#anyways i'm happy i finally had an excuse to gif him in front of the ballroom background (not that i would need excuses to gif him :D)

[midoalan]

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this chocolate's for me? do everything proper, don't you? thanks. i appreciate it.

[melminli]

Ddakji Man

summery - you were always struggling to make ends meet, despite having three separate jobs and you doubted that that would ever change. it felt like you were working out of your own casket and it would probably be more sustainable to invest in one at this point.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: slight arguing, cursing but nothing too graphic tbh

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" One of your friends asked you a little sadly since you were about to leave the group. They rarely got to see you anyway, did you have to leave so early? "You never come with us when we go out for a drink, we miss you there, you know?"

You smiled a little tiredly as you strolled casually through the streets. "I'm sorry guys, I just have to work tonight." you tried to explain. Besides, I'm fucking tired and just want to get some sleep before then. I miss my bed.

Your best friend pouted as she hugged you from the side and you welcomed it, even if it made walking a little more difficult. "It's always work this work that. Live a little for once, all this stress is not good for you. You need a break." she spoke up before a thought came into her mind that made her a little furious. "Don't tell me that you're using work as an excuse to cancel on us. We can do something else if you want to. I'll even invite you, come on!"

You took a tired breath. I don't have any energy for this. "Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to get drunk with you and I'm not being sarcastic or anything." you clarified. Besides, I wouldn't work this much if I didn't have to.

"All right." she gave in unhappy. "We'll catch you one of these days, I can feel it..."

You laughed softly. "Please do," you replied and stopped in front of the stairs that led to the subway. This was the place where you had to part ways with the others and you did with a few more hugs. You enjoyed spending time with them and loved your friends with all your heart, but you were still happy to be a bit on your own now.

So you plugged in your cable headphones and played your current favorite song at the loudest volume before checking when the next train was going to arrive. Another twenty minutes? The last one must have just left. You decided to just sit down on a bench and wait while staring blankly around and quietly mumbling the lyrics to yourself.

A few minutes later, a person sat down next to you and you could see out of the corner of your eye that it was probably some kind of businessman or something. You didn't look closely out of politeness and turned your gaze somewhere else after checking the time on your phone.

"Excuse me." the unknown man tried to get your attention, but as expected, you could barely hear him over the booming music. He placed his briefcase in the space between you before leaning closer to your figure and looking towards you with a smile and finally, you seemed to notice his stare and turned in his direction. You took out one of your earbuds as you met his gaze. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The man leaned back again. "I haven't said anything yet. I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, do you have a moment?"

You looked around a little uncomfortably as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with you. "Ehm, well..." you stumbled slightly over your words. "I'm not religious or anything, sorry," you replied, having no patience for another discourse about Jesus and the church. This is the fourth time this week, lucky me. You thought to yourself as you were about to put your earplug back in.

The salesman held a hand in the air to stop you from doing that to keep your attention. You just looked at him uninterestedly and waited, it was going to be a while before your train arrived anyway. A smile graced his face after you were willing to listen to him again. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, I just want to offer you a chance."

Your face tightened a little in disgust and you were quite irritated by now. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer and didn't say anything else, so you had no choice but to interpret his words. He doesn't look like that kind of guy, but I guess it's always the ones who look the most decent. "Listen to me asshole," you said openly this time, all politeness gone as you pointed at his chest with your index finger. "I don't know you, maybe you're one of those men who try to talk in riddles to seem mysterious or something, but right now it just sounds like you're looking for someone cheap to fuck." you replied as you tapped his tie with each syllable and leaned a little closer to him as you whispered. "And I'm not cheap, so you might want to look elsewhere."

This time it was you who grinned as he looked at you in surprise and he let out a small grunt after you finished your sentence. The salesman straightened his tie while watching your figure before reaching for his briefcase and revealing its contents, "That's too bad, but also not what I was talking about," he replied as you looked at the money and colored paper in confusion. "Have you ever played Ddakji?" He asked you as he took out the red and blue paper. You just shook your head. "That's no problem at all, we can still play it if you're up for it." 

Your gaze alternated from his hand to his face. Oh, so he's crazy. You finally concluded. I guess he is too handsome to be just a normal guy, huh. You turned your head away from him, something about the whole thing just seemed perverse to you. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"You sure?" He asked again, knowing he'd convinced you as soon as he brought the money into it. These people are all the same, she'll snatch the paper right out of my hands after I start talking a language she understands. "Every time you win, you get 100,000 won from me." He began, watching the look on your face. "But if I win, you owe me 100,000 won and -"

You sighed and interrupted him. "Yes, I'm sure. I still don't want to play with you, okay?"

This time the man looked at you with a cold, icy stare. A few minutes passed like this and you just tried to ignore his gaze, but then he started talking again. "All right. 200,000 won." he finally said, but couldn't seem to get your attention back. He tried again. "Is it because you've never played the game before? We can have a practice round if that would make you feel more comfortable." he tried again and got irritated when you continued to ignore him. He looked around the area as he considered his next move. Is she waiting for me to increase the prize money further? These people usually jump up happily at the first amount since they're so desperate. He tried to collect himself again. "500,000 won." he finally said. "I've got the money right here, you just have to go for it."

When is this stupid train coming. "Look, I don't want your fucking money, understand? I'm not a gambling addict or -"

"You may not want it, but you need it," he said, annoyed. This has never happened before, is she stupid? He then spoke out your name and described your miserable living situation as if you didn't already know about it yourself. "You also have quite a lot of debt for someone who is still relatively young, are you seriously going to turn down the money I'm offering you? For what, to prove a point or something?"

You didn't know what this man's fucking problem was, he should be glad that you didn't want to take his money, and how did he even know all this? You got up from your seat next to him when the train finally arrived and turned to face him one last time. "Fuck you," you told him and then went to the doors. You even looked out of the window at him as soon as they closed before you, to show him your the middle finger.

The man in the suit watched your figure irritated until it was gone and then, took the little card out of the inside pocket of his suit, that was meant for you. He turned it over a few times in his hand before closing the open briefcase with his other one. He had already played and lost a few Ddakji games in his life, which was the point of the whole thing - to recruit players for the actual game. However, the thought of what awaited them there meant that he was still in control of the situation. He was always in control of the situation. "I didn't loose, we haven't even played." he tried to reassure himself.

And yet the whole conversation with you left him feeling like he was utterly defeated.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Remedy - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: After you and Ethan both tease each other all day, you couldn't wait to be alone with him.

Contains: Oral - m and f receiving, p in v, rough-ish sex, dirty talk, a smidge of sexting i guessss

A/N: I found this in my notes today, if it's garbage, I'm sorry🙃 I wrote this FOREVERRR ago. Someone requested it but I lost it when I lost all my requests lmao. The Carpenter!Reader fic is coming soon, today was fucking insane.

Ethan was struggling to not get hard as he sat through his classes, and you were fully to blame. The morning started off with you walking around his apartment in nothing but one of his shirts and your panties, taking every opportunity to bend over in front of him that presented itself. You might’ve been intentionally trying to tease him, knowing that he wouldn’t have time to do anything about it if he wanted to make it to his first class on time.

If that wasn’t bad enough, you were sending him the filthiest messages as you sat in class.

‘I need your cock in my mouth so bad’

‘I love the way you whimper when it hits the back of my throat’

‘Mmm and the way it fills my pussy up’

He finally had to put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’, because his cock was throbbing as it strained against his jeans, and it was hard for him to focus on anything his professor was saying. You sent him one final message, clicking ‘Notify Anyway’ once you saw his messages were silenced.

‘I need you to fuck me as soon as you get home today’

That’s when Ethan got an idea, one that would help him get a little revenge, and have you begging for him by the end of the night.

When he got home, as bad as he wanted to just give in and fuck you, he brushed you off. He felt a little guilty, because he knew how badly you wanted it. But he knew you didn’t feel guilty making him struggle to get through his classes, so he decided to have a little fun with you.

“Hey, babe,” you said, quickly walking over to him as soon as you saw him.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” he asked, giving your lips a quick peck before he walked around you to set his stuff down.

“It would’ve been better if I wasn’t thinking about you all day,” you said, as you followed him towards his room. “But I’m sure you already knew that from the texts you were ignoring.”

“I read all of them,” he said, as he walked over to the closet and grabbed a new shirt, before pulling the one he was wearing over his head. Your gaze went straight to his abs before he put the other shirt on, blocking your view. “Are you ready to go to Tara’s? We’re supposed to be there in twenty minutes.”

“It only takes us ten minutes to get there,” you said, the seductiveness in your tone making him chuckle. “I need you, Eth.”

“You know once I get into it, I lose track of time,” he said as he walked back towards the bedroom door. “I’ll take care of you when we get back home, baby.”

You didn’t say anything, the pouty look on your face letting Ethan know how you felt. He sighed as he walked over to you and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s only fair for you to wait after how hard you made me earlier.”

As soon as he pulled away, he smirked at you once he noticed the sad look on your face turned into annoyance.

When you got to Tara’s, you knew the best way to not think about how bad you needed Ethan to fuck you was to distract yourself. Ethan watched you talk to Tara as he talked with Mindy and Anika about the movie they wanted to watch, and he was a little disappointed that you had a happy look on your face, like his attempts to make you feel the way he did earlier in the day wasn’t working.

Then, he remembered the texts you were sending him. He decided to take it up a notch once Tara walked away from you to go to the kitchen. He excused himself from the conversation with Mindy and Anika before he walked over to you, leaning down a little so what he was saying to you wouldn’t be heard by anyone else.

“Are you having fun, baby?” he asked, your breath hitching in your throat once you felt his on your neck. You nodded your head in response as you felt one of his hands go to your hip, before it moved towards your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. As soon as you let out a soft moan, he pulled it away. “You’ll be having a lot of fun later tonight, once I get your pretty ass back home.”

“Can we leave now?” you whispered back, your body involuntarily leaning into his as his hand moved up and down your side.

“Oh, come on, baby. You can be patient,” he said, as you huffed in response. “Just a couple hours, and my cock will be in your pussy so deep that you won’t be able to speak.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up before Ethan stole a quick kiss and pulled away.

“You wanna go to our spot on the couch? Mindy’s going to start the movie soon.”

