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tins without labels - chapter 1 (j.wy)

summary: Jung Wooyoung's life was always somehow intertwined with your own. from living in the same neighbourhood as kids to attending the same college; fights, bickering, bruises, teasing comments and tears. Wooyoung and you were never complete strangers but never friends either. Always somewhere in between, growing up with each other but never actually knowing one another. The relationship takes a confusing turn in your third year of college after an injury that places your football career on hold. Lonely, lost and confused, you find yourself at your first college party in the presence of none other than Jung Wooyoung asking him to show you what exactly have you been missing out on. playlist // my main masterlist // moodboard (tba)//click to donate to Palestine

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader warnings: drinking, little bit of kissing, descriptions of erm...male genitalia? cursing, cringe fest you've been warned. !word count: 9.3k taglist: @maru-matt @yawnzshit @mcsalterego @ddaeing @downbadreading @btshook (sorry if i forgot anyone but pls reply if u want to be added!)

previous chapter

(chapter 1; when we feel each other up)

Got different people inside my head, I wonder which one that they like best, I'm done with tryna have it all, and ending up with not much at all

present time (21 and 23 years old);

There was a really ugly drawing framed and hanging on the wall at the doctor's office.

It was a house tilting to one side with three stick figurines whose shoes were far too big next to it with strokes of green thrown everywhere which you presume is supposed to be grass. It was drawn by crayons.

You presume it's an art piece made by the doctor's kid but you hope she realizes early on that her daughter or son doesn't really have a proclivity for the arts.

But then again, maybe they will later on. Maybe they'll stand out amongst their peers and be further encouraged by their parents. Maybe they'll even take private lessons to get better. Maybe they'll get into art school and have the professor praise them up on how their talent is extremely rare. Maybe they'll even win some awards.

And then, maybe someone will break their hand so badly that they never get to hold a brush again.

Alright, now you were just projecting.

But what else is there to do as you sit in the almost sterile office with your dad by your side as the doctor keeps going on and on with a somber expression on her face. You're sure Doctor Son is a nice lady, if you were paying attention you'd maybe notice that she tries to break the news extra gently but you're barely listening.

There's been a lot of "it was more serious than we first thought", "rehabilitation will be a long and steady process", "a new excellent physical therapist works at the sports center on campus so she'll be able to visit him a couple times a week, we've already made sure that he gives all of his attention to her" and the most gruesome one, "another even minor injury and there's a risk of her not being able to walk again."

You don't really have to be paying too much attention to know what the underlined thought is.

No more football.

The persistent ache in your left knee serves a constant reminder of what happened almost four months ago, it was the last game of the season. Little did you know it might be the last game of your measly career.

You refuse to look at your dad, feeling the sadness radiate off of him like it does every time he speaks to any of the doctors you've visited in the past four months.

And it's been a lot of doctors.

The fact that you spent the whole summer at home for the first time since you finished high school didn't help. All he did was coddle you and stare in pity and disappointment. Or try to be overly positive and enthusiastic about your recovery.

You didn't know which was worse.

After the final doctor's appointment before the start of the new semester which you leave with barely saying a word during the almost half an hour you're there, you and your dad get lunch at a dinner just off campus.

The thick holder containing scans, blood tests, surgery papers and whatnot, lies on the table between the two of you and you feel like nothing could cut through the thick silence.

Your dad, of course, tries.

"You can still have an amazing career in education, you know? Your mother was a teacher and she loved her job."

It's just sometimes, your father really doesn't know how to beat around the bush and in this moment, you wish he did.

"Right." Is all you say.

Neither one of you comments on what you both know. Which is that you didn't give a fuck about your major in education. Sure, you had passing grades but that is because you needed to study something to stay on the team and not because you were actually interested.

Football was always the bigger picture, the real goal.

"You can always switch majors?" He offers and you nod again, thanking the waiter when he brings two bowls of noodles to your table.

You don't want to say that switching majors in your third year of college seems like a complete waste, of both money and time.

He sighs and you know he's frustrated with you, you understand it as well but you can't control it. Talking about your career, now that your dream career is over and done with, is an extremely sore subject.

"You know what, you've been working so hard since before you even started college, you deserve to rest."

"I've been resting since May." You respond and he winces at the mention of May. When it all fell apart.

"That wasn't rest. It was recovery." You give him a bland look and he sighs again, "I'm just saying! Maybe you'll discover something else you like to do this semester."

"Doubtful." You murmur, the reality finally sinking in at least a little.

"It's not doubtful at all." Your dad scoffs, taking a slurp of his noodles. "You're twenty-one, your life just begun, I'm sure there are other things to do and new people to meet. You wouldn't know if you never even tried."

"Dad-"

"Get yourself a boyfriend. Go to parties. Find yourself some friends who aren't talking behind your back in the locker room-"

"They weren't my friends-"

"Live your life. Is my point. Don't be cooped up in your bedroom, refusing to see anyone like you were doing the whole summer. Just...try, at least." He is silently begging now and now, it's your time to sigh.

"Fine."

"Who knows...you might discover that football isn't all there is to life."

You go silent at that, embarrassed of your own thoughts on the matter so you just keep them to yourself.

You flip through the pages of the magazine that you've read front to back at least four times by now before throwing it on your bed.

Your dad left earlier this afternoon after you've settled into your dorm and since then you've just been lounging on your bed, trying to busy yourself with knick-knacks that you have lying around so the time could pass faster.

You adjust the ice pack on your knee a bit better and with a soft sigh, your eyes fall on your roommate.

Yunjin was sitting behind her desk that was pushed up right next to your identical one and was busy doing her makeup. Carefully applying a pretty shade to her eyelids as she moves her desk mirror to her liking.

She was getting ready to go to a party no doubt. It was the last Friday before the new semester after all and Yunjin was a frequent party goer from what you could tell in these years living together.

Yunjin and you have been roommates since freshman year and yet, you've barely spoken to each other. Always sticking to your sides of the generously sized dorm room, you guess it's because you don't have much in common with each other that you never tried to be friends.

You didn't know much about her if you were honest, just that she majored in political science, often dyed her hair and had a lot of friends. You were sort of the complete opposites from what you could tell.

But since she kept renewing her contract for the room with you every year, you think it's safe to assume that she at least doesn't mind you all too much.

Just...try, at least.

You clear your throat. Here you go...

"You, uh, you do your makeup really prettily." It's out of your mouth before you know it, you already feel awkward as it is but when your red haired roommate turns to you in surprise that maybe you even spoke in the first place - the awkwardness triples.

"Oh." Yunjin utters with raised brows before a tiny, careful smile settles on her face. "Thank you."

So...now what?

You both stare at each other for a long hard second and you hesitate, thinking it's best to leave it at that. Keeping up a conversation was never your strongest suit either. Now that you think of it, apart from football, you don't have any strong suits at all.

"I, uh, I had a lot of practice." She offers awkwardly, motioning to her face with the eyeshadow brush wedged gently between her fingers.

"Right, yeah, I can totally see that." You nod, surprised that she responded back with something that almost sounds like she wants the conversation to keep going. You clear your throat, "The eyeliner and stuff, seems tricky."

It seems like that was all it took for the ice to disapparate for Yunjin because next thing you know, she's rambling without a plan to stop;

"Oh, that's just at the beginning, the first couple of tries I mean and that goes for everything makeup related or, hm, maybe everything life related as well, wow." Yunjin shakes her head as if life philosophies were certainly not more important than a perfect winged eyeliner, "But anyways, I was looking like a panda for the majority of my junior year in high school." She chuckles at that, not looking embarrassed at all, "Had those thick eyebrows as well, it was a complete disaster. But the longer I wore makeup, the better I got at it and the more I learned what suited my face."

You clutch the pillow in your lap as you diligently listen to her, feeling like a younger sibling watching her older sister get ready for a party.

"People say eyeliner isn't in fashion anymore, like it's an old makeup trend or whatever," Yunjin rolls her eyes at you and you chuckle lightly, shyly because you had no idea what was in trend, "Such bullshit, I'll never stop wearing it. It looks so good on me."

She observes the perfect thin wings decorating her eyelids and almost sighs a little in admiration.

You nod in agreement, not being able to stop yourself, "You have big eyes so the eyeliner frames them perfectly. It suits you."

Yunjin smiles happily, "Right? I totally look like Jihyo from TWICE, right?"

You hesitate, having no idea what Jihyo from TWICE looked like but you don't have the heart to sway her happiness so you just give her a small nod.

You continue to chat, mostly Yunjin talks, and by the amount she seems to have to say to you, you start to think that maybe all this time it wasn't that Yunjin avoided getting to know you because she wasn't interested in knowing her roommate. It seems like she had the idea that you had no interest into getting to know her, so she never bothered.

Once she's done with her makeup and she looks over herself in her precious small round mirror standing on her desk in satisfaction, she turns to you with a glare.

It's not a glare as if you've wronged her somehow but a glare of curiosity and seemingly not taking 'no' for an answer. You raise your brows.

Her glare deepens, one inquisitive but perfectly plucked eyebrow raised, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Oh," You huff out, for some reason embarrassed that she's aware you're a complete klutz in that department, "I don't know."

"Hm, why not? You might like it. Makeup is fun!"

"No, I know I'll like it." Your cheeks flush, embarrassment growing at the thought of her thinking that you're one of those girls who thinks she's better for not being interested in makeup. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. "I just...won't I look stupid?"

"Stupid?" Yunjin frowns as if the idea is ridiculous and maybe it was a little. "Why would you look stupid? I'm basically a pro at this, I wouldn't let you look stupid."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything about your...y'know, skills." You grimace when she continues to stare at you, not really in the mood to disclose that ever since a stupid teenage boy named Son Eunwoo laughed at you at prom for trying to look pretty that you've given up on it as it obviously didn't suit you all that much. "Just, y'know, people will think I look silly if I wear it. It's not my thing...y'know?"

There's a faint moment of silence and you cast your eyes somewhere else as you feel awkward all over again for ruining the relaxed mood. Finally, Yunjin speaks,

"Y/N," She calls quietly, face set in a serious expression when you bring your eyes up to her again, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

You blink at her a couple of times, mouth parted as she sits in her chair, perfectly curled hair and perfectly applied makeup, and waits for your response.

"I'll go wash my face."

"Yes, you go do that and don't forget to moisturize."

It doesn't take more than twenty minutes for Yunjin to do your makeup. Before she starts, you carefully tell her you don't want too much and she says she'll ask before everything she applies if you want it or not.

And she really does.

She places a little bit of foundation just to cover the natural redness of your cheeks and the couple of small pimples that appeared on your chin. She foregoes contouring because you tell her you don't want that, not sure what's the purpose of it.

She goes a little bit crazy with the eyeshadows though, maybe she notices that you have the most interest in them. Glitter especially. It makes your eyes look glossy, almost wet but you're sure you're not describing that properly.

She even does some thin eyeliner on you, some mascara, brushes out your eyebrows but doesn't fill them out because you tell her you don't like them looking sharp. Some blush, a pretty light orange color that decorates your cheeks in a way that it surprises you by how good it looks on your face. And at the end, some lip gloss to finish everything off.

All through out, you two talk. About school, about your hometowns, about your parents.

It's bonding, you realize.

You never bonded with anyone through makeup before, it was usually over football with Ryujin or gossiping over the people you knew from school because that's what you had in common with her. But football is gone now, so is high school and for years now, so was Ryujin.

It was hard to keep up with a friendship that was out of necessity in the first place, even harder when there's an entire ocean separating you now.

But with Yunjin, although you seemingly have nothing much in common, the conversation just flows with each soft stroke of a brush or pat on the cheek.

"See!" She hands you her round mirror to look at yourself, "You look so good!"

"Oh," You muse out, staring at the reflection, admiring the glitter and shimmer and all the colors you're not used to having on your face, "I like it."

"Now, don't get me wrong!" She warns quickly with her hands up, painted nails glistening under the shitty dorm lights, "You look good without makeup too. Well," She rolls her eyes at herself, "You obviously know that since you don't wear it at all as it is but like, if you sometimes want to wear it, you'll know now that it won't look stupid on you."

You chuckle shyly at her short rant, placing the mirror back on her desk.

You wished Yunjin's words of affirmation would be enough to rid you of all your insecurities regarding makeup or...anything 'girly', they don't but you don't have the heart to tell her that. "Thanks."

She nods in response before checking her phone for the time apparently. She throws it on her bed before clapping her hands, "Well, since you already have your makeup done, you might as well go to this party with me."

That leaves you stumped. You turn to look at her from the chair in front of her desk. Party? "Wait, what?"

Yunjin doesn't even grace you with a look, standing in front of her closet which was flung open as she sorts through different materials and patterned clothes.

"Come on L/N, brush your hair out and get into a pair of jeans that make your ass look great." Her head peaks out from behind the door of her closet, she winks at you, "I'll worry about your top."

You really don't know how this happened. You don't know how you ended up here, in the jeans that hugged your hips and thighs the tightest and in the most preposterously skimpy top you have ever worn with your brushed out long hair falling over your back and your lips tinted a deep glossy red. You were a willing participant in it but you really have no idea how this happened.

"I don't think this is an appropriate outfit." You tell Yunjin as you look over yourself in the tall mirror which you both share. "I don't think this shirt is supposed to be worn like this."

"Actually," Yunjin said as she fixed her skirt in the mirror behind you and paid no mind to your ongoing breakdown, "For the last three months I thought I got scammed by the online shop I ordered that top from because it looked nothing like the photos on me but now looking at you, I'm starting to realize that the online shop is legit and that I simply didn't have the tits to fill it out."

You spluttered about at her commentary as you stared at the outfit, wondering if it would be rude to chicken out on her now.

Your light blue denim flare jeans and white sneakers looked totally acceptable. They were yours after all.

The shirt, the offending bright red sleeveless low cut crop top that almost had your boobs out completely for the whole entire world to see, on the other hand, was certainly not.

You don't think you've ever worn something so short, so tight, so...revealing. In your life.

It's not even that you felt uncomfortable in it, really, you thought you looked hot but it just....wasn't You.

And at that point, you had to remind your self very strongly that you had no idea what You actually was. Football was no more (at least for the near future but you have an inkling it's for forever) and maybe the you that was tied to it and that the rest of your small world knew should rest for a little bit while you explore what other you's are there.

Beats moping around and feeling sorry for yourself, at least.

Yes. You will try your hardest not to care what anyone else might think tonight. You looked good. Sexy as fuck, as Yunjin said.

It wasn't all she said. Yunjin, as you begin to find out in the last hour you've actually spoken to her, is the best when it comes to making a girl feel good about herself.

"God, Y/N, your body is crazy." You hear her say as she pulls your hand away from your stomach that was bare since the skimpy shirt or jeans didn't cover it. She stares at your abs. "Do you still workout?"

Still. Meaning she also knows you're a retired athlete at only twenty-one years of age. Once again, you have to try your best to not let that reminder dampen your mood.

"Thanks." You respond clearing your throat, giving her a weak smile. "Yeah, I workout five times a week."

You don't mention the physical therapy you're about to start next week or the fact that all your workouts are under strict supervision ever since the injury happened. That, starting from next week, two other people will be responsible of you staying in shape.

It's so pitiful, you're so used to doing everything on your own.

"Five?!" Yunjin's jaw drops before she scoffs, looking at her body in the mirror with overly critical eyes.

Yunjin seemed to be naturally on the skinnier side, she didn't have any muscle built up. Not like you, years of doing football made your physique change, your body looked amazing - you were aware of that. Personal trainers, coaches both male and female told you so at least....'Defined thighs, defined stomach, toned arms...'. You heard enough about your body to know that it looked good.

It took years of sweat and regular gym hours to make it that way though and you feel bad that Yunjin seems to be comparing it to her own.

"When I was in my best shape, I had a whole team of people working with me from diet to workouts, that includes my coach as well." You chuckle lightly, as she turns her eyes from her stomach to you, "Everyone was expecting me to go pro so...The university invested a lot in me."

You force out another laugh, not trying to turn an attempt to stop the comparisons into a pity party. "Even now when I won't be playing, I'll have two people working with me."

When all you get in return is a dumbfounded stare, you groan feeling like you read the situation incorrectly. Your social cues still need some catching up to do.

So, there's nothing left to do when you feel so uncomfortable but ramble and it's what you do best, you will be quick to learn.

"This is stupid, I don't know if that's what you were doing and I'll feel like shit if I say it but ended up assuming it wrong but I'll say it anyway just in case; if you were comparing yourself to me, don't, I had professionals working with me for the past three years. Professionals that are extremely expensive and finished schools and shit to learn how to make people look hot and fit, so...." You trail off, avoiding her eyes at all cost and scratching behind your neck awkwardly.

The silence is so long that it almost wills you to run out of the room and maybe ask for a permanent roommate change, just to beat Yunjin to the punch. Instead, you hear a stifled giggle.

You glance at her just to see your roommate bite back a grin.

You huff, cheeks turning red from the embarrassment because you barely speak but when you do, it's really almost always complete and utter shit, as you try to hide your own smile.

"You're a nice girl, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah." You huff, always terrible at taking compliments, "So are you, I guess."

She snorts at your awkwardness but doesn't further comment on it as she rummages through her jewelry box and pokes big hoop earrings on.

"And you can keep that shirt if you want...God, I hate you big boobed bitches." You let out a surprised laugh at that as she rummages some more through her jewelry box. "Do you have any earrings for yourself? I'd offer you a necklace but I think it's hotter if your neck is bare honestly."

"Um," You approach your desk and pull out your mom's jewelry box with a humble amount of items in it. You show her your tiny golden hoops, "What about these?"

"Yeah, those are great. Put those on and let's get ready to go, Chaewon might be dancing on tables by now."

As you lock the door to your dorm and turn to leave, Yunjin intertwines your arms as you both walk down the hall crowded by college students either going in or going out.

New girl friend, not so bad, you think to yourself.

Chaewon is not dancing on tables when you get there. You don't exactly know who Chaewon is but there's nobody dancing on tables in the crowded frat house you've walked into. You don't know anyone there, you thought you might see some girls from your team at least despite not getting along with them the best but you don't.

Yunjin, on the other hand, seems to know everyone.

She greets every living soul in the dusty, stuffy living room and every living soul greets her back. You guess it's safe to say that your roommate slash new girl friend is very popular with the party crowd at your campus.

As it's your first ever college party, you just follow her around like a lost puppy but she never makes you feel like a lost puppy, instead, she introduces you to every person that comes to chat with her even though you can hardly remember their names. You appreciate that more than you'd like to admit.

You end up in the kitchen which is less crowded but still has a handful of people in it where Yunjin shoves the classic red party cup in your hand and clinks it with her matching one, telling you to drink up.

At least you're not a complete virgin in this area. You drank before, you weren't an expert or anything because alcohol is limited for athletes but still, it's one of the first 'not first's of the night.

You meet Chaewon who is bubbly and cute with her bob and sparkly eyes. She's not nearly as drunk as Yunjin led you to believe she would be. When you comment on it, Chaewon smacks Yunjin's arm jokingly.

"You've made the girl think I'm an alcoholic or something." She scolds your roommate with a smirk before turning to you, smile back to complete innocence, "I don't even drink that much, Y/N. Honest."

Yunjin comes closer to mutter in your ear, "She's a liar, it's just that she's trying to be sober to see if the guy she's into comes alone tonight."

"Oh!" You nod and give Chaewon a reassuring smile as she goes beet red in the face and glares at Yunjin who continues to tease her.

You were about to tell Yunjin that you much prefer the crowd in the kitchen than the living room area and that you'd hope to stay here a bit more but you don't get a chance to.

Loud hoots echo through the kitchen and you turn your head to see what the ruckus is all about only to see the bane of your very existence walk in with a wide smile along with a group of other guys, greeting everyone like he's the king of the world and with the way everyone in the room treats him - he might as well be.

Of course. Of fucking course, Jung Wooyoung would be considered the life of the party.

He can be! You don't give a fuck! But why did it have to be the first party that you are attending.

