in your chest. “Would you, maybe, want to make this, us, more official?”

That was definitely more serious. You can start to feel your heart start to pick up, the sound of it pumping blood rushed loud in your ears. “You mean like girlfriends?” You managed to speak, suddenly realizing how dry your mouth was.

“Yeah, or partners, whatever title is fine, I just mean like officially.” You could tell Jessie was nervous even posing the question, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and let her hand rub the back of her neck all while avoiding eye contact with you.

It should’ve been an easy yes, why wouldn’t you want to be her girlfriend? She had been nothing but perfect, she listened to you, she made you feel seen, she was gentle, she made your heart race and your smile brighter. But as you sat there you realized becoming her girlfriend would make you everything you spent years denying. It would mean your parents were right, maybe there had been something with Grace or that teammate all this time, you were everything they tried so hard to keep you from being.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Jessie’s dejected voice brings you out of your thoughts. You watch as she begins to push herself up from the couch.

“No,” you reach a hand out in her direction to stop her from standing up. You wait for her to settle back onto the couch before continuing, “I’m ready to make this official.”

“Are you sure?” Jessie looked at you as if she didn’t fully believe the words you spoke to her.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Jessie lets out a sigh of what appeared to be relief, her shoulders falling from the tensed position they had been in. Watching her relax settled your own nerves, the tension fading. “Janine will be so prideful once she knows.”

The mention of her name brings the pit in your stomach back in full force. “Janine?” You questioned.

“Yeah, she’s been suspicious of us for a while and she loves being right.” Jessie says standing up and walking over to the fridge, refilling her water.

“Why does she need to know?” You ask, Jessie stops filling her bottle and turns to look at you. Jessie’s face falls from a look of excitement down to confusion. You weren’t sure why anyone needed to know, your relationship was between the two of you, no one else needed to be involved, they couldn’t be involved.

“She’s my best friend, why wouldn’t she know?” Eyebrows scrunched hard Jessie looks at you with a slight frown.

“I didn’t know being official meant we’d be telling people.” You can feel yourself getting defensive, having to bite back from raising your voice at Jessie out of panic. You weren’t formally out to anyone, sure Janine had heard about your crush but you never confirmed anything with her, let alone the rest of the team or the rest of the world.

There's a long pause, the two of you sitting in uncomfortable silence before Jessie speaks up. “Would that change your answer?”

“No, I just, I don’t know if I’m ready to be out, publicly yet.” You picked at the skin on your hands, trying to voice your feelings to her.

Jessie sighs, “Right, of course.” While she nodded in agreement, the disappointed look on Jessie’s face didn't go away.

You didn’t want to upset her, it made sense she wanted to tell her best friend, the more you thought about it and pondered the idea of Janine knowing, the less scary it seemed. It was just Janine, your first friend in Portland. You trusted her enough to tell her all your past. She was the first one to truly know you, all of you. “I mean, if you want to tell Janine, that’s okay with me, she sort of already has an idea that I have feelings.”

“No, I don’t have to.” Jessie quickly brushes off the idea, waving her hands. You can tell she’s just trying to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable. “Really, there’s no rush.”

“No, she can know.” You try to give her the most genuine smile you can. “We can, well you can tell her that I’m your girlfriend.” You watch as Jessie breaks into a smile at your final confirmation that you were her girlfriend. Saying the word out loud, confirming you were dating another woman, was oddly comforting.

“Yeah?” Her smile is so wide it’s contagious and you find yourself smiling back at her.

“Yeah.”

You felt elated going to bed that night, she was your girlfriend, you had a girlfriend who made you feel on top of the world and suddenly those harsh voices of your past faded slightly more.

Unfortunately that elated feeling didn’t last too long as you and Jessie found yourselves in the middle of an argument one evening just two weeks after you had made it official.

“So what? We’re just going to hide in our apartments forever?” Jessie threw her hands up questioning you.

It was your fault she was upset, you had caused it, you and your own insecurities. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but it blew up into one. You had been scrolling on Twitter following a game in which you scored off a beautiful pass from Jessie. Naturally you two gravitated toward each other in celebration, her jumping into your arms. Your hand had caught her on the butt before you quickly moved it onto her back, thinking nothing of what it meant, you were teammates celebrating.

Of course those watching took it to mean everything, immediately following the game your social media was filling with rumors regarding you and the Canadian. What didn’t help was the way Jessie had winked at you as she walked back to her position, only fueling the rumors and questions. Rumors that pondered if you were gay, posts that wondered if you and Jessie were dating, comments that argued that you weren’t seeing Fleming, you were seeing a different teammate.

You had been uneasy and on edge the rest of the night which was quickly picked up by Jessie. When you arrived at her place she immediately started interrogating you. She had asked what was wrong over and over until you broke.

“I think people know about us, we have to tone it down.”

“What are you talking about? Tone what down, we don’t show affection, no one even knows we’re together!”

“You jumped into my arms and winked at me! You can’t do that!” You handed her your phone, a post from Twitter open on the screen.

Jessie’s eyes scanned the screen reading before looking at a few other posts. “That means nothing, I jump into Janine’s arms, I’ve jumped into plenty of people’s arms, that has nothing to do with us, I was celebrating a goal.” She passes you the phone back.

“People are always blowing stuff out of context anyway, I wouldn’t worry about it, and so what if they know?” She said nonchalantly with a raise of her shoulders.

“They can’t know!”

“Why not?”

“I’m not ready.” Just as you had said about telling Janine, you weren’t ready. Only this time you were sure in that choice. You weren’t ready to make this information about you public, let alone your relationship public.

Jessie pinched the bridge of her nose before sighing and speaking. “Then when will you be? Because I get that this is all new to you, but I don’t want to hide this forever! I want to be able to take you out, on a real date, not just being stuck in our apartments doing whatever fake date thing it is that we do! I want a real date!” Voice now raised it was obvious Jessie was upset.

Her words stung, the way she was so quick to invalidate the way you two had been dating for the past months. “They’re real dates to me.” You said, your voice coming out more timid than you expected. You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself that what you two had been doing was in fact dating.

You watch Jessie’s face fall, realizing the way she had just insulted the time you’ve spent together. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You sure?” You didn’t want to cry but could feel the way it was becoming hard to swallow and the way your eyes stung.

“Yes, I’ve really liked what we have going,” she runs her hands hard on her face, taking a hard breath, “but at some point, I need to know I’ll be able to share this. It doesn’t have to be immediately, I just need to know that someday, my family will get to know, my, our, teammates will get to know, my friends, your friends. I really, really like you, but I can’t be a secret forever.”

“Okay.” You nod at Jessie, your own voice still soft in comparison to her louder, harsh tone. For the first time in weeks you felt uneasy sitting in silence with Jessie. You make a show of looking at your watch. “I, I should get going, it’s getting late.”

A look of surprise crosses Jessie’s face as she looks at the clock on the oven. “It’s only 8.”

“Yeah, but, long day, my head's all over the place, I’m sort of ready for bed.”

“Okay, I can walk you home.” Pushing herself away from the wall Jessie makes her way to follow you to the door.

“I’m good, I’ll be fine, thanks.” Waving a hand at her to stay where she’s at, she ignores it and continues to make her way toward the entryway the same way as you, just a few steps behind you.

Grabbing your coat from the hook you don’t even slid it on. “Goodnight.” You said quickly, barely looking at your girlfriend before opening the door and slipping out, not even waiting for her response.

“Goodnight.” Jessie whispered to the closed door in front of her, she had followed you expecting to receive a goodbye kiss like normal, a hug and a promise to see you the following day. She got none of that, she got a cold shouldered goodbye. She hadn’t meant for your conversation to go that way, but she messed up and she knew it, letting the gravity of the situation set in, Jessie turned the light off, heading to bed with blurry vision as her tears ran down her face.

[drama-tically]

2025

Here's to hoping i start creating content again

2023

Here's to hoping i manage to successfully revive this blog

[fuctacles]

sports au!!!!!

Part 2

The booth was stuffy and smelled like it’s been forgotten for a decade. But the equipment was new and the glass pane was cleaned up, giving Eddie a clear view of the court.

“Is this a good moment to say I don’t know the rules?”

The coach, and his PE professor, looks one step away from murder.

“Just remember our team is wearing green.”

“Yes sir!”

The man squints at him with clear distrust so Eddie gives him his widest, purest smile.

“Good thing nobody’s listening to the campus radio.”

The joke’s on him; Eddie has garnered a lot of listeners over the past months. Listeners that he might lose after hosting a live sports event. 

“Don’t be too weird. I might send you someone to help with the rules so you don’t completely ruin it.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder, his palm so heavy it feels like he’s trying to pin him into the chair, before disappearing behind the door in the back. Seconds later he’s visible walking down the steps to his team.

Eddie looks at his watch. It’s going to be the longest four hours in his academic history. 

He turns to the concsole, frowns at the unfamiliar dials and switches and focuses on the ones he knows. Tunes everything to his best ability, takes a breath, and clears his throat before starting the broadcast.

“Hello, students of Indiana University! I know it’s a Friday night and you were hoping for some nice tunes to party to, but prepare your pillows for a nap instead because you’ll be listening to a football match. No, wait, basketball. I’m pretty sure. 

Anyway, dunno why you’d listen to a match instead of going to see it, but ya boy needs to pass PE this term so here we are. 

And here comes our team! The green ones. It’s greens against blues tonight, folks.”

“Tigers versus Roaches, actually.”

Eddie turns around and sees a tall boy enter his studio.

“First of all, who the fuck names their team Roaches. Second, we have an intruder in the studio.”

The boy extends his hand unfazed.

“I’m Lucas, your interpreter. Since I’m benching for the first half anyway.”

“Booo, I was just going to make up rules as I go. Now you’re gonna make it boring.”

But he shakes his hand anyway and lets Lucas sit on the chair next to him.

“Careful, I’m a dedicated listener. My friends too, you’d probably lose your whole audience.” He smirks. Eddie scoffs.

“I’ll let you know, tiger cub, that many people listen to Munson’s Midnight Metal Madness.”

“I meant the DnD show.”

Eddie looks at the boy, his neat haircut and team jersey.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’d love to talk more about it later, but now let’s introduce my teammates.”

Eddie hands him the microphone to spit out names he’s never heard before and whatever their bearers' positions were. He hopes the coach doesn’t mind it. All Eddie could do was like, comment on their appearance. Which…

“Where did you get that one from? America’s poster boy catalog?”

He watches Lucas’s face twitch with the effort not to laugh.

“That’s Jason Carver. He’s vice-captain now and will take over the team once Steve graduates later this year.”

“Which one’s that?”

“He usually comes out last.”

Eddie asks about the important stuff - the team's average height and where Andy got his haircut. He looks over the group of young men appraisingly.

“You know what, if I knew y’all play in these funky white socks and guns out I might have gotten into sports commentary earlier.”

Lucas chuckles, but Eddie's on a roll. 

“Especially with such a great co-host, Lucas Sinclair! He’s not on the court yet but he’s being an invaluable source of lore in the studio. Don’t think I’d forget about you, man.” He nudges the younger student. “What’s your specialty on the team?”

“Well…” Lucas scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’m probably the fastest and my throws are pretty good,” he admits. “Oh, that’s Steve!”

Eddie looks to the right, where a dude with Harrington on his jersey walks in, smiling wide to friends and families watching. 

“Damn, that’s some magnificent hair,” Eddie whistles.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what he’s known for. This hairdo lasts through the whole game, dunno how he does it.”

“He’s gotta give me some tips, because I look like a wet rat by the end of the day. And I don’t even do sports.”

“I’m pretty sure you look like a wet rat no matter the time of day.”

The jab was true but even if it wasn’t, Eddie had a more important thing to focus on right now. 

“Does your captain have a tattoo?” he asks, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure it was ink that was peeking from the bottom of Steve Harrington’s shorts, but it was so out of place on a college athlete, he needed a triple take and the ‘ask the audience’ lifeline to make sure.

“Yep. The coach says it makes him look like a criminal,” he snorts, showing what he thinks about it. “Steve said he regrets not getting it somewhere more visible so more people could see tattoos are not for criminals and rockstars only.”

“Your captain is a smart guy,” Eddie grins, almost sighing into it, to his utter horror. Just a glimpse of a hot guy from afar, a peek of a tattoo, and hearing of his liberal views was apparently enough to make his heart beat faster.

“The best I ever knew,” Lucas admits and it sounds like a Story, capital “s” and all. His next words confirm that. “Our friend group is planning matching tattoos and we are still talking him out of getting it above the neckline.”

Eddie barks out a laugh. 

“Sounds like a savage. I gotta meet your captain sometime soon.”

It’s at this point they notice the coach gesturing at them angrily and they get back to commenting on the game that’s about to start.

“Okay, so explain to me which laundry basket is ours…”

“Okay okay okay. So number four is a tank, yeah? He blocks the other players. Six is a rogue, who slips between the cracks. And number one, your captain, is a warrior who goes for the attack.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s like LARPing for normies,” Eddie realizes in awe and Lucas laughs so unexpectedly he starts to cough. 

“Sinclair! You’re in!”

They both jump at the sudden appearance of the coach. Lucas springs up from his seat.

“Yes sir!”

“It was a pleasure to host with you.” Eddie smiles at his new friend.

“You too. Catch you after the game?”

“Sure.” He smiles brightly, his head already swimming with ideas of how to fuck over Lucas’ future DnD character. Because playing together was inevitable, the dice were thrown, and the plot was in motion. 

Lucas passes by the coach who now turns his attention to Eddie.

“You’re doing good, don’t ruin it.” He looks in pain admitting that. “I might send someone else to help you out.”

“Thanks, coach.” Though Eddie doubts he’d be vibing so well with anyone else on the team.

Just five minutes later though, he’s proven wrong.

“Heard you’ve been curious about my tattoo?”

Eddie's so startled he knocks the microphone down and yanks out the cord in his haste to turn around. 

“Captain!” he yells like a dumbass, faced with the hair and boyishness of no one else but Steve Harrington. 

“Radio-man!” Steve yells back with a wide and teasing smile. “I’ve heard so much about you, man, you have no idea.” He steps closer. “My kids love your show.”

“Your kids?”

“My, uh, younger friends. I used to babysit them and it kinda stuck,” he admits with an awkward smile. Steve is nothing like the typical jock he’s come to expect and he’s everything Lucas advertised.

“That’s adorable, man.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. He honest to god pouts.

“Not laughing!” Eddie raises his hands placatingly. “There’s nothing bad with a family-tight friend group.”

“Damn straight.” Steve smiles and sits on the chair vacated by Lucas. He eyes the microphone lying prone on the desk. “Technical difficulties?”

Eddie rushes to fix his equipment.

“You could say so,” he murmurs, trying to busy himself with the tangled cord. But a hand stops him before he can plug it in.

“We’re off the air now, right?”

Eddie looks over the control lights on the console.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You have beautiful eyes.”

“What?”

When Eddie woke up today, he knew his day would be weird. No day spent in a sports facility could be normal or pleasant. It was confirmed when he made a new friend with a member of the team, who was a listener of his DnD podcast. But the team captain hitting on him? That’s not your regular weird, that’s a bad strain of weed kind of weird.

“Lucas sent me over claiming a guy my type might be hiding here.”

It takes everything from Eddie not to take a look around. Logically, he knows there’s no one else in the booth. But his brain refuses to connect the dots. He licks his lips and cringes at the wet noise his mouth makes.

“What’s your type?”

Steve tilts his head and hums like he’s in thought.

“Weird, smartass nerd, as it turns out. With big brown eyes and great hair.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Steve only smiles at him, soft before it turns teasing.

“Wanna see my tattoo up close?” he offers. 

“Gosh, yes,” he admits with zero shame, eyes flitting down to the man’s legs. Was he curious about what type of tattoo a gorgeous sport-type guy would get? Yes. Did he want to ogle some hairy thighs? Also yes. It’s a two-in-one kind of deal.

The coach waves at them angrily to get back on the air, but Steve promises to tell him everything about S.S. Robin after the game. And no, Robin is just his best friend, Eddie doesn’t need to worry about her.

“In fact, wanna be my date to the after-party later? The kids will freak out when they meet you.”