As everyone was sat in front of the tv, you were trying so hard to focus on the movie. You were snuggled up with Ethan under one of the fuzzy blankets Tara had, and his hand kept inching further and further up your thigh. You shot him a warning glare as he smiled in response.

“Ethan, knock it off,” you softly whispered, your hand grabbing his and moving it back to his lap.

“Sorry, babe. I guess I just can’t wait to have my fingers in your pussy,” he said lowly, before he glanced around the room to make sure everyone was still paying attention to the movie. “And my tongue flicking against your sensitive clit.”

“This is so not fair,” you mumbled, as his hand when back to your thigh. “I wasn’t this mean to you.”

“My favorite though is when you’re about to cum, and I suck on your clit. You make the hottest sounds,” he mumbled, before you pulled his hand off your thigh and hopped out off your spot on the couch. Mindy grabbed the remote and paused the movie before everyone looked at you, the awkward silence in the air heavy, but not nearly as heavy as the sexual tension between you and your boyfriend.

“Ethan and I have to go,” you said, his eyes wide as he hesitantly stood up. 

“Is everything okay?” Tara asked, before Chad spoke up.

“They’re going to fuck,” he said, before he looked at Ethan. “If you want to talk dirty to your girl, do it a little quieter next time.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ethan lied, as you grabbed his hand and led him out of the apartment.

The fast-paced walk to his place was silent, aside from the sounds of cars passing and sirens off in the distance. He was running through all the things he wanted to do to you in his head, all the positions he wanted you in. He was already hard from teasing you, but as his mind wandered, the feeling of his cock confined by his jeans and his boxers was starting to get painful.

He had his keys out before he made it to his apartment, and once you were inside, clothes started to fly before the door fully closed. You were both craving each other, both so desperate to do the things you’d said to each other throughout the day.

“Those need to go,” you said, looking down at his boxers as you slid your panties off.

Ethan did as you said, and at first, he thought you wanted to skip foreplay, until you dropped to your knees in front of him. You wrapped your hand around his cock as you looked up at him, his lips parting at the contact.

You swirled your tongue over the tip of his cock as your free hand reached between your legs, rubbing slow circles over your bundle of nerves. You gasped around him as you inched him into your mouth, his praise starting almost immediately.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“So fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”

“Yeah, just like that, baby.”

As your fingers moved against you, you slid him out of your mouth, your eyes still on his as your tongue flatly moved up his cock, base to tip. He was letting out the softest moans as his hand ran through your hair, his sounds turning into the loudest whimpers once to sucked him back into your mouth until his cock was almost to the back of your throat.

Your hand twisted as you hollowed your cheeks, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep them on you. As soon as you took him back a little further, your gag reflex kicking in as you bobbed your head, he tugged on your hair, hard. 

“Gonna cum,” he groaned, as you bobbed your head faster.

Right as Ethan hit his high, he placed his free hand on the wall to stabilize himself as his mind went blank, his eyes screwing shut as you just kept sucking. It was so intense that he got a little lightheaded and had to pull you back by your hair, the feeling making you moan around him before he slid out of your mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, as he looked down to see you still on your knees, your eyes glassy from the tears that welled up. “I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard.”

“You’re welcome,” you said softly, as he grabbed your hands to help you stand back up. “I was hoping you wouldn’t cum yet. I was close.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, “Let me help you with that.”

You expected to end up on the couch, because you knew you weren’t going to make it to his bed, but he had other ideas. He backed you towards the kitchen table, grabbing your hips and sitting you on it before he gently laid you back.

“Your kitchen table?” You said, giggling a little as he kissed up your thighs.

“No better place to eat, baby,” he mumbled against you, before he traced his tongue up your thigh, until he made it to your pussy. 

Your wetness was dripping out of you, and he didn’t want to miss a single drop as he dove in, lapping at your entrance before he pushed his tongue inside you.

Your hands tangled in his soft curls as he ate you out, your toes already tingling when he’d just gotten started. He hummed at how good your pussy tasted, his head leaning against your inner thigh as you lazily ran your nails all over his scalp.

He slid his tongue out of you and licked up your fold a few times before he made it to your clit. He chuckled as the slight contact made your hips arch off the table, before he pushed them back down.

“Fuck, Eth,” you moaned as the tip of his tongue gave you the perfect amount of pressure. “Fingers?”

He did as you asked, sliding two digits into your soaked pussy with ease. He watched you as he angled his fingers to move them against that special spot inside you, your jaw dropping as he worked you closer to your orgasm.

He knew you were close when your whining got louder, and he was more than willing to get a noise complaint from his neighbors if he was making you feel as good as you were. Your pussy began to pulse around his fingers before you whimpered that you were cumming, your entire body starting to jolt as you let that feeling take over.

When Ethan pulled away, he smirked at you as your body was sprawled out across the table, your breathing labored as you let out the shakiest whimpers he’d ever heard.

“Maybe us teasing each other all day isn’t a bad thing,” he said, as you looked at him, your bottom lip in between your teeth. “I’m not done with you, yet. Let me know when you’re ready for more, if you think you can take it.”

“What makes you think I can’t?” You asked, as you sat up. Your legs were a little weak when you hopped off the table, your boyfriend’s knowing smile making you roll your eyes as he held you upright.

“That,” he said, chuckling as he turned you around and bent you over the table.

You whimpered when you felt his cock pressing against your ass, your hips instinctively moving back towards him.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked, running the tip of his cock over your dripping pussy.

“So bad,” you said, whining once you felt his tip inside of you.

He made it clear that he wasn’t done teasing you when he slid inside you halfway and pulled out. He kept repeating his actions until you were begging him for all of it.

“Please baby,” you whimpered, as he gave you a little more than he had before. “I need it.”

“You need it?” he questioned, before he slid all the way inside you, the full feeling causing a low moan to build in your throat. “Don’t hold back. Let me know how good it feels.” 

His thrusts were slow at first, so deep that his hip bones were pressed against your ass as he filled you up. You needed him to go faster, but before you had the chance to say anything, he sped up. His hands were gripping your hips as he pulled you back to meet every thrust, your moans turning to whimpers as he kept hitting that spot.

You gripped the table with your hands as your legs started to tingle, his skin slapping against yours so hard that it was starting to sting, but it only made it feel even better.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” you whined out, as he laughed to himself.

“Already?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, as his hand snaked underneath you to pull you towards him, your back pressed against his chest.

He kept his pace as your hand went to your clit, rubbing fast circles as he placed kisses on the side of your neck.

“Gonna cum,” you cried, your shaky hand still moving as you heard him start to grunt.

He laid you back over the table as he fucked you through your orgasm, his right on the edge as he pounded into you harder than before.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, “Can I cum in you?”

“Please,” you said, your voice showing how tired you were as his hips snapped forward a few more times until they slowed.

Ethan stayed inside you as he caught his breath, his hands running over the flesh that was red from how hard his skin was slapping against yours.

“You okay, baby?”

You lazily nodded your head against the table in response, before he helped you stand.

When you turned around to face him, he leaned down to kiss you, his lips gently moving against yours before he pulled you away and held you against his chest.

“I love you,” he said, his hands running over your back as he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, too.”

[edsheeranong]

Sweet Pea x Fem OC

Pt. 2

archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

Delilah hung onto him for dear life, terrified as they raced through the streets of riverdale. when they finally arrived at pops, delilah didn't think she had it in her to step off the bike. he pried her hands off him and helped her off. with her whole body trembling in fear she couldn't get the helmet strap undone. he once again helped her and took it off her head.

"i'm never doing that again," she said, flattening out her hair. he fixed a piece of her hair and gestured for her to follow him.

they walked through the doors and delilah surveyed the room for archie. he wasn't there.

"i'm gonna go wash my hands," she said excused herself. when she came back out, she came face to face with archie, veronica, jughead, and betty.

"hey girl," veronica said. "we were just about to sit down, do you wanna join us?"

"oh, no thanks V. i'm here with someone," delilah explained. "thank you for the offer though."

"o la la, does delilah andrews finally have a boy?" veronica asked.

"no," archie shot in. "no she does not."

"just between us girls," she whispered to veronica and betty. "kinda."

the girls all squealed at her admission.

"i don't wanna move to fast, and put labels on it, but i really like him," she lied through her teeth.

"well we won't keep you any longer," betty winked at her and started walking toward a booth.

"who?" archie demanded.

"none of your business," she walked away from him and towards sweet pea who was seated at the counter. when she took the seat next to him, archie sprinted across the room to them.

he ripped sweet pea out of his seat and they started yelling.

"what the fuck are you doing?" archie said.

"i'm here on a date," sweet pea responded.

"get away from my sister," archie shoved him and sweet pea shoved him back.

"you're being ridiculous," delilah said, stepping in front of sweet pea right as archie tried to push him again. she lost her balance and fell back into sweet pea hard. he caught her and rested his hand on her hip.

"don't touch her," archie said.

"i think i'll do what i want."

archie lunged at sweet pea but jughead held him back.

"sit down," veronica demanded. "leave her alone, archie."

"this isn't over," archie threatened before walking back to a booth.

sweet pea turned her around and leaned her back against the counter.

"not so bad, right?" he whispered. she shrugged lightly and he pulled her in for a hug. "is he watching?"

"mhm," delilah hummed into his chest. after a few seconds he pulled away slightly, their hips still pressed together. he looked at her carefully before raising his hand to her chin and gently kissing her.

"why him?" archie sat at his booth, fuming as he watched his sister.

"he's not without charm, archiekins," veronica said. "why are you so opposed to her dating anyway?"

"every boy in this town is an asshole," archie said.

"you live in this town," betty pointed out.

"i know."

"you're mainly upset because he's a serpent," jughead scoffed.

"yeah, jug. and he tried to hurt me. he showed up at my house and tried to fight me," archie complained. "why does he like her anyway? he hates northsiders."

"well, for starters, delilah is drop dead gorgeous. like even i've had thoughts about her," veronica admitted, resulting in a disgusted look from archie. "but, also, she's kind. she doesn't judge the southsiders, at least not outwardly."

"i think it's sweet," betty said.

"how? how is that sweet?" archie asked, slamming his fork down.

"he's willing to fight for her. he must know she doesn't date because you don't let her. just be happy for her, arch," betty explained.

"it just doesn't feel right," archie shook his head. "i can't shake the feeling he's using her to get back at me."