You try to hide your scowl by taking another sip of your drink, trying your hardest not to let your eyes trace his movements from the other side of the kitchen island but one second your eyes are coasting over his ridiculous outfit (which he looks damn near scrumptious in but that's besides the point and something you will never admit that you ever thought about for even a second) and the next thing you know - his eyes are meeting yours.

You quickly whip your head to stare into the living room, feeling the edge of the counter dig into your back.

Yunjin and Chaewon are talking about something, laughing loudly through the noisy room and you're trying to hard to keep up with their conversation but that turns out to be impossible now that you're aware of a certain menace lurking about.

And lo and behold, quickly enough he skulks away from his group of friends and sneaks up to your side in three long strides.

"Well, well, well, do my eyes deceive me or is this Y/N Y/L/N at a frat house party?"

You stand rigid as his clothed elbow brushes your bare one but otherwise don't give him any further acknowledgement. Yunjin, from your freshly learned discovery is ever the social butterfly, grins with an eyeroll.

"Don't be a dick, Wooyoung."

Oh. Oh.

Yunjin knows Wooyoung. Well, that makes just about everything a thousand times worse.

"What? I didn't say anything." Jung Wooyoung defends with a smug smile from next to you before giving Chaewon a charming (or at least what might be charming by some people's standards, definitely not yours or anything) smile. "Chaewon, hello."

She stifles a laugh, "Hi, Wooyoung."

You're irritated to the highest degree for some reason.

Why were you never on the receiving end of his charming smiles? Again, charming by some people's standards. Let it be known, it's not by yours. Not that you want to be on the receiving end of any kind of Jung Wooyoung smile but just...why aren't you ever?

"Can't believe you two managed to get babyface over here out of her room for once." He comments and for a second you have no idea who he's referring to. Until Chaewon laughs lightly again before motioning towards Yunjin.

"That's all Yunjin. I just met Y/N, actually."

"Lucky you." Wooyoung adds and only after his second mischievous glance do you realize they're talking about you.

"Babyface?" You turn to him, growing outraged as his lips stretch into a wide grin. What is it with him and these weird nicknames which all contain the word 'baby' in them. What happened to calling you a troll like he did in middle school and moving about his night?

He shrugs, "I reckon it's better than crybaby."

"You reckon?" You scoff, not being able to stop yourself. Not even a full minute with him and you're already showcasing the gnarly childish side of yourself to girls you were hoping would become your friends. "Wow, how many years of college and you're finally using big words, Jung."

Wooyoung, for reasons you could never wrap your head around, looks positively delighted at your quip. "If you think 'reckon' is a big word then I have no further comments, Y/L/N."

You flush a deep red at that as a glare fully sets down on your face, aimed entirely towards him now. He bites his lip to stop himself from laughing which only makes you grow redder.

"So, you two know each other?" You forgot for a split second that the two of you were in the presence of your new friends. Yunjin stares at you with brows raised.

With a solemn sigh, you respond, "We were neighbours."

"We still are." Wooyoung adds, cozying up to you further. You watch in contempt the way his shoulder brushes yours and his arm lays on the kitchen island behind you, one wrong move and his arm would be around your waist. Seriously, why is he so damn close?

To your own embarrassment, you find yourself not moving away, liking his warmth and whatnot. Maybe, he smells nice as well. Just a little bit. Something citrusy and delicious. Whatever.

"Oh?" Yunjin asks, looking awfully too interested in your relationship with Wooyoung. Not that there is a relationship. Your brows furrow as you observe the way she silently communicates with Chaewon.

"What?" You ask, lost entirely.

Chaewon gives you the same, overly enthusiastic smile, "Oh, nothing."

Wooyoung's chest shakes against you from silent laughter about something you must've missed and you turn to glare at him. He didn't do anything, you just felt like it.

A couple of minutes of conversation pass and you find yourself even enjoying it, despite the little nuisance stuck to your side. It's been awhile since you hung out with anybody, you never thought you even needed it but you think you understand now the hype around these college weekend hangouts.

Until it somehow dips to Yunjin and Chaewon ditching you.

"Y/N, remember that guy Yunjin was talking to you about? The one I have a crush on?" You nod as Chaewon talks against your ear, "Well, he just got here and Yunjin and I will go say hi to him."

"Oh, I'll come with!" You say pathetically before Yunjin loudly exclaims "NO!"

"No, Y/N, you stay right here with Wooyoung, okay?" She motions to the guy next to you, "You two seem to have so much in common!"

She's giving you a weird smile, overly wide, overly excited and you have trouble reading what she's trying to tell you, not knowing her nearly enough to be able to read girl code already.

You can barely get a word in and they're already gone, whisked by the living room crowd and you're stuck with Jung Wooyoung of all people by your side, feeling completely and utterly stupid.

They...ditched you? Did Yunjin regret inviting you? Did she find you embarrassing? Maybe you should just go home.

A deep sigh is heard by your side and you're once again reminded with who they left you with.

"Y/L/N, they didn't ditch you. They don't hate you or whatever it is that you scrambled up in that big head of yours, they're trying to set you up with me." Wooyoung lazily explains from your right and you turn to look at him like he's crazy. What surprises you more than his statement is the fact that he's actually sticking by your side.

"What? Set you up with me?" You scoff, crossing your bare arms over your chest, "Don't be ridiculous."

He snorts, "You'd rather think they ditched you than trying to get you laid?"

You go silent at that. Laid. How preposterous. How insane and how ridiculous.

It's another thing that you're a complete virgin to. Literally and figuratively. You've never went with a boy past a clumsy make out session. Get laid, you scoff inwardly, how silly.

Suddenly, you're aware of a pair of eyes on the side of your face and you're not surprised to find Jung Wooyoung staring at you in amusement. With all your defenses up, you ask, "What?"

His eyes twinkle with mirth. "I didn't say anything."

Another moment of silence between the two of you passes. Some guy comes to greet Wooyoung, he gives you a small nod in greeting which you return and after some small talk between the two of them he walks away, leaving you two alone once again in the middle of the semi-crowded kitchen.

Wooyoung inches closer to you again, mirroring your stance now by leaning against the island with his back. "Is being alone with me that scary that you refuse to talk?"

"Scary?" You scoff again, it's all you seem to do in his presence, without even looking at him. "Don't flatter yourself too much, Jung, you're not nearly as intimidating as you like to think you are."

"Who said I thought I was intimidating?" He asks calmly, enjoying the way you're riled up for no apparent reason.

You don't answer his question, aware that you're being a bitch for no reason. But it's his fault if anything, years of juvenile fights made Jung Wooyoung bring out the worst in you.

"These parties don't seem like they're all that." You comment, more to yourself than anything but he's obviously listening so you decide to include him in the conversation. "Don't you get bored of them?"

Wooyoung hums from next to you, lightly swaying to the music from the living room as he hands you a cold cup of...something and takes one for himself as well. It feels weird that he actually is sort of attentive by getting you a drink when he noticed your empty cup on the island. You decide not to dwell on it too much.

"Bored? Not really, they get repetitive but there's always something fun to do." He responds, mouth quirking up as he looks down at you. Your eyes flicker down to his lips just in time for his tongue to swipe across his bottom lip. You look away quickly.

Clearing your throat, for the life of you, you have no idea why you nod to a couple in the corner right next to the kitchen almost having intercourse against a wall. "Like that?"

Wooyoung snickers and you feel yourself flush slightly but you blame it on the drink which is...much better than whatever Yunjin handed to you at the beginning of the night. "Don't blame people for having fun, Y/L/N."

You turn to him with your nose crinkled, "That's your idea of fun?"

Wooyoung seems a bit surprised and yet strangely intrigued by the course of the conversation. Maybe you are too but in this moment, it feels all too exhilarating with him being so close and you being a complete and utter virgin and all. God, if Chaewon and Yunjin left you here in hopes of getting you laid, maybe they were right.

There's no reason to be acting like this around Jung Wooyoung.

Honestly, what is wrong with you Y/N? Maybe you really should fuck someone. You'd stop thinking about Jung Wooyoung this way and lose your virginity at last.

Two birds with one stone.

"I know lots of ideas of fun." Wooyoung starts before he gives you that devastating grin of his that you despised even as a lovesick teenage girl as he subtly nods to the couple, still at it in the corner, "That is one of them. Although I'd at least take it up to one of the bedrooms upstairs."

Your nose crinkles in disgust again at the thought of the state of the beds in these dirty testosterone filled frat houses. "Gross, they probably don't even change the sheets."

"My apartment is two blocks away." Wooyoung adds, a little too quickly in your, once again completely virgin, opinion. "I always have that option as well, y'know?"

You blink a couple of times, staring at the kitchen tiles as you start thinking that you're not talking about his ideas of fun only anymore.

Was he-? Is he trying to-? No. No way. Do not.

"Right." You say quietly, taking a tiny sip of your drink before smacking your lips.

There is no way that in any shape or form Jung Wooyoung is attempting to flirt with you.

He's quiet for only a couple of seconds before two other guys approach him, doing those weird half hugs half handshakes that assholes like Jung Wooyoung use to greet their friends. Which he seems to have a bunch of. Mr. Popular he is.

While they converse, your eyes are still stuck on the couple making out in the corner of the room and to not seem like a complete and utter creep, you draw your eyes away from them into the living room where...all you seem to see are couples.

Flirting. Kissing. Grinding on each other (Gross). Humping on the couch (Double Gross, you're sure people use that to sit on ordinary days). Clumsily walking up the stairs with their hands already on each other's clothes (Triple Gross). They're all going to have sex!

Meanwhile, you're a virgin. Not by choice either, if it were up to you you'd grab the first guy you see right this second and let him fuck you just to get it over with. It's not like you're saving yourself for someone special or anything. Too bad that they all seem to be taken one way or another and the only guy you've spent the whole night talking to is-

Wait.

Nononono.

But-

Wait.

You turn to observe Jung Wooyoung by your side, who is still talking to his two buddies. None of them paying you any mind.

As you mentioned before, there was a general consensus going around that Jung Wooyoung was good looking. You've seen him only a handful times since that night he dropped you off home after prom even if you're both on the same campus but you can admit (although you'll outwardly deny it if anybody asks) that he has gotten even hotter.

His face lost all of his baby fat with years that went by, his jawline got sharper and lips plusher. His eyes were expressive and the mole under one of them was cute. His hair was still long, you don't know if he cut it after prom night and just let it grow out again or if this was simply the length her preferred, now all black but it suited him immensely.

He had nice hands as well. Veiny hands, long fingers with nice and tidy nails. And you might've called his outfit ridiculous but you only did it to fulfill your role as his self-appointed enemy, it wasn't that ridiculous. Just a pair of baggy jeans and a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You guess he knows that he has sexy hands. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, making sure to showcase the naturally tanned smooth skin underneath and a necklace decorating his collarbones.

This...whore.

A man that plays up his good physical attributes this well could be nothing else but a man that gets around a lot.

When you notice that you've spent a good two minutes doing nothing but checking Jung Wooyoung out, you notice that his two friends have left already and he's holding his red cup while staring at you with an amused smirk on his face.

"What now?" He asks and you part your lips before licking them, almost shivering when you catch Wooyoung following the action closely.

Well, your dad did say that should live your life and try at least. His words, not yours!

Although when he said them, you are most definitely sure your dad didn't think you'd ever be applying them when asking Jung Wooyoung to take your virginity but what he doesn't know won't put him in an early grave.

You are twenty-one years old and among a lot of other things, you are horny. It's time to get a move on.

"I'm going to ask you something now and for once," You let out a soft sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you can't believe you're about to do this before opening them to level Jung Wooyoung with an open stare as you inch closer to him to make sure he can hear every word, "Just this once, I ask of you, nicely, to not be a dick about it. If you're not up for it, just...just let me down gently. Don't laugh at me, please, just tell me no and we'll forget it ever happened."

All traces of amusement leave Wooyoung's eyes after your all-too-honest speech and he turns to rest his hip against the kitchen island to be face to face with you. He looks serious and asks quietly, "What do you wanna ask me, Y/L/N?"

You take a deep breath, feeling undeniably nervous under his heavy gaze. "Those ideas of fun you mentioned before, the ones involving your apartment...."

Wooyoung presses the rim of the cup against his lower lip, teeth gently grazing it before he takes a sip. He nods, looking a little confused as he swallows, teeth coming back to bite on the cup.

"Mind showing me?"

It takes him a second to catch on but when he does, it only takes another second for the mischief in his eyes to triple and lips placed against the rim of his red cup to stretch into a wide breathtaking smile.

Wooyoung had an inkling of an idea where the course of the night would take him when he first left his apartment. Have a drink or two, mess about with the guys for a few hours and maybe if he was up to it, find someone to take home.

But this... if someone told him this would happen, he'd burst out laughing and call that person crazy. Insane. Deranged. A lunatic.

Really, he had no idea how the hell this happened.

This being two handfuls of your jean-covered ass in his hands, tongue shoved deep into your mouth as he pushes you against his hallway wall and swallows every tiny sound you make while your hands tug and rake through his hair.

He's pretty sure your dark red lip gloss is all over his cheeks from how messy and rushed the kissing is. Everything tastes like artificial cherries, a taste too sweet for Wooyoung's liking accompanied by a tinge of vodka and lemonade that you've both been drinking.

Your hands are soft when they run over his jaw and latch onto his shoulders, he swallows another surprisingly sweet whine of yours and slips a leg between your thighs. Embarrassingly enough, Wooyoung is already hard and once his hands slip from your ass to your hips just to feel the way you move them as you grind against his thigh - he fears he might finish in his pants.

Yeah, if at the start of the night someone told him that Y/L/N Y/N would be dry humping him in the hallway of his small studio apartment after he went out of his way to keep her company at a party, he surely would've dialed the nearest psychiatric institution to take that person in for much needed treatment.

When you reward him with a whimper that goes straight to his dick for placing a kiss underneath your ear, Wooyoung starts coating your neck in slow hot kisses and bites that leave you trembling in his arms.

He's been (as subtly as he could) staring at the naked skin that your shirt revealed for the majority of the night anyway so, truly, this isn't much of a chore for him.

When his teeth gently graze your clavicle, he pulls away for just a moment and realizes he's finally gotten a front seat view of your tits.

Jesus Christ.

When the fuck did you become hot?

Wooyoung always found you cute at most. And fine, he thought you were pretty too that night he drove you home from your prom night. But that's where it all ended. He didn't think about you all too much in any other way given your history and barely saw you as it is.

Looking at you now...your hooded eyes that glittered around the corners. Flushed cheeks and heavy breaths that made his head spin. Disheveled long hair that fell down your back and that he wanted to tangle his fingers in (which he quickly did as soon as that thought appeared, no time like the present!). And those fucking tits covered with nothing but a sorry excuse for a shirt that clung to your torso.

Wow.

It really must be true when they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Although there's little heart involved in this situation and a whole lot of thinking with his dick.

He pulls the thick strap of your top a little and watches at it smacks against your skin gently. You keep quiet, breaths still heavy as you watch him.

"This shirt is fucking ridiculous, Y/L/N."

No time left for talking, his fingers curl around your waist again as he bends down to place kisses against your chest. You both probably smell like smoke, sweat and booze but there's a soft layer of vanilla mixed into it the closer he gets to you and Wooyoung finds himself not minding the combination.

"I-It looks bad?"

It's the first words you've spoken since you stumbled into his apartment and Wooyoung has to pause, almost in disbelief. His first reaction is annoyance, not pegging you as the type of girl to fish for compliments by acting insecure even though she knows very well she looks delectable.

But then, the more he stares, the more he notices the way you twitch in his hold, shifting your gaze around his face in order to avoid his eyes, his annoyance disappears. You are insecure about the shirt. You are genuinely wondering whether or not it looks good on you.

And Wooyoung is nothing, if not ready to please at all times.

"I wanna drag it off of you with my teeth." He says the honest truth, hating the way his voice is low and husky. What the fuck is he doing. Why is he breathing so heavily?

The blush that overtakes you doesn't stop at your face but slowly curls around your neck and appears at the top of your chest. He hums, satisfied with the reaction he got before going back to business.

The business being your marvelous tits.

With his hand still curled around your waist as he lowers down so his forehead is basically resting on your bare chest, he groans once he thumbs over your left breast and feels a hard nipple under the material.

"Are you not wearing anything under this?" He murmurs against your skin, groaning again once he feels your fingers intertwine with his hair. Wooyoung doesn't wait for a response but roughly pulls one of the thick straps down your arm and places a hand over your naked breast feeling its weight in his hand.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He thumbs at your nipple, liking the soft moan that escapes you at the action as you continue to grind against his clothed thigh.

"Y-Yunjin said it didn't need a-a bra." You stutter out through a whisper and he places a soft kiss to the middle of your chest as if to soothe you before returning his attention to what's really important.

God bless Yunjin then. Wooyoung should remind himself to buy her that chicken sandwich she likes so much tomorrow morning.

His thumb rubs over the hard pink nipple one last time before its enveloped by his lips, tongue twirling around it and arm tightening around your waist as your breath hitches and you twitch even more in his hold.

When you let out a high pitched moan once his teeth gently graze the soft bud, Wooyoung thinks he'll send Yunjin a whole damn buffet to her dorm.

Wooyoung releases your nipple with a 'pop' that makes you groan lewdly and he scrambles to stand up to his full height to get the offending red shirt off your body.

"Off." He mutters and you quickly grab the ends of the shirt to pull it off, needing Wooyoung's help since it was genuinely so tight on your torso.

With your hair disheveled even more now and bare chest on full display, Wooyoung almost kneels down in front of you.

His dick ached.

"Oh my fucking God." He mutters, burying his face into your chest as he licked and kissed and sucked and...

"Bed." You whisper through a moan, tugging at his hair. You grit out almost bossily, "B-Bed!"

"Bed?" Wooyoung looks down on you in confirmation, body now completely pressed against yours and when he sees your wide, desperate but sure eyes, he quickly nods. "Bed."

His lips are back on yours again, hand grasping at your jaw as he pulls you from the wall and leads you further into his studio apartment. The bed was only a couple of feet away anyways.

You grunt against his lips as you trip over something and he pushes it away with his foot (it was a sneaker that fell out of place as he was getting ready in a hurry), continuing to lead the way to his bed.

"You take off your shirt too." You whisper, almost shyly which causes something warm to swirl in his stomach. He obeys quickly, dropping his shirt to your feet before pulling you in with a hand at the back of your neck, biting at your lower lip and letting out a small laugh as you gasp.

"Pants too." You add innocently and he huffs, growing amused at your bossy nature even in the bedroom.

So, of course, he'll be a little shit about it.

Wooyoung drops himself on the bed, thanking God he changed his sheets this morning, and obnoxiously spreads out his legs. He observes you with a tilted head and a grin on his face, "Why don't you take them off?"

You lick your lips at the request, feeling like it's awfully hot in the room despite the fact that you're not wearing a shirt. You without a shirt in front of Jung Wooyoung with your tits on full display was another thing that you weren't ready to unpack just yet.

He's beautiful.

Wooyoung's skin is a pretty color of fresh honey and you carefully step closer, between his legs, to place a hand on his firm chest and feel his velvety skin. He watches your every move with hooded eyes, holding himself up with his arms placed behind him on the bed.

There's a tattoo on the side of his ribs, one that you would never know about unless you see him like this, so you run a thumb over it in admiration. Still, you don't want to take too long at the risk of coming off as weird, so with all the bravery you can muster - your hand drops to the button of his jeans and you gently (because of your fucking knee) lower yourself down to sit between his legs.

You thumb it open and pull the zipper down, shivering at the way Wooyoung's lips part and he softly exhales in what seems to be anticipation. You further flush when you finally get to see the outline of his....well, his dick.

You felt it against your hip, when you were kissing by the entrance door but you didn't have the guts to ever look down.

When Wooyoung lifts his hips up to help you get his pants off, you realize you're about to see it now anyway.

Clearing your throat, you curl your fingers around the waistband of his jeans and underwear all at once and pull it down. If Wooyoung notices how clumsy you are with it, he decides not to comment at least.