How could Eddie say no to his fans' worship?

And to Steve’s hopeful eyes and the slight squeeze he gave his hand.

“Mingling with jocks in my free time?” Eddie turns his palm up to squeeze back. “Sure, let’s make this day even weirder.”

[justmeinatree]

Extra - Saturdays Take The Pain Away

Summary : an Extra to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome (nestled between part 4 & 5)

*note - i made this chapter an extra because there’s no smut. i know that a lot of people following this story are just here for the smut, and that’s totally cool ! but this idea of feelings has been in my mind for a long time and i just needed to get it out there. if you’re not here for feelings, and only here for smut, you can skip right over this part and not feel like you’ve miss anything !

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

Word Count : 5.3k

A/N : i’m sorry. i made some promises, but this was plaguing my brain and then it just sort of ended up on my screen and well now it’s on yours. enjoy ! ✌️

GIFs : unknown - msg for credit

you were not looking forward to this dinner. not one fucking bit. 

it had been months since the gang had gotten together, and in theory, you should be ecstatic to see everyone again. and yet, here you were, sitting in the passenger’s seat of niall’s car, resenting the fact that he essentially bribed you to come. fuck him, and fuck him for knowing how to get you to do things you don’t want to do.

you trudged behind him into the restaurant, following along until you almost bump into him, noticing that you’d made it to the large table in the back of the establishment. 

and as if this night couldn’t get any worse, you were the last two to arrive, forced to sit in the last two seats at the table, right in front of louis and his new girlfriend.

it was a dinner where everyone would finally meet her, the lady that stole his attention clean away from you, for the last few months. and damn it all, she was actually really pretty. like really, really pretty. fuck, you’d actually consider making a move on her had the circumstances been different, and if you didn’t already absolutely hate her guts. 

niall notes your sudden pause, your eyes clearly fixated on the end of the table where you’d be forced to sit, making him give your shoulder a comforting squeeze, murmuring against your ear, “be civil. we’re doing this for louis.”

so you sigh, put on a smile, surely the fakest smile that all of your friends will most likely see right through, and sit in the god forsaken chair you were condemned to for the next few hours. 

you couldn’t keep your eyes away from them. the way his fucking hand rests on her thigh, incredibly unsubtly, under the table. the way she fucking leans into him, all lovey eyes, as if she’d just learned that he hung the moon in the sky. something you’ve known for years now. the way his fucking nose bumps into her temple when he whispers something in her ear. the fucking blush that rises to her cheeks when he obviously says something a little too sexual.

but it was also the little crinkle by his eyes when he smiled, the glint in his irises when he laughed, the little bit of stubble starting to grow on his jaw, the bob in his throat when he swallowed, the grasp of his fingers around his liquor glass, and the fact that she was allowed to cuddle and touch and all of a sudden you weren’t. 

you were fucking fuming. 

and niall, bless niall, knew you were having a hard time, his hand always perched against you, be it your knee or your shoulder, even giving a little scratch to the back of your neck in comfort. you had to remember to thank him later. because he was helping, really was, you were just a little too worked up at the moment to really take notice. 

the only thing that seemed to help was the constant flow of liquor, always a bottle somewhere on the table, something you were reaching for more than you typically ever do. by now, you’d long forgotten how many times you refilled your cup, the concoction having turned absolutely rancid halfway through. you were notorious for leaving a few sips at the bottom of the cup, always refilling with something new, the current mix becoming more and more sour, and more and more potent. 

niall was letting it slide, for now, seeing as he knew you needed it. and again, bless niall, taking one for the team, and pacing his drinking in order to keep a watchful eye on you. 

but as time went on, louis had taken notice as well, “going a little hard tonight there, love.”

and you were fuming all over again, the liquor clearly running rampant through your system, “don’t pretend like you care now,” you mutter, eyebrows furrowing, gaze flicked down, because you could not stand to even look at him anymore. especially now that her hand was perched on his chest, as she talked over him to oli. 

louis instantly looks over at niall, a questioning glance, worry etched on his features. he wasn’t blind, he wasn’t naive, he knew very well that you weren’t taking this easily. but it’s when he catches the little shake of niall’s head, a silent plea to just let it go for now, a message received loud and clear, making louis sigh, hand tugging on his roots quickly.

so he waits. knows you well enough that he’s just going to be patient, wait it out until the moment comes where you inevitably have to pee. and with niall now distracted, and louis’ girlfriend happily chatting with oli’s lady, he quietly excuses himself, waiting in the hallway next to the one bathroom that’s occupied.

you’re startled as you step out of the toilet, not expecting someone to be right there. expecting louis even less. fuck.

“will you tell me what’s going on ?” louis asks softly, wanting to keep you calm, genuinely worried for you, his bestest friend.

but he’s met with a sigh, a shoulder shrug, and a quiet, “don’t want to talk to about it with you,” as you attempt to sidestep him and head back to the comfort of niall.

louis is quicker though, having less alcohol inebriating him, hand gripping into your upper arm, pulling you back into the bathroom along with him, closing and locking the door.

you use the wall for support, the world spinning a bit thanks to the absurd mix of liquor. your eyes were fixated on both your shoes, louis’ getting closer and closer and closer, until they were right up, toe to toe, against yours. 

“please talk to me, love,” he breathes, making you look up, noting how close he’s gotten. so fucking close. you could feel his tiny breaths hitting your nose, his fingers almost touching yours, and you were spinning, spiralling into a never-ending swirl of louis. 

you’re not even sure how it happened, but your lips were mingling with his, your hands gripping into his shirt. and everything seemed to melt away, float off into nothingness as all that mattered in that moment was louis.

but just as quickly as it happened, his mouth was briskly pulled away, and the invading sense of him had disappeared, instantly replaced with a large hand wrapped around your neck, holding you in place. “the fuck are you doing ?” louis snaps.

he hadn’t even realized what he was doing. that is, until he caught the look that flashed through your eyes. a mix of submission, of excitement, of calm relaxation, of lust, and fuck, even more than all of that, trust. 

slowly, his hand falls from it’s hold on your throat, his breathing laboured as his mind absolutely reels. louis never meant to do that, not for a second. he’s not even sure what took over him, but it’s making him crumble, as if his insides were so confused they were running around like headless chickens, bumping into everything in their path.

so he focuses on the moment that brought all of this on, the moment you lunged into him for a deeply passionate kiss. and then his simply confused insides shift to confused anger, “have you gone fuckin mad ? you know the rules and this is straight up fuckin cheating. and you’re roping me into it too,” he adds sternly, finger poking into your chest, on the verge of shouting, because fuck, really ? “don’t ever fuckin make me cheat on someone again, i don’t do that shit.”

heavy. your chest was heavy. the water in your eyes was even heavier, tears falling down your cheeks, unable to stop no matter how hard you willed them to. it felt like you were breaking all over again, feeling the weight of the loss of louis all over again. you didn’t handle it well the first time, and you were clearly not handling it well the second time. 

“i miss you,” you whisper quietly, a stark contrast to louis’ shouting, shame filling your entire demeanour.

louis knows what you meant, doesn’t need you to explain further, and as heart wrenching as it is to look at you in such a state, he’s still filled with the same bout of confused anger, “we knew this was going to happen, darling. christ, what the fuck did you expect ? that i’d just sit around waiting for you and niall to want to fuck ? never have someone to call my own, ever again ? be your god damn lap dog for the rest of eternity ? you’re not that fuckin naive,” he shakes his head, turning away from you and leaving the bathroom entirely. he couldn’t deal with this. not right now. not with his girlfriend surely wondering where he’s gone for so long.

he heads back to the dinning area, taking the path that forces him to walk behind niall’s chair. he crouches once he reaches niall, hand falling into a pat on his friend’s shoulder as he whispers against his ear, “should go check on your girlfriend. she’s in the bathroom.” 

and as quickly as he’d arrived, louis was gone, back to his spot next to his girlfriend, offering her a smooth smile and a soft peck on the cheek.

niall however, is left utterly confused, eyebrows furrowed as he looks over louis, trying to get any other hint out of him, wanting to be prepared for whatever he was about to walk in on. but with louis too engrossed in whatever conversation he’s just joined, and niall not wanting to leave you if you were really in need, he decides to simply head in blind.

when louis had left, you felt your knees give out, your back gliding down the wall until your bum hit the floor. your elbows rested on your knees, hands supporting your forehead. 

it didn’t take long for the telltale knock that was surely niall checking up on you, a sigh leaving your lips before you speak out, “s’unlocked.”

niall walks in quietly, shutting the door behind himself and locking it, looking down at you with empathetic sadness in his eyes. he extends his hand for you to grasp, helping you come to a stand, landing his hands on your hips, walking you backwards to the counter, and hoisting you onto it. niall stands between your legs, hands soothingly rubbing patterns into your thighs, “what happened, petal ?”

you look up into niall’s eyes, shame and sadness and nervousness pouring out of you, as you murmur, “i kissed louis.”

niall breathes, shaking his head softly, before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, “you miss him don’t you ?”

you nod against niall’s chest, face pressed against him, breathing him in. something about niall has always brought you so much comfort, you couldn’t quite describe it, but in moments like these, his calmness was everything. “it doesn’t change how i feel about you, you know that right ?” you needed to be sure, because it was true. so far, if anything, it felt like the addition of louis was somehow making your connection with niall stronger.

“of course i know that, petal,” niall murmurs, giving you a reassuring squeeze, and a lingering kiss to the head, “i know because i feel it too,” he adds.

you nod, it was something you kind of figured, both niall and louis were complete shite at hiding any sort of feelings. “how are you handling it so well ?”

“m’not sure,” niall sighs, shrugging. “i don’t think i’m handling it well, i think i’m just really good at shoving it aside and not thinking about it.”

“s’not healthy,” you murmur against his chest, playfully scolding him, lifting your head for the first time, looking up at niall. the easy, soothing, understanding conversation seemed to regulate your emotions so well, it’s something niall caught on to quickly in your relationship, something he’s happy to use as a secret weapon whenever it was needed.

“i guess it just hurts,” you sigh softly, “we were building something so strong, so good. and so fast. maybe too fast even,” you ramble on, your thoughts a bit jumbled, coming out as they piece themselves together. “but then he just found someone else. it’s like, i could understand if it wasn’t feeling as good anymore, or if we were growing apart for some reason. but it happened when things were just getting better. i wish i could understand,” you nod, finally figuring out what you were trying to say all along.

“we may never understand, pet,” niall hums, nodding. “i wish i knew as well, i really do, but we can’t dwell on answers. truth is, he met someone that he obviously has been enjoying enough to give it a go with. i’m sure he didn’t plan on it. last i knew he wasn’t even looking. sometimes these things just happen,” niall shrugs. “i know it doesn’t make it any easier, but that might just be it.”

“feels like you’re saying that she’s better than us,” you look at him, face smooshed in a mix of disbelief, of jealousy, of disgust, with a slight tinge of are you fuckin kidding me.

niall laughs, hands landing on your cheeks, thumbs smoothing out the crinkles in your skin, “m’not saying that. i don’t believe for a second that she has anything on you.”

you smile, knowing that he’s just being silly to make you feel better. but the gesture feels amazing none the less.

“what do you say we ditch this place and go home, have a cuddle on the couch with some shite food and one of those awful movies you like so much ?” niall smiles wide, wanting you to feel better, wanting to make you smile for real, wanting to make you laugh. wanting to make you enjoy a moment without the invading thought of louis.

and honestly, nothing would feel better. so you nod, shooting niall a smile, one that screams thank you for being you, a look niall is privy to more than anyone else you know. christ, you really loved him. 

“c’mon,” niall hums, taking your hand and helping you hop off the countertop, arm wrapping around your shoulders, leading you back to get your things from the table.

“leaving already ?” louis asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he noticed you both gathering your things. 

“yeah,” niall nods, “s’an emergency cuddles kinda night,” he adds, noting the way louis deflates a bit at the thought. so niall turns to you, handing you the car keys, “go ahead petal, m’just gonna pay and meet you at the car.”

once you were out of ear shot, niall turns to louis, taking the opportunity to speak to him quickly while his girlfriend was getting drinks with a few others. but louis jumps in first, “emergency cuddles ? s’everything alright ?”

niall looks at him, confused with why he’s asking, “uh, not really,” he chuckles, “s’kind of the point of emergency cuddles.”

“she wasn’t supposed to hate me,” louis sighs quietly, elbows landing hard on the table, forehead resting in his hands as he thinks. contemplates every single decision he’s ever made that have led to him this point.

making his way around the table, niall comes to a stand next to louis, patting his shoulder, “she doesn’t hate you louis. s’quite the opposite really, that’s what’s making this so fuckin hard for us.”

louis’ head snaps up to meet niall’s, his girlfriend now back and standing right behind him, patiently waiting for access to her chair. but louis’ mind couldn’t quite focus on her yet, because what did niall say ? no one’s ever told louis anything of the sort. what does he mean by the opposite ? what does -

“look, i gotta get back to her mate, have a good night yeah ?” niall hums, mustering up the best smile he could, ruffling louis’ hair and patting his girlfriend’s arm, offering a small, “good to meet ya,” before turning his back on the table and heading off.

louis felt like he couldn’t breathe, felt like his chest was constricting, felt like every ounce of power in his body had shot to his brain, trying to detangle the mess he put himself in. he’d never considered for a minute that you would have any sort of feelings for him that were more than friendly. never considered niall being so nonchalant about his girlfriend of over a decade having feelings for- “he said us,” louis murmurs, feeling the world he’s known crash around him. 

he can hear his girlfriend asking a question, but he’s too focused staring into nothingness, eyes locked in the direction that niall left in, now long gone.

it had gotten late, like two whole movies after a late dinner kind of late. but you were so cozy, curled up on the couch in niall’s arms, head tucked into his neck and shoulder, his fingertips gliding up and down your arm, the gentle squeezes he’d give you in soothing comfort. the evening of emergency cuddles and shite movies had done wonders, with the distraction and the time to simmer down from the earlier shenanigans, you were back to your normal, calm self.

you were aimlessly flicking for another movie, hovering over legally blonde, ignoring niall’s mutters of “christ, this one again ? just fuckin watched it a couple weeks ago,” when you hear niall’s front door open and shut, then locking, louis rounding the corner and trudging up to the living room, “glad you’re still up-“

“make yourself at home, mate,” niall cuts him off, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, following his path to stand in front of both of you.

you were both shooting confused glances, watching louis pace the living room floor back and forth a few times, before finally breaking his pattern, stopping and staring at niall, “what did you mean earlier ?”

niall’s eyebrows shoot up, unsure what he said that put louis in such a state “uh- what ?” niall shakes his head, utterly unsure of what louis was referring to. “what are you doing here mate ? s’like 3am.”

“m’i not welcomed at 3am anymore ?” louis asks quietly, shyly. he looks small, looks almost like a petrified animal, something that doesn’t go unnoticed to either you nor niall. and you both hated it, torn up inside because fuck, it was louis. he was never a small petrified animal, he was usually a loud rambunctious one. 

“no, that’s not- what ?” niall sighs, shaking his head. “y’always welcome here, louis, you know that,” he offers softly, gaze fixated on his to convey that he really means that. thankfully louis visibly deflates when the words hit his brain, a little ounce of comfort in knowing that. “but, help us understand, please. shouldn’t you be with your lady ? not barging in on us in the middle of the night ?”

louis takes a deep breath, eyes flicking across the room as his brain pieces together exactly what he wants to ask. he was so jumbled up, it wasn’t easy to form one coherent thought without 8 other notions intruding. he sits himself on the coffee table, facing you both, wrangling the one thought that was plaguing him most, “i need to know what you meant before you left. when you said it was the opposite,” louis murmurs shyly, eyes flicking to yours when he said the word opposite. and just as quickly, he looks back at niall, adding, “and you said us. said it was hard for us,” he emphasizes.

niall chuckles breathily, shaking his head, “this couldn’t wait til morning huh ?”

“no !” louis all but shouts, niall’s eyes going wide, as he starts to understand that this entire thing is getting way bigger than he ever had imagined. 

“okay, okay,” niall hums softly, hoping that a calm conversation works just the same on louis as it does on you. “sorry louis, m’sorry. just a little caught off guard by this.”