"not all serpents are the horrible people you make them out to be," jughead chimed in.

"can you blame me for thinking that?" archie practically yelled.

"i guess not. i'll talk to him," jughead told him.

"thanks jug."

archie watched as they left the diner and the only thing stopping him from following them was veronica sitting on the outside. but when he saw sweet pea hand the helmet to her he practically shoved her out and raced outside, his friends not far behind.

"absolutely not," he yelled. "she is not getting on that."

"calm down," veronica said.

"no, ronnie. a date is one thing but she can't get on that. she'll get hurt," he said. "i bet that's what you want though."

"excuse me," sweet pea stepped close to him.

"you heard me. i bet you're just itching to hurt her to get back at me."

"there's something wrong with you," sweet pea bit back.

"come on," she pulled sweet pea back. "he's not worth it."

"let's go," he mounted his bike and delilah followed him.

archie watched in anger as they rode away. he stormed back into pops, slammed money down on the table, and started running back home. when he got home, he went straight to delilah's room, but she wasn't there. he ran back down the stairs and found his dad in the kitchen.

"has 'lilah come back home?"

"no, i don't remember seeing her come in," fred responded. archie went back upstairs and called delilah. she didn't respond.

"god, he's annoying," delilah whined, putting her phone back in her pocket.

"i know," sweet pea said. they were sat on the edge of sweet water river, completely alone. "why doesn't he let you date?"

"i'm not really sure," delilah admitted. "something about all the boys being awful, i think. but i don't believe that."

"that's weird."

"i think he's trying to protect me, i mean he wouldn't ever leave my side growing up. but ever since he started dating veronica, he's been leaving me alone more, thank god."

"it still doesn't make sense though. you'd think he'd want you to have a boyfriend so he could protect you," sweet pea pointed out.

"i gave up on trying to understand my brothers mind a long time ago," she put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

they sat there in silence, watching the river flow, for what felt like eternity before delilah spoke.

"it's getting late," she whispered. "it's dark and i'm cold."

"take my jacket," he took off his serpent jacket and handed it to her. "i'm sure your brother would love that."

"take me home," she said, snatching the jacket from him and pulling it over herself. she was practically drowning in it.

hé drove her back home and walked her up to her door. it wasn't that late but delilah didn't want to risk waking anyone up. she slowly crept up the stairs and entered her room. she found archie sitting on her bed.

"why him?"

"he asked me out," delilah said, crossing her arms.

"and you thought i would be okay with this?"

"archie, i have had enough with you thinking you can control my life. he likes me, and i like him. i'm not gonna let you ruin yet another relationship for me, i just won't," she was trying to be stern with him, but not be too loud. "now get out of my room," she pointed to the door.

"im not done with this," he said, heading for the door.

"yes, you are, archie. seriously leave me alone, you've done enough to hurt this family, dont add this to the list of things you'll be apologizing for for the rest of your life."

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N. This is my first time writing a plus size reader oneshot. As a plus sized person myself, I wanted to try it. I'm a little nervous tho. I know some people don't like it when ppl write insecure plus sized reader stories. I just feel like when I write, I put my emotions and my insecurities into the character as a way to work through them. I'm working on my confidence and some time I will write x confident!plus size reader oneshots, just not right now. Anyways, I hope you can understand that, and if you don't maybe try another story. Thank you.

P.S. I don't know how tf to flirt.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

" Bunk 23. " Eddie, one of the head counselors grins while handing me a set of keys.

I groan. " The bunk with the bats? Eds, are you serious. "

Last year a bat nest was found in the corner of one of the old wooden beds. Nobody had checked the cabin before letting campers and counselors inside, resulting in a nasty surprise halfway through the first week.

Eddie shrugs. " Sorry, kid. I don't assign the bunks, I just tell people where to go. " Eddie's eyes shift over my shoulder. " Steve! There ya are, my boy. Long time no see. What's going on? "

I feel my annoyance begin to melt away as the sound of boots makes its way towards us. It's quickly replaced with a flutter type feeling in my stomach, a feeling that's been stuck with me for the past seven years.

I turn to look at the cause of my emotions.

Steve grins at the man behind me. A large leather duffle bag hangs off of his left shoulder. In his right hand, a small rolling suitcase, the same grayish color as his coat, squeaks along. The same two bags he's used since I met him. Steve pulls off his glasses, sending a dazzling smile towards Eddie and I. " Same old, same old, Ed. Hi, Y/N. "

His grin sends waves of happiness flooding through my body. I love the way he says my name.

I do my best to keep my composure. I return the smile, adding in a small wave as well. " Hey, Steve. "

" So what's this I hear about you and Nancy? A little birdy tells me you're back together again. " Eddie asks, leaning against the desk in front of him.

Nancy and Steve. The always on and off high school sweethearts.

I have no shot with Steve. I mean, he's obviously still head over heels for her if he keeps going back to her. I guess deep down I hope he'll finally see me as someone other than his chubby fellow camp counselor.

Picking up my heavy bags, I excuse myself from the conversation. " Hey, I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna go check out the cabin, make sure no bats are hanging around. "

" Do you need help with your bags? They look a little heavy. " Steve offers, moving to set his stuff down on the ground.

He's so sweet. He always have been. No wonder I have a huge crush on him.

" No, " I shake my head. " I've got it. It's not to far. " I smile.

" But Bunk 23's on the other side of the-" Eddie begins.

I interrupt him. " I'm probably going to stop at the dining hall and see if Robin's there yet anyways. I'll be okay. " I reassure them.

" Oh, okay. " Steve nods, glancing down at the heaviest duffle bag I have.

I'm definitely regretting packing extra crafts. I just didn't want any of the kids to get bored during free time.

" Cya guys. " I shuffle towards the door. The floor creaks beneath me as I walk out onto the main cabins' porch.

Maybe some day I'll mean more to Steve Harrington.

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" He literally offered to help you. Why didn't you take him up on that? " Robin groans in frustration. Strands of hair that slipped out of her hat frame her flour splotched face. Bits of dough and other mysterious stains cover the front of her apron, making it look like a doughy murder scene.

She leans on the serving window counter, her arms cradling her head.

" He was just being nice. I mean, if I saw you carrying heavy bags of flour, I'd offer to help you. It's something everyone does- be nice to the people you know. It doesn't mean they like you. " I argue. I fidget with the lid of my water bottle.

" That's different. "

I narrow my eyes at the woman. " How is that different? "

Robin lets out an annoyed grunt. " You and me, " She points to the two of us. " have no chemistry. You and Steve on the other hand..." She waggles her eyebrows, sending a warm feeling climbing up my face.

I roll my eyes.

" Have a fuck ton of chemistry. Like sometimes I feel like it's choking me. " She makes a pretend choking sound. " Please! Y/N! Steve! Just make out already. Please, for the love of god! Save me! Save humanity from the horrors of watching you two interact while denying your feelings! "

I gently hit her forearm. " Shut up. That's not true, literally shut the fuck up. " I mutter.

Robin laughs. " It's so true. Ask literally anyone that hangs around you guys. Why do you think Nancy and Steve keep breaking up? "

That can't be true. Relationships have issues. There's no way in hell Steve and Nancy keep breaking up because he likes me. That's...insane.

" Your a catch, y/n. You need to start realizing that. People-they have crushes on you too. "

I turn my head to meet Robins gaze.

" You're not the only person in the world who doesn't have someone attracted to them. I mean, if fucking Mike Wheeler can have a girl crushing on him, so can you. "

It's just hard for me to believe someone like Steve, Ex Captain of the Hawkins basketball team, could like someone like me. I'm pretty sure he's only ever seen me as a friend. All these years, transitioning from campers to counselors, he's never made a move on me. In all fairness, I haven't exactly made a move on him either...in my defense, Steve and Nancy are on and off so much, a flickering light bulb has more predictability.

This is all so confusing.

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" Welcome campers! " A loud voice booms from on the old cement stage.

Slowly chatter from the excited campers begin to die down.

Jim Hopper, a retired sheriff and the new owner of Camp Hawkins, begins to speak again. " We're so excited to have you here. Each of you have been assigned a bunk and a counselor... " Jim's voice begins to fade from my mind. The same words have been repeated year after year, not that I mind. It's a familiar introductory speech, something I know will never change.

I look behind the older man. The gorgeous quarry shines from the sunlight. Post card worthy.

" You're bunk 23, right? " Steve's voice asks from next to me.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed he took a seat next to me.

I send him a smile. " Yeah, The bat bunk. " I mumble.

Steve grins. " I'm bunk 24. "

" Oh nice, I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot then. Well, " Stupid, the kids do basically everything together. You're going to see him a ton anyways. " More than usual I guess. "

Steve chuckles slightly. A sound that sends waves tumbling through my insides. " I don't mind. You're good company. "

I feel a familiar warmth sprawl across my face. " You're not so bad yourself, Harrington. "

A look of amusement finds its' way onto Steve's face. " Hey, I know you're not a huge fan of bats...or other flying creatures, " He references my first year here as a camper.

I let out a groan at the embarrassing memory. " That was so long ago. The bird literally came out of nowhere. " I vividly remember that morning. It was still dark when Steve and our friends got the bright idea to go check out the quarry. A bird flew out of one of the nearby bushes, nearly smacking into my face.

Steve laughs, his milky brown eyes glinting from the sunlight. " Hey, birds can be terrifying. I'm not judging you. " He holds up his hands in a playful surrender. " I was just saying, if you want, I can come over to your bunk and check it out. Make sure no flying surprises are hidden anywhere. " He offers, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

My heart flutters. God, he's so sweet. " I don't want to inconvenience you, I mean, it's probably fine. I doubt the bats returned. "

" Really, I don't mind. It's not an inconvenience, if anything, I'm doing this for my bunk. I mean, I don't really feel like waking up to a bunch of people screaming at 3 in the morning. "

My eyebrow raises. " Oh? So you're doing this for you then...for your interests. "

Steve tilts his head slightly. " I guess you could say that. "

The campers around us begin to gather up their bags, making their way towards Eddie and Jonathan who have lists of where everyone's supposed to go.

Steve stands up, extending a hand towards me. " So what do you say, Y/N. Do you want Pest Control Steve to come take a look at your bunk? "

I cringe at his stupid name, causing him to laugh.