And there it is. His dick. A dick, first of all. The first dick you've ever seen in your life that wasn't through the screen while watching a bad porn video.

You don't stop pulling on his pants until they're pooling at his ankles without breaking stare with his...penis.

You don't really know what you expected if you're being honest. You never thought a dick would be pretty and...it's not exactly ugly either. Just, odd looking you suppose.

You can't tell if it's either big or small as you have nothing to compare it to. Maybe average? What is considered small? You're scared what a big dick looks like if this is a small one. Or even average one. It's kind of thick though which is worrying, you don't even notice the way your lips part as you imagine how exactly is this...thing supposed to fit anywhere inside of you.

There's neatly trimmed hair at the base of it and the tip is flushed, a thick vein running at the underside of it and two-

"Uh," It's like a sound of a scratched record as you freeze, "Your first time seeing a dick or something, Y/L/N?"

Your head slowly lifts from his lap and up to his face where a Jung Wooyoung awaits with raised brows.

It's only then that you realize you've been examining this guy's dick like he was at a doctor's appointment instead of trying to get him off.

You're at a little loss of words to be honest and for a split second you're worried that Jung Wooyoung will take your stutters of "I, uh" and "Um"'s and "Uh, hm"'s the wrong way and think you're impressed by him or something. You're not, once again, you have nothing to compare it to. You barely know what you're looking at right now.

His facial expressions go a little like this in the next twenty seconds: Cockiness (that quickly fades though), Confusion and last but not least Realization.

"Oh my God, it is?!" He laughs in disbelief before his eyes grow even wider and mouth continues to hang open. He quickly places a pillow laying on his bed over his lap, to shield his manhood from the big bad scary virgin apparently, "You're a virgin?!"

It feels like a punch to the gut and you flush a deep red, already scrambling up to your feet and shielding your bare chest. While you try to find that damned crop top, Wooyoung is still rambling in the background.

"There's no way! Wow, seriously you've never had sex before?! Never?! Wow, there's no way! Wait, why are you putting your shoes on-"

You refuse to turn towards him, pathetic tears of embarrassment already welled up in your eyes and bottom lip wobbling, "Uh, I'm gonna go."

"Wait, what? Why?" You hear shuffling behind you and you assume he's trying to get back into his jeans.

You quickly slide your second sneaker on and are flinging the door open, not looking back. "I have to go. I'm sorry, bye."

"Sorry? What are you- Will you just wait a fucking second for me to put my clothes back-" The door falls shut and you're stalking down the hallway of the apartment building, trying to get as far away from his door as you can.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

What were you thinking? Kissing Jung Wooyoung, going home with Jung Wooyoung, doing anything with Jung Wooyoung. What were you thinking?

You cry only a little when you get back to your dorm. Really, it's only a little, just a couple of flimsy tears.

Then you scrub the makeup from your face and change into your pajamas. Yunjin still isn't back and you're angry at her too, for bringing you to that party in the first place. For leaving you with Jung Wooyoung as well.

You're angry and embarrassed. And on top of that, you're horny too.

Why did Jung Wooyoung have to be such a good kisser? Why did his hands have to feel so nice? Why was he so beautiful?

You huff, buried deep in your sheets and all ready to go to bed but sleep just isn't coming. You're too busy thinking about the guy you've sworn not to think about at all anymore.

It was going so well these last two years.

With another huff, you cover your face with your pillow and scream at the top of your lungs.

He tasted like lemonade.

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byrdstrolls · 2 months ago

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Ethic

“Isn’t it weird tho. Like all reservations aside. All precognitions on tarot and it’s validity reserved. Just- in and of itself, don’t you think it’s weird that every reading I do about this I always get these exact cards in this exact order?” Nesseo exhales.

You are blinking tiredly at your computer screen across the dining table.

“I don’t know. Shit. I’d probably just say you’re not shuffling them correctly.” You huff, glancing back at your sibling.

“I know I’m-” Nesseo snaps back, stopping abruptly, swallowing their frustration. “I’ve been” They say, coating the word with emphasis- “Shuffling. You know I didn’t believe in this shit to begin with either. I just. Can you admit that it’s weird?”

“Okay” You say, pushing up your glasses. “It’s weird.”

“Yeah” They reply. “It’s weird.”

There is then a wanting pause, as if they needed more in the response than that, some expectation had gone unspoken. Nesseo stares at you for a long moment, before raising their eyebrows pointedly, a mimed and silent ‘and…?’ to add to their sentence.

“Ness” You say, frustrated. “If you have a fucking, non tarot based complaint I’d love to hear it.”

“What is the probability of this, even? If the universe wanted to beat us over the head with an omen-”

“How many cards are in that deck?” You prompt.

“Seventy eight.” They reply.

You stuff some numbers into your computer’s calculator, just because you can.

“Then in a three card spread, if shuffled properly, there is a 1/474,552 possibility that you get those three cards in that order.” You say.

“See! One in nearly five thousand, that's weird” They insist.

“But. But Nesseo, it's not necessarily any more or less unlikely than any other fucking three card spread in existence. Which is also 1/474,552” You say, peering into your coffee, finding it empty.

“If Mondes came to you. With an obvious ill omen. Would you listen to him?” Ness accuses.

“No.” You retort. “Because I make my decisions based on facts.”

“Yeah right” They mutter to their cards as they shuffle. “You wouldn’t say it like that.” They whisper aside.

You close your laptop lid. Some part of you is passingly aware of how tired you are, that you stayed up late last day looking twice over through the fleet files, that it’s the gentle toxic touch of a headache pounding near your sinuses you’re angry with, and not your younger sibling, but not aware enough to cut this conversation short when it was so unceremoniously handed off to you.

“I’m sorry.” You say. “Do you have a fucking problem you’d like to speak a little louder on?”

“I don’t know Hanagi.” Nesseo says. “Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I am stupid.”

“I didn’t say that-” You interject, but they continue as if they haven’t heard you.

“The guy at my AA meetings was like, ‘Nesseo, you should get a hobby’ So I did. But now that I’m actually good at the tarot cards, everyone's like shut up Nesseo, get a reallll hobby, you’re so cringe with those things showing obvious signs of mental illness. You’re so annoying now we prefered you when you were-”

“Don’t say that” You reply gently, sensing the end of the sentence. “I’m happy you’re having fun, Ness, really, but I'm not gonna suddenly integrate cards based decision making into my belief system because of it.”

“Five times” They hiss. “Five times, I got this exact spread.”

“I’m glad you’re sober, and you’re finding fucking, new ways to spend your time, really. But I think you’re taking this a little too seriously.”

“Yeah, one sweep sober. The six perigee chip, the sweep chip- they’re running out of awards to give me. I’d like to thank my lusus and the academy.” They mumble.

You sit still at the table, staring, as you often are, unsure of what to say, how to bridge the gap of the wealth that you do not and can not understand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You say quietly. “Everyones still really proud of you.”

“‘Still’” They say, rolling closer to you. “Is that a threat?” They retort.

“No!” You snap back.

“I thought…” They trail off, their gaze trapped at a fixed point on the wall.

“...What?” You prompt.

“I thought if I was sober you guys would treat me different.” They say, so quietly you almost can’t hear.

“Ness” You say softly.

“This thing. It’ll fail” They say.

“No Ness,” You stutter, your panic really starting to set in. “Your sobriety is not going to fail-”

“Not my sobriety Hanagi! This!” They say, gesturing at your laptop. “This whole, stupid heist! It’s gonna go ass backwards in a way that fucks up our family even more. All I see. Every reading I do.”

“We don’t know that-” You defend.

“Yes, we do.” They retort. “Hanagi” They say, voice layered and gruff in a manner not typical of the floaty, ethereal way Nesseo often spoke, They turn away. “I get that like, you weren’t there for the worst of it, okay? When me and Mondes were on the run. You were in space. But it was bad. It was bad bad. I couldn’t tell days apart.” They say, the voice they’re muttering in wavering.

“I still don’t remember a lot of it. And if you wrap up our family in something that puts me in that position again. I will never forgive you. You can’t dive headfirst into shit that’s gonna make us wanted by the government again and then act like you give a shit about my SOBRIETY.” They snap.

You shrink under their gaze.

“I- okay, Ness, you know, if you wanted fucking out you could have just said so. We can find someplace for you.”

“I don’t want out, I want everyone out, Hanagi. NONE of you should be doing this. Not Mondes, who is trying so hard to act like he doesn’t care about reliving all his shit from his childhood. Not Bee, who is trying to build a life on foundations so fragile they threaten to shatter at any moment. And not YOU, who-”

“Who what?” You snap.

They stare at you, a gaze unforgiving in its totality and singularity of emotion. “Who works too much. And needs to give yourself time to process what happened with Dulkyu” They say.

You are so blindsighted by this you nearly physically stumble.

“It’s been nearly two sweeps” You mutter, since you and the other eldest Cheong cut ties.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you’ve stopped to breathe since” Nesseo dares. And you don’t answer. Because you can’t. Maybe it's not the cards Nesseo is good at. Maybe its people they can pick up and read through, a quick and complete vision all consuming in its scrutiny.

“Through everything- Daseos, the prison break, Bee- I have been on your side.” Ness pleads. “I backed you even when you were wrong. Just this once, I’m saying don’t do it. Hanagi. Please.”

“You didn’t see what I saw” You snap back. “In those fucking files. I have a duty to the world as a doctor.” The words feel weak and paper thin in the face of Nesseo’s plea, but you believe them with your whole heart. You took an oath to heal, and you can’t pass the horror’s you’ve seen by. It's easier to stay up late, chipping away at hacking and planning and busywork on your computer than to lay in bed staring at the unforgiving darkness of the ceiling as images from Faeria’s Longse’s medical files play on loop just behind your eyes.

“Fine” They spit out, “Fine!” They say, preparing to bargain. “If you have to do it, fine. But leave Bee and Mondes out of it. They’re not ready for this.”

“Bee and Mondes” You say slowly. “Are grown adults. Who made their own decisions, based on the same information I had. This” You say, “is not about us, Nesseo” You continue gesturing. “It’s about saving countless lives.”

“Well it's us,” They insist, pointing at the cards on the table. “That are gonna get fucked over.”

You stare down at the spread they keep trying to explain to you, at Nesseo’s vandalized tarot cards that it’s still so hard to take seriously.

In one motion, you sweep them off the table.

“Futures not here yet” You declare, storming off.

Several hours later, you are sitting at the kitchen table, arms wrapped around your head. When Mondes comes in from his afternoon class, he does so nearly silently. You only notice the slight melodic jingle as he hangs up his keys, the quiet setting down of his bag on the table. He heads straight for the kitchen, probably hungry from a long day of classes. You are certain he notices your distraught demeanor, but he does not comment on it. Instead saying simply and effectively-

“Hi.”

“Hi” You groan, hearing him open up the fridge behind you. Finally, you pull your face out of your arms, squinting in the afternoon light. You had taken off your glasses, it had been more comfortable moping without them, and everything is blurry.

“I think I was a total bitch to Nesseo this morning” You say.

“Yeah” Mondes says, washing some vegetables in the sink. “I heard.”

“Add it to the list of my-” You were going to say crimes, but you feel a sudden wave of shame overtake you, drowning the word. “Are you also mad at me”

“No.” He says. “But it sure took you a while to ask me that.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” You say, your fingers finally finding their way to your glasses, which you put on your face.

“That you never ask me that.” He says.

“Elaborate.” You request.

Mondes is silent for a long moment, the only sound in the kitchen the quiet thuds of his knife against the cutting board.

“I miss you, Hanagi,” He says.

You swivel your chair around to stare at him, processing his statement.

“You don’t get to fucking- say that!” You stumble, frustrated. “You don’t get to give me the cold shoulder for perigees and then be like ‘I miss you’”

“Well I can,” He says. “And I did. And it’s true.”

“Fuck you” You retort. There is a silence, as he continues chopping, the two of you both daring each other to be the first to apologize, and your ego crumbles first.

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I put you in a difficult situation. With Bee.”

“I don’t even give a fuck anymore” He says. “But why. Did we not just, have this conversation sooner, instead of you just, assuming I was still mad, avoiding the subject, for perigees.”

“I don’t know, you’d just be like, ‘why the fuck did we bring back Bee’ and I wouldn’t know what to say, like what the fuck could I do, kill her again?” You defend.

“Why didn’t we talk about it,” He pleads. “instead of you having that conversation in your own head and deciding it finished.” He says, turning around, setting down the knife. “I don’t know. I feel like, you act like I’m a lot more angry and demanding of a person, than I actually am.” He accuses. “Talking about shit doesn’t have to be a huge fight. I know that's what you’re used to, " he says. “Everyone in this family comes into any kind of emotional talk with their hackles already raised. I’ve seen it. And I think I understand why. With the whole. Having a sister who was a telepath and a control freak and a manipulator. But it's just exhausting. When anytime things get serious, everyone is already on the defensive the moment a conversation even starts. You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Hanagi.”

Why pay for a therapist? When everyone around you seems so sure, they know everything that's going on with you already, your thinkpan monologues, instinctively, but you don't say the words out loud, because you’d just be fulfilling his prophecy.

“I’m sorry” You say. “I’m working on it”

“I know,” He says, turning back to his cutting board, firing up the stove. “I’m not mad about Bee anymore. I get it more.”

“Get what?” You ask, you back straightening.

“That she really was. You know. Sick.” He says. “And I guess she’s tolerable enough now. So I’m over it.” He says, dumping his peppers and onions into the frying pan.

“Tolerable enough. High praise.” You joke.

“Don’t tell her I said that” he jokes back. “I like to keep her on her toes.”

“My lips are sealed.” You say, staring at him, unable to believe that’s it, the problem you had agonized over for months could be so easily tossed aside by him. A knot inside your ribcage you thought would never come loose slips apart so gently and smoothly it almost gives you whiplash, and you feel a little lightheaded. Disoriented, like walking out of a movie theater into the evening light.

“Yeah I” You say, your voice wavering in the evening light. “I really fucking missed you, too” You admit.

The moment is almost subtle enough to miss, but you swear his shoulders ease a little too at this declaration.

“Ness will come around” He says, turning down the burner.

“You think?” You reply, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Yeah,” He says. “Besides, there aren’t really bad tarot cards.”

“How do you mean?” You ask.

“I’m not, an expert…” He trails off. “But from what little I know about divination, it’s not supposed to be… literal. Death doesn’t just mean someone will die. It means change. It can mean the death of a concept, the passing of time, all kinds of shit.”

“Could be Faeria dying” You offer.

“Yeah.”

“It comforts me” You say. “That you’re not worried. Knowing you’re also like…fucking, superstitious.”

“Oh I’m worried.” He says. “It’s just kind of old hat, for me, to be honest. I get ill omens wherever I go and whatever I do. If I died everytime I got a death omen I’d be the worlds most fucked up zombie. Might as well relax and not base every decision I make on that fear.” He rambles.

“Wh- this happens to you that often?” You say, curious about how casually Mondes refers to such a thing.

“Sometimes” He says, suddenly mildly abrasive, the word feels like a door stopper putting an end to the middle of the conversation. “You want sauteed veggies?” He asks.

It can be so comforting how much weight she’s gained, because in moments like these, when the lights are dim and she’s sitting on the bed you share, leafing through papers with a paused quizzical expression, like she’s caught in the tail end of a thought, things look so much like the two of you are back in space again you stiffen. But then you pause, blinking, half awake, only for your breath to ease as you trace the rounder shapes of her cheeks, the comfortable pajama’s she wears, patterned over with isopods, the long cold cup of tea she’s forgotten on the nightstand, pleasures and decadences you would have killed for on that tiny ship. She is the same troll, from the way she dog ears her papers to how she color codes her highlighting, how she sits cross legged and the handwriting in her notes, but in no way is she recognizable as that skeleton that used to haunt you. You sigh, setting down your bag. She gathers up some of her papers, making room for you to sit.

“Okay” She says. “I also have a weird pitch.”

“Cryogenics wasn’t weird.” You retort. “It made perfect sense.”

“Getting Abby,” She says slowly. “And freezing them, so they can’t die in the process of the complex surgery we’ll need to give them to disengage and replace their complicated prosthetics- Arguably weird.” She justifies.

“It’s the only sensible way to do it” You reply, looking through some of the papers she has about.

“I know… it’s probably the only way to do it. I just.” She sighs. “It’s weird. To make that decision for Abidel without them knowing. I can’t imagine them saying no. But it feels gross. Not being able to tell them til the literal moment we’re there.”

“Any communication could put us in jeopardy.” You reply. “But yeah, it sucks and feels like shit.” You concede, sighing. “Like congratulations! You’re free! Now you get to go cryosleep in a lead box until we’re absolutely fucking sure we’ve gotten every single fleet bit out of your body. Not winning any ethics awards for that one. But go on. What’s the new weird pitch?”

Bee bites her lip, leafing through her papers.

“Oh, now you’re shy?” You tease, peering over her shoulder.

“It’s got poetic irony” She says of her plan, before she explains it.

“I kind of don’t give a shit about poetic irony” You say. “In my heist.”

“Hear me out-” She begins. “We poison Abidel’s blood.”

You stare at her.

“Listen! Not in a way that hurts or kills them. I just. Okay. With The Intoxicant, right? She’s an obsessed megalomaniac. She’s put sweeps of time and fleet funding into this. We free Abby- the only source for the chemical she needs for her pssionic cocaine- she’ll never stop looking for them. Unless. UNLESS.” She pauses to breathe. “Abidel’s blood is unusable. And The Intoxicant, wouldn’t you know it, has a ton of scientific research into how to make people more poisonous.”

“...I see” You say. “The poetic irony.”

“Right?”

“I don’t know Bee, it sounds dangerous. And kind of insane.”

“We ask! We can ask. We can offer, right? If they say no they say no.” She says.

“I just.” You say, putting your head in your hands. “Fucking, shit, dude. We shouldn’t have to do this shit.”

“If we can make Abidel useless to Longse” She says. “Then they don’t have to spend the rest of their free life looking over their shoulder.” She says, and then deflates a little, looking back to her paper. “But you know. It’s a weird pitch. We don’t have too. Just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks. You said we want backups for our backups for our backups. This is backups upon backups.”

“It's just kind of deranged” You retort. “Kind of Twitch Demork brained idea. Out of left field, ridiculous, morally questionable, self sacrificing” You rant, standing up and walking back and forth.

“Yeah, kind of like, unceremonious and unexpected. Like, I don’t know.” She rambles, sarcastically. “Blowing up a prison to lock the security inside it.”

“Fuck you” You say to the wall. “Fuck you,” you repeat, turning around and walking back over. “Show me what study you’re reading.” You say, snatching the paper from her hands.

#YESSSS HANAGI DRABBLE LETS GOOOOOO #hanagi writing #nesseo writing #mondes writing #my writing #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp

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that kind of devotion | anarcia (7)

yayy chapter seven is here :) as always, don't forget to check it out on ao3 !! and leave a comment if you liked it teehee

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For the next two weeks, Marcia found herself texting Lotus every waking moment. During breaks, during dinner, any free time she had was spent laughing at her jokes or smiling at a picture she sent. She got to find out she loved ducks (through the several pictures she sent of the ones at the nearby park- Marcia didn't mind though) to her favorite song (Boss Bitch by Doja Cat, a song Marcia had found herself listening to nonstop lately). If she was lucky, Lotus would even call her after her patrol, and the two would talk for hours. They mostly talked about their day and the investigation, but sometimes Marcia would slip in a story about her growing up, or Lotus would tell her a story about Sasha. The two had grown much closer in the past two weeks, getting along like a house on fire.

Even now, she was sitting on the couch texting Lotus. She giggled at a text the other girl had sent before she was drawn out of her thoughts by someone nudging her leg. "I need to sit down too, you know." Luxx rolled her eyes as she sat down, handing Marcia her food. "Put your phone down and eat, you've been glued to that thing lately. It's your one day off and you've ignored me the whole morning!"