“so am i,” louis groans, scrubbing his face with his palms, willing to do anything to slow his mind and just be able to think properly. 

“alright,” niall nods, shuffling a bit so he’s seated more on the edge of the couch, his hand extending to land on louis’ knee, giving a comforting squeeze, his thumb fluttering into a little soothing rub. “just tell us what’s going on, we want to help, mate.”

louis takes a breath, gaze fixated on niall’s, “just please tell me, please. i need to know what you meant. it’s driving me mental.”

“what am i missing ?” you pipe in quietly, shuffling yourself to the edge of the couch as well, wanting nothing more than to be closer to both of them. a feeling you hadn’t been able to soak in for months. 

“when i asked you to go wait in the car,” niall explains, looking over at you, “lou said that he didn’t want you to hate him-“

“you think i hate you ?” you interrupt, your face snapping to stare at louis, sadness washing over your features.

“no, it’s not- i don’t-“ louis stutters, because really, he knows you don’t hate him, it’s just he never thought-

“fuck, i don’t hate you louis, i love you,” you blurt out, “why on earth do you think i hate you ? what did i do to make you believe that ?”

louis just stares at you, mouth slightly parted, ears ringing loudly, breath caught in his throat. did he hear that right ? did you just- but niall- niall. fuck. his best friend. louis’ gaze snaps to him, worry and panic etched into his features, still too frozen to process properly and form a coherent sentence.

“what ?” niall asks softly, breathing a laugh, “think i didn’t know that ? she hasn’t exactly been hiding it.”

“but- but how-“ louis groans loudly, looking back at you for a moment before landing his head back into his hands. this was too much, there was too much happening at once and his brain was imploding.

“louis,” you murmur soothingly, tracing his bird tattoo to get his attention, his face lifting from his hands, eyes filled with a desperate need to understand. “do you want to know why niall and i work so well together ?”

he nods, eyes flicking between the both of you, as you turn a bit to face niall better, smile taking over your features, something you couldn’t quite control whenever you looked at the man you loved so much. “we love each other, unconditionally. we don’t get angry with each other, we empathize, sympathize, understand.”

niall smiles back at you, eyes shining with pure adoration, as he adds on, “we don’t keep secrets, we just talk things out, ask questions, be there for each other. it’s done nothing but make us stronger, make our love stronger,” he hums, your forehead coming to rest against his, allowing yourself a small moment to take him in.

louis watches, biting hard on his lip, because this is exactly what he was afraid of. exactly what made him go find a girlfriend in the first place. he was jealous, mother fucking jealous, and he didn’t know how to handle it. still doesn’t. so he gets up, making a quiet exit towards the hall.

“hey,” you look over, “where are you going ?” you ask quickly, shooting up and grabbing at louis’ arm, forcing him to turn around, facing the couch again.

“s’that,” louis sighs, hand waving in the general direction of niall, the couch, and where you just were, sucked into your little world of niall.

“what’s that ?” you ask, leading him back into the living room.

“the two of you, fuck, i- i don’t know. jealousy ?” he murmurs, his shoulders deflating as he talks about it for the first time. “m’never gonna have the connection you two have.”

“christ, louis,” niall shakes his head, “‘course you wont. especially not if you keep running off to find a girlfriend every time. doesn’t happen overnight, gotta build it with us.”

louis sits back down on the coffee table, enjoying the ability to face the both of you while being in close proximity. it seemed to make this whole thing easier, just the fact that you could all feel each other, feed off of everyone’s calm demeanour. “there you go with that us again.”

“d’you honestly think he doesn’t want you here ?” you ask softly, utterly confused, because really, niall wasn’t all that great at hiding the way he’s been feeling about louis. 

“i don’t know what to think,” louis mutters exasperatedly. “up until a matter of hours ago, i just assumed this was all for good sex.”

“daft at reading people, you,” niall sighs, shaking his head. “guess that’s my fault though. i know that about you, should have been more honest from the start.”

“me too,” you nod, agreeing. “we all could have been more honest, i think,” you smile softly. 

“i’ll start,” louis hums, desperate for some clarity, eyes locked on your hand that had fallen onto his knee, fingertips rubbing his inner thigh over his pants. it was easier to keep his gaze down, scared of your facial reactions as he pours his heart out. the idea of empathetic understanding, no matter what, was still a very new concept. one that would take some practice, to gain the confidence, he assumes. “last time we were all together, we shared a moment, you and i,” he explains, eyes flicking to yours before falling back down to your hand. “it fuckin scared the piss outta me,” he breathes a nervous chuckle. 

“why did it scare you ?” you ask quietly, hand squeezing his thigh, as a silent confirmation that he’s safe to speak his mind.

“because i was just going to wind up hurting myself,” louis goes on. “i couldn’t have you the way i wanted you. m’not gonna be your fuckin lap dog,” he chuckles softly, referencing earlier, pulling a little giggle out of you.

“now where’d you go and get an idea like that ?” niall laughs, shaking his head. 

“because she’s your fuckin girlfriend,” louis groans. “christ, i want my best mate’s girlfriend,” he sighs, his head tipping back to look up at the ceiling, because this was really happening. “i want my best mate’s girlfriend,” he repeats, “and i want-“ he cuts himself off, eyes squeezing shut. fuck. this is not what he had planned out for his life. this is not what he expected when you asked him to join the two of you that fateful first time.

“i want you too,” niall fills in, hand reaching to grasp louis’, making him look down to both of you, trying to decipher your faces.

“what’s this mean then ?” louis mutters quietly, a bit too scared to say it loudly, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“i don’t know,” niall answers honestly. “and we don’t have to figure it all out right now. this was a lot, tonight. but now with our real feelings out in the open, we can think about it clearly. think about what we want. talk about it openly.”

niall, thank fuck for niall, always the level headed one. you truly dont know what you would do without him.

“it’s nice that we’re all on the same page,” you pipe up, smiling at both of them, turning a bit towards louis with a smirk.

“what’s that look for ?” louis laughs, his chest feeling so much lighter all of a sudden. the weight he’d been carrying for months finally vanished.

“well, i’d like to kiss you right now, but, you know, don’t wanna make you a cheater,” you giggle, referencing his little outburst from earlier.

“speaking of which,” niall jumps in, playfully scolding louis, “i hear you’re going around choking our girl in random bathrooms.”

louis presses his fingertips into his eyes, trying to stifle a laugh. our girl. christ, how much he loves hearing that. and it all just seems so ridiculous now. especially with how easy the two of you made this talk. “no fuckin clue what got into me. s’like i just knew it would make her stop. fuck, i really don’t know, my mind was going wild,” he answers niall, as best as he could, before turning to you, “wouldn’t be cheating,” he hums with a smirky smile, “after we left the restaurant, i brought her back home. told her i couldn’t see her anymore.”

you bite your lip, eyes locked on louis’, as you can hear niall’s chuckle in the background, “now why would you go and do a thing like that ?”

louis’ gaze flicks to niall’s, a knowingly playful look in his eyes, “because she wasn’t you two,” he hums, fingertips gliding down your cheek to your chin, then up your jaw to cup your neck, “she was nothing like you,” he murmurs.

“told you,” niall smacks your arm playfully, watching the blinding smile take over your features, slight blush rising to your cheeks.

“careful, m’gonna get an ego,” you joke quietly, your heart beating rapidly, because this was fucking finally happening. 

“you’ve earned it,” louis whispers, his lips coming up to yours, so close, ghosting breath against your skin, “fuck, i love you,” he murmurs before closing his mouth onto the plushness of your bottom lip.

a soft moan works its way from your chest, fingers instantly reaching up to tangle into louis’ hair. louis’ softest hair. fuck you missed him.

louis pulls away, faster than you would have liked, resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath momentarily. it really didn’t take much for you to render him breathless, something he’d almost forgotten.

the tiny whine doesn’t go unnoticed though, feeling the puff of louis’ breathy giggle against your lips, “just have one little thing i want to do before getting too lost in you.”

your eyebrows furrow, pulling away from him just enough to get a good look at his face, slightly confused, because what else could there be ?

but his gaze turns to niall’s, shuffling himself to be a bit closer to him, leaning in for a kiss.

niall takes no time falling into it, feeling louis’ fist tighten itself in his shirt, right over niall’s chest, muttering into the kiss, “i love you too.”

niall nods as a silent form of acknowledgment, a silent me too, their mouths still attached, too busy revelling into each other. niall’s hand comes up to glide through louis’ hair, gripping at the nape of his neck.

louis pulls away a moment later, looking at the both of you, taking this in. a lot had happened tonight. a lot of the weight he’d been feeling, lifted. a lot of the confusion and stress and panic and overflow of thoughts and emotions, just wiped away. and all of a sudden, he’s tired. feels like the moment after a large comforting meal, when you feel full in the best way, wanting nothing more than to get cozy and have a good sleep.

“look tired, tommo,” niall hums, fingertips gliding over the bags under his eyes, hands falling from his face to pat his thigh, “c’mon, lets get some sleep. think we all need it after tonight.”

“i’ll even let you take the middle,” you smile wide, leading them both up to the bedroom. you really wanted to lay down, you hadn’t noticed the toll this had taken on you until your adrenaline dropped, leaving you downright exhausted.

“i’m fuckin honoured,” louis laughs, lunging right in the middle of niall’s bed, shuffling himself comfortably under the blankets. with his eyes closed, he can feel you sliding in on his left, niall on his right. he can feel himself be saturated in calm happiness, giddy for whatever this new situation holds. excited for what he’ll be waking up to with his two favourite people.

Part 5

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tags : @cc-horan28 @acesofspadess @slutforcoffein @blondedmgc @daphnesutton

[sturn-wrld]

🪼one bed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader has a crush on matt but doesn't know he likes her as well

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap the willy), nicknames

a/n: day 5 of smutmas. idk how to feel about this one.

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you and matt had known each other for as long as you remember. there hadn't been a day you didn't see him. but you also don't remember a day where you didn't think of him and his dreamy eyes, beautiful smile and gorgeous hair. despite the strong feelings you feel about him constantly you had never told him. even after you moved in with him and his brothers in la, you still didn't tell him.

it had been 5 months since you moved in with the triplets and you all needed a well deserved vacation. so you are now sat in the airport waiting for your flight to the bahamas to board and take off.

having arranged the seats months prior you had forgotten you and matt offered to sit next to each other and wondered how you would survive through the whole flight next to him.

somehow you were able to make it through the flight without total embarrassment or combusting from matt obviously looking at you or talking lowly to you and now you are in the beautiful country of the bahamas. in the same sense you had organised with the group to sit next to matt on the plane you were going to share rooms as well.

as you and matt reached the biggest room in the airbnb you open the door to there being one bed. you immediately look at each other, figuring out the solution in your heads.

"i thought there would be more than one bed"

"me too. i can sleep on the couch if that makes you comfortable"

"no no. if anyone should i will but if your cool with sleeping in the same bed as me i am"

"sure we've done it before on accident, it won't be any different"

"yeah"

as matt and i made ourselves comfortable in our new bedroom for the week, we became hungry. apparently along with matt and nick. as the four of you sat downstairs eating the food you had just ordered nick mapped out the next week of fun activities that started today, probably your favourite day of the week, relaxing all day. your choice was in the pool.

after a long day of fun in the pool it finally came time to shower and get ready for bed. while you stood in yours and matt's shared shower you thought back on some of the moments that happened throughout the day. one stuck out in particular, matt had placed his hand around you and called you baby when you were having a conversation with nick.

"hey baby, what are you two talking about over here?" matt said placing his arm lowly on your hip looking between you and nick.

"n-nothing" you stuttered looking from his hand to his face. in all honesty you were talking about how you needed to tell matt that you liked him, which is a little weird as nick was his brother but you were friends with nick first.

as you now stand out of the shower wondering what he meant by this very meaningless phrase that many people use, you considered asking him about the interaction but decided to save it for the awkward chats you would have while trying to fall asleep tonight.

as you slowly slipped under the covers next to matt, you dazed over at his lowly lit facial features, being barely lit by the light of his dull phone. you continued to lay there in silence until he placed his phone down on his bedside table, laying down next to you.

"how did you like the day?" he asked turned m his side facing you

"good, i mean we didn't do much all day and the pool is pretty good" you struggled to continue to look into his soft eyes as he listened to every word you said intently, holding back what you actually wanted to talk about.

"anything else?" he said as he moved a strand of your hair from your face.

"uh, i mean yeah, earlier when you come over to me and was wrapped around me did that mean anything to you?"

"of course it did beautiful. i don't know how it took you so long to realise that there was more to this." he said ponting between the two of you

"i mean you weren't that obvious until today but i would like to think i was pretty obvious" you said with a yawn attached to the end.

"yeah, we'll talk about this more in the morning after you've rested" matt finished the conversation pulling you into a cozy cuddle.

as you started to fall asleep you subconsciously snuggled your body into his rubbing your side up against his groin earning a groan from matt. after this the small wriggles became anything but subconscious. suddenly matt grabbed your hips to position you still.

"are you okay there baby?"

"yeah i'm perfectly fine, are you?"

"not if you keep moving"

"why's that?" you asked obliviously knowing exactly why

"do you want to know now because i know you are going to keep moving"

"yes please"

with that matt started slowly removing both of our bottoms while kissing the back of your neck and shoulders. you kept grinding back on his now hard cock wanting more friction.

"hold on darling, be patient"

this sentence was nothing but absolute joy for your ears to hear. almost seconds later he gotten on his knees, flipping your body onto your stomach and pulled your ass up to his now hard dick.

"come on baby, stop teasing" you whined almost moaning it

that was the tipping point, he rammed his cock so hard into your hole causing a loud moan to escape your lips. matt instantly putting his hand over your mouth.

"do you want everyone to hear? didn't think so, be quiet"

the way he said it was heavenly. once you had started to fuck yourself on his cock he held your hips and started fucking you at an animalistic pace.

"oh fuck beautiful your so tight" he said leaning forward, kissing the back of your neck

you only moaned quietly in response as he had reached a depth that seemed impossible. suddenly he started rubbing your clit at a similar animalistic pace causing you to reach the edge.

"i'm so close matt, keep going"

"hold it until i say gorgeous"

after a few more rough slams against me i couldn't hold it anymore and neither could matt.

"cum now princess"

he came inside of me before slowly continuing to calm us from how highs. he pulled out and pulled me into his arms.

"i'm kind of glad there was only one bed now"

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[miley1442111]

hii would love smth with sydney adamu x reader if ur still taking requests!! like literally anything just need more syd content haha

omg thank u for requesting sydney, there's like nowhere near enough stuff for her? like guys... she's amazing. anyways, I hope you enjoy, it's kind of short, so sorry about that :)

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a/n: lowkey spoilers for season 2, episode 3- sundae, also I didn't really think of male! or fem! reader while writing so just imagine what you want :)

summary: sydney asks if you want to join her and carmen on some food tasting, how could you say no?

pairing: sydneyadamu x reader

warnings: general fluff, talk of parents dying, brief mention of lupus, brief mention of cancer, mention of crushes.

She was pretty. But… she was also technically your new boss. You, a new person on the waitstaff at The Bear, had been hired a month ago. For the past 4 days, you had been building the tables and chairs along with your new co-workers, they’re fine, all pretty normal people- nothing to write home about. But Sydney, your boss, she was amazing. She had been the one to orient you in the restaurant. She showed you where everything is and how everything works, but you were sure you’d forgotten all of it. You were too busy watching her.. You pushed those thoughts out of your head, for now, you just had to keep your head down, get to opening night. All anyone is focusing on is opening night. So, you keep working and finish the last table, when you notice Sydney standing and talking with Carmen. Carmen Berzatto was strange, in your opinion. He barely talked to her, yet she was his ‘business partner’? He refused to even send her a text when he basically told you all to start taking down walls more than a week ago, and she was rightfully upset. He walks away from her with a nod and you get up from under the table. She comes up behind you as you stretch your aching back. 

“Do you want to come with us? We’re just- our pallets are fucked and-” she starts to explain.

“Yes,” you say, probably too eagerly. 

“O-ok. Cool,” she smiles. “I’ll grab my stuff.”

You smile and follow her to the lockers. “So, where do you plan on going?”