" Only if you never call yourself that again. " I accept his hand, standing up from the cement row.

Steve's hand firmly holds onto mine for a few seconds longer after we've stood up.

From over his shoulder Robin catches my eye. Her eyes flicker between our hands and back to my eyes. She mouths a silent ' He fucking likes you ', which I ignore.

I release Steve's hand, shoving mine into my pocket.

For a moment, a flicker of confusion? Maybe disappointment flashes across Steve's features. He obviously ignores it, moving to fold his arms across his chest. " Deal. "

I smile at the man. " Deal. "

I look at him for a second longer before I'm quickly swept away by the campers in my bunk.

My mind analyzes our conversation over and over again, completely ignoring whatever Eleven is telling me while we walk back to our bunk.

He couldn't like me. Right?

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" I think you guys are clear. " Steve says, poking his head back out from under the last bunk. He glances up at the top of the bunk, making sure there's nothing hidden in the corners.

" Thank you so much, Pest Control Steve, what would I ever do without you? " I cringe slightly at my words, shaking my head. " You know what, never mind. I thought it would be funny but no. "

Steve laughs at my attempt at mockery. " You'd live in uncertainty. " He makes his way towards me, leaning against the open door frame.

Outside the kids are running around playing capture the flag, their yells echoing slightly around the bunk.

" Sure...I'd probably just get Eddie or Jim to look around. You know how much they love me. "

Steve slightly leans towards me. " They wouldn't check as well as I do. I do have a five star rating in customer service. " His voice is soft but teasing.

My eyes flicker down to his lips.

He's so close. Just a few inches away. If I wanted to, I could kiss him.

I do want to...

But I can't.

What if him and Nancy are still dating?

Fuck, I should've stuck around and waited to hear what he had to say about their relationship.

" Y/n! El got another bloody nose! " Dustin's voice suddenly shouts.

My head snaps towards the direction of the boy. His face goes from worried to grinning in a matter of seconds.

" Wait, " He looks between Steve and I.

Without waiting for him to finish, I snatch a roll of paper towels from the desk near the door. I hurry out of the bunk, leaving the two guys behind.

" Oh my god, Dustin... " Steve's voice groans.

" Were you guys about to..." Dustins' voice fades away as I make my ways towards a group of kids. I push past them, kneeling in front of El.

Perfect timing.

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The dining hall is bursting with noise. Kids sit together, eagerly talking about their first day back at camp.

I grab a plate and nervously head into the kitchen.

Food. My least favorite part of the day. I don't know if it's just the fear or people watching me eat or the possibility of someone making fun of me for eating too much. I should be used to it by now, I've eating around people for my entire life, but I'm not.

Every meal time still brings unnecessary anxiety.

Robin leans against one of the walls, a iced drink in her left hand. As she raises the glass to take a sip, droplets of condensation run down her arm. " About time you showed up. I basically had to threaten Eddie with a knife for him to back away from your portion of chicken tenders. He does not go down without a fight, I'll tell you that. " She chuckles.

" Thanks. " I begin putting some food onto my plate.

There's a moment of silence. " So. " Robin looks at me expectantly.

" So? " I ask, confused. I lean against the counter across from her. The counter hidden from the view of the dining hall.

Robin rolls her eyes. " Aren't you going to tell me about it? "

" What are you talking about, Robin? "

Robin lets out a sigh of annoyance. " Oh my god, Y/N. The kiss! "

Still lost, I set my food down. " What kiss? "

Finally, Robin blurts it out. " Dustin told me he saw you and Steve making out in your bunk. "

My eyes widen. " What? No. Robin, we weren't making out, that little..." I shake my head. " Steve and I were talking. Just talking. "

Robin raises an eyebrow. " Are you sure, Y/N, I'm your best friend. You can literally tell me anything-you literally have told me basically everything. "

" Robin, I swear. If anything were to happen, you'd be the first to know. Steve and I didn't do anything. "

" Doesn't mean something won't happen in the future though. " Robin smirks.

I roll my eyes. " He has a girlfriend, Robin. I'm not making a move on a taken guy. "

" They'll probably be on break by the end of the month. "

I pick up my plate again. " I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't get myself wrapped up into that. I mean, they'll probably eventually get back together. I don't want to be a rebound or something. "

Robin hops onto the counter, taking a seat in the empty space. " Steve's not like that. "

Yeah, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that. But, hey, maybe I don't know him as well as I think I do.

" So Dustin's going around telling everyone? " I say in discomfort. Even if we had kissed, I don't want everyone to know.

Robin shakes her head. Her hair is finally free from her hat. " Fuck no. I was the first person he saw and the first person he told. I told him I'd feed him to everyone for dinner if he says anything to anyone. " She lets out a small laugh. " Scared him shitless. "

I shake my head. " Of course you did, Rob. "

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The moon reflects off the quarry beautifully. Finally, there's bit of quiet. All of the campers are huddled together in the dining hall, playing random board games.

Their voices and music fade away as I walk closer to the water. I love being a counselor, but it definitely gets overwhelming at time. I look forward to going down to the Quarry every night, just for a little bit to clear my head.

As I get closer to the waters' edge, hear a twig snap. I snap towards my right side, the direction the sound came from.

A familiar jacket catches my eye.

Hanging over a nearby log, the sleeve of Steve's jacket shines in in the moonlight.

" Fuck, I'm sorry. " I blurt out as soon as I see the pair. On top of the jacket sits Steve. On his lap is Nancy, her arms wrapped around Steve's white t-shirt clad shirt. Nancy's legs are wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her embrace.

The pair pull apart, obviously surprised by my intrusion.

Nancy looks slightly embarrassed. " Oh I'm sorry. We didn't think anyone would be out here this late. " She apologizes, quickly getting off of her boyfriend.

I don't bother to look at Steve, knowing anything I see will send a pang of even more embarrassment and jealousy through my heart.

Don't be jealous.

Don't be jealous.

He doesn't like you. He never will. He's with fucking Nancy. It'd be wrong if he liked you.

Plus, Nancy is so sweet. How could I hurt her by dating Steve?

I turn around quickly, hurrying back down the path towards the dining hall.

Steve will never like someone like me.

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Once upon a time there was a secret, or maybe not.

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James stands in front of the door, takes a deep breath and tugs at his shirt. It is one of his best shirts - dark blue, the top two buttons casually open. He has tied his long hair in a bun, which Y/N ​​always liked. Today is a special day. It is the first time that he is not picking Y/N up secretly. They have decided to stop playing hide and seek. Weeks of meetings, video calls and countless messages are behind them. They actually thought they had kept it a secret, but well... Michael already knew anyway.

James rings the doorbell, his heart pounding. He loves Y/N; he’s certain of it. But Michael, Y/N’s older brother and his friend, has never directly confronted him about it. Now, he’d find out how things really stood.

The door opens, and there stands Michael, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “James?” he asks, sounding surprised. “What are you doing here?”

James offers a crooked smile, trying to stay calm. “Hey, Michael. I… uh, I’m here to pick up Y/N.”

Michael blinks and shakes his head as if he’s utterly baffled. “Pick up? Y/N?” he asks, his voice dripping with ironic surprise. “And why… would my good friend James McAvoy be picking up my little sister?”

James opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, there’s the sound of quick footsteps on the stairs. Y/N comes running down, her eyes lighting up with joy when she sees James. “James!” she exclaims, rushing straight into his arms. “I missed you so much!” She places her hands on his shoulders and pulls him in for a gentle kiss.

“I missed you too,” James whispers, returning her kiss tenderly, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Michael stands there, narrowing his eyes before clearing his throat loudly. “Uh… excuse me? I’m standing right here!”

Y/N and James pull back slightly, but Y/N stays in his arms, grinning at her brother. “Oh… hi, Michael.”

Michael steps closer, his gaze fixed on James. “You both know this isn’t okay, right? James, you’re my friend! And Y/N… you’re my little sister!” His tone is serious, almost angry.

James tries to keep his cool, though it’s clear he’s nervous. “Michael… we’re sorry. We should’ve told you sooner, but…”

Michael raises a hand to stop him. “Sooner? You think I didn’t notice?” He lets his hand drop, shaking his head as he starts to grin. “You two are probably the worst secret-keepers I know. I’m only surprised the public hasn’t figured it out yet.”

Y/N and James exchange a surprised glance before Y/N begins to laugh softly. “You knew the whole time?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Of course I knew. You think you’re being subtle, but trust me, you’re not half as clever as you think. The looks, the sneaky smiles, the ‘coincidental’ meetups… you’re an open book.”

James exhales, a relieved smile spreading across his face. “So you’re not mad?”

Michael puts on a serious expression, looks straight at James and comes threateningly close to him. "Oh, I'm pissed off," he says quietly and stops until he's standing right in front of James. But then a wide grin breaks out on his face. "Or at least I'm pretending to be so you both feel a little guilty."

Y/N swats his arm. “Michael! You’re impossible!”

Michael laughs heartily. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But honestly, as long as you two are happy, it’s all good.” He turns serious for a moment, looking James intently in the eyes. “But, James… you hurt her, and I’ll make your life a living hell. Understood?”

James nods earnestly, meeting his friend’s gaze. “I’d never hurt her.”

Michael gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Good. Now go on, lovebirds. Have fun – but not too much fun.”

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh, taking James’ hand. “Thanks, Michael.”

“No problem,” says Michael, leaning against the door. “But remember, I see everything. Always.”

With one last playful glance at her brother, Y/N and James walk off, their hands tightly clasped, ready to finally be together without any more secrets.

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Hello! Could I request a fluffy ImpulseSV x gender neutral reader where Impulse is trying to take reader on a romantic date but everything keeps going wrong (if you have different ideas then it's ok!) :]

Also Could I be 🍄 anon?

I love this idea anon!! Ofc you can be 🍄 anon :]

'Sup guys I'm back 👍

Alone time

ImpulseSV x GN!Reader fluff

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This oneshot will contain the following: Pure fluffiness, a tad bit of stuff that you may not like such as cheesy couple stuff and kind of getting dragged away from dates

Nothing too extreme so dw! Now, on with the oneshot!

(Here's a backstory between you and impulse first :D)

Back when you first joined Hermitcraft, you had instantly became interested in Impulse once you met him.

You guys had nice and interesting conversations, you both shared a lot of interests. You guys had a really good bond with each other, of course the other hermits noticed that and began planning immediately.