Marcia takes the food from her, "I'm sorry! It's just so...exciting! We've pretty much gone from talking a few times a month to every day, it's hard not to be so engrossed."

"Aww, she's down bad." Luxx teased her.

"No, I'm not down bad. I'm a lover."

"Marsh, that's the same thing."

"It's totally not! Well...maybe a little. Whatever..." She flushed in embarrassment, rolling her eyes. Luxx chuckled at her, "Isn't that sweet, you know I haven't seen you this excited over a girl since that one in college...what was her name again?" Marcia cringed at the memory, she had to admit she may have the tendency to fall for people quite easily, but Lotus wasn't the same.

"That's not the same thing. Lotus is different."

Luxx raised her eyebrow, so she continued, "She shows genuine interest in me. She cares about my theatre stuff and how my day is. She texts me pictures of cute dogs she sees because she knows I'll love them. She's...thoughtful. Also, she didn't forget my name after one date, so she's already leagues ahead of Caitlin."

Luxx laughed, "Oh my god, I forgot about that! What did she call you again? Maria?"

"Miriam. She said she knew it was some old lady's name."

"Oh my god, she was awful. I'm so glad that lasted like, two weeks."

"You and me both. Anyways, what were you thinking of doing?"

"Well, since we're all getting together after your show tomorrow, I figured we could just lie low today. We could go to that coffee shop you like and people-watch."

Marcia was sold. "You know me so well, Luxx."

"Of course I do. We've been friends for like 10 years, it'd be sad if I didn't. Now let's go, I want to get a good spot before it gets busy."

They arrived at the small shop, setting their items down on the counter facing the biggest window. Marcia took a seat, taking out her drawing supplies as Luxx went to grab their drinks. It had been a while since they had been able to do this- they used to do it all the time in college, watching the people pass by and wonder about their lives while they worked on essays or assignments. They would wonder about their own lives, and what the future would be like. Marcia likes to think her younger self would be proud of where she is now. It makes her smile.

"One tea with honey for you...and an espresso for me!" Luxx hums as she sits the drinks down, sliding onto the seat beside Marcia. She brings out her own drawing materials, peering out the window.

"I missed this. Feels like it's been forever since we've done this."

"I know, it feels like we barely have time anymore. I guess that's what it means to be an adult."

Luxx nodded, her pencil sketching across the page. "Such is capitalism. Ugh, I'm so antsy to get this collection done. We're almost ready to go into production, so my stress is mostly over."

"Oh, I'm excited to see the collection! You're taking me to see the show, right?"

"Who else is going to be my plus one?" She laughs, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh yeah, that's good. Fuck, I've missed good coffee. The office coffee is so shitty, Marsh. Oh my god, it's horrible."

Marcia smiled, opening her own sketchbook as she began sketching some of the people outside. "For a luxury brand, you would think they could afford a better coffee machine." She laughed, scribbling in a woman's dark coat. "Maybe they'll get you a new one for Christmas."

Luxx rolled her eyes, "Please, don't give me hope. Irene keeps saying she's going to fix it and improve it herself but we've been so swamped she hasn't had time yet." She looked up for her next target before selecting a man with a dog. "Look at that dog- isn't it cute? Ugh, I wish I was better at animals. It looks like a rat."

Marcia leaned over to look at the sketch, rolling her eyes. "It looks great, you're being dramatic. That is a cute dog though, what a baby." She cooed, snapping a picture of it before she sent it to Lotus. "How is the collection going anyway? Weren't you guys almost done like, a month ago?"

"Well, we were going through final revisions, but they decided to scrap some of the looks so we had to come up with some new ones. I'm hoping this will be the final round though. I've got some of the early concepts for designs in here though." She answers, flipping through her sketchbook to show Marcia some of the designs.

She always admired the other girls' aesthetic, Luxx's usual grungy and dark designs had seemed to translate perfectly to spring fashion. Desaturated colors and skirts with purposeful rips and tears turned a skirt into the shape of a flower, an impressive feat. Marcia had seen Luxx make gorgeous designs that weren't her aesthetic, but these ones were special. She always loved it when Luxx could show her passion through her designs.

"Dark forest...what a theme, right?" She softly chuckles, flipping back to the sketch she was working on. "I like it though. I think it'll be our best collection yet."

Marcia proudly smiles, returning to her own sketch of some scenery. They sketched in comfortable silence for some time, Marcia having stopped sketching the people outside and started sketching Lotus. She didn't mean to, it was just sort of a habit at this point.

"That's really good, is that Lotus?" Luxx asks, leaning over. Marcia nods, her face tinged red. "Is she coming to your performance tomorrow?"

"No, but she's coming for my first night as Elle. I'm really excited, I hope she'll like my performance- I've been working so hard on it. God, I hope it goes well, what if I choke?"

"You won't choke. You were like, born for this. You're gonna kill it."

Marcia smiles at her, "Thanks, Luxx."

Luxx volunteered for dinner duty that night, allowing Marcia a moment to herself. To debrief, to prepare herself for tomorrow. She felt the nerves creeping up, like they did for every show she had done. She had to remind herself that it was going to go well, that she was going to do well. She focused on the warm water of the shower that was beginning to turn cold- maybe she had been in there longer than she thought.

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a soft pink towel before beginning to dry herself off. It was nice, and for a moment she felt calm as she blow-dried her hair, the muffled music of Ariana Grande playing in the background. 7 rings was interrupted by the ringing of her phone, Marcia clicked off the hair dryer as she answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, doll." Lotus' voice came from the other end. "Are you able to talk?"

Marcia hummed, "For a little bit- Luxx will kill me if I miss dinner." She wrapped her soft pink robe around her as she left the bathroom and entered her bedroom across the hall. "I thought you're usually on patrol around this time of day?"

"I am, but it's always a slow start. Thought I'd talk to you until I get a call."

She softly smiled, "Well, I won't complain about that. How's your day been?"

"Pretty standard. I'm hanging out with my coworker soon, but other than that nothing of note. But enough about me- you're gonna be on Broadway tomorrow! How are you feeling?"

"Nervous. Excited. I can't tell- I think it's both." She chuckled, "I know I'll probably do well, but it's just those pre-show nerves, you know?"

"Nah, I know you're gonna crush it."

"But how do you know? What if I...I don't know, trip and break my arm or something."

"I think you'd still perform, even if you had to be in a cast. Don't worry. Besides, isn't the saying break a leg?"

Marcia softly sighed, a smile creeping onto her face as she rummaged through her dresser for her pajamas. "Yeah, it is...and you're probably right. I'm way too excited about this. I just can't believe it's finally happening!"

She heard a faint buzzing on the other line, vaguely recognizing it as the sound of a call.

"Do you have to go?"

Lotus sighed, "Yeah. I do. I'm sorry. Hey- break a leg tomorrow. You're gonna kill it."

Marcia smiled. "Thanks, I will."

She heard Lotus laugh, she could practically see the other girls smile in her head.

"Atta girl."

The next morning was a blur. She remembered waking up to a 'break a leg ;)' text from Lotus and eating breakfast with Luxx, but time seemed to fly by after that. Her usual subway ride seemed to take five minutes, and their rehearsal that morning felt like it had happened in a second.

Now, she was in the dressing room with her castmates, all giddy and excited for the show. She applied the last of her blush and made sure her costume was perfect, waiting in the wings with the rest of the ensemble for the first number to start. Many were excitedly whispering to each other, the air in the theatre felt electric.

"Who's here for you tonight, Marcia?" One of her castmates and friends, Plasma, asked her.

"My friends and one of my cousins- we're going out afterward. What about you?"

"Some of my friends- and my mom, she flew in from Texas to be here. I can't believe it's opening night!" She excitedly shook Marcia's arm, causing her to smile.

"I know. Oh! There's the house lights, we're going!" She excitedly whispered, taking her place in preparation. She felt the anxiety returning to her chest, taking a deep breath as the curtains drew open.

They began their first number, which went as perfectly as it could. Marcia hit all the right steps, all the right notes, and stayed in character the entire time. She felt the anxiety in her chest dissipate after the first number, it turning into a feeling of joy. She felt good going into the second number, which turned into feeling great for the entire first act. During intermission, she and Plasma celebrated their success, which meant excitedly talking about the show while they made costume and makeup adjustments for the second act.

The second act also went spectacularly. She could tell the entire cast was bringing their all, and the audience could too. Every time the audience laughed or cheered her drive became stronger, causing her to perform even better. By the time curtain call came, she was exhausted- but proud. As she bowed with the rest of the ensemble, she could hear Luxx's cheers above the rest. She couldn't see her group because of the house lights, but that was enough to put a smile on her face.

She's able to get out of her costume and makeup fairly quickly, only delayed by her and Plasma geeking out about the show- releasing the remainder of the energy they had for the night. Eventually, she gathered her things and left, signing some things for a few fans at the stage door before spotting her friends.

"MARSHALL!" Luxx squealed, tightly hugging the other girl. Marcia giggled as her friends swarmed her, excitement filling the air. Jan raved on and on about her vocals and dance moves, her cousin was a fellow theatre nerd and they often spent their childhood watching different musicals (and poorly reenacting them). Robin, although less experienced in the theatre world, complimented her performance and gave her a bouquet- which Amethyst almost crushed as she pulled the group in to take a photo.

Marcia feels elated as the group returns to her apartment, giving her time to change into a sparkly mini-dress. She quickly shot a text to Lotus before coming back out, rejoining the girls who had also changed. They took a quick shot of some tequila they had lying around the house before heading to the nearest gay bar.

"My girlfriend said she and her friend are a few minutes away," Robin yelled above the noise, trying to keep Amethyst from getting swallowed up by the crowd. "I'm making them get us drinks- what does everyone want?"

The girls shouted out their various drink orders to Robin, drowned out by the club's music. The lights strobed and Marcia could feel her body vibrating from the bass. She danced with Luxx and Amethyst, letting herself go and focusing on having fun- she deserved it, after all. She felt her legs growing sore, but it didn't bother her. She would regret it in the morning, however it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with.

They only stopped dancing when Robin squealed, throwing herself into the arms of a girl who had just walked up. "That's Aura," Amethyst shouted so they could hear, the other girls nodding along. "Who's that beside her?" Marcia asked, referring to the girl who had appeared beside Aura.

She was wearing a short red dress and a leather jacket, and her long light-colored hair was straight and worn down, with some bobby pins to keep her bangs back. She looked like she had some darker streaks in her hair, but she couldn't be too sure with the blaring club lights. From what Marcia could see, she had a pretty athletic build and a scar over her left eye. She felt like she knew the girl, but she couldn't place her finger on why.

"I guess her friend," Amethyst whispered in her ear, "She's hot, right? Is she glaring at us though?" Marcia turned her attention back to the other woman, Amethyst was right- she did seem to be glaring, but she couldn't even clearly see the girl because of the flashing lights.

"Can't tell."

Aura and Robin finally broke apart, allowing Aura to shift her attention to the other girl.

"Oh! This is one of my friends, Anetra!" The other girl nodded her head in greeting. "She doesn't bite, she just has chronic RBF." Aura laughed, Anetra rolled her eyes and playfully elbowed her. Amethyst introduced herself first before Marcia did- she noticed the girl's eyes widen a bit before returning to normal. That was strange, did she recognize her too?

She was going to talk to her more when Aura pulled her away to go get the group's drinks, putting a pin in her plan. That was fine, she'd just talk to her when she returned. However, Anetra didn't return. Aura came back alone, balancing the drinks in her arms.

"Where'd Anetra go?" Luxx asked, taking her drink from Aura.

"She got a call while we were waiting at the bar- came back and said there was an emergency and dashed out. She seemed stressed about it."

"I hope she's okay..." Marcia worried, "Poor girl just got here."

"I'll check up on her later, she's a tough cookie so I'm sure she'll be fine."

That was the last they talked about it, the rest of the night was a blur as they danced and drank until their feet hurt. Marcia tried to tone it down so she wouldn't feel as miserable tomorrow, which worked to some degree. She and Luxx left around 1 am, both deciding to be somewhat responsible. She quickly changed into her pajamas, almost passing out the instant she hit the bed. She shot off a goodnight text to Lotus, who still hadn't answered her last message, which was odd. She worried something may have happened, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind- she was just paranoid.

#thatkindofdevotion #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr #rupauls drag race #marcia x3 #marcia marcia marcia #anetra #anarcia

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ongaunt · 5 months ago

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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞?

elliott penndragon x eloise fortier

summary: a round of truth or dare at the three broomsticks with the hogwarts legacy crew gets a bit spicy.

tw: alcohol, mild language, mild sexual content

mentions: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth Weasley

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“What did you mean by that?”

The words spoken earlier between them in privacy replayed in his mind, over and over, despite all his protest. Elliott dared to ask the last question Eloise probably wanted to hear. To his detriment, it probably wasn’t the best time or place. They had finished classes for the day and began walking to the Three Broomsticks where their friends were waiting. If the mood turned sour enroute, it would get much worse when they arrive.

“What?” Eloise mumbled a reply, not bothering to look back at him as she charged up the hill.

“You know – if we kissed it would be weird,” he shrugged.

He tried to keep up with her but Eloise sped on unwavering. She could be a scary person from the outside but Elliott would think he knew her better.

“Why are you asking such a dumb question?”

Elliott scoffed. “Am I really that disgusting to you? Friends do kiss sometimes-“

“What the fuck kind of friends are you hanging out with?” she cringed. “Plus – I know you. I’ve known you and Alexis for forever, it would be weird. Now cut it out.”

“But aren’t you curious? You’ve never thought about it?”

She stopped walking and looked at him as if he grew another head. “No.”

“Wow, okay-“

After that absolute blunder, the two Slytherins walked in silence. The Three Broomsticks never felt so far away. The mood finally lightened once they caught up with their peers, beers in hand and gossiping away like nothing happened. Several butterbeers later, Elliott could feel himself sway a little. He leaned against Sebastian and raised both brows at a dumb joke Garreth made.

“-and that’s what I call a kaiju kitty,” he finished his punchline with a hearty laugh.

The table groaned, Ominis completely ignoring it happened. Elliott stretched his arms, almost hitting his best friend in the process.

“Oi, watch it,” Sebastian warned.

“My bad,” Elliott yawned. “I think I’m done with drinks. Who wants water?”

Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that the bar was busy that night – it took Elliott almost half an hour to get six glasses of water. He barely made it out alive. The table was in high spirits upon his return, all of them laughing at something spinning on top of it.

“What did I miss?” he asked blankly.

Ominis lifted his head up slightly at the sound of his voice, “We thought you left! Come, we’re playing a game.”

“Oh?”

“The bottle spins and whoever it lands on has to answer a truth or a dare,” Garreth explained mid-cheer.

Elliott resumed to his seat beside Sebastian, watching the bottle slow to a stop in his direction. “Uh, okay. Dare-“

“No!”

“Don’t-“

Elliott’s tired eyes widened immensely as the table erupted into a roar, everyone yelling in protest all at once. “What?!”

Garreth was laughing, Sebastian shaking his head slowly and Eloise looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Even Ominis had a smirk on his face. The clueless Slytherin threw his hands in the air, confused.

“Eloise said she’d kiss the next person that choses a dare,” Sebastian explained between huffs of laughter. “So I guess that’s you, mate.”

Merlin’s balls. “Okay – fine, I choose truth then-“

“No, no, the bottle is sacred, my friend. You must abide by the rules.”

Eloise looked like she was about to punch Garreth for his stupid game. Alas, she sighed. “Fine. I’m no wuss. Come here, idiot.”

Elliott leaned back in his seat, face crestfallen as their friends looked (and listened) on in amazement. His hand covered his eyes as she got up and made her way angrily toward him.

“Why are you covering your eyes? Don’t be weird about this.”

“-but you said –“ he stopped himself, arguing back to Eloise was always futile. Elliott removed his hand, his cheeks flushed a crimson hue.

Eloise dragged a stool from the other table with a loud squeak, slumping onto it. She manhandled the brunette to look at her, both hands on his cheek.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? It’s just a stupid game,” he asked.

“Kiss me, coward.”

The silence was loud. The kiss was a soft peck in the beginning but no one could tell who used tongue first. It was a battle of wills, their lips fighting for dominance, tongue clashing clumsily. Sebastian, Garreth and Ominis were stunned. Finally they broke apart, both panting heavily and redder than roses. Eloise silently walked back to her seat and took a big swig of her remaining ale, Elliott wiping his reddened mouth with his sleeve.

“I don’t even need sight to know that was horrendous-“

“-so who’s next?”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy male mc #hogwarts legacy female mc #oc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #elloitt x eloise #lmaooooooo

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year ago

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Confession II

Warning: swearing

A/N: there will 100% be another part to this but I wanted to make this chapter a big angsty with some fluff, so enjoy! Smut to follow 😉

“Oh no, oh no, oh fuck,” you mumble to yourself over and over again.

You stumble out of the bed to pull your jeans on, the room spinning. You’re pretty sure you’re still slightly drunk or your chaotic mind is just causing your body to spiral. You listen carefully for any sounds outside your door but hear nothing but silence. You hold your shoes firmly in your hand, making sure you can make a completely soundless getaway. Whether you’re still drunk or hungover, you know for a fact that you’re not ready to face Colson right now.

You peer out into the hallway as you slowly open the door, ensuring the coast is truly clear. You can hear the soft sounds of snoring coming from behind the door opposite you and you’re glad you don’t have to face any of your friends either. You’re not sure if Colson would’ve told them what you’d said and you’d really rather not know. Ignorant bliss is definitely the vibe you’re going for.

You pad quietly to the stairs and haphazardly glide your way down them. You’re fairly sure you’ve succeeded in escaping your hell on earth, when the sound of someone clearing their throat smacks you as you reach the front door. You turn with a cringe and come face to face with your worst nightmare. A very bewildered Colson stares you down, catching you again trying to sneak away. You try your best not to look like a deer in headlights.

“I think we should talk,” Colson declares in a confident tone of voice and your stomach drops.

You nod and bite your bottom lip, following him to the backyard. The sun hasn’t quite risen so you’re greeted by the most beautiful sunrise, the worst backdrop for the conversation you’re about to have. You want to make the whole situation less awkward by taking back everything you said last night but you just can’t bring yourself to say it.

“You’re awake early,” you speak for the first time since he caught you and you know by the look on his face that Colson is not in the mood for small talk.

“I never went to sleep,” he admits with an edge to his voice. “I had a lot on my mind.”

You flinch because you can definitely hear the accusation in his tone. You want to apologise and try to blame it on the alcohol but you know that won’t help the situation. You don’t know how to make it better but you’re desperate to try.

“Can we just forget the whole thing?” you beg, trying to hide your desperation. Colson’s eyes soften slightly but his jaw stays tense.

“We can’t do that and you fucking know it Y/N,” he scolds you disapprovingly. You let out a puff of air you didn’t know you were holding and brace yourself for what is about to come. “I’ve spent so much of my adult life being used by people. People that want me to help boost their career, their ego, their hunger for recognition. I’ve tried so hard to work out the users from the real people in my life and tried so hard to surround myself with people who genuinely care about me and I thought you were one of those people.”

“I-“ you start but Colson holds up his hand to silence you.

“I thought you were my friend, one of my best fucking friends, because you wanted to be. It turns out that you only wanted to be around me so you could feed some fucking sick fantasy you had of us being more than friends. You used me for your fucking hormones, to get yourself off in a fucking toilet cubicle. Do you know how dirty that makes me feel!?”

You don’t know what to say to him. He took what you said in such a twisted way that you’re not even sure how to defend yourself. Then again, in your drunken rambling, you’re not really sure how well you actually explained yourself. You’re pretty sure you used the word ‘love’ but then you did stumble into a rant about masturbating after the concert that you could’ve probably left out entirely.

“I’m sorry,” you hang your head in shame as the ramifications of your confession hits you like a tone of bricks.

In what you thought was a cute, albeit dirty revelation, you do remember saying that being friends with him was ok because it just meant to got to be around him. In what you thought was a sweet compliment, was actually a sick way of saying ‘I’ll pretend to be your friend because I like creating fantasies of us in my mind after I hang out with you’. Not the most glowing endorsement for what you treasure as a truly fulfilling friendship.