“Just some places around, I know some people, Carm knows some people,” she shrugs and the nickname she has for him irks you slightly. There can’t be anything going on between them, right? 

“Will we wait for him?” You ask, pulling your jacket on.

“He’ll catch up,” she decides, leading out the back door and into the cold Chicago air. 

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A train ride, a short 10 minute walk, and a conversation with a waiter later, you sit across from Sydney, conversation flowing freely. You feel… comfortable with her. She’s awkward in an endearing way, kind in a way that's foreign to you, and so deeply interesting that you feel like you could talk to her forever. The food arrives, and it’s the best thing you’ve tasted in a while. Considering you’ve been living off of the same meal for the past three days (meal prepping is the only way you eat), this is like actual gold dust. Clearly your reaction doesn’t stay in your head, your eyes closing in satisfaction.

“Good right?” Sydney grins from across the table. 

All you can do is nod. And internally kick yourself for being so embarrassing. 

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Carmen has been long forgotten. He was supposed to show, he didn’t, boo hoo. You don’t care. Sydney doesn’t care. Your day with Sydney has been nothing short of perfect. Good food, good company, and now, good ideas- on Sydney’s part, you were basically just here for the food and her. 

“So, what’s your favourite food?” Sydney asks, just on the walk back to The Bear. 

“Can I be honest?” You chuckle, a warm feeling within you shielding you from the cold. 

“Of course!” 

“When I was a kid, my mom made these nachos with like-just random cheeses on them, and then we’d dip them in this spicy sauce until our tongues would go numb,” you recounted fondly. “I forgot to ask for the recipe before she died.” Sydney’s face falls, and you can’t help but feel that you’ve ruined the moment, the day too, maybe. “S-sorry, I didn’t- it just slipped out-”

“It’s ok. My mom died too,” she explains slowly. “Lupus.”

“Cancer.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiles softly as you both stop just outside the restaurant. 

“I was like 10, it happened a while ago-”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats. 

“I’m sorry too,” you smile, the sound of blood rushing filling your ears. You want to kiss her. You want to kiss her so bad. So, you do.

You reach and hand out and cup her cheek, pulling her in to kiss you. She gasps at the sudden contact, but kisses back all the same. She tastes like the mint the last restaurant gave you both. Her arms wrap around your neck, a smile on her lips against yours. You pull away, opening your eyes. 

She looks beautiful, a smile on her perfect lips. The lips you just kissed. 

“Thank you for today,” you smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” you chuckle.

She rolls her eyes and kisses you again.

Wow. What a good day. 

[carinavet]

A while back, after The Witcher seasons 2-3 came out, I Liked a couple of its songs on Spotify. Specifically, a couple of Jaskier's songs. Well, after I did that, Spotify started giving me recommendations based on those Likes. In those recommendations, here was one band in particular that had a male singer whose voice kind of reminded me of Jaskier's honestly, but there was something about it that just ... I have never been more attracted to just a voice in my life.

Now, I like voices. I pay attention to voices. And this dude's voice ... isn't particularly special. But there's something about his voice and the way he uses it that makes me Feel Things that just a voice should not make me feel.

So I made the conscious decision not to look up a picture of this dude. Because if he was ugly I was gonna cry.

So for MONTHS I listened to this band on repeat. And aside from my particular feelings about this voice, they're a great band! There is also a female singer, and she is also fantastic, though her existence is somewhat eclipsed by my Feelings around the male singer. Overall they have this strange sort of fey quality about them, both in the style and in the fact that for some reason I cannot bloody remember any of their lyrics. (Seriously, I'll give a song a listen specifically to pay attention to the words and by the time I'm listening to one line, I've already forgotten the previous one.) Enough that it's a bit startling when there's suddenly a line that mentions a cell phone. And all this time I resist the urge to go looking for any information on them beyond the music itself.

And then one day Spotify recommends me a playlist based on their music, and there's a new band thumbnail attached. (Or, new to me anyway.) It's a slightly better picture of the two lead singers. And this is still a teeny little thumbnail image on my phone, still pretty indistinct, but ... it's more than I had before. And I sit and I squint at that picture for a while, and I go, ".....Fuuuuck, he might actually be cute."

So finally I break, and I decide to look up a music video of the song that got me into this band in the first place. So I pop on over to Youtube and type in the name of the band and the song, and sure enough, there's the official music video, and there's a thumbnail for it with a picture of the guy. And again, this is a small and indistinct picture, but again, it's more than I had before. And again, I squint at this picture for a while and go, "........Wait a fucking minute."

Guess whose band it is. Go on, guess.

I had a friend I'd told about all this months previous, and I had to immediately text her and be like "IT'S JOEY FUCKING BATEY! IT'S BEEN HIM THE WHOLE TIME! WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!!"

(For those who don't know, the band is called The Amazing Devil. The song that got me into them is "The Horror and the Wild", but my current favourite is "Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious", and my favourite for his voice in particular is "Farewell Wanderlust".)

So anyway, all that's to say, I really like this music....👉👈

[bari-the-witch]

Mating dance

I got the idea to write that this morning while watching that video.

Written for @steddie-week day 2: Fluff

“And then the male starts his beautiful and quite fun to watch mating dance, trying to mesmerize the female into giving him her full attention. Look at how he moves around her, throwing his head back and showing off his impressive chest…”

Eddie watches the screen with rapt attention, one of his hands stopping halfway to his mouth, the popcorn on his lap long forgotten.

There is something hypnotic about what the bird is doing, dancing, and whistling, to impress the female in front of him.

Wow, and all that just to get laid. What an idiot.

Ever since he was a child, Eddie loved nature documentaries, something only a few of his friends know. It isn’t because he's ashamed of it. There is nothing shameful about learning more of the world around you, but it’s also nothing he parades around.

Wayne knows of course, he’s the one who got Eddie into it one rainy Saturday evening a few years ago. And it’s still their thing at least once a month, when Wayne works the day shift for a change, watching TV all night after they changed into their most comfortable pajamas. Some would call it childish, and Eddie is too old for this. Eddie calls it the happiest time of the month.

The second person to know about this is Steve.

Yeah, you heard right, Steve Harrington, former douchebag King Steve who actually turned out to be a decent guy, knows about mean and scary looking Eddie Munson that he likes to watch nature documentaries in his free time. Steve Harrington, who's also his friend now, a pretty good friend Eddie likes to point out.

It happened four weeks ago on a Saturday, when he and Wayne had their monthly Munson movie marathon. The knock on the door came as a surprise and Eddie threw a confused look in Wayne's direction, who simply shrugged his shoulders and said he didn’t expect anyone tonight. Eddie's pretty sure he didn't make any plans either.

The knock came again, firmer this time, so Eddie got up begrudgingly, wondering who's knocking on their door this time of the night uninvited. For a split second, all kinds of bad scenarios ran through his mind, ranging from Vecna being back to one of the townspeople having enough and trying to beat him up in his own home.

Turns out as he opened the door, he made plans with someone, Steve to be exact. And totally forgot about it.

In the end, Steve ended up wedged between them, a bowl of popcorn in his lap and the cutest, most confused expression on his face. Wayne, the old gossip girl, immediately told Steve everything about their monthly ritual, including Eddie’s fondness for animal documentaries.

Eddie expected at least some kind of teasing comment because it really was something to tease about, but Steve only nodded in understanding while chewing on a piece of popcorn, fueling Eddie’s pathetic crush further like a can of gasoline thrown into a fiery pit.

And now Eddie's sitting here on Steve’s couch, watching TV while Steve prepares something to eat. Eddie’s mouth waters at the delicious smell of a home-cooked meal wafting over from the kitchen.

He offered his help, only earning a stern look in return, so he walked back to the living room and popped in a tape to pass the time until dinner. Geez, he only nearly burned down the kitchen once because he got distracted by something outside. Steve really shouldn’t be so resentful about this.

"What are you watching?”

At the sound of Steve's voice, Eddie nearly throws over the popcorn bowl on his lap.

“Jesus Christ, Stevie. Wear a bell next time!” he says, gripping the bowl tighter, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat.

“I told you I’m like a ninja,” Steve replies amusedly at Eddie’s reaction. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Tell yourself that. It only worked because I was distracted.” He motions his head to the TV where another bird is trying to woo the totally unimpressed female in front of him.

“Sure, if you say so,” Steve says as he puts the two steaming bowls of pasta he’s carrying on the table. He then takes a seat on the couch beside him, a lot closer than Eddie’s poor heart can handle. With how close they’re sitting, Eddie is hyperaware of the warmth of Steve’s skin even through several layers of fabric and it makes him want to do all kinds of very stupid things right now.

To distract himself, he takes the bowl of food into his hands and takes a careful bite. It’s fucking delicious as always.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s actually working,” Steve snorts at something happening on the screen. “I mean, one moment she looks like she doesn’t care and in the next she’s like - BOOM - totally impressed. Only because he’s puffing out his chest a bit and making all these weird noises.”

“You mean like you?” Eddie teases, bumping their shoulders together. “Looks a bit familiar actually.”

“H- Hey!” Steve sputters wide-eyed. “I do not - I don’t like that, man. Take that back!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No!”

“Come on Steve, even you have to admit that it’s almost the same.”

“Eddie, come on,” Steve laughs embarrassed. “Don’t be an ass. I don't look like that when I’m flirting.”

“You mean,” Eddie puts the bowl back on the table before jumping up and moving around until he’s in front of Steve, “You don’t walk around like that when you want to impress someone?” He puffs out his chest just like the bird did, throwing his head back and moving his arms in a bad impression of wings, flailing them around. “Because I’ve clearly seen those moves on you before, Stevie. Don’t deny it.”

“Oh my God Eddie, stop it. You look absolutely ridiculous!” Steve laughs, holding his stomach and nearly toppling over from laughing so hard. There are tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and the rush of making Steve lose it like this only spurs Eddie on further to make an idiot out of himself.

“Sorry Stevie, I can’t hear you over my awesome imitation of your flirting,” Eddie cackles, jumping and flailing around like a maniac.

“Shit,” Steve says between wheezing breaths. “Shit, I can’t believe this is so working on me right now.”

Eddie nearly lands face first on the floor, stumbling over his own two feet at Steve’s unexpected words. As he gets back his footing his head immediately snaps over to him. Steve's mouth is pressed into a firm line, a bright blush high on his cheeks while he tries to avoid Eddie’s eyes.

“Uh, just - just forget what I said.”

The carefree atmosphere from before felt tense now, replacing laughter with awkward silence. Eddie needs a moment to fully comprehend what Steve said, and after he did, the first slivers of hope lodge themselves inside his chest.

Holy shit, did that mean…?

“Steve…?” Eddie asks hopefully, walking a few steps closer. “Does that mean you…?”

Steve snorts, but it sounds bitter this time. “That I have had a huge fucking crush on you for months now and it’s slowly driving me crazy? Yes, absolutely. Do what you want with that, but please,” he gulps, looking at Eddie pleadingly. "Let's just… talk about something else?”

Eddie dreamed for months of hearing those words coming out of Steve’s mouth and he never thought he’d hear them for real, not in a million years. But here they are now, in the middle of the Harrington living room after Steve dropped the bomb of crushing on him for months. Not weeks, not days. Months. So, it isn’t a spur of the moment thing but actual, serious feelings. The whole situation is so surreal, that's the only explanation for what Eddie is doing next.

He laughs, right into Steve’s face.

 It starts with a small huff, before spiraling into something loud and boisterous. Eddie grips his stomach like Steve did before, trying to catch his breath in between.

“Glad this is amusing you so much,” Steve hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a sign of defense. “God, I’m such an idiot…”

No. Nope. Oh no, shit. He didn’t mean it like that. At all.

Just as Steve shoots up from the couch and is about to squeeze himself through the gap between Eddie and the table, Eddie wakes up from his stupor, quickly grabbing Steve’s wrist.

“Hey, no. Sorry I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn't try to leave again, so Eddie continues.

"Sorry for laughing at you. I shouldn’t have done that,” he says ruefully, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face. "But you totally caught me off guard with your confession. Not that it’s your fault or anything. I just never thought I’d hear those words like ever, so… God, it’s so weird that you finally said them and all it took was moving in front of you like an idiot. With a stupid bird mating dance.”

Tentative laughter bubbles out of his chest, filling the space between them and only now Eddie realizes how close they’re standing. His lips suddenly feel dry, and he licks them, noticing Steve's eyes follow the movement. 

Eddie never kissed someone or was kissed before, but even he knows the meaning of this.

So, with one last look, to make sure he doesn't read this wrong, Eddie slowly leans in, giving Steve enough time to draw back or shove him away.

He doesn’t.

Eddie has no clue what he’s doing when he presses their lips together, when he grabs Steve’s face in his hands by instinct, angling it to the side, so he can slot their open mouths together to deepen the kiss. But it must be the right thing to do because Steve enthusiastically returns it, burrowing his hands into Eddie’s hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

Eddie gasps, so Steve does it again.

The kiss is hot and messy and even better than he imagined it in the solitude of his room. It sends tingles from his lips all the way down his spine before it pools hotly in his stomach like a pond of molten lava. 

When they part again after seconds, minutes, hours, Eddie can’t really tell, he needs a moment to gather his thoughts, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Steve isn’t far behind him on that. Steve's panting lightly, hair disheveled from Eddie’s hands, his lips swollen and shining wetly in the bright light of the still turned-on TV.

“Just for the record, I really like you,” Steve whispers, leaning his forehead against Eddie’s with still closed eyes. “If you haven’t noticed already.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Eddie answers playfully, pretending to take a moment to think about it. “I guess I need more convincing.”

“Idiot…," Steve huffs amusedly and kisses him again.

Later, when both of them feel like their lips are about to fall off, they cuddle on the couch and watch the rest of the movie. Steve is on his back, head propped up on the armrest, legs stretched out and his arm around Eddie’s back. Eddie's draped halfway on top of him, playing with a loose thread from Steve’s shirt.

“I still can’t believe this shit worked on me,” Steve says as he watches another bird try its luck at a female. He tenses. “Oh God, please don’t tell anyone this is how we got together. Please, Eddie. You can’t do that to me.”

“What? Afraid you’ll lose some cool points to the kids?”

This earns him a pinch to the side.

“Come on, say it.”

“Hmm, no.”

“Eddie!”

Steve pinches him again, which makes Eddie laugh and pinch him back, and soon they’re tangled up in a full-blown pinching war, missing the rest of the movie.

[ladysomething]

Hello there lovely human 💛

I’m kind of going around my favorite writers and ask them for advice and insights about their process (so I can collect it all like a hoarder). I hope you mind sharing some wisdom with us 🥺

So what I just don't understand is how you can post as you write while maintaining this level of awesomeness in your writing. Without writing yourself into a corner and keeping consistency. And it is awesome, the first time I read "You and me, we got a big reputation" I stayed up till 4 in the morning to finish it and it left me full of emotion and hollow at the same time (the same way as when you finish a great TV show or a good book or an awesome video game leaves you feeling, like something beautiful just ended and you can never experience it again. The kind of hollow that leaves you wondering what to do with your life now, that your world has changed, where your chest is empty and full at same time).

Anyway, how do you approach your ideas? Do you have the whole fic plotted out before sitting down for the first chapter? Do you write in order? Does it always go the way you plotted it in the beginning? How long did it take you to plot out "Where you go I go"? Or "You and me, we got a big reputation"?

Anything you want to share about your process would be appreciated 💛

I'm trying to put into words my first actually long fic ever and I know it will be better if I post it after it is all finished, but it is also easier to keep up the momentum if you have readers on your side.

hi!!!

firstly, thank you for the love on big reputations. I'm coming up on a year since I posted the first one shot in the don't blame me series, and I'm feeling some type of way about that.

secondly ... man oh man. I'm gonna go question by question here, but I'm gonna put it below the cut because I know I'm gonna ramble.

well the first thing is that I'm not posting as a write, not really. I'm three chapters ahead, which for me is what I need to make sure I don't write myself into a corner. I'm far enough ahead that I can keep control of the narrative. some people like be further ahead, others don't need to be ahead at all, but that's about the appropriate distance for me, I've found.

it depends on the fic! wygig is pretty much entirely plotted out, yeah. big reputations was not. I had a general idea about where it started, how it was ending, and what I wanted to happen in the middle, but specific scenes weren't planned - not like wygig. GMTF I had specific scenes in my head that I wanted to write, but more I had specific emotions I was trying to capture, and I built the plot around that. in my original manuscript, I had the three acts planned out, the main plot points per act, and then felt it out as I went (which ended up meaning I had a serious pacing problem that is still unresolved, hence why it's still sitting in my drafts lmao). so yeah, it depends on the story.