A few months after you first met Impulse, a few of the fellow hermits had encouraged Impulse to confess to you since he did actually like you. The hermits did end up convincing him, so he did.

He set up a whole 'friendly meetup' for both of you, saying that he just wanted to hangout for a while. You felt a bit suspicious by it but went with it anyways

You'd arrive at the coordinates that Impulse had given you to go to; As you looked up, you were greeted with a beautiful scenery. Impulse would be standing in front of you with flowers in his hands, a slightly nervous smile on his face. He'd then bashfully confess his feelings to you, his face being all red as he waited for your reaction. After Impulse was done, you would then finally admit it as well that you had feelings for him and well everything else went well. You both continued the date, and soon enough officially a couple! Some of the Hermits would be surprised and would be happy for both of you, acting as if they didn't expect this at all when really they did.

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Now recently, you and Impulse had been busy with different things. Building things, doing favors for the Hermits, having different projects that required a lot of time and etc. You and Impulse barely got time to spend time with each other alone and in peace, and that lead to both of you missing each other.

Soon enough, Impulse would then think of clearing all his plans for one day of the week to bring you on a romantic date. He decided Saturday could be idea, he also made sure to check that you didn't have any plans on that day. Thankfully, you didn't. And so, you both waited patiently and excitedly for the day to come because you both really needed a break for once.

And so as the day came, you both were even more excited to just spend time with each other on a cute little picnic date that Impulse had set up just before the time that both of you would leave. When the time finally came for when you and Impulse were going to leave for the date, as soon as Impulse saw you he was absolutely mesmerized by your beauty.

"Well, you are looking mighty fine! Care to join me, m'lady?" Impulse would say in a jokingly posh tone, holding his hand out to you whilst you let out a small chuckle

"Why aren't you just a gentleman? Of course I shall join you." You'd reply back aswell with a fancy tone, wanting to play along with the whole posh/fancy tone thing. And so, you took Impulse's hand and you both went off hand in hand. Both of you thought it would just be a normal and wholesome little date that you would have, but oh boy did you both get proven wrong.

As soon as you guys would start with the date, Impulse would get asked to do something that was really urgent. He had to excuse himself for a while, hoping it wouldn't take long. You were a bit hesitant and felt a bit sad, but understood and let Impulse do what he needed to do first. So, you waited for him for about twenty minutes before you started to get a bit worried. But thankfully, Impulse would arrive back just a minute after you began worrying. You then both continues on with the date, doing the usual cheesy stuff couples would do on dates until you got asked to do something that was important by one of the Hermits. Same thing happened again, again and again.. When you both finally were able to continue, lots of things went wrong. Both of you would still get dragged into doing stuff the Hermits would ask for you guys to do, food getting stolen by critters and just many more things that had kind of ruined the date. You both even had to do something seperate that would take a while to do, by the time you were both done it was already late evening.

With both of you extremely tired, you guys just decided to just have a cuddle date in bed. The first bit of the cuddling session was mostly filled with both you and Impulse apologizing to each other for constantly getting pulled away from the date, Impulse was definitely the one who apologized the most since he was the one who set up the whole date. Soon enough, you both would end up playfully arguing about who said sorry the most

"No, I said sorry more than you did!"

"Nuh uh."

"The heck you mean 'Nuh uh'?"

"I apologized the most and I know I'm right soo!"

"No, I did!"

The playful arguing went on for a while before you both decided that you were both equally very apologetic about what happened, though atleast one of you would still be murmuring about how you/he were/was right. After that, you both just started giving each other little kisses and maybe soft nuzzles against each other aswell. Soon enough, the both of you would fall asleep peacefully in each other's arms; holding each other close with soft smiles on your faces..

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And yeah! That's it for this oneshot! This is not fully proof read as I'm writing this at almost 12 am and I am tired- but of course I didn't go to sleep yet just so that I could finish this for you guys :D

Hope you enjoyed! Always remember to take care of yourself and don't feel forced to do anything! Do things at your own pace <3

Much love as always, goodbye dear reader! See you on the next oneshot ;D

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This chapter is so soft and fluffy!!! It makes me so happy!! I'm very proud of this chapter!

Side note: Once again, Timothée is making me soft with this GIF! Ahh, I love his Wonka!

Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! ♥️

Chapter 9: Gift Exchange

"He came back?!"

Noodle dragged her cart away from the laundry. Willy was hidden in a laundry bag along with Yin, and the other workers.

"Yes, Noodle. Yin and I set a trap, and he walked right into it!" Willy replied.

"That's why Yin was with Willy last night." Noodle muttered to herself. Then she spoke again, addressing Willy, "So where is he?"

"We had a fight, you see. He won. Hit me on the head with a frying pan and jumped out the window." Willy replied.

"Of course he did." Noodle's tone was sarcastic.

She stopped the cart in the quiet alley just out of sight of the laundry. Willy emerged from his laundry bag.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

Noodle shook her head. "Honestly? No."

One by one, the other emerge from their bags.

"No." Piper.

"No." Abacus.

"No." Larry.

"Definitely not." Lottie.

But then, Yin emerged from his bag. "Well, I believe you, Willy."

Everyone looked at the young man in surprise.

"Really?" Piper said, confusion written on her face.

"You really believe this tale?" Abucus asked.

Yin stood up and hopped out of the laundry cart. "Yeah. Willy doesn't seem like the lying type." He replied simply.

Willy looked at Yin with a soft look. "Thank you, Yin." He said to him.

Yin hummed and nodded at the cute, curly haired chocolatier.

Noodle jumped in. "But, as it so happens, we don't need to sell chocolate today."

Willy turned to look at Noodle, crestfallen look on his face. "And why is that?"

Noodle looked at Yin and smirked at him knowingly. Yin blushed lightly and looked at Willy. "You know that shop? The one you've been dreaming of? Well..." Yin pulled out a key from his pocket and jingled it in front of Willy, a smile on his face.

Willy's eyes lit up with surprise.

(Transition)

Willy opens the door, scarcely able to breathe. The shop has seen better days. Paint is peeling off the walls, and the ceiling has fallen in, sending it an old chandelier crashing to the floor - but it's still somehow magical.

Willy looked around, speechless. The others follow him in.

Abucus spoke up. " Now I know what you're thinking. It may need a little work.."

" If that's a joke, it's not funny. And I know not-funny." Larry said.

Piper fit two ends of a cable together. The lights come on. "Looks like someone left the water running, and the ceiling fell through. And ceiling above that. And the ceiling above that!"

"But that means we can afford it - for a week, anyway." Abucus stated.

"And we'd finally be legitimate. The police would have no excuse to keep bothering us." Lottie piped up.

Noodle and Yin looked anxiously at Willy. He still hadn't said a word.

"What do you think, Willy? Do you like it?" Yin asked, tone nervous as he fiddled with his bracelet.

Willy looked at the young man. " Do I like it?! Yin, it's just how I always imagined. No. Scratch that. It's better than I imagined."

Willy looked around the dilapidated building that was filled with many possibilities.

"I mean, look at this place! I mean, sure, it's a wreck, but look at the potential, the bones!"

Abucus chuckled at Willy's exclamation.

"Mark my words, this is going to be the best chocolate shop the world has ever seen!"

Piper whooped, clapping.

Willy turned to Noodle. "You won't be scrub scrubbing much longer, Noodle. We'll all be free! As free as flamingos!"

Noodle was so overwhelmed with emotion that she ran towards Willy and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Willy hugged her back.

Everyone cheered.

Willy then looked at Yin with a toothy grin. "And you, my dear Yin. You won't have to worry about sneaking around anymore. You can stay with me." Willy proclaimed.

Yin was taken by surprise. "Really? Me and you?"

Willy nodded. "Me and you."

Yin let out a laugh and ran to Willy, wrapping his arms around Willy's neck. Willy, overcome with happiness, wrapped his arms around Yin's waist, lifting him up in the air and spun them around.

"Oh!" Yin squealed and laughed, making Willy laugh as well.

Everyone cheered with happiness.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

The group exited out the storm drain. Willy came out first, popping the storm drain lid off, and it landed on the ground with a thud that echoed through the alley. He didn't care, though. He was too excited. He helped Noodle and everyone else out. When he got to Yin, who was last, he grabbed his waist and helped him pull him out of the exit.

Once Yin was out, the group they made their way to the laundry cart to head back to the laundry.

Yin shivered when a gust of wind blew through the path of the alleyway.

"Are you cold?" Yin turned to Willy, who looked at the shivering young man with some concern. Yin, knowing he can't lie, nodded shyly. "Yeah."

Willy removed his magenta overcoat and placed it on Yin's shoulders.

"Willy, I can't let you do this. What if you get cold?" Yin protested gently.

"I would rather freeze than have you be cold." Willy whispered. Yin blushed lightly. "Thank you." He whispered back. Willy hummed at him.

Yin shyly slipped his arms into the sleeves of the overcoat and suppressed a hum at the soft feeling of the worn coat. Despite its state, it felt so comforting. It didn't help that it smelled of chocolate and vanilla.

'I wonder if this is what Willy smells like.' Yin thought to himself.

Yin shook his head at the thought.

"It looks good on you."

Yin turned to Willy. "What?" He whispered, wondering if he heard the man correctly. "My coat. It looks great on you. It really suits you." Willy said with a smile.

Yin blushed. "Oh... thank you." He replied shyly, smiling back at the beautiful chocolatier.

Willy blushed lightly as well. Then, in a bold move, he reached his hand out and held Yin's hand in his. "Let's go catch up with the others."

Yin only nodded, smiling shyly, way too caught off guard by the gesture to say anything. The two jogged over to the cart, holding hands.

When Yin went back to the room, Noodle could tell Yin was out of it, totally in love with Willy.

Yin fell asleep that night, wearing Willy's coat.

(Time skip)

The coming days were spent preparing Willy's chocolate shop for its grand opening. The days were spent selling chocolate, coming up with ideas for what to put in the shop, and creating the treats necessary for the shop.

One night, after a long day, Yin decided to visit Willy and talk to him about more ideas for the shop. He gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" The familiar sweet voice of Willy spoke behind the door.

"It's me, Yin."

"Come on in!"

Yin entered Willy's room.

"Hello, Yin! What brings you here?" Willy asked, smiling.