“Just fucking leave,” he mumbles, turning away from you to look at the sunrise. Your cheeks heat with shame and you stumble to your feet, collecting your belongings as quickly as you can. “You know what the worst fucking part is?” he asks you with humourless chuckle. You shake your head at his question. “If you’d told me how you felt, I probably would’ve just let you down gently and we could’ve just been really good friends because, let’s be honest with each other, you and me would never work.”

Well that fucking cuts deep.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you feel your blood boiling but you’re trying your best to stay calm.

“Oh come on honey, be serious for a moment. I’m an international musician with albums and awards and sold out stadium tours and you’re a scrappy misfit who wiggled your way into our group because we felt sorry for you.”

“Jesus Christ, Colson! You can be pissed off at me but you don’t have to be fucking cruel.”

You can feel the tears burning in your eyes. Your whole life you’ve just wanted to fit in and find your people. You finally thought you’d achieved that with your friends. He can’t really mean what he’s saying, can he? He’s just lashing out to make himself feel better about what’s happening right now. He’s not really this heartless. You know him well enough to know that he’s not a nasty person. He’s the kindest, gentlest person you’ve ever met, he’s just hurt.

“I kept you around because I felt sorry for you and I made everyone else be nice to you because of it.”

“Bullshit,” your voice cracks and you sniffle. “No, I don’t believe you.”

“Why not, silly girl?” he laughs but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Ashleigh and Sophie would never pretend to be my friend just to keep you happy.”

Suddenly, Colson is on his feet and right in your face, mere inches separating the two of you.

“Yes, they fucking would because that’s what real friends do for each other.”

“No, you’re just scared.”

“Scared? What the fuck do I have to be scared about?”

“Losing me.”

Colson scoffs with such fake indignation that it finally dawns on you exactly what he’s doing. He’s protecting himself to keep from feeling exactly what is happening. He’s losing a best friend that he believes completely betrayed him and spent their whole friendship pretending to be something it wasn’t. You see the frightened little boy behind the bravado and fake ego. You see what he is truly feeling behind those deep eyes. You immediately feel burdened with this unbelievable guilt that you’re willing to do anything to make it go away. You want to hold him, take away all the sadness he’s feeling. Literally transfer it from him to you to lessen all of his pain.

You ease yourself forward slightly, not really sure what your full plan is but relying on pure instinct to get you through. Colson eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t move himself away from you. Curiosity undercutting the frown that has taken over his face. You lightly place your hand on his cheek and he flinches away from your touch. You try to not let that bruise your ego or diminish your confidence. You lean closer to him and lightly feather your lips across his cheek, trying so hard to convey everything you’re feeling in that one small gesture. As you pull away slowly, the temptation of his lips being so close to your own is so hard to resist. You feel as though you may win the battle until his lips part slightly and you’re drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

You press your lips to his, a fire igniting inside you as your fantasy meets your reality. Your lips graze Colson’s for a few moments before he abruptly pulls away. You drop your hand and bite your bottom lip as he stares at you for a moment. You expect him to blast you again, yell at you for trying to take advantage of him in a vulnerable state but instead he reaches for your hand and pulls you flush against him.

“Do that again,” he begs you and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

You place your hand back on his cheek and you lean up on your tippy toes to slowly close the gap between your lips again. You brush your lips against his and he parts them slightly, allowing you deeper access to explore. You run your tongue along the seam of Colson’s lips and he moans into your mouth. You run your hand up his cheek and into his hair, locking your fingers into the locks of hair at the base of his head. He moans again as you tug slightly, taking the lead.

Colson wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. You feel his whole body, every ridge, every line pressed against you. He grabs your thigh to lift your leg so that it’s against his hip and he grinds into you. You groan against his lips and he smiles, repeating the motion which drags the same response from you.

You’re so caught in the moment that you’re not even really sure what’s happening right now. First he’s hurt by you, then he’s cruel to you and now he’s pressing his hardened cock against your core because he enjoys the animistic sounds it causes you to make.

“Wait…” you moan between kisses. “Kells…can…you…” it takes every piece of your soul to pull away but you have to. “Stop!”

Colson immediately lets you go, panting and confused. He’s watching you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen directed at you before. Need. You want to explore of depth of his need for you right now but his mood swings are giving you whiplash.

“Why are we stopping?” he pants and you can’t help but feel your heart swell at his simple question.

“Because I have no idea what that fuck that was. 2 minutes ago you were kicking me out of your life and now you’re kissing me like your life depends on it. Call me crazy but that’s a pretty quick change in direction, even for you.”

“First of all, ouch, I’m not that indecisive. Secondly, why are you complaining? Isn’t this what you wanted? And thirdly, I…well I don’t know why. When you kissed me, something inside me just flicked and I…No woman has ever turned me on with just a kiss before. Everything just made sense for a second.”

“You like when I kiss you but you don’t think we’d work?”

“Ok, I’m not saying this to be a dick but I really only ever saw you as a friend. Up until last night I didn’t even register that you were a female until I saw you dancing on my coffee table-“

“Ouch!” you place your hand on your chest in hurt.

“You know what I mean. Like I saw you as a friend not as this sexy, woman. I didn’t really notice those big seductive eyes and sultry curves until suddenly they were right in front of me and I had to hide my boner before anyone noticed. I don’t know, something click and then you told me what you told me and I freaked.”

You look at him with your ‘big seductive eyes’ and bite your bottom lip. You like this vulnerable, sexually charged Colson. It’s such a turn on to hear him talk about your body, to know you can get that kind of reaction from him with just a look and a wiggle of your hips. You can see him watching you, trying to read you, drinking you in like a man in the desert. You want so desperately to explore him, roam your tongue and your lips over his flesh but you don’t want to overwhelm either of you. That conversation was such a roller coaster of emotions and confessions that you need to let it all sink in. You’re pretty sure Colson is thinking the same as he leans back against the table.

“Spend the day with me?” he asks softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“Of course,” you smile and run your fingers across his cheek. His eyes flutter close at your touch and you can’t help the grin that takes over your face.

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beitingz · 1 year ago

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Part 2: Acquainted (Raphael x Reader)

I never learned how to create a masterlist, but I will figure it out by the end of today to make this easier to find all of the parts in order. Sorry in advance!

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Raphael’s gaze swept the area once more as April clambered inside her apartment. His attention shifted to her as she turned toward him. The red-clad turtle could sense her apprehension, and he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. This incident had genuinely rattled the usually brave woman. He crouched down to meet her distant gaze, pondering how to ease her concerns.

“Still no sign of Tiger Claw or any giant spiders…” he said to her, cringing as he realized that probably wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

She only shot him a small, sad smile.

It had been about a month since she was attacked by the strange mutant that happened to know her name. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t occasionally have nightmares about running into it again and learning what it would do to her had she not escaped its web. Her paranoia was valid, the boys agreed, and she would no longer be walking anywhere alone at night. She was somewhat relieved, although it did not stop her from worrying about it finding her.

“Listen,” he tried again, “me and my brothers… we’re gonna find ‘em. We’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to ya, alright? So just rest for tonight.”

April couldn’t help the real smile that bloomed on her face. She then quietly thanked him before they said their goodbyes and parted ways.

His brothers were several blocks away, and the absence of communication indicated that he wasn’t needed immediately. Thus, he decided to take his time with returning to their rendezvous point.

He eventually found himself kicking a can across rooftops, muttering to himself as he looked all around. He doubted there were going to be any sightings of Tiger Claw or a giant mutant spider, and the last few nights hadn’t been anything particularly interesting either. He double-checked his phone for any missed calls or texts from his brothers telling him to hurry up.

Nothing.

‘Yep. Another slow night,’ he thought, wishing that he some heads to bash. Even one would suffice. Just before he could abandon his current rooftop and leap to the next one, he paused for a moment before turning around. Did he hear something?

His hands crept towards his sais and lingered for a moment before he changed his mind. It was probably just the wind.

When he turned back around, however, he was quite surprised to see a Footbot standing on the building just below him. They were peering up at him through their mask, red bandana gently fluttering in the wind. Raphael was not quite sure what to do at first. This was new; his enemies usually charged right at him and showed no mercy.

“Cruisin’ for a bruisin’?” he called out, effectively breaking the silence.

“We need to talk,” they responded, sounding nothing like any of the Kraang robots he and his brothers had been battling for a long time. This was obviously a young woman. It was you.

Skeptical, Raphael began scanning the area for more clan members, feeling a bit confused when he found none. ‘What kind of trap is this?’ he thought, his sais at the ready.

“Talk?” he echoed. “What could we possibly have to talk about?”

“This is not a trap,” you assured him, sensing his confusion. You took a step onto the ledge in front of you. “I’m not here to fight you, either. I have some information for you.”

He remained silent, waiting for you to continue. Ready to defend himself, he knew he could take you down since there was only one of you after all.

“There is a meeting scheduled at this location tonight,” you explained, pulling a small piece of paper from the pouch strapped around your waist. “The Kraang will be delivering Stockman’s supplies for his experiments.”

He eyed you carefully as you slowly raised the piece of paper near the side of your head, indicating that he should take it. He understood this could be some sort of trick but decided to take his chances. With a swift jump, he landed beside you on the ledge, towering menacingly over your form as he snatched the paper from your fingers. You allowed him to read the information scribbled on it before letting your hand drop to your side.

“What is this? Why’re ya tellin’ me this?” he inquired, untrusting eyes piercing your soul.

You began taking slow steps back, pondering the question as well before telling him that you just figured he ought to know. He watched as you practically dived off of the roof and seemingly disappeared into thin air.

He stayed glued to that spot for a considerable amount of time until a buzz from his phone alerted him that his brothers wanted to know of his whereabouts. He ignored it for now, already beginning to make his way back to them while he thought about whether or not he should relay this information to his brothers. It could be a trap for all he knew.

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After a long night of fighting with the Kraang and even some of Stockman’s henchmen, the Turtles settled in to enjoy some celebratory pizza while discussing the recent events.

“I’ve been trying to pinpoint their shipping hub for months!” Donnie exclaimed, his hands atop his head. He couldn’t believe that after all those sleepless nights, all he had to do was ask! That was an understatement, of course, but he just couldn’t believe that the Foot would just give them that information on a whim.

Raphael finished chewing his pizza this time before speaking (which pleased his older brother), “Yeah, I’m just glad it wasn’t an ambush. Chick was real sketchy.”

“Wait a minute, it was a chick?!” Mikey exclaimed, words muffled by the food in his mouth. Raph just ignored him.

Leonardo then wondered aloud if maybe the Foot member was coming to their senses and wanting to turn a new leaf. His brothers rolled their eyes in unison. He had thought the same thing about Karai once upon a time, and she had been more trouble than anything. She would never change.

Nonetheless, Donnie had to somewhat agree. Why else would a Foot clan member help them out?

They took turns speculating what could have caused an AWOL foe, although none of their guesses came close. In the end, they all assumed this would be a one-time occurrence. It seemed very unlikely that a spy would slip through the cracks, betray Karai, and live to tell the tale.

The next time Raphael saw you, he had mistaken you for one of the bots he had encountered earlier that night. In his defense, he didn’t even know there was going to be a next time.

You made the mistake of appearing behind him in an alleyway and ended up being pinned against the wall with a sai pointed at your throat. The only reason your head wasn’t rolling on the ground right then was because he noticed the way your breath hitched. Kraang bots don’t need air.

You glared at him down your nose and hoped he could sense your frustration when your mask couldn’t convey it.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” he asked, although it wasn’t much of a question. He had already made his mind up and released you from his strong grasp. As he stepped away from you, he swept some robotic limbs to the side with his foot to make some room for you to stand properly. When he was done, he saw that you were already holding out a piece of paper to him. He snatched it from you like last time and looked it over.

You were already starting to plan your escape when he asked you what your deal was. You paused for a beat, then sighed, “I’m helping you.”

“Why?”

Your brows furrowed beneath your mask as you stared at the turtle before you. “Are you not up to the task?” you asked in return. He only gave you a flat look.

You didn’t blame him for being so on guard. Honestly, you don’t think you would be so trusting if he or his brothers suddenly began giving you sensitive information out of the blue either. You dropped your gaze to your feet and began to confess.

“I need your help. If anyone can stop Karai once and for all,” you said, earnestly, “it’s you and your brothers.”

You didn’t give him much time to question you any further as you urged him to gather his siblings and go. He hesitated, but eventually left to take care of his newly tasked objective.

You looked to the sky and sighed once more. You could only hope there was a being in the sky that would allow you to get away with this continuous treason before it was too late.

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simpleeshea · 2 years ago

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On the clock!

C! Wilbur x reader

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Chapter 3.

Hungover on a workday.

Tuesday… God it’s only Tuesday.

I tapped my finger vigorously on the counter, staring with dead and crusty eyes at the flickering light in the corner.

“Would you stop that?” Wilbur asked as he bagged our first customer’s items and handed them to the giant man.

I groaned rolling my head on the counter to look over at him. The customer gave me a dirty look before taking his bag and walking out of the store.

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed before he scrunched his nose in discomfort. “Why did I agree to get drunk with you?” he grumbled under his breath.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” I started off with mild annoyance ringing in my tone. “We had plenty of fun yesterday.”

“You mean how we traumatized that young girl?” he asked, trying to portray anger with his actions but his lip twitched as he tried not to smile.

“Look…” I pointed at him with a tired smile laying lazily on my lips, “she shouldn’t have been listening to our conversation in the first place.”

“You were yelling,” Wilbur said plainly.

“ANARCHY DESERVES TO BE YELLED!”

Wilbur made a “tsk tsk,” noise as he shook his head. “You and your anarchy…”

I quirked a brow, looking at him to question if that was a bad thing. He laughed under his breath. “You remind me too much of my brother.”

“You have a brother?” I asked confused.

“Mhmm,” he nodded, “We’ll get to that part of the story later.”

“Oh, you’re talking about your book,” I nodded once in understanding. “You want to tell me more about it?”

Wilbur looked across the store, eyeing the liquor section. How he could think about alcohol now, I had no idea.

“Yes well, he comes later in the story.” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight on his stool beside me. “I told you a bit about Quackity last time, did I not?”

“Yeah, the duck man,” I said with a dry laugh.

“Yes, the duck man,” Wilbur confirmed. “Tommy told Quackity of our plans to run for president by ourselves. Quackity, for whatever reason, didn’t like this. He decided that he would run for president despite not being a citizen of L’manberg.”

“That’s a load of shit. Shouldn’t there be rules against that?” I asked quickly, almost annoyed at this duck man.

“We told him that… but he insisted on running.” Wilbur sighed. “Anyways, long story short he ran against us.”

“So did he win?”

“Not exactly…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he seemed lost in thought. “During one of the debates we were to bring endorsements. Our endorsement… he was not the greatest.”

I cocked my head in confusion. Wilbur seemed to find my expression amusing, a small smile resting on his lips before falling once more.

“Schlatt, our endorsement, was very VERY drunk.”

I cringed at his words. “That couldn’t have gone well.”

Wilbur shook his head, a dry laugh coming from his chest. “It definitely did not.” He took a deep inhale from the sterile gas station air. “He decided that he was to run as well.”

“What!?” I shot up in surprise. “How does that even work?!” I grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him.

He laughed in an almost sad manner as he grabbed my shoulders back to stop me from shaking him anymore. His eyes peered seriously into mine as he said, “He demanded to run. This wouldn’t have been an issue originally… but he and Quackity pooled their votes together to form a coalition government.”

I frowned under his gaze. “So that’s how they won?”

Wilbur nodded. “If they hadn’t done that, then Tommy and I would have been perfectly fine.”

The store went quiet, just the light humming of the slushie machine in the back corner. “Your story…” I began, “it always leaves me wanting to hear more.”

Wilbur laughed, “Yes well, I suppose that’s a good quality for a book to have, is it not?”

I nod silently. His eyes rest on me for just a moment more before I scrunch my nose and press the heel of my palm to my forehead. “God this hangover is terrible.”

Wilbur smiled slightly as he shook his head. The front door’s bell rang even more obnoxiously than normal as a young lady walked in. Wilbur quickly took care of her smoking needs before checking her out at the register. She walked away and filled up her car with gas. As her car drove away, leaving a dust cloud of sand behind it, I realized that the work day had only just started.

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justtluffythings · 1 year ago

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HOME: Book 5 - CHAPTER ONE

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"You know, my mum would freak if she found out we were doing this."

Veronica chuckled quietly. "I know, but we aren't doing anything. We're just talking."

"At 2 in the morning... in my room... alone... and with the door closed."

Veronica felt a blush creeping up her cheeks and quickly hid her face in one of Charlie's pillows. The two were laying side by side in his bed as they talked, and these late night chats had become a nightly ritual that Veronica cherished. "It's funny. After all these years, she still thinks there's the possibility of something happening between us." Veronica paused for a moment as she inwardly cringed at her statement, but she tried not to let it show. Little did she know Charlie had done the same. They had both been momentarily distracted by their longing, but Veronica shook her head softly and continued as the silence began to overwhelm her. "Besides, Ginny was fast asleep when I left our room, so she won't be telling anyone. And obviously we won't be telling anyone. So, we're all good."

"Yeah, you're right."

Veronica smiled as she glanced around the room. "Hey, how's it been having the room to yourself? I know you and Bill have been sharing since you started at Hogwarts, so it must be odd not having him around."

"Yeah, it's definitely strange. I loved sharing a room with him, and we used to have late night talks just like this all the time, so I just... I miss him."

Veronica nodded softly. "I know. I do too." Sensing the sadness radiating off Charlie, she quickly changed the topic to something lighter, and the two laughed and talked throughout the night. After a while, Veronica felt her eyes closing involuntarily, so she decided to rest them for a moment as she listened to Charlie's voice.

"Ronnie! Ronnie, wake up!"

Veronica sprung up quickly and rubbed her eyes. "What? What is it?"

"We fell asleep last night! You're still in my room! If mum finds us, we're dead."

Veronica's face lost all color as she jumped out of bed. "Dear Merlin, what time is it?"

"It's 6, which means dad's just gone to work and mum is in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, so if we're lucky, you can sneak back over to your room without her ever knowing you were in here. Ginny should still be asleep too. But we need to be really quiet. Mum's just one floor down, so she'll come rushing up here if she hears anything odd."

Veronica nodded and stole a breath before slowly pulling open Charlie's door. Suddenly, a loud creak filled the house, and the pair cringed. Charlie's door had never done that before, and of course it had to happen when they were trying their best to be quiet. They immediately froze in place as they listened carefully for any sounds coming from downstairs, and to their horror, they heard footsteps approaching the bottom of the stairs, from where Molly would have a perfect view of Charlie's door and the two of them. Veronica knew she wouldn't have time to slip into Ginny's room without Molly catching her, so she quickly came up with a plan. Stepping out into the hallway, she stood in front of the door and placed her hand on the doorknob as if she had just shut it.

"What are you doing!?!" Charlie whispered frantically. "Go inside!"

"There's no time. Trust me, just follow my lead."

Before Charlie could argue, Molly appeared at the bottom of the stairs and peered up at them. "Veronica, Charlie, what are you two up to? It's early."

"Oh, I just woke up and needed to go to the lavatory, Molly, and by the looks of it, I believe Charlie had the same idea." Turning to her friend, she winked at him. "But tough luck, Charlie. I was first, so you'll have to wait." Darting up the stairs and out of Molly's sight, Veronica heard her chuckle before her retreating steps reached her ears. Taking a deep breath, Veronica leaned against the wall of the stairwell and glanced down at Charlie, who still had his head poking out of his door. As their eyes met, the pair giggled quietly.

"That was a close one!" Charlie whispered.

"Oh, you can say that again."

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Storytelling - Where do we get our stories from? What can we do with them?

I've always been a keen writer, since I was very young and full of incredible ideas. Some of those stuck with me, but naturally, growing up is the worst thing we can do. Children are geniuses, and I'm going to show you why.