I write in order these days, but I didn't used to. I've just found that, for me, writing in order means that it forces me to keep writing, because I HAVE to go through all the boring scenes to get to the fun scenes. I use it as motivation, but that doesn't work for everyone! it certainly means that sometimes, by the time I get to the fun scene, I've forgotten what I had planned for it, so I have to build it all up again lmao.

no it doesn't always go the way I plotted! characters often do things I hadn't planned for them to do - sometimes good, sometimes bad. I've been going very rogue recently with wygig, as @saiyanwitcher can attest to. she's had to reel me back in quite a lot recently haha.

oh god, it took @saiyanwitcher and I probably .. I'd say we worked on plotting wygig for a solid month before I started writing - BUT the major caveat here is that I was writing the brocedes fic while we were plotting it out. so I refused to start writing wygig until I finished that, which meant we spent more time on plotting than I usually would. and then we revisit plot points as I get closer to writing them - see what can be kept, what needs to be deleted, what needs to be changed to fit the rogue elements I've inevitably introduced lmao

as I said, I didn't really plot big reputations out like I did with wygig, so that didn't really take any time at all! haha

as advice for putting together your first long fic ... what I'll say is this. I've been writing for almost 15 years at this point. I didn't even realise that I was coming up with a way to write that works best for me until I'd already done it.

I realised I needed people to give feedback as I go. I need to have written a lot in advance, before I start posting anything, so that I know I can finish it under my own steam and that my interest will continue. I need to listen to my mind when I get bored, and take a few days break from writing - but I can't go more than a week without touching a fic, otherwise I won't go back.

they're all things you'll learn along the way!

I also think you should try not to compare yourself to others. if you try to match what other people are doing, you'll never finish, because you'll end up disappointed in one way or another. it's easier said than done, for sure, but if it's your first, give yourself some slack and take everything as a learning experience!

and remember, above all else, to write for yourself. if your always writing for yourself, writing what YOU want to see, the motivation is easier to find.

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

Another day, another chronicle my friends

A short one but a good one indeed.

Enjoy :)

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Word Count: 595 words

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, rebirth (all mentioned, but not detailed), the slightest hint of angst, major comfort and fluff

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #5, so if you would like some more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on. :)

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chronicle III - mermaids

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Bucky hated movie nights.

Or at least he thought he did.

Bucky was starting to think time went by faster in this god forsaken tower.

It was another movie night.

This time accompanied by the charm and dreamy atmosphere of Disney.

It was supposed to be a “bonding” experience.

Bucky kept trying to refer back to that as he watched the others fight over what magical movie to watch this evening.

“Everyone knows you watch Cinderella on Disney night.”

“That’s just a rule you made up, Stark.”

Bucky wondered if Nat ever grew tired of Stark. He wondered if everyone wanted to punch his lights out every few days.

Or maybe that was just a Bucky thing.

“Can we watch Winnie the Pooh? Please?”

“No Sam. No one wants to watch a bear eat honey.”

Bucky usually tuned this out, but for some reason this time around, he found it humorous in a way.

Even if Sam and Clint going back and forth about a bear eating honey was annoying.

So much for bonding.

It was a miracle they had actually picked a movie.

Some movie about a girl who was a mermaid, but wanted to become a human.

It was another miracle that everyone had already fallen asleep.

Bonding or not, Bucky was already planning his escape. He would slowly creep over Nat and Clint, making sure to miss Clint’s hand that was still reaching for the popcorn in his snoring slumber. Then, he would bypass Bruce and Stark on the couch, avoiding Steve and Sam at the end of the-

“Who’s that?”

He would have jolted.

He should have.

This time around though, she was wearing dog pajama pants.

“I’m sorry?”

“The mermaid. Who is she?”

Bucky had almost forgotten there was a movie playing.

“Oh, uh- I think her name is Ariel. She’s trying to become a human.”

She hummed, slowly creeping over to the empty spot next to Bucky.

This happened last month.

At first, he wasn’t quite sure what to think. Another person to join him in his own personal brand of hell, aka movie night. More minds to churn the idea of another month gone by in the tower.

Yet…

He was finding he didn’t mind it so much.

“She kind of looks like me.”

Bucky followed V’s finger, pointed at the cartoonish hair flowing down the mermaid’s back.

The mermaid’s was angelic, pure.

The color of innocence.

V’s was similar, save for the white streaks in the front.

V’s was darker though. Cherry red, garnet red.

Blood red.

The color of rebirth. Life anew.

“She does.”

Bucky liked V’s hair though.

“It’s pretty. The mermaid’s hair.”

He hummed in agreement.

He wasn’t looking at the cartoonish movie.

“So is yours.”

He truly hadn’t meant for it to come out.

He’d promised himself he would just leave it alone, let the past die.

Everything else had, so why couldn’t this?

But Steve hadn’t.

Neither did V.

“Oh- thank you.”

It was warm, comforting. Her smile.

The cycle of life was anew for Bucky. The past had died, corroded away, stayed in the past as it should have.

The cartoonish mermaid kept swimming on screen, dancing and singing to some silly tune.

This time around, Bucky did forget there was a movie playing all together.

Maybe movie nights weren’t really about movies with mermaids after all.

Maybe it was about sitting next to pretty girls in dog pajama pants. Who had warm smiles and mermaid-like hair.

Maybe movie nights weren’t so bad after all.

And Bucky decided he liked that idea.

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people who think would like to see this: @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @chaoticvampirejedi @ahsokasleftbicep

[frozenwolftemplar]

For the ask game!

5, 8, 14, 18, 31, 39, 45, 60, 65, 73

I know it's been a bit, but I haven't forgotten about this and have been adding to it in between all that fic writing/editing last month (and my laptop being a pain) and it's finally ready! I really like all these questions and wanted to give great answers; I hope you enjoy! (warning though: it's long).

5: Do you like constructive criticism? - Yes, I actually do! Admittedly, it can be hard to hear, and also admittedly I haven't had much experience receiving it (prior to writing fic, my main genre of writing was academic, and I never got much writing feedback on those papers), but the odd times I have received it I did appreciate it and feel like I grew as a result.

8: Do you prefer the beginning, middle or end of the story? - Ending, one-hundred percent! I just love that feeling you get when the story starts winding down, folding itself up like a letter you're about to tuck in an envelope, and you can feel it; it's such a cool sensation and I love it. Plus, I like the fun in thinking up a final angsty gut-punch line or snappy bit of humor to end things on.

14: How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel or draw from personal experiences? - I usually try to clear my head (easier said than done) and really slot myself in the character's shoes, focusing on the scene and how it affects them and let that guide what I write. I really try to let the scene guide what happens next, especially if the scene is a conversation or argument; in the latter case I'll probably go back later and revise it a little to make sure everything is in-character.

I do sometimes draw from personal experience, especially for more intense emotions like anger or disappointment; I have a multi-chap upcoming where Cass goes through a pretty tough time and I dipped into personal experience a lot for it.

18: Do you title your fics before, during, or after and how do you come up with them? - Honestly, titling fics is hands-down one of the hardest parts of the whole fic-writing process for me; it's usually the very last thing I tackle along with the summary, and more often than not I just do the whole 'one-word title' thing. 🙃 If a fic is inspired by a particular literary work or quote, I usually reference that for the title (like 'White Roses')

31: Do you start with the characters or the plot? - I'm...not actually sure? A lot of my fics start with a plot, but other times (especially if I'm working from a prompt) I start with the characters and just think of different situations to put them in and how they'd react. But maybe that's still plot first? I think the answer would be some of each, then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

39: Share a snippet from a WIP - Gladly! How about that multi-chap I just mentioned?

"She had only taken a few steps towards the barracks, though, when a cry split the still spring air. "Ho! Coming up the road! The Captain and his troops!" Dad! Instantly Cass changed course, sprinting for the front courtyard. Her dad was back early! Hooray! As much as she liked having Captain Williams here, it just wasn't the same as her dad. She had missed him so much, and couldn't wait to sit on his lap and hear- "Look alive, everyone! They've got a man down!"

45: Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh? - Well, my favorite thing to do is pull the rug out from under readers; give them some cute fluff or a happy moment then -BAM!- flash forward to angst! But between the two: laugh. I know I write a fair amount of angst, and I do enjoy it very much, but I just really love reading a comment where someone says that my writing made them laugh. 😊

60: Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like? - Well, you've commented on my fics, right? 😉 I have been so fortunate as to have had this happen to me many times, starting from the very first fic I posted. A few writers who I held (and still hold!) as among the fandom's very best actually said they liked what I wrote and I, an extremely self-conscious writer who was seriously thinking I'd made a huge mistake and should just delete my account before I could humiliate myself- was over the moon (once the initial mortification of oh my gosh, this incredibly talented person who's writing an epic read my piddly little fic wore off 😅).

It's been three years since then, and I still get such a thrill whenever I see any writer I admire comment on my fics (and if it's the first time they've commented on my fics, that 'oh my gosh' mortification still kicks in 🤦‍♀️)

65: Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project - I can't really name one thing in particular. Right now I'm on a bit of a break from new ideas; I currently have a lot of half-finished projects I want to get back to and fully-written fics that need to be edited before posting. So right now I'm most looking forward to digging out those old pieces and getting excited about them again. But I also have some ideas for Little Cass fics that I've never gotten around to writing at all, and I'm eager to dive into those and see where they lead!

73: What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? - My style. I mostly learned how to write a story by example, with my 'examples' being books like 'Little Women' and 'Anne of Green Gables:' titles that are well over a century old and written when the world had a different idea of how you write a novel. They have a flowery, flowing feel to them where the author routinely switches perspectives (sometimes several times to a page), personifies things like household objects and the environment, goes on about someone's thoughts and feelings at length, and provides some commentary on the goings-on. It's a style I love and, by habit and intent, strive to emulate. It makes my fics long and sometimes a challenge to write, but I love the end result too much to do it any other way!

Thank you so, so much for the ask! This was a lot of fun and I hope you enjoyed reading this! Take care! 💙

[misty720]

Jealousy - Ch 3:

Serif arrived home on the bus since Chara wasn't able to leave the house to pick him up. "There you are, son! How was school?" Chara greeted him.

"Hi, Mom! It was... school. How's Bubby?"

"He's finally asleep. The fever is under control and he may be out for a while. Would you mind being a big man for me and watching your siblings while I run Papa some lunch? I'm sure he hasn't eaten knowing him."

"Of course! Tell, Dad I want a piece of that mud pie with a big helping of the fresh whipped cream. Mmm..."

"Child, I will bring home dinner if you want. Save Dad from having to make it later and he can grab something from the kitchen... Alright, I love you. Keep an ear out for bubby, don't let minion be unsupervised on the tablet, and if anything happens call me. Call the emergency line first if it's bad enough." Serif leaned down to hug her being taller than her now at five foot, ten inches and growing. Out the door she went with a bag stuffed full of sandwhiches, banana chips, apples, and a plain yogurt cup for the big bonehead. Once Chara arrived at her husband's business, she noticed the dinner rush hadn't picked up yet. This excited her knowing he would take a minute to sit with her while he ate. She looked in her mirror and noticed she hadn't bothered to fix her hair and was still wearing her stretchy pants with one of Papyrus's old t-shirts. "Damn, I used to dress up before meeting him out anywhere... When did I stop caring? Oh yeah! After Kabel started walking! He was the hellion who stained everything I wore in some way! I love him. Still, I could have put on real pants... Wait! I might have a spare in the trunk."

Chara crawled across the back seat of her sedan and dug through a bag that had been sitting in the back full of packed clothes she had forgotten about after their most recent trip out of town. Inside she found a pair of jeans and a pair of heels she hadn't seen in two months. Quickly, the now self conscious housewife slipped off her yoga pants and traded for the jeans then strapped on the simple heels. Thinking fast, she tied the excess length of her shirt with a hair tie and ran some mousse from her purse through her hair to define the waves. She thought a moment if it would be inappropriate for her thirty-four self to show her midriff as short as she pulled the shirt. She wasn't in the shape she could be, unlike Frisk who worked out and ran a lot with Papyrus, but she wasn't unattractive either. Deciding "fuck it", she went with high waist pants and high rise on the shirt. She looked pretty damn good considering she pushed three babies out and having Papyrus as a chef of a husband.

On entering the double doors, she first noticed the new hostess and two of the other waitresses standing by the podium giggling and looking back in the direction of the kitchen. As she approached she heard one girl say, "You don't think much of him at first because he comes off as goofy and strange, but after working for him a while, you'll find he's actually fucking hot." This caused her ears to perk and she hung back at the seating to eavesdrop. She pulled out her phone to pretend she was interested in it instead.

"Really??" the young hostess questioned. "I mean, he is pretty cute for a monster I guess..."

"Just wait. He's such a flirt too. I'm still not sure if he realizes it," the third girl spoke.

"I don't care, I'd jump him if he would give me the time of day," the first girl whispered.

"Shh! He is married, girl! And, from what I hear, his wife is very pretty," the hostess scolded. "I hear they have three little kids too."

"I don't care. I mean, think about it. He's a skeleton monster." Chara arched her brow hearing her suspicions confirmed. They were indeed discussing her husband. "How could he possibly have kids? How would he even know if they were his given that much? Plus, people have affairs all the time." Chara's venomous side reared fast as she stomped down the urge to yank the girl by her hair and slam her to the ground. Instead, she approached the podium.

"Hi, welcome! How many will be dining tonight?" The hostess quickly turned her attention to Chara.

"Just two," Chara answered.

"That will be a fifteen minute wait. Is that okay?"

"Actually, my party is already here. By the way, I couldn't help but hear, so are you talking about the owner of this establishment by chance?"

The girls looked at each other pensively and the first waitress leaned in to whisper, "Yeah, it sounds insane doesn't it? And, looking at him at first he's forgettable but looks are very deceiving with that one. Why, do you know him?"

"You could say that. I do know for a fact all three of those children are his though."

"Oh my gosh, how??" While Chara smiled politely and nonchalantly at the girls, two of the waiters passing toward the kitchen eyed her from a distance as they entered.

"Holy shit, did you see her?" one waiter asked his coworker.

"Hell yeah, I did!" the second guy agreed. "Talk about a total cutie! I wonder who she's here with?"

"I dunno, but I'm going to see if she'll leave with me. Damn, son!" Curious as to what had the attention of his staff, Papyrus left the current job to his sou chef and peaked around the corner with them.

"WHAT ARE WE LOOKING AT??"

"Oh! Boss!! You scared the hell outta me!" the first waiter jumped.

"SORRY, WHAT'S GOING ON?" His eye sockets came to life seeing his lovely wife at the entrance.

"You see her too, don't you? Don't lie either, boss. I know you're married but ya still have eyes and she is definitely eye candy. Isn't she bangin'?"

"OH YES, FOR SURE..." he replied with an arched browbone realizing they were ogling his wife who had came in dolled up more than usual.

"Think one of us has a chance, Chef?" waiter number two questioned.

"NOT ON YOUR LIFE BOYS..." he answered and stepped out hanging his apron on the hook.

"Well, do you see your party anywhere?" the hostess asked Chara trying to keep the conversation somewhat professional.

"Yes. Yes I do," she replied as her amber eyes lit up in the soft lighting.

"HELLO, DEAREST!" Papyrus greeted her causing the three to exchange panicked looks.

"Hi, honey!" she smiled and took his hand. He escorted her to the back office out of the lobby eye.

"Oh shit, we are in so much trouble..." the second waitress gasped.

As they passed the kitchen, Papyrus arched his brownone again and smirked a little evil smirk. "Oh, shit, I think we're in trouble... Dude, we were totally perving on his wife... in front of him!" waiter one panicked

"No, not in front of him. Too him. He was part of the conversation in which we were perving on his wife... We're so screwed," number two agreed.