"Well... I was going to tell you some more ideas about the shop." Yin replied, playing with his bracelet.

Willy hummed. "That would be great! But first, I have something for you!" He said with excitement.

"You do?" Yin asked, surprised.

Willy hummed while nodding. "Close your eyes."

Deciding to amuse him, Yin did as he was told, smiling in anticipation. He heard Willy rustle around his room. He heard Willy approach him and place something soft into his hands.

"Can I open them?" Yin asked, getting excited.

"Yes! Open them."

When Yin opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands and gasped in surprise.

In his hands was a magenta overcoat, just like Willy's. The bright color was soft in the room lighting, the material soft. Yin looked over it to look at the details. It didn't have gold embroidery like Willy's did, but everything else matched the inventor's overcoat perfectly. If someone were to look at the two wearing the same coat, they would assume it's the same coat.

Yin looked at Willy, completely blown away and smiling sweetly. "Willy.... this is... this is beautiful."

Willy smiled at Yin's reaction. "Thank you so much! It's part of your new uniform. For the shop."

"Will everyone be wearing an overcoat like you?" Yin asked with a chuckle.

Willy chuckled as well. "No, no. Everyone's is different. Only you have this." He whispered, looking into Yin's eyes.

Yin blushed as he made contact with him. "Really?" He whispered.

"Really, really." Willy whispered back, a soft giggle escaping his lips.

Yin giggled back. "Guess that means I can't borrow your coat anymore." He teased.

Willy blushed lightly but chuckled softly, shaking his head, making his short but loose curls move side to side. Then, he looked at Yin again.

"You're always welcome to have my coat." He whispered, tone soft and sweet.

Yin blushed lightly. "Am I?"

"Yes, my dear Yin. Always welcome." Willy replied.

Yin smiled sweetly at Willy, gripping the new overcoat in his hands. He leaned closer to the chocolatier.

"You always know how to make me smile." He whispered. Then, he pressed a soft kiss onto Willy's cheek.

The chocolatier was stunned by the bold action. His cheeks were red, lips slightly open, and his hazel green eyes slightly wide in surprise.

After a couple of seconds, Willy looked at Yin, who was blushing at his own boldness.

"Yin...." He whispered, reaching his hand up to the boy's face, cupping his cheek, his thumb caressing the area.

The boy looked into Willy's eyes when he whispered his name. The two looked into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. Yin copied Willy and placed a hand on his cheek as well, thumb caressing the area.

Eventually, Willy got bold and leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto Yin's cheek as well. He pulled away to see Yin's reaction. Yin was blushing harder, but he could tell by his eyes that he loved it.

The pair leaned forward more, their foreheads pressed against each other's and subconsciously rubbed their noses together.

"May I stay with you tonight?" Yin asked softly.

Willy smiled softly. "Of course you can." He replied back just as softly.

Yin smiled, and Willy took his hand and pulled the lovesick boy over to his bed. Yin hung his new coat on the wall, next to Willy's, and sat down next to the just as lovesick chocolatier.

Willy removed his boots, and Yin went to remove his own, but Willy beat him to the punch and undid his laces, slipping the boots off. Yin blushed at the gentlemanly gesture, playing with his bracelet.

Then, he felt Willy pull him down onto the bed. Now, he was lying down, facing Willy. The adorable chocolatier pulled Yin closer.

"Soon, all our dreams will come true." Willy whispered.

"I can't wait." Yin whispered.

Yin placed his hands on Willy's chest as Willy wrapped his arms around Yin.

"Good night, Willy." Yin whispered.

Willy smiled softly, kissing the top of Yin's head, before whispering, "Good night, my darling Yin."

The pair fell asleep, holding each other, dreaming of chocolate, sweets, and each other.

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 9  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,390 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 10 =>

The next morning Kenny wasn't at the but stop and things were a little awkward because Cartman was smiling. "What's gotten into him? Did the humans win yesterday or something." you questioned as you yawned. If anyone is cheery this early in the morning it's slightly annoying, like how can you be a morning person. If that person is Cartman, who is never happy, then you know something is up. 

"Uh (Y/N) no one won the stick of truth, remember what happened yesterday?" You looked at Kyle confused " I genuinely don't remember anything past me and Kenny’s fight with Craig and even then, the ending of that fight is fuzzy." Everyone was staring at you so you could only assume something pretty unforgettable happened. 

"Dude the government tried to take the stick, and then everyone had one big battle with this one guy. In the end we threw the stick into the pond." Stan said flatly and raised an eyebrow to Kyle "Did you get hit in the head yesterday because you were the one who threw the stick in the pond." You shrugged "Maybe I did, you'd think I'd remember that." 

The bus pulled up and you all filed your way to the back of the bus and Cartman was practically skipping "Okay seriously what's up Cartman, you're kinda freaking me out." He started to snicker and you just rolled your eyes at him still waiting for your question to be answered. "Well if you must know I'm happy because Kenny got himself a girlfriend." You blinked a few times holding a poker face. You knew Cartman wanted a reaction, you weren't going to give him one. "What (Y/N)? You're not going to say anything?" Cartman teased as Kyle gave you a worried expression "Why would I say anything to you? It's not like you were the one with the girlfriend. I'll tell him when I see him." the bus pulled up to the school shortly after and you walked next to Kyle, your eyes stayed glued to the floor as the four of you walked "I mean good for him. It's about time too am I right, well anyways I'm going to collect my bet money with Clyde and go to the bathroom." Your mask is starting to crack you need to get away from them before you can't control your face. You run off "Wait you made a bet he'd get a girl friend?!" you waved Cartman off with a smirk before rushing through the hallway and making a bee line to the bathroom. Locking yourself in one of the stalls your eyes started to water. You were trying not to cry. 

"He wasn't even yours to begin with so then why do I feel like shit. I should be happy that he's happy even if it's not with me" You whispered to yourself as you sat on the floor wiping away tears from your cheek "Why do I feel broken."  the bell rang and you lazily picked yourself up from off of the floor but you over estimated the amount of momentum you needed and end up slamming your face into the door. You looked up into the mirror and saw how much of a mess you were "At least I have an excuse for why my face is red and puffy."

When you made your way to your seat Kyle quirked an eyebrow "What happened to you?" 

"There was water on the floor in the bathroom and my face had this lovely make out session with the stall door." you were rubbing your face for emphasis. You heard muffled laughter next to you and you turned to look at Kenny "Oh, I heard you got a girl friend, congrats, I guess" you turned back to the front avoiding eye contact "Oh, yeah. Thanks." 

You barely heard him, everyone else's voices drowned him out once they caught word that he finally got a girlfriend. You put your head down and zoned out. Nearing the end of class cold blue eyes glanced over to you then back to Clyde "Dude I'm serious." Clyde said with his  charming grin and Craig sighed "Okay so let me get this straight Mccormick got a girlfriend and it isn't (Y/N)." The bell rang and the two boy continued down the hallway "Yeah, apparently she's fine with it, from what Bebe told me. She said she was happy for him." Clyde nudged his friend "Come on this is your chance." Craig turned the corner sharply and faced his friend "I'll believe it when I see it." Clyde grabbed his face and turned it to right to see Kenny making out with Tammy Warner, Clyde smiled like an idiot as he saw the slightest smile Craig's face "Told ya~"

During lunch you felt sick. You kept looking over at Kenny and Tammy. You didn't have the appetite to eat so you just played with your food "(Y/N), are you okay? Usually you like the school mash potatoes." You groan into your hands "I don't feel too well I think I might have hit my head far to many times for my body to function properly." you lied glancing back to Kenny and Tammy to see they were sharing a lunch and they were feeding each other. You slammed your hands down on the table and gagged. Kyle stood up and rubbed your back "(Y/N) maybe, you should go to the nurses office." You shrugged "I think I just need some fresh air. I'm gonna go outside for a little while." With that you made your way to the door when it suddenly swung open and nailed you right in the face and you found yourself on the floor staring up at the two who just walked in, Clyde and Craig. Clyde looked extremely frantic while Craig only looked slightly shocked "Holy shit (Y/N) I am so sorry I didn't mean to open the door that fast." 

Craig extended his hand to help you up and you noticed that it was all bandaged up. Then you remembered when he and Kenny fell out of the window before Kenny died your dagger pierced his hand and Kenny's chest. 'Wait a second, but if that never happened because Kenny is still alive, how come Craig's injury still exists' You thought to yourself as you took his hand. Once he helped you up you didn't let go of it instead you held it with both hands and examined it "What happened to your hand?"

"Oh, yesterday when we were running around the corner I fell on my dagger. That's not important I'm fine, I should be asking if you're okay. You just went head first into the door." you were still kind of dazed deep in thought so you just shrugged "It's not like this is the first time I've been hit with a door today, I'll live." Craig just blinked at you for a while "Yeah, I'm taking you to the nurse your hopeless." He grabbed your arm and started ushering you to the nurses office.

 A loud thud echoed threw the cafeteria causing may people to look over too find out what happened. Kenny Mccormick was one of those people. He practically saw (Y/N) fall in slow motion he felt pain in his chest that only got worse when Craig helped her up and left the room with her. "Ken, are you okay?" he looked over to Tammy snapping back to the real world "Huh, oh I was just thinking how much that must have hurt." Tammy draped her arms around Kenny's shoulders and whispered in his ear. "Well then I'll just have to kiss the pain away." and she slowly brought their lips together. Kenny forgot how much he missed kissing but it doesn't compare to the time he kissed (Y/N) but that doesn't matter now.

Cartman was laughing his ass off at the whole ordeal drawing Kyle and Stan's attention away from (Y/N) and Kenny, they were still very confused as to how Kenny got a girlfriend in the span of the last time they saw him yesterday. "HAHAHAHAHAHA the bitch finally got what was coming to her." Stan and Kyle just glared at Cartman

"I think there's something genuinely wrong with (Y/N)"

[lil-purple-mouse-writes]

Deltarune Slumber Party Au Part 2

Happy New Years Eve everyone! I decided to get this one posted before the year was over. Sorry it's late, school kept me busy.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

Summary: In order to avoid a god awful field trip, Susie and Kris sneak off of the bus and into the school so they can spend there time in the Dark World with their friends. However, they are discovered by Noelle and Berdly, but why are they here?