As a group we were given some themes in which we all needed to account a story we had that could tie into these themes. To begin with, we were given the theme 'First love' instantly people cringed as they wrote, but these stories tend to be the better ones to tell. Being a natural writer myself, I was able to construct my story in a way that described every detail from my outfit to exact quotations of that night. It is important when constructing a story to consider how listeners will visualise everything that is described such as location, 5 senses, colours and time period.

My 'First Love' Story - edited

'I almost didn't go. It was a friends 18th birthday party, my hair and makeup just didn't look right and, inevitably, I had a strop. I almost didn't go. Anyway, I put on a brand new brown dress, short with straps around the neck, I immediately felt confident. So I went. I remember ordering two malibu and orange juices, doubles of course. Liquid confidence, you might say. Shortly after my eyes caught another's; tall, blonde, almost pretty, for a rugby boy. I knew I had to shoot my shot but I had nothing to talk to him about. I saw him produce a very much not subtle yawn, that was where I unfortunately came out with the almighty, holy grail of pickup lines. 'Tired, are you?' and from there the conversation lasted all night, his arm made its way around my back. So cringe when I think about it now, but I was so in love. Rugby boys are like that though, stay away if you can. I'm joking, but the months spent with him after were so exciting. It was the first time I had ever been able to say I was in love. The fact that I almost didn't go, if I didn't I wouldn't have had that chance to fall in love, but had I not gone, I would have been able to stop myself from the bittersweet concept that is love.'

My 'Before I Was Born' story - edited

'Before I was born, my dad was a copper, a fed, a PIG. Well, yes, he was a policeman. He worked Cardiff streets on Saturday nights, fights Caroline street, Queen Street, you name it, he worked it. I find it hard to believe he was ever a rozzer, I always thought he was lying, you know how parents sometimes lie to scare you or discipline you, but he wasn't. He still has that massive police torch at home, and I'm talking over 30 years ago. But now, when I'm out causing nothing but chaos on the streets of Cardiff, I thank god he's not doing it anymore. My dad being a fed on a night out? Enough to ruin anyone's fun.'

It was very intriguing to listen to the stories shared by my peers, but what I found most interesting was that the majority of people had recalled a story from their childhood, as I said before, the things we did as children seem to stay with us forever, no matter how 'cringe' they make us feel to share. This is part of the creative process, and exciting stories are all around us.

We were then given the theme 'Before I was born' which seemed almost limitless. There was no rule to say this story had to be personal, but naturally, everyone seemed to recall a family story. The most interesting thing about this was that all the stories were so very different. I was taken in by each and every sharing of the stories, each written so differently, too.

Exploring with different themes really made me think harder and delve further into my past to bring old memories back to life. I feel I naturally took on an intriguing writing style that helped me to create audience anticipation and comedic elements, too. When editing these stories, I noticed how I always took into account the descriptive elements of my stories. For example, the five senses. I described a 'brown short dress' and the 'smell of jager bombs' these small details allow the audience to engage their imagination when hearing the piece which I feel adds to the atmosphere.

Initially, the act of sharing my own stories was slightly uncomfortable given the themes we were working on, however I was able to find comfort in my own writing style that reassured me that my audience were interested. I feel this was due to the fact these were unheard stories about myself that I may have never said aloud before, but the act of sharing them created a comfortable environment within our group dynamic and presented a clear development in our skills of speaking and listening.

When hearing other stories, it was interesting to feel various emotions evoked by them. For example, there was a lot of juvenile love stories that were easy to resonate with and made this humorous to hear as a group. I also do feel that the majority of the group were able to adopt a similar style of storytelling as a lot of the stories shared had comedic elements too. I think that we were all able to access memory well and deliver stories that would be of interest to an audience and also that gave us space to edit.

During the editing process, I was able to adapt my autobiographical stories to ensure that the key information of these stories was delivered well without inclusion of any unnecessary detail. When editing these pieces, I was still able to maintain the same style of writing as this ensured that the stories remained interesting and could build both audience anticipation and allow for resonance with audiences.

As we explored with various themes during the writing process, I felt that the use of themes is a really useful element for devising work. This is because the initial themes give us, as creators, a stimulus to develop from, while also allowing us to understand who will connect and resonate with themes. I also found smaller themes within the stories we created, for example, when focusing on the theme 'Before I Was Born' each member of the group shared a family-related story, which immediately helped to create a relatable theme again. However, there were also times when the theme extended to measures we did not expect, as there were many stories that took us on unexpected journeys.

When we began to consider locations for stories, we were able to undertake a trial-and-error method in which we found various locations around the university campus to share stories. For example, the bridge in the car park, under the stairs, and near the prison walls. Each of these placed the audience in a new dynamic that impacted the way the story was told and heard. What I found most interesting about this technique was that the audience were immersed in the stories and had more of a connection to them. The idea of us telling stories in different locations worked effectively as we were able to find suitable locations for specific stories which added visual appeal as well as audible.

What I had not considered before but did find interesting was the impact of a disruption in the telling of a story. For example, when listening to a story. if somebody had to repeat themselves or stumbled over a particular sentence, this communicated performers' emotions firstly, but also made these particular words stick with us as audience members. This allowed me to reflect of the idea of impulse and pace that we previously explored with as these can be both deliberate and non-deliberate, similarly to these disruptions in the telling of a story. What I found in my own writing was the way that every story that I told included a direct quotation or dialogue, a joke or tagline, and some form of repetition. I feel these techniques are important to storytelling as these are the minor details that stick with the audience most and these are moments that make our stories memorable.

What was interesting about placing stories into a sequence to create a performance, was that there was a varied concept of 'flow'. There were certainly times where the pieces felt seamless and could feed into each other well, however there were times where I felt a lack of continuity, particularly when moving between locations. This is something that could be improved by extending our dialogue/ensemble pieces into a thematic 'filler' to avoid unintentional alienation of our audience. However, when adopting a sequence for these stories there were apparent links between some of the stories, and others that felt more isolated and more subtle. However I enjoyed the subtly of some of these stories as they presented the idea that one theme will not limit all stories to sound the same, this also allowed us to reflect personality into the piece as well.

I feel that the process of storytelling is an effective way to find common ground between a group of people, but individuals of the group may also still remain separate from this. This is what ignited my idea of 'Do we really know each other?' which we made the collective decision to include in our devised performance as a concept explaining how we could bring an audience on an emotional and physical journey using personal stories, and yet they still never really know us. I enjoy this as a concept as I feel it relates strongly to the wider world and I feel this gives a large opportunity for an audience to interpret this in whatever way they feel is right. This is what intrigues me most about theatre, we never really know a story because we all perceive it differently.

As we utilised my idea of the unknown, we were able to explore more with our ideas on impulse and pace. We know that theatre practitioners have consider both of these concepts in their work, particularly in devised theatre and there is something more impactful about group impulse. I considered Stanislavski's work on impulse and the systematic approach he took towards taking something we do everything subconsciously and exploring with the small boundary between conscious and subconscious impulse in a group environment. We considered this in both a physical sense and through dialogue too. We then stemmed more from the question 'Do you know me?' and created a number of entirely random questions to create a 'quick fire' effect around the table. This presented an impulsive atmosphere in the room as we were answering each question with 'Yes, No or Maybe' without hesitation to keep up rhythm and pace between us. I found this dynamic created an almost uncomfortable atmosphere which had a real impact on the concept of not knowing each other, this worked very well.

Essentially, us bringing an audience on a journey to various locations in which they hear many different stories, followed by this impulsive round of unexpected questions did create some form on alienation, particularly when moving between locations and there were short amounts of time in which the audience were no longer immersed in the performance. I felt that this required some more clarity as we had not intended on creating this feeling, however it happened due to lack of continuity here, I feel.

As for locations, I think that the majority of them were suitable for the story being told, however there are certainly ways we could push this further. For example, as we hear the story told by Marley with the chapel in view, I was intrigued to know what would have happened if we were to enter the chapel and have the audience act accordingly. I feel with this story in particular, there would have been more sense of shock for the audience had they been fully exposed to the expectations of a religious building. I felt that the dynamic changed with every story and really impacted the journey. The telling of Rubi's story that was told between the bookshelves was a really interesting dynamic as it felt as though we were being told a secret.

I chose to tell a story of a time I had fallen down the stairs in a nightclub. I performed this on the stairs, audience standing above me while I was laying sprawled across the stairs. I felt this worked well for the story I wanted to tell as it added something more engaging. I also used music to create some ambience here, which pulled the audience further into my world.

Sharing these stories as a community of actors based in the UK made me wonder what kinds of stories I could get from other groups. For example, I feel some of the most interesting stories could be told by a group of people who are/have been convicted of a crime/s. I was drawn to this idea as I was intrigued to explore with the extent of how much we truly know each other, which I believe is not at all. This is what I enjoyed most about this process is that I was able to delve so deeply into myself to bring out emotions that I haven't felt in a long time and allow myself to feel vulnerable, and yet still, nobody really knows me.

What I talked about before, children being geniuses, it really only came to me when working on devising theatre. As all of us had shared some form of childhood story, if not multiple, and this intrigued me as I had not realised before how many of our best stories are all around us. If I were to revisit this devised work, I would include some more clarity for the audience, but not total clarity. This is because what many people enjoy most about theatre is that it is open to interpretation, as with each of the stories we constructed.

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lost-between-letters · 2 years ago

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Acquired Taste

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @cherryyyangel

Word Count: 1,710

Summary: Jack discovers his love for music and Y/N discovers that having a cuddly crush sucks. (Or maybe that it doesn't at all)

A/N: remember how I asked for Jack prompts? Like a million years ago? Yeah, this is one of them, sorry that it took me so fucking long - but hey, I'm back! (We're ignoring that this fic is just three moments in a trenchcoat, okay?)

"What are you doing there?" Jack leaned down and peered over her shoulder in an attempt to get a better look at her phone.

Y/N looked up, startled by his voice cutting through the music blaring through her earphones. And his presence behind her. She could have sworn that she had been alone in the library a few moments ago. "Hm?"

"On your phone," he clarified and pointed at the list of songs she was contemplating, "what's that?"

"Oh that." Y/N stopped. Stared down at the device. Was he asking how Spotify worked or about the concept of music? "I'm making a playlist. For the next road trip."

"But Dean's choosing the music?"

Jack's forehead crinkled up cutely and Y/N had to physically stop herself from reaching up and smoothing it over. Instead she snorted once. "Yeah and it's always the same fucking three albums. No offence to AC/DC but there's only so much I can hear of back in black before I start to bite things."

"That's true." Jack nodded and pulled out a chair for himself.

Y/N swallowed the giddy feeling she got when their knees touched. Angels. No concept of personal space. That had to be it.

"And Dean's okay with your playing your own music in the car?" Jack's voice pulled Y/N from her daydreams. The second time today.

She snorted again.

"One, I don't particularly care if Dean is 'okay' with my choice of music," Y/N made air quotation with her fingers that made Jack laugh, "and two, I'm using earphones. Saves me quite a lot of headaches usually."

"That's very smart."

A moment of somber musing followed where Y/N alternated between watching Jack's face and pretending that she wasn't.

Then, Jack perked up again. "Can we share?"

"What?" Her weird staring obsession?

"The earbuds," he clarified, "I wanna know what kinda music you like."

Oh. Yeah, that made much more sense. Y/N scrambled for them, hoping that her cringing wasn't showing too hard on her face. "Sure, here."

"Thank you," Jack smiled politely and plucked the tiny bud from her fingers as if he was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N.

Which was mostly due to the fact that he probably was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N. Jesus Christ, she had to get a grip.

Then, Jack tapped her forearm excitedly and pointed to her phone. "I like that song!"

Oh, he was going to be the death of her. Why did he have to have good taste on top of everything else?

"Me too," Y/N smiled weakly when the familiar tunes of her favourite song filled her ear. At least Jack was too absorbed in his own mind to notice that her voice wasn't as cheerful as it should have been.

Having a crush sucked.

Twenty minutes into the drive, Y/N felt something poke her shoulder. Grudgingly, she pulled one earbud free and looked at Jack.

Who was smiling at her hopefully. "Can we share the music again?"

It took her a moment to remember what Jack was referring to - she had been halfway asleep already when they had entered the car. "Uh, sure."

Y/N handed her left earbud over and stifled a grin. It was just music. Nothing to get excited about.

She skipped through her playlist, rearranging and deleting a few songs that felt too off to listen to with Jack together. Too intimate, too much like baring her soul already. Not that she would say that out loud.

"Can we keep listening to the last one?" Jack asked softly when Y/N changed her mind just short of the chorus.

"Oh, sure." And really, she had to expand her vocabulary sooner or later.

It didn't help that Sam was watching them, an amused sparkle in his eyes at her fumbling. So Y/N glared at him through the rearview mirror to which he merely raised an eyebrow.

Jack - unaware of the silent argument - nodded once and scooted a little closer so that the chord of the earphones was hanging loosely between them. "Thank you. I really like your music taste."

"Thanks," she said softly, afraid that if she spoke any louder she might be squealing. Good job at playing it cool, Y/N.

It didn't get any better when Jack's head dropped on her shoulder another twenty minutes later or when he snuggled into her side like he belonged there.

She pointedly ignored Sam and Dean's glances while she tentatively relaxed against the boy next to her and drifted off.

Slowly, a habit formed from there on.

At first, the sharing-music-thing was strictly related to the long hours on the road when neither of them could stand Dean's tapes anymore.

But soon Jack got his own phone and set up his own Spotify account. He was almost constantly listening to music then, together with Y/N or on his own.

They had multiple shared playlists to which they listened to almost every waking hour. It drove Dean up the walls for some reason.

Not that Y/N cared particularly about what Dean thought about her music consumption or who she shared it with. She had to admit that it was pretty funny though to see him fume whenever he spotted the two of them connected by the chord of the earphones snuggled up on one of their beds. Which was all of the time.

"Hey Y/N," Jack was leaning against her doorframe - he was hovering uncharacteristically.

"Hi Jack." Y/N smiled and didn't even try to fight the warm feeling bubbling up. "Did you turn into a vampire or why are you waiting to be invited inside?"

Jack frowned at her (admittedly awkward) joke. "I never quite got that piece of lore. What sense would it make that a vampire couldn't get inside without explicit permission?"

"Dunno, makes you feel like you're somewhat in control?" She guessed half heartedly.

"I don't get it."

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah me neither. Did you want something Mr vampire?"

"Oh uh-" it actually looked like Jack was blushing, "-I uh wanted to show you a playlist I made."

Her heart was doing somersaults already. This is not a rom com Y/N scolded herself before her hopes could get the better of her. So she planted a friendly smile on her face and patted the empty spot next to her.

"C'mon then. Show me."

Jack smiled back somewhat nervously and sat down a little closer than she had anticipated. But again, no protest from Y/N. He nearly dropped his phone when he unlocked it though he managed to reduce the shaking to a minimum when he handed the earphones over.

Y/N was positively melting.

It got better though.

The first song in the playlist was a familiar tune - it was the one she had played for him when they had started this.

She was bobbing her head to the beat by the time it moved to the second song - a much slower one. More romantic, maybe a little cheesy but she liked it.

And Jack seemed to do so too. He was watching her intently so Y/N spoke up. "It's really good! I like the playlist."

"Thank you." Jack was still studying her, a glimmer in his eyes that she couldn't pin point.

A wave of sadness crashed into Y/N unexpectedly. Surely, Jack didn't know about the implications of making a playlist full of romantic songs for someone. Probably just had discovered them by accident and wanted to show her.

Deflated by her own mind, Y/N dropped back against the pillows, fighting to keep the smile on her face.

But something must have slipped.

Jack's expression fell. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Of course I do," she assured hurriedly, "I really like all those songs."

Somehow, that seemed to make it worse.

Jack pulled his legs up to his chest, eyes trained on his phone. "But that's not what I meant."

Colour her confused.

When he made no move to elaborate, Y/N reached forward and placed a tentative hand on his knee. "What did you mean then?"

"You don't like what I was saying with the playlist, right?"

And God, Y/N would give her left arm to wipe that expression off his face. But Jack wasn't making sense right now so she had to keep asking.

Surely he couldn't mean what she was hoping he did, right?

"Can you say it directly for me then? Maybe I like that better," Y/N tried again.

Jack just looked at her miserably. "I was trying to say that I really like you. But you don't like me back."

Dumbfounded, Y/N stared at him but Jack was already barreling on with a smile that looked closer to tears than anything else. "And that's okay! I just - I just need a moment."

And then he got up to leave.

He made it to the door before Y/N had processed what Jack just said.

Faster than she thought it possible, she had jumped up and blocked his way. It was definitely possible that she was feeling a little dizzy from the motion though.

"What do you mean I don't like you back?"

"You don't," He said but his voice was wavering, "or do you?"

"Wasn't that painfully obvious?" Y/N asked, a helpless laugh stuck in her throat, "Jesus, I've been pining for you since you dyed Dean's apron pink with me and you never noticed?"

"I didn't," Jack was looking down at her so earnestly, so full of painful vulnerability that Y/N just had to reach up and cup his cheek.

Briefly, time froze. Did she really do that? Jack's eyes were wide as saucers, maybe not as surprised by the touch itself but the intention behind it. Not that Y/N could blame him.

She was pretty sure that the last time she had had this kind of courage scraped together she had just killed her first monster.

"Can I kiss you now?" Y/N was whispering. It felt wrong to break the silence but she had to. Or else the tension might kill her.

Jack turned his cheek deeper into her touch. Reached around her waist gingerly. Tilted his chin just a fraction and let a radiant smile overcome his face. "Please."

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Truth or Dare- Part 5

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Maddy and Nate team up to help reader let loose at a party. What they should've realized is that Jules was also taking a sad Elliot out to party too. The same one. Violence and anger ensure. Elliot trapping the reader in the bathroom to talk becomes a thing.

Song: "Michelle" by Sir Chloe

Warnings: Swearing, violence and drugs.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Hi guys! We're half way through this series! The reader and Elliot's friendship starts to take a turn for the better with this one and no sad ending or cliffhanger is in sight! My mind is in shambles so this is truly good enough.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4*

I could understand why they thought that bringing me out to a party was a good idea. They were trying to get me out of my own head, to stop wondering and worrying about something that’s out of my control. Nate and Maddy wouldn’t let it go until Maddy was practically forcing me into a tight dress and makeup, Nate starting the car for us all.

I didn’t listen to Maddy as she went on and on about how I needed to get out there in the world, find a new distraction. Nate drove us to the party, my mind too consumed with everything that happened within the last few hours. How Elliot would choose to kiss Jules, not even giving me a second thought. You’d think when picking between someone that you’ve kissed before and someone knew, you’d pick someone you were comfortable with. Him and I had shared dozens of kisses over the years that we’ve known each other. I guess that means that he really wanted to kiss Jules, to feel her lips on his instead of mine.

I didn’t go into detail of what happened when telling Maddy and Nate why I was upset. They only knew that Elliot had done something that hurt my feelings but he wasn’t aware that it affected me the way it did. Nate was seething the whole entire way to the party, his fingers clenching around the steering wheel. Maddy and I watched him as a million thoughts ran through his mind and, I’m going to be honest, we were both a bit afraid. Afraid of what Nate would do the next time that he saw Elliot.

I don’t think any of us expected it to be at the same party.

Little did I know, Jules had a similar thought for the night, pulling Elliot out into the world, against his will. I watched as Nate peered at him from across the room, Maddy firmly tucked under his arm as he sent me a reassuring smile. He was angry and I prayed that Maddy would help keep him in line, not wanting a fist fight to go down. Not this time. I watched him too from across the room, his eyes trained on the pretty blonde in front of him as she giggles, her hand resting on his chest. My whole body swarmed with anger, not understanding why he didn’t tell me he had feelings for her. She was still in a relationship, right? Where was Rue?

Nowhere to be found, which means Jules had every right to act on any impulse she felt.