Behind the shut door, Papyrus gave her a big kiss and asked, "HOW IS LITTLE MAN DOING? HAS THE FEVER BROKE? SORRY I HAVE ONLY TEXT YOU. IT'S BEEN HECTIC TODAY. WHAT BRINGS YOU BY ANYWAY?"

"I brought you something to eat because I'm sure you're starving. Kabel was fast asleep when I left, but he's still feverish. Serif is watching him and Sylf for a bit while I sit with you. I won't be out long, I swear. I did promise the kids food from here though, and the stinker wants a piece of mud pie."

"I'LL PUT IT IN. THOUGH... BY THE WAY MY BOYS WERE TALKING, THEY MUST HAVE THOUGHT YOU WERE ON THE MENU."

"Do what??" she laughed.

"I CAUGHT TWO OF MY GUYS TAKING IN THE LOVELY VISAGE THAT YOU ARE AND HAD TO SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN REAL FAST." Papyrus kissed her neck briefly and tore into his loaded sandwich.

"Well, I was trying to catch an eye light... yours specifically..."

"DEAR, IF YOU HAD CAME IN WEARING YOUR STRETCHY PANTS, HOUSE SLIPPERS, YOUR HAIR THROWN BACK IN THAT STRANGE BUN YOU WOMEN MAKE, AND I DIDN'T HAVE SO MANY HERE, YOU WOULD BE ON MY MENU."

"Papyrus, shut your mouth!" Chara gasped as her naturally blushed cheeks lit up.

"WHAT?? WE HAVE THREE CURTAIN CLIMBERS FOR A REASON. I LOVE YOU, BUT I'M ALSO ATTRACTED TO YOU." He gave her a cheesy grin.

"Yeah, yeah..." Chara pursed her lips feeling flustered even after sixteen years together. "Wait! You were jealous! Papyrus, the most secure man I know besides Gaster, was actually jealous of someone besides Dean for once?!"

"I DIDN'T SAY THAT! I ONLY SAID I HAD TO UPSTAGE THEM."

"You had to show your dominance and claim your terroritory, you mean!"

"BABY, YOU DON'T COME IN OFTEN AND THE NEW RECRUITS DON'T ALL KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. BESIDES, I LIKE YOUR FRIEND. I JUST LIKE HIM BETTER NOW THAT HE'S MARRIED WITH A FAMILY..."

"Mhm. Well, it would help if you had some photos. You have no pictures in here of me or the kids..." she took notice looking around. "And heavens, your office is a wreck?! What the hell, Pap!? You are also the most pristinely organized man I know! Why does your back office look so disheveled??"

"WHEN I WAS A SECRETARY, I WAS A SECRETARY AND DID MY JOB WITH EXCELLENCE. I'M NOT A SECRETARY ANYMORE AND NEED ONE MYSELF... I... DON'T HAVE TIME TO ORGANIZE IF I WANT TO GO HOME SOMETIME THAT SAME DAY," he admitted feeling embarrassed at the mess.

"Why didn't you say something? I can help you-"

"NO, NO! YOU DO SO MUCH AS IT IS. I WOULDN'T DARE ASK YOU TO TAKE THIS DISASTER ON. NO, I'M GOING TO HIRE A BOOKKEEPER WHO WILL BE PAID TO CLEAN THIS UP AND KEEP IT MAINTAINED. IT'S LONG OVERDUE."

"Well... I get to have some say in who you hire to spend those hours alone with you..." Chara muttered hopping on his desk to sit.

"WAIT, WHAT? I DON'T MIND IF YOU DO BUT WHY??"

"No reason really... just... want to start being involved a little..."

"OKAY, OUT WITH IT. WHO SAID SOMETHING AND WHAT DID THEY SAY THAT HAS YOU SO DEFENSIVE?"

"Nothing... I just heard some of your younger... *cough* than me- ahem!! - waitresses talking about how hot you are... that's all..."

"NYEH HEHEHEHEH!!! THAT'S FUNNY, LOVE! DON'T BE ABSURD, DEAR. I'M SURE YOU MISUNDERSTOOD."

"They said specifically a 'skeleton monster' and made a wild accusation that your kids aren't your kids..."

"I SEE. YOU'RE BEING JEALOUS AND INSECURE. WHO CARES WHAT ANYONE SAYS OR THINKS? WE KNOW THE TRUTH AND THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. I WILL HAVE A GROUP MEETING ABOUT BEING APPROPRIATE WHILE ON THE FLOOR AND GOSSIPING IN FRONT OF CUSTOMERS. THAT'S NOT OKAY. DON'T WORRY, I WON'T CALL ANYONE OUT, BUT NEXT TIME I CATCH IT THERE WILL BE REPRIMAND. AW, MY LITTLE WOMAN IS JEALOUS OVER ME FOR ONCE!"

"I'm not jealous... I simply don't like the idea that they think you're flirting..."

"I'M NOT. I DON'T FLIRT WITH ANYONE BUT YOU, MY DEAR."

"Not to hear those girls tell it... They specifically called you a flirt." Chara had by this point crossed her legs and arms feeling apprehensive. "Pap, you are so nice and sociable that you come off as flirtatious, okay. I don't say anything because I know it's just your personality, but... I don't like the idea that some young girl who works for you feels she might have a chance."

"CHARA, BABY, I LOVE YOU. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE ABOUT ANYONE IN HERE THAN I CARE ABOUT A STRANGER EXCEPT FOR EL BECAUSE SHE'S OUR FRIEND AND WE KNEW HER WHEN SHE WAS FIFTEEN AND NEEDED OUR HELP. I LOVE YOU, I WANT YOU, AND AT NIGHT I COME HOME TO YOU. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ANOTHER AND THERE NEVER WILL BE. YOU'RE MINE."

Chara gave him the sheepish grin and kissed him right as the door opened. "Pap- oh, hey Chara!" Elodie entered. "Just wanted to say I'm off for the night. Do you need anything before I go?"

"Hey, El!" Chara greeted back.

"NO, YOU'RE GOOD TO LEAVE. I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. ON YOUR WAY OUT, MAKE SURE THOSE TROUBLE THREE ARE NOT HOVERING AT THE PODIUM, PLEASE." Elodie nodded and darted out the door.

"Hey!" waitress one called for her before she could reach the door.

"Yes, what do you need before I go?" Elodie answered feeling annoyed.

"Are they making out in there?" waitress two asked as she joined the huddle from behind a partition hanging over it.

Elodie went to answer and thought carefully before speaking. "Oh yes, definitely," she lied.

"Omg, really??"

"Yes, and it was heated too. They were so embarrassed, but not as much as they could have been. I mean, it was only me who walked in. I've known them for a few years, so it wasn't as bad as if one of you walked in. But don't get too hung up. Knowing the boss, that's as risque as it would get in his business especially during work hours. He's a very professional man, he just really loves his wife so he risked a little smooch time. Later, gals, and watch the gossip."

The three exchange more panicked glances after Elodie left. "I told you to stop fawning over him! He's happily married, so much so that he's in his office tongue wrestling all because she brought him a sandwhich."

"Well, why doesn't she come out every night with him food?"

"Three kids genius. She's probably doing other things that he's not there to help with. Now, stop before you get in serious trouble." Her coworker rolled her eyes and grabbed some menus to seat the customers walking in.

Papyrus walked his wife to the car with her order and parted with small peck. After waving, he hurried back to the kitchen to prep for the dinner rush.

@papara-week

[countessofravenclaw]

Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter nine

Sometimes when your heart breaks… it feels like there is no way to fix it. No matter what you try. All the memories get left behind as something unfinished… But maybe, there is to way to fix it, A second chance. Some way to finish the story you two started writing because it was never the end, but just a part of the story… even if you have to travel far to achieve it.

I said: "No one has to know what we do"

“I need to get going now—” Nina was about to get up from Gastón's bed when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.

It had pretty much become a routine, at this point, for any time his room was empty during lunch, which during this term was often, they took advantage of it as much as they could. Gastón knew that he was an extremely physically affectionate person, so the “secret dating” or whatever you could call what they were doing wasn’t the ideal, but what they were working with. The Easter vacation had now been almost four weeks ago now, and they had miraculously kept up their charade and had not gotten caught by anybody. 

“Hey! Let me go.” Nina squealed in a playful protest, and he pulled her closer. “I have class.”

“There’s plenty of time,” Gastón ran his fingers through her hair. 

“It is easy for you to say, you are not a freshman with a packed full class schedule,” Nina sat up and rolled her eyes at him, “It’s in another building, so I won’t make it there just in the academic quarter.”

“Since when?” Gastón had pretty much learned Nina’s schedule by heart already. It made it easier to catch her in the hallways in between classes. 

“The Thursday lecture changed locations,” Nina explained while smoothing her hair down with her hand, “Didn’t I tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Well, I must have forgotten.” Nina turned to look at him, “But I actually need to go, or do you want me to be late?”

“Of course not,” Gastón laughed and scooted to sit next to her, “Soooo… I guess I will have to let you go, as long as you kiss me first.”

Nina rolled her eyes before leaning towards him. Gastón placed his hand on her nape, deepening the kiss momentarily. Honestly, he’d much rather just keep going with this, but they were still at Oxford, so like it or not, they had to attend classes. Being in love was no reason for failing, neither his nor Nina’s parents would not let them get away with, nor should they let themselves get away with it either. 

“I love you,” He looked deeply into her eyes after they separated, “You know, how about we go away for the weekend? Get a hotel somewhere. I am kind of getting tired of sneaking around.”

“That sounds really great,” Nina traced a pattern on his hand before her eyes focused on his watch, “But, now I really need to go.”

Gastón reached for his laptop after Nina had left. He didn’t have any more classes today, but still, there was some work that started to pile up. The minor requests should be submitted before the end of the month. 

As he was about to open up a project file, the door suddenly opened. He half expected to see Nina come back for something she had forgotten… except that she never forgot anything plus there was no way she would have gotten the door open, she didn’t have the key, she would have been needed to knock. 

Instead, through the door came Oliver and Jacob. 

“What are you doing here?” Gastón asked before realizing what he was saying. 

“Well, we kind of live here,” Oliver looked at him skeptically. 

“What happened to the classes both you have had, for the whole year now, out of campus?” Gastón asked.

“Oh, mine got canceled,” Jacob dropped down on his bed. 

“Mine too,” Oliver sat on a chair and took his tablet out.

“Well, that is just convenient,” Gastón mumbled. He was not sure if he should be freaked out about almost getting caught or relieved that it didn’t happen. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” Gastón looked back down at his computer. He opened the file and scanned through the formulas he had written on there before opening up a calculator software. 

“What was Nina doing here?” 

“What?” Gastón looked up at Oliver’s voice. “What are you talking about?”

“We saw her come out of here?” Jacob sat up on his bed and had a very unorthodox smirk on his face. Gastón saw him and Oliver exchange glances. They had planned this. “What was she doing here?”

“We, uh, she—” Gastón tried to come up with something and quickly. They had seen her, so lying about that wouldn’t really work. “She just came to ask me something. I was her tutor after all.”

“Really? She couldn’t do that in a hallway?” Gastón felt like two pairs of eyes were practically trying to drill themselves into him. “And you are not teaching her anymore. Don’t tell me Nina took another physics course, after how much she was complaining about the last one. If she has, she needs more than just a little bit of help.”

“It was a private matter,” Gastón shrugged, “None of your business actually.”

“Just like it is none of our business that you two are sleeping together?”

Both Oliver and Jacob were smirking even bigger now. Gastón found himself quite speechless. This reminded him way too much of the time when his mother had been determined to get him to admit that he was seeing a girl when he and Nina had started dating, granted she had been right… just like Oliver and Jacob were right now…

“Well, I…”

“Don’t waste your energy trying to deny it,” Jacob crossed his arms, “I don’t know what the popular belief is, but we ain't stupid.”

“I mean it is really obvious. Do you fancy a list?” Oliver looked like he was about to burst into laughter, “You have been in an extremely increased mood the past weeks, your eyes never have wondered, until now whenever she’s around, those texts you often get late at night that are from Matteo that definitely are not from him, way you often disappear between classes and appear back up from the direction of certain literature classes. Yes, James has noticed this too.”

“And I mean, why would you try to deny it? There is no judgment here.” Jacob also started looking amused, “You have been holding a torch for Nina, since I don’t even know, even if you refuse to admit it. We're all human here, you are too. It honestly has been a matter of time, before you’d have taken her to bed. Nothing wrong with that, as long it’s consensual. It was, right?”

“Of course, it was!” Gastón snapped, “What do you take me as?”

“Ha!!! You admitted it!” Oliver almost practically jumped, “You are sleeping with Nina.”

“We’re not…”

“You are really still trying to deny it? Come on now.”

“We’re not just sleeping together.” Gastón finally let out of his mouth. There was no point trying to start denying it, this confrontation had clearly been cooking between Jacob and Oliver, and probably James too, for a while now. Seeing Nina leave had just given them optimal segway.

“You mean you manned up and told her that you are mad for her?” Oliver and Jacob looked astonished, “Before or after?”

“Before, actually,” Gastón cracked a smile. “I mean, it was really great. Everyone has been right. I was just super stubborn, but I guess I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, before I did something stupid anyway. I am in love with her, have been for a while now.” Much longer than a while, but he couldn’t just tell Oliver and Jacob that he had been in love with Nina since he had been 17, chasing her internet persona around and looking extremely stupid. They would have to let part out in the open at some point, but they needed to do that together.

“So, what is the deal here?” Jacob leaned closer. He was way too into gossip and relationship drama. “Still like a situationship? Or official, or getting there? You do know you need to nail her down now, as you just said that you are in love with her. Ah, should have gotten that on tape. Oliver, you weren’t recording right? He’s gonna deny that in like an hour.”

“I am not going to do that,” Gastón laughed, “We are, actually, official I mean. She is my girlfriend. We just hadn’t told you guys yet. We were going to, though, at some point.”

“This really is a Christmas miracle.” Oliver laughed, “Little late though.”

“More like Easter.” Gastón cringed, before smiling again. Honestly, it felt good to talk about this, about everything. 

His phone call with Matteo, after they had told him and Luna, had lasted at least three hours. Matteo didn’t let him spare any detail or save him from hearing it about not telling him right away.  

“If we would have known that all it took was to leave you two alone for a week, we would have done it months ago,” Oliver laughed, “But, good for you honestly. You are finally moving on.”

“Yep…” Gastón couldn’t meet their eyes. He was doing the exact opposite, “...thats what I am doing, for sure. It was about time.”

“Well, our job here is done,” Oliver leaned down on his bed.

“Well, don’t speak too soon,” Jacob smirked, “We need to hear the wedding bells first.”

“Guys…” Gastón laughed, “Nina’s not even 20. Her mother is the strictest lawyer in the world… would wring my neck.”

“Uuu, you already have insight knowledge on the in-laws, huh?”

“She has told me stuff,” Gastón tried to think something that would be vague enough to not fully sound like a lie. “Her parents are divorced and stuff like that.” Yep, not like he had pretty much convinced her parents to let her move to a different country with him already.

***

“Hey!” Both Marlee and Ariana were in their room when Nina opened the door. 

“Hey!” She sat on her bed and pulled the laptop out of her bag and opened the document where she had her novel draft… yeah, it really was a novel, wasn’t it. Maybe it was stupid to pursue something like this as a literature freshman, not even having her bachelor's done but Gastón had said that what she wanted to write about was worth exploring… and he had the unfortunate ability to make her believe pretty much everything he said to her. Maybe it truly was worth the shot. 

“Where were you at lunch?”  Ariana’s voice shook Nina out of her thoughts concerning her draft. 

“What do you mean?” Nina asked while trying to keep a strict poker face… There had been lot of things happening during lunch…

“You just seemed to disappear,” Ariana continued talking, “You often do that now, since Easter anyway.”

“Well, I was in the library,” Nina shrugged and tried to turn back to her computer, but Marlee started speaking, picking up the subject.

“You were?” She leaned her head on her hands. “Let me guess, you read books just there again, and didn’t check anything out, again.”