Word count 1252-ish and CW for swear words.

[You ask Noelle and Berdly what THEY are doing here]

"Yeah, what ARE you two doing here?" Susie questioned.

10 Minutes Prior

"And that, Noelle, is why the original Dark Souls will always be better than Dark Souls 2. However; if we look at the Diablo Series- OW!" Berdly rubbed the back of his head, someone had thrown an apple core at him. Berdly spun around, but couldn't find who had done it. "Neanderthals, all of them."

Noelle stifled her chuckle. It wasn't polite to laugh, but it was still funny.

I have an idea of who did it, she thought.

Noelle looked back at Susie, who was punching Kris in the arm. They seemed to be talking about something, but Noelle couldn't hear over everyone in the bus.

What are those idiots doing back there?" Berdly asked aloud.

"I dunno, looks like they're just playing to me," Noelle replied.

"I bet they're scheming something..." Noelle could only guess what Berdly was imagining, "They might be planning to run away from the field trip, or maybe even... ROB THE BANK!"

Noelle rolled her eyes, "Come on, don't be dumb."

"You're right, Officer Undyne would never let something like that happen."

"And..this town doesn't even HAVE a bank..."

Besides, aren't you afraid of her? Noelle kept that thought to herself.

Miss Alphys stood at the front of the bus and took the microphone from the driver, "E-excuse me," The feedback from the mic nearly defended Noelle. The bus was finally quiet. "Th-than you. Now I am going to go around and take everyone's attendance A-AND permission forms. P-please have them ready by the time I get to your seats, and...please don't trip me this time."

As Miss Alphys began her descent down the aisle the rambunctious noise picked up again. Noelle looked back to try and get Kris and Susie's attention. They would get into trouble if they were caught roughhousing on the bus.

but they were gone.

In fact, Noelle was only able to catch a glimpse of Kris's hair as the two ran out the back door of the bus. The door shutting quietly behind them.

"What the-"

"What's wrong?" Berdly asked.

"Susie and Kris just left." Noelle answered.

"Huh?" Berdly turned towards the back of the bus and shook his head.

Berdly kicked his feet up onto the seat in front of him, accidentally kicking Catti in the back of the head. "I don't see why that is such a bad thing, Noelle. We'll probably have a better time without them here."

"But they could get into trouble, I don't think-"

"Do what you want, Noelle, I'm not going to stop you...Berdly interrupted.

Noelle stared at her friend for a moment before gathering her things. Glancing up the aisle to see Miss Alphys stopped a little ways ahead of them, trying to calm down Temmie, who apparently lost egg. As quietly as she could, Noelle made her way to the back of the bus and snuck off.

"-It's not our responsibility to take care of a couple or C students anyways. Now, where was I- Hey, wait!" Berdly scrambled to gather his things, grumbling as he did so. "Oh at least let me finish my train of thought!"

Present

"We're just here to get you two back on the bus before Miss Alphys catches you," Noelle answered.

"Technically, we could all get into trouble because of the two of you." Berdly stated.

"Dude, you really could've just stayed on the bus and ignored us. Why did you come anyway? Can you not handle being alone for 5 minuets?" Susie replied.

"I-I only came to take Noelle back to the bus, she's the one who wanted to help you two!"

"Whatever, Nerdly." Susie flicked Berdly's glasses off center.

Noelle sighed, "Come on everyone, lets go back to the bus-"

"Hello...is anybody here?" Miss Alphy's voice echoed throughout the halls. " I-I definitely heard someone. There s-should be absolutely no students in the school a-at this time."

"Shit." Susie whispered. "Quick, into the closet!"

Kris looked between Susie, Noelle, and Berdly.

"Oh no, we're gonna get into trouble. Kris, what do we-KRIS."

[You give Noelle and Berdly a peace sign before ducking into the closet.]

"K-Kris!"

"Noelle, Berdly, are you two in here?" Miss Alphys asked.

"Crap, we need to get out of here. Noelle, I think we should- NOELLE!?"

Noelle peaked out from behind the closet door, "Th-there is a lot of space in here." She laughed weakly.

"What the..get out of there, I'm sure Miss Alphys will understand that we only came in here to bring those idiots back out to the bus."

"Maybe the kids aren't in here after all, I don't remember getting their permission forms."

Berdly walked over to Noelle, "See, she doesn't even know if we are supposed to be on the bus. Lets just sneak back on and-"

"M-maybe someone snuck inside of the school to vandalize it! I-I should go call Officer U-Undyne!"

...

Berdly pushed Noelle into the closet, "Let's see just how big that closet really is. Move it, MOVE IT!"

"Hold on, Berdly!"

The two hit the floor of the closet, taking Kris and Susie with them. The door closed shut behind them.

"SORRY!"

"Shit, Berdly, move your leg!"

[You tell Susie that is YOUR leg]

"Shit, my bad."

Susie helped Noelle sit up, Noelle helped Berdly up. Kris decided to lay down on the miscellaneous papers.

"Why are there so many papers on the floor...and can someone please turn the lights on? I can't see anything." Berdly complained, wiping the dust off of his shirt.

[You tell Berdly he can, if he can find the light switch.]

"Wow, the supply closet is bigger than I remember being." Noelle said.

"Yeah, pretty cozy." Susie sat down next to Kris.

"So...Now would you two like to come back to the bus?" Noelle asked.

"Hell no. Did you hear Alphys? She doesn't even know if we're supposed to be on the field trip. I bet she thinks we're staying home. Bus has probably already left by now." Susie replied.

"So, what do we do now?"

[wait.]

"Huh?"

"Well, Kris and I are gonna stay here. I guess you guys can head out and do whatever you want. We're just gonna sit here and wait." Susie scratched the back of her head.

Berdly tried to open the door, weakly attempting to push it open, "Ha ha, trust me, we are trying to do just that." Berdly threw himself at the door, only to stumble and land beak first into the hard metal. "What the-"

"But, what if we...uhm...wanted to come with you guys..."It came out more like a question than a statement. Noelle sat down next to Kris and Susie.

"Uh...guys." Berdly said.

[You tell Noelle that is a bad idea.]

"Guys."

"And why would that be? You guys are just sitting here." Noelle asked.

"Is the floor shaking or am I crazy?" Berdly shook Noelle's shoulder, but she ignored him.

"No, Kris is right. You guys would just be so bored here with us, you guys should just-"

"GUYS!" WHAT, BERDLY!?"

"Why is the floor shaking!"

Suddenly the floor began violently shaking. Noelle leaned against the wall attempting to steady herself. Berdly fell against the closet door.

"FINALLY, TOOK LONG ENOUGH!" Susie shouted.

Without warning the floor collapsed, Noelle screamed as the four were swallowed by the ebony abyss below them.

Sorry about the ending feeling rushed, but I was struggling to find a way to write it. If ya'll have any advice, I would appreciate it.

Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoyed it and have a fun/safe New Years Eve!

[ambercast]

where: commune who: carter & riley (@endlessreruns)

Riley knew he had to make up for what happened at the festival. It wasn’t that he believed he’d said anything untrue, really, but the way he’d said it and the way he treated Carter was regrettable.

So he sought them out at the commune, hesitating a few feet away from where they were. “Hey . . . um, can we talk?”

"Here or did you want to go somewhere else?" They asked, knowing that while there weren't very many private places in the commune there were places more private than where they were now

Riley glanced around, confident he didn’t want to do this in front of people. “Can we go somewhere else? I’d rather talk in private honestly.”

"yeah, of course" they nodded, figuring there was an unused room somewhere

Riley hesitated before turning and walking out, doing his best to find an unoccupied room. Once he did, he stepped inside and shut the door behind Carter.

“I, uh, wanted to say I was sorry . . . for what happened at the flower festival. I was drunk and high but that’s no excuse really. I was pretty horrible to you so. I’m sorry.” He ran a hand back through his hair, not sure what else to say.

Carter wasn't sure what they were expecting when they got to the room and Riley shut the door behind, providing them with even more privacy.

"I accept your apology" they told him, moving to take a seat on the bed. "And you're right it isn't an excuse"

Riley bit his lip, watching Carter. “Are you really in love with me?” he asked softly after a moment, sounding a bit more vulnerable than he would’ve liked.

There was a moment before they answered, but it soon came accompanied by a nod, "yes." They didn't think it mattered anyways. Not with how Riley had reacted at the festival.

“I just . . . why? I’m an asshole, like . . . I’m seriously questioning your taste right now,” Riley said with an awkward laugh, rubbing his hand on his thigh.

"you can act like an asshole sometimes, there's a difference between that and actually being an asshole"

Riley stared at Carter a moment, still rubbing his hand anxiously on his thigh. “I’m a murderer,” he said helplessly after a moment. “And I’m not sorry I did it. That’s fucked up, right?”

"maybe, but I don't think anyone is going to blame you for killing your abuser. I don't."

Riley hesitated before finally moving over to sit next to Carter on the bed. He inhaled shakily. “I know I said I don’t feel anything except when I’m drinking, doing drugs, fighting, or fucking, but that wasn’t entire true. I feel things when I’m with you. I feel . . . kinda happy. Warm. Like . . . maybe I’m okay. I don’t want to lose that, and . . . the last time I loved someone they died.” He swallowed hard.

"I make you feel that way?" They asked, looking over at him as Riley came to sit next to them. "You know I can't promise you I won't die, right? I mean that's kind of what humans do. We die, but I can try my best to make sure you always feel happy and warm and maybe like you're okay while I'm here. Even if we're nothing beyond being friends"

Riley hesitated again, his hand flexing at his side before slowly reaching for Carter’s hand. He’d never felt this nervous in his life. It was a foreign feeling. “I don’t know if I can change. I’ve been this way for so fucking long. I’m . . . I’m afraid I’ll just hurt you,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't want you to change, I just want you to take care of yourself" they looked down at their hands, Riley's now holding theirs. "I'm not as fragile as you might think"

“You’re too good for me,” Riley said with a wry half smile. “I really don’t deserve you. I don’t know if I’ll ever deserve you.” He also looked down at their hands, lacing his finger’s through Carter’s. “But . . . maybe . . . if we go slow . . . I can learn to be better.”

"really?" They asked lifting their head to look up at him. "I think I can do slow."