When his eyes lock on mine, my breath stops as the room seemingly does too. His eyebrows pull together in confusion, not entirely expecting to see me here. He watches me, ignoring Jules as she talks to him, her face lit up in excitement. His gaze flutters down to my lips as I frown, my eyes looking away from him to Maddy who takes my hands.

“Come on! Let’s get you a drink and force you to socialize!” She giggles, pulling me over to the bar as I send a pleading look to Nate, begging him for help. He just shrugs and nods towards his crazy girl. Maddy squeals excitedly as she pours me a drink, shoving into my hands as soon as she can. I take a sip, cringing at the violent, pungent taste, but downing the rest of it in moments. Maddy cheers as she does the same, her eyes flickering over to the floor where everyone is dancing.

Without a second thought, she’s dragging me again, my feet stumbling as she smirks. “Bitch, you’re gonna dance with me until you find a hot guy to go talk to!” She orders, a small huff leaving my lips as she dances in front of me, her hips swaying back and forth. I bop up and down next to her, the alcohol making my brain feel fuzzy and my body feel warm. “You’re not allowed to leave this spot until you find a new dick.” She shrugs, her eyes teasing as she looks up at me, my lips forming a playful smile as I do what she says.

Eyes gazing around the room, no one really seems to catch my eyes except Elliot who dances with Jules on the other side of the room. It’s like they have their own private corner, the two of them pressed up against one another as Jules throws her head back in laughter. I watch as Elliot watches her, his eyes big and bright. He looks so boyish, so soft. Jules would always be too much for him to handle. Huffing, Maddy senses my annoyance as she gazes over at the two.

“Want me to go yank the hair out of her head?” Maddy asks with a polite smile, the words making me break from my angry state, a small laugh leaving my lips. “Cuz, she's being real bitchy right now to my best friend. And she’s getting in the middle of your love life.” Maddy purses her lips, her eyes rolling as she glances around the room. She stops me after a few moments of looking, a huge smirk spreading across her lips. “I know just who you can fuck with to get in Elliot’s head and he won’t get the wrong idea. He probably wouldn’t even remember it past tonight.” She snorts, her manicured finger pointing past me and to a familiar drug dealer who sits handsomely on the couch across the room. Given the history with my brother and him, it might be a bit tone deaf of Maddy to choose Fezco for me. But I can’t find a care in my head as I watch Elliot flirt with Jules.

Winking at Maddy, I give her hand one last squeeze before leaving the dance floor. My heels click against the floor as I make my way over to the ginger, his eyes catching mine as I approach him.

“Y/n, hey.” He grins, patting the seat next to him as I flop down. I cross my legs, turning my body towards him with a smile. “How’s it going?” He asks politely, his hands folded in his lap, a blunt between two of his fingers. My cheeks heat up at his words, a small scoff leaving my lips.

“Honestly, not too good. But then I figured why not let you cheer me up.” I flirt, his eyes widening briefly with a smug smile. His long eyelashes bat against his soft cheeks as he blushes, his gaze fluttering away quickly.

“Yeah? How you think I’m gonna do that?” He teases in return, my smiling growing at his kind and innocent demeanor. You’d think, given his job, that he would be this rough and rough guy but just based off of his responses I could tell that he was nothing but a respectable gentleman.

“Maddy suggested that I come talk to you for a while since I’ve been having trouble with the men in my life.” I explain, his eyes rolling playfully as our gazes both shift to the, now wasted, girl. He chuckles lowly, his chest rumbling as he turns back to me.

“Cuz they’re all boys.” He cringes, motioning to the room around us with a sigh. “Half the guys your age don’t know shit about women.” He adds, my eyebrows ticking up as I rest my head on the cushion behind me. I gaze up at him as he shrugs teasingly but I know every word he’s saying is true.

“Oh, and you think you do?” I ask, winking at him as he blushes, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Well,” he pauses, a small laugh leaving his lips, “my gram used to tell me that I was the most handsome guy she’d ever met which is sayin’ a lot cuz she was kind of a whore.” I giggle wildly, my hand reaching out to thwack his arm. My giggles die down as I look back out to the crowd, the sight of Nate quite literally in Elliot’s face flooring me. I leave for five seconds and this is what happens. Fez must’ve picked up on my nervous glances, his hand reaching over to rest on my shoulder. “Go handle it.” He sighs with a comforting smile, my body raising to stand as my cheeks heat up. I send him a nervous smile as he grins, his fingers raising the joint to rest between his lips. “Have a nice night, Y/n.” I send him a quick 'bye' in reply, my feet carrying me over to the two men in my life that can’t seem to keep it lowkey. Elliot is angry, his face twisted up in confusion and frustration but Nate looks even more angry. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his side as he huffs.

“The fuck is going on?!” I yell, stepping in between the two of them as Jules grips onto Elliot’s arm. I roll my eyes at the sight, turning to look up at Nate who just scoffs, his eyes rolling with a bitter smile. He just lets his head hang, his head shaking as I look at Elliot who almost looks embarrassed now. I watch as he shrugs off Jules’ touch, my eyes fluttering over to the girl who pouts.

“You know Nate, always starting shit.” Elliot huffs, his arms resting over his chest as he stands up straighter, his eyes flickering down to mine. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming tonight?” He asks quietly, it now being my turn to scoff at the ridiculousness of his question.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were my keeper, Elly.” I snap, his eyes widening at my aggressive response. “Plus, you were a bit busy anyways. Didn’t think you’d even notice that I was here considering you had your head shoved so far up Jules’ ass.” Nate chuckles behind me at my choice of words, his hand gently patting my back as Elliot’s face falls.

“Okay, why am I suddenly involved in this?” Jules asks, her face twisted up in confusion as she pouts. I want to slap her across her stupid face. “Like, I’m just here dancing and having fun and you come over here acting like a complete cunt-” My hand quickly rises, my palm smacking across her face with a loud thwack. She winces as she holds her cheeks, the anger in my chest not fading as Elliot gasps, looking between us, obviously very confused.

“I don’t know Jules. Why are you involved in this in the first place? Don't you have a fucking girlfriend? Are you that fucking stupid? Did all the hair dye that you’ve used over the years finally seep through to your thick skull and into your brain?” I ask, taking a dangerous step towards her as Elliot wraps his arm around my waist, rolling his eyes with a huff. He steps in front of my angry gaze, Jules now being blocked as I scoff, finally looking up at the boy.

“If you don’t shut up and behave, you’re not gonna like what happens. You drank tonight, you’re obviously upset about something. Take a step back.” He whispers, his fingers gripping my waist tightly as I smile bitterly, shaking my head.

“You know how to pick them, sis.” Nate mutters behind me, my head craning to look up at him as he turns on his heels. He grabs Maddy’s hand as he passes her, Maddy’s jaw dropped and her eyes wide as she gawks at me. She looks proud.

“You know what, Elliot. I don’t really care what you do,” lie, “cuz this is the first time that- what the fuck!?” I squeal as he lifts me up, throwing me over the shoulder as he immediately walks towards the hallway. Laughter erupts around us, Jules taking a surprised step back from us. “Elliot if you don’t put me the fuck down, right fucking now, I will hate you forever!” I scream, my fists pounding against his back as he just sends me a soft chuckle. He opens the door, peeking inside before placing me down on my feet, shoving me into the room. He shuts the door with a forced breath, the lock clicking as I stare at him.

“Is me trapping you in bathrooms to get you to talk about your feelings gonna be a thing now? Is this our thing?” He laughs sheepishly, but my eyebrows are still pulled together, his shoulders shrugging shortly at me. “What the fuck is up with you? First of all, Maddy gave you whiskey and you downed it, second of all, you sat with Fezco for twenty fucking minutes, flirting up a storm, and third, you slapped Jules. What the hell is going on with you?” He asks, my belly swimming with angry butterflies as I rest my back against the sink. “Hey, talk to me.” Elliot steps forward to take my hands in his but I shake him off, rolling my eyes. “Just when I thought we were finally okay, you go and pull away from me again.” He huffs, his shoulders falling in defeat as tears rise to my eyes. “Y/n come on- hey.” He whispers, gently tilting my chin up as I quietly cry. “Why does everything I do make you cry lately.” He whispers, reaching up to cup my cheek softly. I melt into his touch, my head tilting to rest my head in the palm of his hands.

“Do you have feelings for Jules?” I ask timidly, the alcohol making my mind spin every time my eyes close. He lets out a soft laugh at my words, his lips pressing against my forehead as he lingers.

“Do you not want me to have feelings for Jules?” He asks quietly, my eyes fluttering open to look at him through teary lenses. I nod, letting him know that’s exactly what I want. I wish he was repulsed by her very presence. “Then I don’t have feelings for Jules.” He whispers with a soft smile, his thumbs rubbing up and down my cheekbones as I sniffle. “She did kiss me, though, earlier. Before you showed up. She’s really drunk and I don’t think she would’ve done that sober-” I cut him off with a wave of my hand, not wanting to hear anything about her right now with the concern that I might vomit. “It looks like I kind of unintentionally fit myself into their relationship and now I think it’s a bit messy.” He whispers, explaining it to me like I wasn’t already aware of that.

“You could’ve kissed me and stayed out of their relationship, but instead you kissed Jules.” I pout, my hands fisting his shirt in my hands as I huff like a three year old that didn’t get what she wanted. His eyes flicker between mine with a soft, teasing smile.

“Should I have kissed you?” He asks, my eyes dipping away from his as I shrug bashfully. “Well, I’ve kissed you plenty of times.” He whispers, his body stepping closer to mine as he tilts my head up, finding my gaze. “Is that what this is about, hmm?” He hums, his head tilting at me as I bob my head in a nod. “You crying earlier, you crying now, flirting with Fez? You’re jealous?” He asks with a soft smile but there’s no taunting to be had. Every word that he uttered was completely true.

“You were jealous too, obviously. You wouldn’t keep bringing up Fez if you weren't.” He shrugs sheepishly, his head nodding as he presses me firmly against the counter. “I missed you Elliot. All those years. In more ways than one even though I’ll never specify how.” I whisper, his lips parting briefly as a look of shock passes over his face.

“I always thought you’d be too proud to admit that your feelings went a bit further than friendship.” He whispers with a laugh, his chin tilting back as he gazes at the ceiling.

“Coming from the guy who used to dare me to kiss him.” I shove him playfully as he nods knowingly with an embarrassed grin. “So why are you dancing and kissing Jules when…” I cut myself off, my words trailing off as he hangs onto every one of them.

“When I could, what?” He asks but I can tell by the smug smile on his lips that he already knows the answer. “Why would I dance with her when I could dance with you? Why kiss her when I could be kissing you?” He teases, his nose brushing against mine as I suck in a breath, my head spinning at the proximity. “Last time I kissed you, we were like thirteen.” He whispers, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as my eyes close anxiously. “You think we’ve gotten better?” Feeling him vanish from in front of me, his hands leave my cheeks to trail down my arms, his fingers linking with mine. I pout up at him, wondering why he didn’t kiss me. “I’m not going to have our first real kiss in years be when you’re hammered.” He whispers, my lip jutting out as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek with a hum. “You'll just have to behave yourself and be patient till then.”

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nextdoor-neighbors · 4 years ago

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Frustrations

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: When making Amorentia in Potions, you and Fred Weasley - who you can’t stand - come to a horrifying realization of who your potions smell like.

A/N: I know this isn’t really how Amortenia works but just bare with me, I liked the idea.

Link to Part 2!

“Today, we’ll be making Amortentia.”

“Ooh,” you say, under your breath, shifting in your chair. You’d heard of Amortenia, so you are excited to see what yours will smell like.

“I swear, you’re the only person in this world to get excited over Potions,” your best friend, Cedric, whispers in return, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m not the only one,” you retort, “don’t forget about Snape.”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Diggory.”

You look up at the sound of your name, cringing inwardly at Snape’s harsh gaze on you. Normally, your professor didn’t have a problem with you. You could say he liked you, even, considering you were normally the only one in the class to answer his questions.

“Miss Y/L/N. What is Amortentia?”

After rattling off a perfect definition, you hear snickers behind you, which without a doubt in your mind, comes from the Weasley twins. The two boys had always infuriated you with their pranks and their never taking anything seriously. Plus, they always went after you with Bludgers whenever your house played them in Quidditch. You knew they only did things to annoy you because they got a kick out of seeing you get so riled up, but you still fell for it every time.

Snape looks at you once last time before turning away. “Good. But enough with the chitchat in my classroom.”

“Yessir,” you respond, quietly.

Finally, Snape lets you begin. You carefully read through the steps, making sure you measure everything perfectly. Cedric watches you, grinning and shaking his head.

“You really are set on making everything perfectly, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Cedric,” you reply, not taking your eyes off of the substance in the cauldron in front of you, “I really am.”

“Oi, Y/L/N,” one of the Weasleys calls from behind you.

You sigh and turn around, raising an eyebrow as you meet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred was most certainly the more annoying of the two, in your opinion.

“What do you want, Weasley?”

“No need to be so harsh. I’m just asking what you think yours will smell like, that’s all.” You can’t help but notice the smirk that plays on Fred’s lips.

You narrow your eyes at him before turning back around. “I hate to break your heart, Weasley, but not you. Not in a million years.”

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just to receive a wink from Fred. “We’ll see about that, darling.”

You turn back around, huffing as you do so, before either of the Weasleys can see the blush spreading on your cheeks. You will it to go away before someone else sees either and gets the wrong idea.

Snape comes over to your table, peering into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you tell the class what yours smells like, Miss Y/L/N, since you’ve finished already?” he drawls, looking at you expectantly.

You lean over your cauldron, inhaling deeply as you try to place the scents that are wafting towards you.

“Mm,” you hum, naming the scents you recognize: “Smoke, like from a firework. And... sweets?” You sit back in your seat, now flushing deeply at the fact that your entire class now knows what you’re attracted to. “I-I think,” you add.

You hear the familiar chuckle behind you, and Snape’s head snaps towards the sound.

“Mr. Weasley,” Snape says sternly, “if you think it’s so funny, and considering yours looks like a disaster, why don’t you come smell Miss Y/L/N’s and tell the class what it smells like to you?”

Fred comes up behind you, so you scoot your chair over slightly so he can smell your Amortentia. You watch as he leans over, his hair falling over his face, and you get a whiff of the smokey scent again. You must be sitting too close to the potion still.

He inhales deeply, a confused look twisting his expression, and sniffs it again.

“Well?” Snape asks, impatiently.

Fred straightens up and shrugs. “Y/L/N is sitting too close to me. All I could smell is her perfume.”

The corner of Snape’s mouth quirks up in amusement as he looks between the two of you.

“That’s all I needed to know. Take a seat, Mr. Weasley,” he says, before turning away and walking to the other side of the room.

You look up at Fred, horror sinking in as you realize what Snape meant. You watch your feelings reflected on Fred’s face and the realization sets in for him, too, and he quickly turns away to head back to his seat.

You risk a look over at Cedric, who’s stifling a laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” you hiss at him, blushing again. Fred Weasley, attracted to you? He couldn’t be. All he did was tease you. And plus, there was no way you were attracted to him in return. I mean, what you smelled...

You start thinking about it, and it all makes sense, but in a terrible way. No, no, there had to be someone else who could be associated with those smells. Right?

Class ends, and you’re still deep in your thoughts as you gather your books. You have a free period next, so you’re probably just going to go hang out with Cedric at the library, like the two of you normally do. But as you’re leaving the classroom, your head lowered, you feel a hand on your back.

You look up in surprise, only to be face to face with Fred Weasley himself.

“What?”

He sighs at you. “Can I just talk to you? Without you hating my guts for five minutes?”

You blanch, guilt settling in at your harsh reaction, so you merely nod and let Fred lead the way down the halls, until you finally find an empty corridor. You both stop, standing somewhat defensively, in the middle of the hallway.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Fred begins, “or, actually, ever find out, but here we are.”

The boy standing in front of you isn’t the annoying, constantly teasing and joking boy you’ve known for years, and it shocks you. He looks at you sheepishly, waiting for your response. But, honestly, you’re speechless. You’d spent so much time over the years simply looking at the things that irritated you about Fred that you never looked at the good things. For example, you had to admit that he was very good at Quidditch, despite the many times he nearly sent you to the Hospital Wing. And looking up at him now, you can't help notice that he is quite good looking. You’ve never been into gingers, but...

“Find out that you fancy me, you mean?” you ask, cocking your head.

When Fred doesn’t answer right away, you continue: “Why?”

He shrugs, his gaze locked on you, and you see the corner of his mouth beginning to twitch. You knew he couldn’t be serious for long. Oh, no, maybe this is all a joke. Maybe he didn’t actually smell your perfume, and maybe he just said that to mess with you, and-

“Oh, Merlin,” you say, breathily, cutting Fred off before he can even begin to answer your question. You’re so stupid, of course it was a joke. After all, it’s Fred Weasley you’re talking about. And to think, you were actually considering your feelings for him.

“This is all a joke, isn’t it?” you scoff, backing up. You watch as Fred’s face contorts, several different expressions passing over it in a matter of seconds. He steps towards you.

“No, Y/N-“ You can’t help but notice, through your embarrassment and anger, that this is the first time he’s called you by your first name.

“Y/N,” he continues, “it’s not, I-“

You step back once more, fuming, your back hitting the wall of the corridor.

“And how am I supposed to believe that, Fred, when that’s all everything is to you? Right? Oh, except for Quidditch, when you’re trying to kill me!”

Fred’s hand, palm splayed, lands on the brick wall next to your head, making you flinch. He leans close, frustration, heat, and that smokey smell radiating off of him. You look up at him, your heart pounding out of your chest and your breath catching in your throat.

“Y/N,” he repeats, his voice low and husky.

“What, Fred?” you respond when he doesn’t continue, your voice sounding shaky and far-away.

“If you’d just let me talk,” he says, slowly and quietly, making your stomach flip, “instead of being the know-it-all that you are all the bloody time-”

“Then what?” you cut him off, but you just can’t help it, not with all the feelings boiling inside of you. You’re angry and hurt and irritated and just a little turned on and- “Then you could laugh at me and tell me you lied about the Amorentia just to see how I’d react because mine smelled like you and you wanted to humiliate me?”

“Do you ever just stop talking?”

“Listen, you git-”

You’re cut off by Fred’s lips on yours. You fall into the kiss for just a second, taking in the softness of his lips, his smell, his body closing in on yours, and oh, Merlin, the passion and anger behind it, but once you process what’s going on, you put your hands on his chest and push him back, but not too far.

“Fred,” you say, at a loss for words between heavy breaths, because bloody hell, he’s a good kisser.

“Are you going to let me talk now?” he says, stepping back from you, much to your dismay. His eyes are dark, and as you watch him look you up and down briefly, you know it’s over for you. You have to give in. He’s just too damn addicting.

“No, I’m not.” you say, “Kiss me.”

That dastardly smirk appears on his lips as he steps back towards you, closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours again. Next thing you know, his hands are gripping behind your thighs and he’s lifting you, pressing your back against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist and grab two fistfuls of his hair. The two of you meet each other’s hungry and ferocity, but it’s constantly increasing, as if you just want to one-up each other about who wants the other more. He bites your lip, hard, and you gasp, both from the pain and the pleasure.

“I knew it!”

Fred practically drops you as you both process the voice coming from down the corridor. You scramble to your feet, adjusting your skirt and hair as nonchalantly as possible, turning towards the source.

George Weasley and Cedric stand, staring at you and Fred with amusement. Well, George looks amused, while Cedric looks mostly concerned. You know you’ll have a lot of explaining to do later.

“I- we- it wasn’t-”

Fred picks up his books and begins walking down the hall towards his twin. But not before he turns around and gives you yet another once-over, winking at you with that smirk.

“See you next period, Y/L/N.”