“Yeah,” Nina wasn’t sure was Marlee being sarcastic or not right now, “I didn’t fancy carrying extra books around for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” Marlee said, and she and Ariana looked like the conversation was over, or at least that was how Nina took it, so she reached up to her bookcase and tried to pull a book out of it…

“By the way, by putting powder on top of the concealer, it blends much better to the skin when covering a hickey.”

“What?!!” the book almost fell onto Nina’s head as she pulled it while jerking her head around with little too much force. 

Both Marlee and Ariana were wearing very blatant “You really thought you were going to get away with this?” faces while also smirking very proudly.

“Come on now,” Ariana was the first to speak. “You really think we wouldn’t have noticed? Library? Really? What you have been doing can be as far away from studying as it can be.”

“Uhm…” Nina tried to think of something to say but everything just got stuck on her throat. She could also feel her cheeks visibly heat up. Blushing clearly would give everything away.

“It has been obvious. You have stopped buttoning those button-downs completely up, you did that when we met, there are other things too, like the late nights in the “library” where you come back just a tad bit more disheveled…” Marlee’s smirk kept widening, “We’re not blind…”

“Well, yes… Uh, you are right. I am…” Nina was not really sure how to phrase this. 

“So, how long has this been going on with Gastón?” Ariana’s tone had turned into a teasing one. 

Nina was speechless once more. The girls had really done their research. They had thought that they had done a good job covering their tracks with Gastón, but apparently not. 

“It is obvious that it is him, he is not that good at hiding it either. He hasn’t smiled that much before nor has his eyes been heart-shaped since we have known him, until now,” Ariana kept talking, “You got him under a spell huh? Taking that physics course was a good idea after all. You did try to deny it, but you can’t anymore… So, are you together or…? Because neither of you really seem like people just casually sleep with each other.”

“And if you were—” Marlee remarked still smirking, “—it wouldn’t have taken this long. Gastón has had his eye on you since you met, and so have you on him.”

“No, it is not like that,” Nina knew she probably was blushing furiously right now, “We are, together I mean.”

“I knew it!” Ariana clapped her hands together, “from Easter, right? Because honestly, this room did not look very lived in when I came back. Got a lot of quality time alone?”

“Yes, we did.” 

Nina reached for the phone and after grabbing it, she realized that it was on mute. When had that happened? There were a couple of messages from Gastón, asking her to come to meet him after the class. 

Gastón: Hey, where are you? You haven’t answered. I really need to talk to you Nina: My phone was on mute, I didn’t notice. I’m sorry, meet you right there

“I need to go…” 

“To the library?” Marlee laughed, “Nah, don’t worry about us, go to your man.”

*

“So, about that weekend?” Nina ran her fingers from Gastón’s hair to his neck as their lips separated for a moment. They had met up to talk but this far, almost no talking had actually been happening. 

“Yeah, I looked up something,” Gastón slid his hand on her waist, “Kent is only about a little over an hour's drive away, and apparently extremely beautiful on the spring. We can just get out of here tomorrow after classes.”

“Sounds amazing.” Nina smiled. She had looked at a lot of pictures of English countryside before moving, it had looked extremely beautiful. She had kind of fantasized about getting to visit places but hadn’t really seen herself going alone. 

She noticed herself starting to get lost in Gastón’s eyes, and his fingers drawing circles on her back didn’t really help. 

“Uh, we were supposed to talk about something,” She shook her head as she remembered the text conversation. “That wasn’t it right?”

“Yeah, we were,” Gaston shook his head as well, and backed away a little bit so she could get off the wall she had been leaning against. “You’re way too beautiful not to get distracted.” 

“So, what is it. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine,” Gastón took her hands in his. “Just, uhm, so—” He appeared to take a breath, “—Oliver and Jacob saw you leave our room, today.”

“What? You said that they had classes off the building, like always.”

“Yes, they do,” Gastón tightened his grip on her hands, “but apparently both of their classes got canceled, which was just awfully convenient.”

“So, they only saw me leave?”

“Yes, so it could have been worse,” Gastón smiled kind of awkwardly for a moment.

“What happened afterward?” Nina asked running her hand on his arm. “What did they say?”

“Well, obviously they aren’t stupid,” Gastón rolled his eyes, “You were at our room, with me, what else were they supposed to assume? So, they kind of gave me a criminal interrogation.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Well, there was no other choice really. I don’t wanna lie to them, because first of all, I am a terrible liar and secondly, they are my friends. So, I told them the truth.”

“Truth? As in…”

“As in… Yes, it is you, and it is not just a physical thing, we are together. And that you are the love of my life,” Gastón ran his finger on Nina’s cheek. “Then they did gratulate me on finally moving on… which I am not doing exactly… but the bottom line is that they know now. What are you laughing at?”

“I just, can this really be a coincidence?” Nina laughed, “I just realized… Marlee and Ariana gave me the same intervention as soon as I came back from class. There wasn’t much I needed to tell them while telling the truth. They just straight up knew what has been going on.”

“Really?” Gastón's face was amused, “Those five…” He muttered to himself, “This was not a coincidence, this intervention was planned. James had a job interview today, that's why he wasn’t there to interrogate me too.”

“So, everyone knows now?”

“From our own mouths…” Gastón said and looked up for a moment, “...except James, but I am sure he has been told already. So, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?” Nina questioned.

“You know, what I said about everyone thinking that I have finally moved on a forgotten the girl that “is still in Buenos Aires”, but here you are, in front of me,” Gastón chuckled, “So do we just sit everyone down for Storytime?”

“Oh noh,” Nina ran her hand through her hair in momentary panic, “This means we need to tell them. How do we even begin to do that?”

“It’s a lot,” Gastón grabbed her hand to make her stop fiddling with her hair, “But the thing is that we don’t need to do that if we don’t want to. I mean, the point of this was to let everything out on our own terms and this really isn’t it, is it.”

“You think so?” Nina questioned.

“Obviously, everyone knows were together now, but maybe we should wait a little more to tell them everything. Just until we actually know what to say.”

“I think that would be smartest, yeah,” Nina responded.

“Well, this is my fault,” Gastón placed his hands back on her waist, “I just had to fall in love with this invisible internet girl four years ago. Here’s what I propose, we stop hiding right now, everyone can see us, everyone can know, and tomorrow after class we disappear the hell out of here to Kent.”

“Let’s do that.” Nina wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

***

“Your class ends at 12 tomorrow, right?” Gastón asked as they were walking towards Nina’s room later that night.

“Yeah.”

“Good, we’ll make the drive during daylight…”

They looked forward as they heard footsteps and saw James rounding the corner. He very quickly stopped as soon as he saw them. 

Gastón was hundred percent sure that he had been in on the coordinated interrogation he and Nina had been put through today, but he technically hadn’t been there to witness the actual outcome.

“I’ll probably have to talk to him,” Gastón turned toward Nina.

“Do that,” Nina nodded to him, “I’ll find my way to my room well enough. I love you.”

“I love you. See you in the morning” Gastón leaned and pecked her on the lips before detaching his arm from around her waist and watched her walk away before turning towards James. “So, are you gonna keep staring all day?”

“No, I am just feeling like I am hallucinating.”

“Oh come on,” Gastón rolled his eyes at him, “Don’t pretend like you weren’t in the know about how Oliver and Jacob came at me today.”

“Yes, I was,” James nodded, “I am just shocked that we actually were right. Who are you and what have you done with Gastón Perida?”

“Hey, you remembered my name!” Gastón laughed, “Oh well, the only thing I can say is that, if you start teaching a literature major physics, and don’t want to fall in love with her, don’t do it at a dimly lit library at the evening. I just couldn’t deny my feelings anymore.”

“Well, at least I can stop telling you that now.” James patted him on the back, “Wait… Library? Really? I have heard of a lot of strange hookups, but the library… Mate…”

“No, not at the library,” Gastón scoffed. How many times would he need to defend his honor today? “What do you think this is? A regency-era romance novel? Both of our rooms were empty, made use of that. I know how to treat my girl well.”

***

The next morning Nina was greeted by a passionate kiss five meters away from her dorm room’s door. 

“Morning,” Gastón said after he released her, “Since we’re going public, I thought you deserved a proper greeting.”

How was he still able to make her blush? Nina laced her fingers with Gastón’s as they started to walk down the hallway. 

As they exited the stairwell and walked down to one of the study halls, where everyone apparently was already waiting for them. 

“Oh, noh,” Nina said while looking at the others, “What are we going to say to them?”

“I mean they know, so technically, nothing,” Gastón kissed her on her forehead, “but I can come up with something snarky if you want.”

“Maybe it won’t be necessary.”

“Hey! Are you two love birds ever grazing us with your presence?” It was Marlee’s voice. 

“Well, here we go.” Gastón wrapped his arm around Nina’s shoulder, pulling her close, and they approached the others. “So, I hope everyone is happy now.”

“Well, yes very happy,” Ariana crossed her arms smirking, “We don’t need to watch you two Latinos pining for each other any longer.”

“This has been the matchmaking scheme of the century,” Oliver laughed, “But this actually worked.”

“Matchmaking?” Nina looked at Gastón questioningly. They had literally yesterday agreed to delay the whole truth about her and Gastón’s actual history, but she already needed to remind herself of it. The others thought that they had met on the first day of Michaelmas term. 

“Let them have the credit,” Gastón shrugged, “Makes them happy.”

“I am trying to start picking up some Spanish from the two of you… is Feliz happy or sad?” James rolled his eyes. “That's the only word I picked up. Speaking other languages in front of people should be forbidden. We never know what you say.”

“It means none of your business,” Gastón laughed, “I honestly like that I can say what I want in front of you, and you have no idea. Non-English speakers are forced to be bilingual.”

“Well, look at the time,” Marleed looked at her phone, “I need to get going. Will we be seeing you two at lunch or is the disappearing act still going on?” She shot a look at Gastón and Nina while everyone else laughed. 

“Just go to class Marlee,” Gastón Rolled his eyes. “James, I’ll catch up with you before the class starts.”

“Why?” Nina looked at him questioningly.

“What?” Gastón moved his arm to her waist, “I’m walking you to class, I’m your boyfriend, no sneaking around anymore.”

Nina smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before they started walking. 

*

“Nina! Were my eyes seeing right!?” Lisa and another one of her classmates, Jess, hounded Nina as soon as Gastón had left her in front of the auditorium. “Since when are you an item with him? His name was Gastón, right?”

“Well, you know that we have been friends, my roommates have known him since last year,” Nina tried to give them the best explanation she could. It hadn’t crossed her mind that other people, who didn’t know Gastón, would be interested in her new relationship as well. She wasn’t as close with Lisa or Jess as she was with Marlee and Ariana, but they still were friends. “He’s also from Buenos Aires, so we kind of…clicked.”

“So, the only thing you need to do is to speak Spanish? Mind giving me some lessons?” Lisa laughed. “I mean he’s a catch… but you probably know that already.”

“But seriously,” Jess interrupted, “I have a couple of older friends in the science and technology faculty. Gastón Perida is one of the tops of his class, everyone is predicting him to be the Valedictorian. But, like the most commonly known thing is that he does not date, at all. Weird, especially for someone who looks like he does. What kind of spell did you put on him?”

“Oh, come on,” Lisa slapped Jess’ shoulder, “We’re all writers here, don’t you believe in true love?”

“Of course,” Jess rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean that, and I just heard this, so I don’t really know, but apparently, he took some girls out last year, but then he just suddenly stopped.”

Nina looked at Jess. She had not been aware of any girls that had gone out with Gastón. He hadn’t told her…

“There is nothing wrong with that of course,” Jess shook her head, “just interesting. He stopped and pretty much swore off dating, has been unattainable, until now. Maybe he just was waiting for the right one.”

“We’re invited to the wedding, right?” Lisa cut in.

“Little early for that.”

“Well, don’t try to tell us that you are keeping it casual, because it didn’t look like it.”

*

“Who were the girls you were talking to before your class?” Gastón asked Nina as they met up on a hallway after class. “I feel awful that you were pretty much forced to be part of my friend group, but I don’t know your friends’ names. One was Lisa, right.”

“Yes, Lisa was the first person to talk to me during orientation week. The other one was Jess.” Nina said, putting her hand on his shoulder, “She’s a bit of a character. Think of Jazmin, but less shipping craziness and more Sherlock Holmes, but I don’t really know her that well.”

“Sounds delightful.”

“She actually knows people from your faculty.”

“Okay.” Gastón turned to face her, concern in his eyes, “Are you okay? Just seem a little off.”

“Yeah, I am fine,” Nina looked up at him, “Just, uh, Jess doesn’t know you, and obviously she doesn’t know that I do as well as I actually do, so she told me some stuff, in order to help.”

“What stuff?”

“Apparently it seems kind of odd that you used to take girls out and then you suddenly stopped.” Nina looked down for a second, “just came out of the blue for me.”

“Oh,” Gastón was looking at her in surprise. Nina could see that he was thinking hard, “Wait… are you upset about that, that I did that? It was last year when I was a freshman. We were broken up and… Nina you had a boyfriend.”

“No, I am not upset exactly,” She really wasn’t… Nina knew that Gastón had had every right to show interest in other girls when they had been broken up…She knew that. But she sometimes couldn’t help feeling insecure. “I guess I just am wondering why you didn’t tell me?”

“Well, honestly, because it didn’t cross my mind to.” Nina saw Gastón’s eyes wander on the wall behind her —they had stopped on a narrow empty hallway— before focusing back on her eyes. The look in them was unmistakable. He wasn’t lying. “Yes, I went on some dates with a couple of girls last year, but the reason I didn’t think you’d want to know, was because those were nothing. Absolutely nothing happened.”

“Why?”

“Because I was still in love with you,” Gastón reached and grabbed Nina’s hands with his own, “I tried to move on, but it became pretty apparent really fast that it wasn’t going to be that easy… or well impossible. And I am not an idiot, I know that people like me, I never wanted that popularity at Blake and stuff. So, it wasn’t really fair to the girls that I kept giving false hope before I got my head straight… then you showed up here and made that impossible.” He ran his finger on her chin. “I don’t even remember their names. And they probably do not wanna see me again. I have you now, I wouldn’t spare any thought for someone else.”

“I’m sorry about freaking out about this on you,” Nina started talking, while relief started flooding into her, “I guess I just got scared that I was getting in the way of something for you.”

“Nina, you have been the only one for me since you wrote one word down on your account. I was just too stupid to realize it before it was too late.”

“You shouldn’t beat yourself up about that,” Nina ran her hand on his arm. She knew that he did get sometimes in over his head about that and overcorrecting and doing things properly was not uncommon with Gastón. “It’s in the past now… just like whoever I or you went out to last year. I love you too.”

Nina thought that they had done enough talking for now, and kissed Gastón. he responded immediately; Nina wasn’t sure if he had any kind of mechanism to be surprised by anything she did. He just smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist to get her closer. Nina allowed him to push her against the hallway wall. 

“And, uhm, Eric never really was my boyfriend,” Nina said as they separated for a moment, “I mean, we were together… kind of and he thought he was, but I never called him that. We never did anythi…” Her voice started trailing off as she felt Gastón’s breath on her neck and her ear.

“Nina,” His lips were right at the right ear. That area was extremely sensitive for her. Thank goodness they were going away as the classes ended because kissing on the hallway was soon not going to be enough. “I really don’t want to talk about him.”

“Me neither.”

Gastón kissed her again, a little more possessively than before. Probably the mention of Eric got that out of him. Honestly, there was no way Nina could spare any more thought for him when Gastón was kissing her like this.

***

“This place is beautiful,” Nina said as Gastón closed the door to their room. “How did you find this place?”

“I just googled,” Gastón shrugged as he dropped their bags on the floor, “I could become a travel agent if the engineering thing doesn’t work out.”

“We both know that it is going to work out,” Nina ran her hand on Gastón’s arm. “Top of your class after all. Any company will be lucky to have you.”

“There are a lot of different companies in Buenos Aires. If I am lucky, I could be able to stay with one rest of my life.”

“You are only thinking of Buenos Airessian companies?” Nina asked as they sat down on the bed.

“Well, you do know that I want to go home, right?” Gastón asked her. They hadn’t really had a full conversation about their post graduate plans. “I don’t want to build a career out here in England, away from my family and friends. What are your thoughts on that?”

“It is kind of weird to think up until graduation, since it is so far away now,” Nina smiled hesitantly for a moment, “but I never planned on staying here either.”

“It is a good thing that were on the same page.”

“But you’ll graduate a year before,” Nina looked down for a moment.

“I can easily take a job here for a year. We’ll figure that out when we come to it.” Gastón raised her chin so she could meet his eyes, “I am not going to leave without you, made that mistake once already. I know I might have a bit of a romanticized view on university romances, given Mom and Dad, but that should not matter. I love you and I want to have my life with you.”

“Me too.”

Gastón pulled Nina closer by the waist and she climbed on his lap. Their lips found each other quickly. 

Nina was about to pull Gastón’s shirt off when his phone suddenly started ringing.

“If that is Matteo, I am going to kill him through the screen,” Gastón groaned reaching for his phone. 

It was not Matteo, but he was not that sure if it was better or worse for an interruption… It was his parents. 

“It’s Mom and Dad,” He said looking at Nina, “I can just not answer.”

“Well, you should answer,” Nina nodded, “So they don’t start worrying.”

“You know what?” Gastón looked back at his phone. He had suddenly realized that their parents also were people who did not know about his and Nina’s reconciliation… they didn’t even know that she was there. “Should I just tell them, about us. Why keep it from anyone anymore? I know they will start noticing, especially Mom, that something is up, and they start thinking that I am hiding something or that something is wrong.”

“What do you think they’re going to say?” He could tell that Nina was trying to disguise the concern in her voice. Did she really think his parents were not going to approve of her? Gastón had not really made a number about their breakup to his mom and dad, just mentioned it and they had taken the hint that he really didn’t want to talk about it.

On the other hand, he had been noticing that Mom had been kind of subtly trying to ask about how his love life was going during the past year. 

“I think they’ll be happy that I am happy,” Gastón said to Nina, “If they don’t like it, they won’t get an opinion on my life. I’ll better get this now.” Nina moved little bit away from him so she wouldn’t show up on the frame. 

“Hey!” Gastón pressed the answer button and his parents appeared on the screen. 

“Darling, hi! Were we interrupting something, or can you talk?”

“No, I wasn’t in the middle of anything…” Gastón gave Nina a small glance from the corner of his eye.

“Where are you?” His dad asked, “This doesn’t look like your dorm room.”

“Oh yeah, it is not,” Gastón glanced at the ornate headboard of the bed, “I am actually at Edenbridge.”

“What are you doing at Kent?”

“Just taking the weekend off,” Gastón tried to sound at nonchalant as possible. News would be best delivered casually, “We just decided to take a small weekend getaway.”

“We?” Isla questioned. Gastón had slipped that in there because he had been sure that Mom would have picked up on it. “Are you there with your friends?”

“Oh, no no no,” Gastón let out a small laugh, “James, Oliver and Jacob or Marlee and Ariana are not here—” he stopped for a moment, “—I haven’t told you yet, have I? I’m here with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? That’s great!” Gastón debated little bit if he kind of should feel insulted on Nina’s behalf about his parents being excited about, in their minds, him having someone new or not, but he could not really blame them, could he? They had many times told him that there should be more in university life than just studying, especially since he was doing so well already. “How did you meet her?”

“Yeah, so,” Gastón glanced at Nina again. He tried to think about the most organic way to reveal that it actually was Nina, “She was a roommate of my friends, a literature major. Then she decided to take a very unnecessary physics class and I kind of got roped into helping her. Uhm, she’s here, so why won’t you just meet her, because it is kind of weird to keep speaking about her while she’s literally right here.”

“Well, we would love to, if she’s okay with it.”

“Of course,” Gastón looked at Nina, “Ven aquí. Puedes conocer a mis padres.”

“Does she speak Spanish?”

“Yes, she in fact does,” Gastón wrapped his arm around Nina's shoulder, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on her arm as she slowly showed up at the frame. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Mom’s and Dad’s faces were priceless. Gastón was debating of taking a screenshot on his phone. 

“Well, I didn’t say I had a new girlfriend.”

***

“Hey! You’re back.” Nina was greeted as she dragged her bag back inside her dorm room on Sunday evening.

“Yes, I am.” Both Marlee and Ariana were in their room. 

“So, how it went at Kent?” Ariana asked as Nina started emptying her bag.

“Well, it was very beautiful. There was this rose garden in the inn we stayed at. I took lot of pictures; I can show them to you. Gastón has a better camera here, I never took mine with me.”

“Sure, those gardens definitely were beautiful,” Marlee interrupted, “But that surely was not the best part of the whole trip, was it? Come on, we’re more than up to some girl talk.”

“Umm, what kind of details do you want me to talk about?” Nina felt herself blush again. Honestly, this was something that she hadn’t really done before. She and Luna talked about everything, but they never really had gone into any detail about physical intimacy with their partners, even when with Luna had been with Matteo for almost a year now. Luna had a very innocent heart when it came to discussing relationships.

“As far as you are willing to go, darling.” Ariana rolled over at her bed as someone suddenly knocked on the door.  “I’ll get that.”

Nina didn’t look up as Ariana opened the door. 

“There was no one there, but this was left on the door,” Ariana returned and sat on Nina’s bed, “I see someone else had great time too.” 

She handed Nina a small red rose. 

“This was on the door?” Nina questioned looking at it.

“Yes,” Ariana smirked, “I guess we learn something new every day about people you thought you knew.”

“Yeah,” Marlee laughed, “I didn’t think Gastón was this kind of romantic, but good for you.”

“Yeah, Red Roses are his thing,” Nina said while softly looking at the flower. 

“How many has he had time to give you to it become a thing?” Ariana raised her eyebrow at Nina, “You seemed surprised. This has happened before?”

“No, no, thats not what I meant,” Nina quickly corrected, realizing that she had said too much, “I meant that it seems like something he would do.”

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Okay, so I realize that at the end it little looks like Nina is comparing her other friends to Luna... thats not my intention at all. Luna is, and always will be Nina's best friend, but obviously, Nina was not going to be alone at Oxford. She has friends there as well. And honestly, I have a hard imagining Luna and Nina talking about some of this stuff because Luna is so innocent to me. She's a baby. Ariana and Marlee are older and "not from Disney" so to say, since I created them. Anyways, what I am trying to say is that Luna in no way shape or form will be replaced, even if she is not there physically there right now. Also if someone is wondering why Gastón and Nina are not telling the others about their history or why they hid it in the first place, the answer is drama and comical effect. Just be patient.

Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this… I am so sorry.

[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

This is going to be a longer fic (if I don't get bored which is likely)

Modern AU

Don't expect much

---

Personal history of Kael'thas Sunstrider -part 1

"Ann'da... You can't leave again!" Little Keelia ran to her father before he got in his car. "Take me with you!"

"Darling, you know I cannot... I'll be working, I won't have time to care for a little girl..." He gave her head a single pat. "I'll come back as soon as I can…"

"And what if as soon as you can is in a month again? You'll miss my birthday, dad!"

"I'll make sure I won't, honey... I would never let that happen…"

"You would! It is always just work work work with you but never me!"

"Oh Belore, Keelia, I am working for you... so that you can have all the best things and go to the best schools and..." He stopped, he couldn't possibly tell his daughter that he can't live with her because her existence reminds him of all he's loved and lost. He couldn't be honest with his child... And he couldn't admit that he's failing at everything but his job. 

"I don't want the best things and best schools! I want the best dad!" She caught his hand. "Please, don't go!" There were tears forming in the little one's eyes and nothing hurt Anasterian as much as seeing this little girl cry.

"Darling... I will come home as soon as I possibly can, I will do everything in my power to be here when you need me…"

She let go of his hand and held out her little finger. "Pinky promise-"

"Huh?" He smiled, confused.

"Pinky promise me that you will come back before my birthday…"

"Oh... Okay I-" He reached out his pinky as well. "I promise…"

—

But the promise was empty as Keelia was sitting in the kitchen with her best friend, Rommath, waiting for her father to at least call her. 

Not only has he not returned. 

He forgot. 

And there is simply nothing worse to happen to a kid on their eight birthday than being forgotten.

—

Since then, Anasterian kept apologizing. He would always say he was just incredibly busy and how sorry he is for that happening… But then he did it again. 

After years of being alone or with a nanny, Keelia started fancying being left alone. But what she fancied way more was spending time at Rommath's house. 

He was her age, but of totally different upbringing. He had both parents, but never had the luxuries Keelia had. They lived in a small house outside of the big city and Keelia loved coming over and feeling as if she actually had a normal family for once. It wasn't as if Rommath's parents were perfect, but they were… present.

They would read fantasy novels together with their backs to one another, talking about their favourite characters, twists and turns of the stories. Sometimes they would lay on the grass in the backyard, silently watching the clouds and holding hands. But what they both loved and treasured the most was going to the Eversong Woods together. Walking around, talking for hours and picking flowers, herbs and pretty rocks. They both found what they were missing in one another.

And it was one of those days on Keelia's 15th birthday. 

"I need to talk to you…" Keelia said, sitting down under a tree, starting to weave a flower crown from the greenery they picked up along the way.

"What is it, K?" He smiled at her, spreading a blanket on the ground and gesturing for Keelia to sit on it instead of the ground. When she did, he sat down himself and pulled a thermos out of his bag along with two metal cups. "Would you fancy a cup of tea?"

"Oh please, that would make this afternoon even better…" She reached for the cup and held it as Rommath poured the tea. 

"So… What did you want to talk about?" 

"Well…" She took a sip from the cup, breathing in softly, savoring the scent and taste for a second. "It is something I cannot talk about in front of dad, but I know you will understand, Rom… There is never anything you wouldn't understand…"

"I don't understand some things- like how you can just sit on the ground without care, there are probably bugs in your pants by now, yuck…" 

She laughed, a bit of nervousness lifting off her shoulders. "I… This is something I've been thinking about for a couple of years now… and I think…" She took another sip because her lips suddenly felt very dry. "I think I don't want to… Be a woman."

Rommath carefuly examined their expression. "Is that all?"

"What do you mean 'is that all?', should there be more?" 

"No, I was just expecting you to… I don't know, have killed someone? That would make sense considering how nervous you were the past few weeks-"

"You think I would kill someone?" They giggled.

"Well not like you wouldn't be able to! You can be dangerous when you use a knife in the kitchen."

"Oh c'mon! I was not made to be a cook, okay?"

"Yeah you absolutely weren't…" He chuckled. "So… How would you like me to call you? Refer to you…?"

"I think K is fine… And I'm not sure yet… Would you be fine using they/them when talking about me?"

"Absolutely, K… Did you expect me to not be fine with that? To scream at you and tell you how weird you are or something? You aren't weird because of this, you're weird because you're K freaking Sunstrider and you like to sit on the ground…"

"Heeeey it's comfortable!" 

"Not any more comfortable than sitting on a blanket!" He shook his head and took a sip from his cup. 

They giggled, relieved and happy that their best friend understood and didn't immediatelly change the way he treats them. Still being as annoying and hilarious as he always was.

In a way, even without Anasterian, this was their best birthday yet.

—

About a year later, they went into the woods again, both of them smiling.

K had a lot to think about for the past year and every single bit of those thoughts felt revolutionary. 

"I think I figured myself out… Somewhat…" They spoke in a deeper voice than around others. "Finally…"

"Have you?" Rommath said, examining the bark on one of the trees. "Wow, this tree filled with bugs, ew…"

"Yeah, I am a guy… I think that feels right… I even have a name!"

"Oh do you? Let me hear it!" He turned his head to the blonde elf. 

"Kael'thas. It was my mother's brother's name… Sooo- My uncle's. He- He died when he was a little kid… She wanted to name me that if I were a boy."

"Kael'thas, hm… That's a really good name. Suits you. Sounds royal but warm… I like it, not like that matters-"

"It does matter, you'll be the only one calling me that!" 

"You will get to a point when you'll tell everyone else that matters, I am sure of that." 

"Are you? Because I am not… The second my father founds out, I'm likely fucked."

"Don't think that, I don't think he would react badly-"

"Well I don't know since, you know, I barely know him." He said softly, looking at his dark haired friend. "Maybe he will react well… Maybe he won't be mad… But- But I doubt that."

[thegeminisage]

i wanted to liveblog the trailer but there was too much too fast there was no fucking way so i am going back through with my initial impressions for posterity while theyre still fresh:

opening music instantly causing me to well up. cried one perfect tear when the logo came in with the main series theme. then transitioning into the botw theme the moment he hit the ground? buttery smooth. i was a mess before we started

btw the little constructs milling about is the PERFECT opener

PEOPLE! i feel like i have been talking about how we havent seen any PEOPLE in these trailers...i was so surprised to see them and see how hateno had changed, AND THE TENTS...people are coming back to the castle...nature is healing...except no it isn't

changed geography was cool, i'm always shocked when i don't recognize places in the trailers

WHAT is that big stormcloud thing...it's Gotta be a dungeon

a single shot of the gerudo desert had me in hysterics and then when they transitioned to ganondorf's theme as the castle rose into the sky i gave up on texting my brother with my jaw on the ground

DEMISE. RIGHT AFTER THAT. it's NOT ganondorf. look at his hair glowing. his buffness. HIS SCALED ARM. his striped clothing. THAT IS DEMISE!!!

THAT

IS

DEMISE

reader, this is where i let out my first scream.

the shot of the big internal area under what i presume is the desert (where the sand is flowing) HAS to be a dungeon

WHAT IS THIS FLYING BOAT THING THAT LOOKS SO COOL?

the various montages of puzzles and combat with ganondorf's rising theme i'm pretty sure gaveme palpitations

IS THIS HYLIA? or a monster. the thign with the pointed head and the necklace. WHAT IS THAT? WHO IS THAT? it looks too humanoid to be a run of the mill monster but it doesn't look humanoid enough to be hylia...this was my second scream

TIME TRAVEL?? WE SAW PRISTINE HYRULE CASTLE IS THIS TIME TRAVEL??? i did gasp out loud

AND THEN VOICE ACTING??? my mind was ALREADY BLOWN, NINTENDO!

WHO IS SPEAKING TO ZELDA? WHO IS THAT??? i know there's absolutely no way it's rehydrated ganondorf but let me believe. they both kinda sound like matt mercer, even though i don't think either of them actually are

like WHO IS IT that puts the hand on her shoulder...some zonai priest or something...he has the same fucked up hand that link has

FINALLY a shot of zelda's face...she is so beautiful i could cry

is it just me or does zelda ask who link is? "our last line of defense will be link." "link?" WHAT IF SHE HAS THE AMNESIA THIS TIME. I'LL SCREAM.

these next few shots...the timing of the blow with the music...the big scenes and the escort mission and the totk theme coming in full for the first time...i could only just sit there with my face doing like: O O

i mean honestly. ROCKET LAUNCHER. MINECART RACE. LASERS. BOSSES. there's no SHORTAGE of variety in this trailer. y'all are not gonna see me for a month. i will become nothing but a conduit through which zelda tears of the kingdom flows

zelda is remembering she's hylia i think but HAS SHE FORGOTTEN LINK?

i totally missed the shot of dehydrated ganondorf first time it's SOOO fast but wow <3 him <3

like, HIS THEME coming in like that? i was shaking. and then HIS REHYDRATED SELF AFTER ALL THIS TIME? the iconic yell??? scream #3

shocked by voice acting from minor characters.

WHO IS THE BLONDE GIRL? she's wearing the same earrings and head thingy as zelda and she was wearing the tear zelda was holding too. my brother thinks that if the humanoid monster is hylia this could be a PREVIOUS ZELDA??? dis she blast those enemies??

RIJU DOING URBOSA'S FURY! i hope this is how we get champion abilities back

the tiny group of people one with a bucket on his head...link has made friends and CONNECTED people 🥺🥺🥺

link FIGHTING ALONGSIDE SIDON...

is the voice right there "but you are not alone" the blonde girl?? ohhh i love her

WAHHH zelda holding the sword again!!!!!

"you must find me" GIRL WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGHT YOUVE BEEN IN A CAVE FOR 8 MONTHS

and then zelda's lullaby coming in at the end. i definitely shed another tear. and now here i am

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