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teyvatdreams · 3 years ago

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Square brain anon is back for round two! How do you feel about Albedo, Childe, Diluc, and one character of your choice (separately) with an s/o who is always fidgeting with things and has a tendency to take things apart without really thinking? Like they’re clicking a pen and then suddenly, the pen is completely disassembled. How did this happen? Who knows? What a mystery this is. But don’t worry, they can put it back together. Usually...

them with an s/o who’s always fidgeting / taking things apart

includes: albedo, childe, diluc, and kaeya

albedo

whenever you’re with albedo in his lab, you usually just take notes for him

alchemy isn’t exactly your thing

when he has to make a trip to mondstadt, you tell him you’ll look after the lab

you just didn’t expect it to be so… boring

“i’m back,” albedo says, stepping into the lab. “sorry it took a bit longer than expected, all the adventurers wanted to… talk to me…” he stops his words when he realizes you aren’t listening — you’re too focused on the pen in your hands, almost masterfully repairing it after taking it apart.

as you snap the last piece back in place, you turn to look at him. “oh, hi. welcome back,” you say, giving him a smile. you pick up your clipboard and attempt to click your pen. however, it takes a few firm clicks to actually get the tip of the pen to appear. “shall we continue our research?”

“did you take apart your pen again?” he asks.

you nod. “yeah… got bored.” you say, shrugging. you try clicking the pen again, and it loudly squeaks from the side effects of being taken apart and put back together again multiple times.

albedo sighs, but then chuckles. “guess i’ll have to start investing in new pens.”

childe

upon arriving in liyue, both you and childe purchased a kamera from the man who practically yelled at you to

you ended up not minding though

it was fun to take pictures of childe

but it was even more fun to take yours apart and put it back together

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel proud every time you managed to put it back together perfectly

so why wasn’t childe’s kamera doing the same?

you weren’t exactly sure why you wanted to take childe’s kamera apart. it was different from yours, and it was calling your name. you had gotten so used to taking yours apart that you could probably do it with your eyes closed. (childe had to stop you from taking it apart in public once.)

you scratch your head, trying to figure out where the last few pieces of the kamera were supposed to go. you furrow your brows. where did all of these extra pieces come from?

your heart sinks when you hear childe enter through the front door. panicked, you shove the final pieces into the kamera, cringing at the horrible sound it made. you quickly set it down from where you had picked it up just in time, as childe enters the room a few moments later.

it’s as if he can tell you were up to something. he squints. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” you reply quickly, smiling. “just fine.”

“…alright… uh, do you want to go out? we can get dinner. the sunset looks really beautiful tonight.” he suggests.

you nod. “yes! yes, that’s a great idea. we should definitely leave!”

“okay, perfect. let me just grab my kamera. i want to take a picture of you with the sunset.” he walks to where you’re standing, reaching behind you to grab the broken gadget. you don’t even have time to stop him.

when he picks it up, it just falls apart. the pieces of the kamera fall to the floor and childe holds the top part that managed to stay intact in his hand.

you give him a sheepish smile. “so… do you still wanna go out? maybe to buy a new kamera?”

diluc

your fidgeting kinda makes diluc nervous

like, why are you throwing glass bottles around?

why do you take everything apart? and why are you so good at it?

you’ve proven to him multiple times that you usually don’t break things and accidentally cause chaos

he really just doesn’t understand how you do what you do

“please, can i have it back diluc?” you ask, trudging behind him. “i’m not a child!”

“i’m sorry, but no. the glass to these things are very fragile. even dropping it in the grass would break it.” he replies. “i can’t risk you breaking it.”

he had taken your wind catcher, apparently nervous that you’d drop it while fidgeting as always. it was pretty important to have it for this mission.

you groan. “why do you think i’m gonna break it? i’ve never broken one before.” you point out.

diluc finally stops in his tracks, giving you a chance to catch up to him. the bottle was firmly grasped in his hand. he sighs and loosens it, holding it towards you. “fine. you’re right, and i trust you.”

“haha! thank you, i promise i won’t—“

time almost seems to slow down as you watch the bottle fall to the ground. it shatters as soon as it hits the grown, a strong gust of wind nearly blowing you off your feet. you look back at diluc, whose hair has been completely messed up from the wind.

“um… let the wind lead?” you say softly, chuckling.

kaeya

kaeya was surprised to say the least when he realized how much time you spent with klee

maybe it was because you felt bad that the young girl got often reprimanded by him and jean

he was just trying to keep everyone safe

bombs are no joke

bombs. are. no. joke. right?

“what is that?”

you nearly jump out of your skin at kaeya’s voice behind you, and you try to hide the bomb-making materials behind you. “ah, nothing…” you say.

“is that…” kaeya peers behind you. “one of klee’s bombs?”

“i mean…” you turn to look behind you. “it’s a jumpy dumpty. please respect his name.”

“you’re helping klee make bombs?” he asks. “we’re trying to stop her, and you’re helping her?”

“no, i just… well… okay… yes, i’m helping her but it’s only because i like building them! i just take them apart and put them back together again, add a different face to it and give it back to klee.” you admit.

kaeya sighs, rubbing his temple. “you’ve been building bombs for klee behind my back… do you need to go into solitary confinement too?” he asks, holding back a smile.

“no, no! i promise i make sure she only uses the jumpy dumpty in an empty, open area! no one has ever gotten hurt! kaeya, please don’t tell jean about-“

“alright,” kaeya cuts you off. “fine. i’ll let you keep being klee’s enabler. but only if you add an eyepatch to the one you’re making right bow.”

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Where Loyalties Lie

(Technoblade X reader)

Request 3: Can we get a little angsty fic or headcanon of Techno trying to get the reader to leave L’manberg?

Requested By: Anonymous

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“Tubbo please take a deep breath,” You followed him around the rubble as he paced restlessly.

“I’m president of a crater (Y/n)!” The boy pulled on his ears with a loud whine, “What am I gonna do. I can’t believe Wilbur blew it up-” He felt your hands touch his own and gently pull them away from his oversensitive goat ears. “What am I gonna do? I-I’m a kid…” You frowned, moving to cup his cheek with your hand. He nuzzled into it desperately, welcoming the comforting touch of someone who he considered family.

“You’re going to get through it because you’re strong.” You told him, “and so brave little ram.” He flushed pink letting out a whine of protest especially because he was still surrounded by most of his friends.

You watch as Quackity walked over to the both of you and placed his hand on Tubbo’s shoulder squeezing it, “We’ll rebuild. We’ll be right behind you Tubbo.” He smiled at the kid and you couldn’t help but smile over at him.

“Thank you both. Truly.”

There was one thing that had you were worried you may come to regret, and that was not taking Technoblade’s hand as he fled from the country. You were close almost touching it, he looked like he wanted to beg for you too but one desperate cry from Tubbo had you pulling away. He looked heartbroken but at the same time, you saw understanding in his deep red eyes.

Family came first.

That day he pulled you close pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be back for you.”

You murmured a soft I’m sorry, turning to find Tubbo to make sure he wasn’t injured or dying. The thoughts of the festival replaying in your head, you couldn’t go through that...not again especially because now Tubbo was officially on his last life. Tommy couldn’t fathom how you didn’t blame Technoblade for what happened that day, but to you, two things were clear: one was that Tubbo didn’t blame him which made it easier on your end to forgive him; two Schlatt was manipulative and overwhelming as fuck you can’t blame someone for something they were peer pressured into doing. Speaking of Tommy you ended up finding Tubbo and him in the rubble that day, the taller male was pressing cloth to Tubbo’s bleeding arm desperately, when you took over and Tommy seemed grateful.

However, you had to push your possible regrets aside and focus on the new nation you’d help build, and build it you did. You worked endlessly for months on end creating a lovely new nation for people to live in, Tubbo had dubbed it New L’manburg. You felt his pride and happiness, he just loved seeing everyone together again and happy once again. Finally, the server felt somewhat normal after all that destruction, even if there was a Techno-shaped hole in your heart. Things changed rather quickly when Tubbo was, in your eyes, manipulated to exile Tommy by Dream. You had tried to argue for the boy saying that not only was he Tubbo’s friend but just a kid. You were shut down harshly by not only Dream but Tubbo as well, the look in his eyes was filled with so much loathing and frustration. It’s the first time he ever snapped and was harsh to you, you felt your own frustration bubble up in your chest. You turned on your heel and marched back up into your house, you were not going to put up with this behavior. When you slammed the door shut, and turned around to find Technoblade standing in your living room, with your cat purring fondly on his shoulders; you almost screamed.

“Heh- why are you scared it’s just me?” The hybrid complained his nose scrunching up, “Don’t be cringe- oof-” Techno grunted as you threw your arms around his waist, the man flushed to the tips of his ears and looked away from you, Taffy hopped off his shoulders disgruntledly, “Yeah, yeah, I missed you too.” He pet the top of your head tenderly and you looked up at him with a smile.

“What’re you doing here Tech? If Tubbo finds out he’ll have your head.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t find me then huh?” He mused lips, quirking into a smile, and you nodded in agreement. “Other than that just running some errands. I’m in retirement now you know. I have to say that ‘New L’Manburg’ is certainly a name.” He did air quotes around the name and you nudged him,

“Be nice.”

“Boo Cringe. I’m a Blood God starlight. I don’t do nice.”

“Bullshit,” You punched him in the arm, “Tea?”

“Please.” He cracked a smile as you walked over to your tea kettle heating the water and grabbing some tea bags.

“So, you came here to run some errands huh? I almost thought you missed me?” Technoblade shuffled a little behind you, how could you read him so perfectly? It was complete and utter bullshit. You heard him click his tongue distastefully behind you and you couldn’t help but smirk cheekily,

“Get off my back woman.” He stated gruffly as you laughed, “but I guess I do miss you a little bit.” You smiled fondly and softly cooed at him and he let out another scoff,

“A little bit?”

“What is this interrogation? You a cop now?” You placed his tea in front of him and he took a sip,

“Yeah, we’re gonna need to do a strip search. Drop your pants.” Technoblade choked on his drink, face turning the darkest shade of red you’ve ever seen from him. You howled with laughter sliding down in your seat beside the man.

“I changed my mind. I didn’t miss you at all, you’re a terror.”

“You love me, admit it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He murmured looking at you with a sudden softness that was out of character for him. You didn’t notice the change but it was there, oh if only you knew how much of what you said was true. He did love you. He ran his tongue across his teeth and reached out to interlock your hands within his own.

“Come live with me.”

“Tech…”

“I’m in retirement now. I’m going to get some turtles hopefully, maybe some other pets while I’m at it. There’s a lot of room...It gets lonely all alone you know. It’d be nice to have you there with me.” He watched hesitance flicker across your face again just like the day Wilbur blew up L’Manburg. Your thoughts went to Tubbo and how much he needed you, especially now that Tommy was exiled. However, you were also brought back to a few moments ago where Tubbo snapped at you for trying to help. You took a ragged breath and pushed his hand away, he frowned sadly bringing his hand back down to his lap.

“I need to be here for Tubbo. He’s a kid Tech...way over his head. Dreams sniffing around him like a dog looking for his next victim to manipulate. I can’t let that happen, not to him. I know he’s President of this nation and you hate him for that, but he’s my brother and I love him. He’s a tough kid with a lot of fire, but I can’t just leave him in the dust. I love you,” You reached up and cupped his cheek and Technoblade felt his cheeks burn at the implication, “but I can’t leave until Tubbo is safe.”

“I’ll convince you one day.” Technoblade shot back even though his heart ached, that you wouldn’t be coming home with him. But Technoblade wasn’t known for giving up. He was stubborn as hell, he’d win you over yet. You’d come home with him, he’d confess to you and he’d make you the happiest person in the world. You just...didn’t know it yet.

“I’m excited for the day you do Tech.” You snickered softly, you both were startled by harsh knocking on the door.

“That’s my cue. See you soon Starlight,” Technoblade hummed slipping right out the window, you watched him go longingly. You shuffled towards the door and opened it slowly, on the front steps stood Tubbo who was rocking nervously on his feet.

“Hi…”

“Hey LR...you okay?” Tilting your head to the side,

“Is LR supposed to stand for little ram?”

“Problem?”

“No…I suppose not.” He murmured before clearing his throat and straightening his back, “I wanted to talk with you.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow watching him nod his head sternly, you walked outside and closed the door behind you so you could lean on it. “Shoot,”

You watched as Tubbo swallowed thickly, “First off I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. It wasn’t fair of me to snap.” He watched you nod a little urging him to continue, “however, I am the President now and you have to respect my authority.” Eyebrows furrowing together in frustration you opened your mouth to counter him but he held up his hand, “Dream has an idea of how to rule. He can steer me in a better direction-”

“Pardon me?” You let out a disbelieving laugh, “A better direction? Tubbo, are you forgetting everything we all fought for, we fought him for independence. He killed us!”

“He might’ve changed!”

“He exiled Tommy!”

“He deserved it!” Tubbo shouted back as your nose scrunched up, “He’ll steer me in a direction that you never could!” He snapped before realizing what he said, he slapped his hands over his mouth eyes widening to the size of saucers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-”

“Go home Tubbo.”

“(Y/n) please,” He reached out towards you and you held up your hand,

“Go reset the day. You need rest,” You frowned, turning back into the house “see you tomorrow.” Inside the house you shut the door on him and slid down onto the floor, you brought your hands to your mouth and swallowed thickly. A part of you wished Technoblade was still here just so he could tell you to get over yourself, he wasn’t skilled in the art of comforting others, but he could make you laugh. To keep yourself sane you reminded yourself that Tubbo was a child and needed you now more than ever, especially if he thought Dream was dishing out good advice. But you were hurt and a selfish part of you wished you could just go live in retirement with Technoblade and not worry about the new country forming, but you couldn’t ditch Tubbo.

Running a hand through your hair you sighed loudly, one might wonder what exactly could Tubbo do to make you listen to Technoblade’s offer. Honestly, you had no idea if anything would make you do that unless of course they just started executing people or something ridiculous like that.

Restless was how you’d describe the rest of your night, you tried to sleep but after a few hours of tossing and turning you gave up. You decided to make yourself a ‘healthy’ midnight snack, a small bowl of mac & cheese, you didn’t care, you were sad. You sighed softly scratching behind your cat’s ears, “It’s just you and me against the world Taffy isn’t it?” Her purrs rang in the air as she snuggled against your hand, distracting you just enough to swipe a noddle from your bowl. “You fat bitch!” You hissed as she ran off back up the stairs, you leaned back in your chair and sighed, literally nothing was going your way today. Just as you finished up your snack you heard a soft ping upon your window, turning to the sound you noticed your neighbor Phil awake in his house. He held up a hand and waved at you through it, and with a small smile, you waved back. He shuffled back into his home, I guess you both were insomniacs together, Techno knew how to pick a certain type of friend it seemed.

You walked back up to your bedroom and slid under the covers once more, maybe you were wrong and things were going to get better.

Months went by and nothing seemed to change much to your disappointment. Tubbo and you were still a little rocky, you had forgiven him for his harsh words but he always put Dream’s and even Quackity’s opinion before your own. When you came back from visiting Niki one day and saw wanted posters of Technoblade all around the country you almost had a stroke. You confronted Tubbo about it and only half answered you before running off when Quackity called him. That worried you, he normally didn’t like lying, especially not to you.

The same day you were walking into the market to get some fresh fruit when a hand shot out from the wanted poster and pulled you behind it. You were held flush against someone’s chest who chuckled gruffly, you recognized that chuckle anywhere. “Techno! What’re you doing here?” You asked looking up at him with eyes filled with concern, “don’t you know you’re a wanted man?”

“I think that just makes this all the more exciting.” Techno mused running his fingers through your hair, “Plus it’s not like anyone here can catch me.”

“Wrong I could catch you.” He dared to laugh in your face,

“Sure you could, and I’m half sheep.” Technoblade mused and he watched you huff cutely, “Don’t get all huffy at me you know I’m right.” You only waved him off, “seriously though I’m here to do some trading with Phil.”

“Oh…” You gave a nod, “Will I see you more frequently then?”

“You could see me all the time if you moved in with me.” Techno joked again and was surprised to see your face fall a little. Are you serious? Was he getting you to crack? “Starlight?”

“Ask me again in a few months and I might say yes,” You teased brushing the question off swiftly, Technoblade didn’t pry but he could tell you were almost convinced. Just what was going on in this country to make you want to leave your little brother? “Now shoo, go see Phil before he gives up on you.” You gave him a little shove and he stumbled off with a huff sticking his tongue out at you in the process.

After that encounter, you didn’t run into Technoblade for another very long stretch of time. About a month or so after that encounter, Tubbo had shown up at your doorstep a complete nervous wreck. He begged you to help him, claiming he needed diamonds for an upcoming project and wanted you to acquire them for him. “Tubbo I don’t understand why I need to go on this trip? I have diamonds I can just give you. You know I don’t care.”

“But I feel bad about it,” Tubbo argued with you “please just do this for me.”

“You know I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to get them this way I’ll do it. I should be back tonight is that okay? Do you need them sooner?” Tubbo looked relieved as he took your hands in his own,

“No tonight is perfect!” The boy chirped sounding more like himself than he has in months, you couldn’t help but smile. You ruffled his hair a little before kissing his forehead,

“Then tonight you shall have them, Little Ram.”

Tubbo helped you gather the materials you needed for a trip down into the mines, Tubbo even gave you some fire resistance potions. You thanked him for the potions before putting on your armor and heading down into the tunnels. As you were down in the mine the concept of time was always an illusion, so when you finally found diamonds for Tubbo and you left the cave you were surprised to see the sun was just setting. You hummed softly to yourself walking back into New L’manburg excited to show off to Tubbo you couldn’t help but wonder what he needed them for in the first place. However, when you entered town you were greeted by a gathering going on at the center. Everyone seemed to be there clad in what looked to be butcher’s outfits, your vibe was immediately thrown off eyebrows furrowing in concern. Quackity was giving some sort of speech and that finally drew your eyes towards the podium, locked inside a cage was a fuming Technoblade. You rushed towards the group, pushing past Ghostbur and a blue sheep, and grabbed tightly onto Tubbo’s arm.

“Tubbo what the fuck is happening?” He tensed turning towards your face. It was no secret that you and Techno were friends, this wasn’t good at all.

“(Y/n)! You’re back early!” He spoke nervously rubbing his hands together as Quackity turned towards you,

“Welcome back!” Quackity hopped off the podium with a smirk, “Fundy grab them.”

“Quackity hey wait a minute-” Tubbo started as Fundy roughly grabbed onto your arms pinning you in place,

“Ow hey! Watch it! Let go of me!”

“Get your hands off them!” Technoblade snarled nostrils flaring grabbing the bars of the cage tightly.

“Quackity you said we’d leave them out of this!” Tubbo argued and your jaw dropped staring at Tubbo, “You promised!”

He waved Tubbo off with a scoff, “they’re just as bad as Phil, Tubbo. She needs to be punished. We can't play favorites when trying to run a country. We’ll execute Techno then deal with the other traitors.”

“Execute?” You choked, “you can’t be serious! Tubbo you cannot be serious, since when are you okay with public executions?” He refused to look at you, his hair covering his eyes, he only nodded his head in Quackity’s direction.

“Do it.”

“Tubbo!” You shrieked watching Quackity grin maliciously, moving over to pull the lever that would allow the anvil to fall and crush the man below it.

What happened next was a cluster fuck, someone began trying to set off TNT, and Quackity pulled the lever. It fell rapidly towards Techno and he pulled something out of his pocket, in a flash of bright colors and bursts of light Technoblade was ripped apart and pulled back together again. He was alive, Technoblade really doesn’t ever die. He hopped on top of the anvil and jumped the bars of the cage, Fundy had long since lost his grip on you, he noticed Dream ushering him inside a cavern and he paused a moment. The hybrid turned towards you holding out his hand one final time, the world seemed to stop a moment and it was just you and him. His face held a desperate look in it, almost pleading you to take his hand within your own. You flashed back to the day Wilbur blew the country up, Tubbo called your name you glanced over your shoulder once towards Little Ram. You reached into your bag and dropped the diamonds you found for him on the ground, you grabbed Technoblade’s hand and squeezed it tightly. Technoblade smiled and yanked you forward, leaving a heartbroken Tubbo in your wake.

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