Riley nodded. “Can I kiss you? I’ve kind of been wanting to do that for a long time now,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

"yeah" Carter nodded, with a grin "you can kiss me*

Riley’s smile widened and he reached up with his free hand to touch Carter’s cheek gently. His stomach felt full of butterflies, which he’d never gotten before when kissing someone. But this was different. This was Carter. He leaned forward slowly, hesitating only briefly before he pressed his lips against theirs in a simple but deliberate kiss, his heart pounding wildly in his ears.

They smiled back at him, noting how gentle the other's touch was. They met his lips as Riley leaned to press a kiss to them, returning it lightly, thumb stroking the back of his hand

Riley pulled back after a moment, his cheeks warm as a blush spread over them. “I’ve never actually kissed anyone I liked before. Like, actually liked. In a more than just friends way. My heart feels like it’s about to explode.” He took Carter’s hand, pressing it to his chest so they could feel the rapid heartbeat.

Carter can't help but smile wider as they noticed the way Riley was blushing from the kiss. A kiss they had been waiting for. It grew further as their hand was placed against his chest and they could feel his heart beating beneath it. "Well let's hope it doesn't because I'd like for you to be alive for me to kiss more" they said before leaning in to kiss him this time.

Riley had to admit that was a very good line, and he kissed Carter back, deeper this time. The urge to push them down onto the bed and fuck them was strong, but he resisted. He didn’t want this to be that. This was special.

Carter squeezed his hand while moving the other up to the side of his neck. Their fingers curled gently around it and their thumb stroked back and forth against his jaw. After a few more lingering moments Carter pulled back, "has anyone ever told you you're a lovely kisser?" They asked with a soft grin.

Riley snorted softly and it broke some of the tension. “They’ve never used that exact word, no,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Not everyone is as poetic as you, though.” He grinned faintly, looking over Carter’s face. “We might want to head out because if we stay here it’s gonna be really hard not to fuck you.”

"yeah that's probably a good call" they nodded. It wasn't that they didn't want to, it was that they didn't want to yet. It didn't feel right to do it right now. They wondered if Riley felt the same.

“I want to, though. Fuck you, I mean,” Riley said, moving to stand and pulling Carter up next to him. “It just . . . never felt right before. To use you like that. I didn’t want to use you like that.” He shook his head.

"I want you to too just not yet. Is that okay? We said we were going to take things slow after all. Which if you still want to have sex with others I'm not going to tell you no. Just I want it to be not that with us"

Riley bit his lip. “You’re really okay with me having sex with other people while we’re taking it slow?” he asked hesitantly. “I’ll stop . . . when we make it official if you want.” He really didn’t want to fuck up with Carter.

"like I said I don't want you to change, I don't want to ask that of you"

“Honestly, I just do it because it’s better than feeling nothing all the time,” Riley admitted. “Like, yeah it feels good and it’s fun, but . . . if I’m getting it from you I don’t think I’d need it from anyone else anymore, you know?”

Carter smiled again at his words, "how about this, if it does happen just tell me. I won't be mad, I just want to know"

Riley hesitated. “You promise you won’t be mad? I don’t want to hurt you.”

"I promise. Just don't y'know lie about it"

Riley shook his head. “I’d never lie to you,” he said firmly, giving Carter’s hand a squeeze.

"thank you" they smiled giving him a quick peck of a kiss. "now we should probably figure out somewhere to go that isn't so tempting to have sex in"

“That’s gonna be a hard find,” Riley said with a small laugh, opening the door to the room and stepping out into the hall, finally feeling happy and hopeful for the first time in a long time. Maybe, hopefully, he wouldn’t fuck it all up.

[snwusberry]

warning(s): language

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

♧ kaya's point of view ♧

fuck the festive season.

thank you for your time.

ever since miyoung decided to pitch in the idea of having a secret santa for the family 2 years ago, it's been a mission and a half trying to enjoy christmas. especially because i don't know what in the fuck to buy mr choi.

anyway, hayoon dragged us to the mall because poor thing hasn't gone out for leisure ever since she fell pregnant in the beginning of the year. she finally popped that little fucker out in october but she's been so busy working and being a mother that she barely got any down time to truly relax and go out for leisure, she's been making so many plans to go out and have a good time all while yeonjun stays home with the baby.

we're currently staying a few weeks at the choi household where our partner's parents are living.

they have 5 kids which are all men and three of them are in stable relationships, two of which are married.

the first to get married being yeonjun who got married to hayoon 4 years ago, second being jongho who's married to miyoung, they got married last year.

the other three left are beomgyu, my boyfriend of 4 years, san and soobin.

i met beomgyu at yeonjun's wedding. my brothers who are friends with the choi brothers were invited and brought me along because i would've been home alone.

it was a beautiful, outdoor ceremony taking place at a gorgeous chapel and there sat beomgyu looking glorious right in front.

i knew what i had to do so i approached him during the reception. i thought it would be just a failed attempt but he ended up ditching the bridesmaid he was paired with and spent pretty much the whole night with me much to my brother's dismay.

he's friends with beomgyu so he was a bit skeptical and then yeosang was against me having a relationship all in all, not at all happy with the whole arrangement. he warmed up to him eventually though so it's all good.

"hayoon, you've been looking at baby outfits the entire day." miyoung

♧ beomgyu's point of view ♧

okay deep breath, you got this.

what exactly? well i'm glad you asked even though you literally didn't. i'm planning on proposing to the girl of my dreams and nightmares depending on what mood i catch her in and as corny as it sounds, i've never felt happier nor have i see myself as happy as i am with her.

"bro relax." yeonjun tells me from where he's sitting, a baby in his arms that he's feeding literal air because there is nothing in that bottle.

"how can i? what if she says no or she's not ready? or what if she thinks it's rushed and breaks up with me?" i respond with nothing but panic and worry in my voice.

"or... get this right? she says yes." soobin asks in the corner.

"i can't do this guys." i say, plopping myself down on the couch.

"that's because you're already telling yourself everything will go wrong. you need to calm down."

"that's because everything went well for you and you're happily married. what about me?"

"man, what about you?" yeonjun says. "you already planned everything and asked her to cancel her plans for this. don't be a little pussy, everything will go according to plan, okay?"

the baby - minji, who is yeonjun and hayoon's daughter -starts crying hysterically and he excuses himself to go calm her down since her mother is out somewhere. now i'm left with soobin who's also about to give me the same story yeonjun did.

"just don't think too much okay? by the end of the day you'll see we were right when you come back home with your fiancée."

"change of plans, no one's proposing." jongho walks in with san behind him.

"what do you mean?"

"san would you like to share with the class?"

"no i'm good."

"he lost the ring."

"WHAT?"

footnote: i'm gonna be so real with you guys, there's gonna be a lot of pov changes throughout this. theres a reason i swear 😭. please bare with me

[beck-hartman]

"Good because I don't even know how I would pretend to be." Beck brought his lips to capture that pout, happy to make that point a few different ways. Smiling as she covered her eyes to go above and beyond what he asked of her, he reached again for his laptop. As he started to open it, he paused at her question, eyes a little wide. Was he supposed to have deleted those too? Luckily she couldn't see him at the moment, as he was suddenly not sure if he should feel weird about that. He was silent, not answering her as he raised the screen the rest of the way, faced the picture again. Searching for an excuse for his actions, he looked at the picture in front of him just a second more before hitting delete over its icon. It was like they'd said: objectivity. He could look at this picture and feel nothing but recognition it was a beautiful photo. He could remember what it was supposed to say about the lived experience. Sure, he'd been happy with the girl at the time, but he felt disconnected from that emotion now like it was someone else behind the camera. But pictures of Shosh? Never. He could remember everything, every ounce of love could come flooding back as if it had been yesterday.

"Maybe," he finally mumbled, shutting the laptop again. "I couldn't delete those, but I probably shouldn't have looked at them either." Did them not being together revoke his permission to look at them? He hadn't really thought about it until this very moment. "I mean, I haven't looked at them in a while, it got kinda weird..." Even at 24, 25, 26, it didn't feel right when her pictures remained at perpetually eighteen. It made him more than a little nauseous as he remembered Frank was about ten years older than that and thinking it was a great idea. What a fucking perv. "--Oh, sorry, you can open your eyes," he said, forgetting he hadn't told her she could yet. He was a bit unsettled now, between realizing he maybe shouldn't have kept those when he had no way to ask if he could and the reminder it gave him that the bastard had been with his girl. Of course he knew that, the marriage, the pregnancies, he knew how all of that worked, but it felt fresh all over again nonetheless. That was one way to kill a mood.

However, the way she talked about trees, a metaphor for them, he could let it all get washed away--etch a sketch'd--and focus only on her in this moment. There was something so sexy about her struggling to say brilliant things when he did this right. Like a feedback loop: she was smart, he gave attention to her neck with his lips and the rest of her body with his wandering hands. Everybody won. "Heal together," he murmured, "I like that." Tying it back to their earlier reference, he added playfully, "if you're a tree, I'm a tree."

She still didn't say it back. He knew she wouldn't, but a dull ache for what should have been circulated through his blood stream anyway. They were kids back then, and they weren't now. They couldn't just pick back up where they left off in every way. Maybe he should just be grateful it didn't freak her out when he said it, and maybe she didn't want to do it again. She'd been married, and it was a horrific marriage. Maybe there was no turning her view of it around; he wouldn't blame her for that. He'd rearranged his dreams before, let some of them die, he could do it again. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle nod, "us."

As she climbed further into his lap, Beck's hands wandered over her well-studied body, pulling her in again for even more closeness. Her fingers in his hair, the enthusiasm in her words, he was intoxicated. Groaning into her bite, he gripped her hips a little tighter. He almost made a cute retort to thank her instead, but he realized what she meant, so he murmured, "always." Returning his lips to hers, he let that convey more than words could. He'd always be here to remind her, anchor her, love her. Allowing himself to fall back on the bed, it disconnected their lips long enough for him to smile up at her and mutter, "I know who I love, and I won't have you thinking poorly of her." Stealing from her point earlier, he added, "that's my baby. Who's sexy as hell when she's fired up and passionate about what she loves..." Then with a suggestive quirk of his brow, he finished with, "...and have I ever told you that you look really good on top?"

"Don't want you to be objective," Shosh muttered, her brows drawn together and a little pout on her lips. She wanted him to be as desperate for her as she was for him. Luckily, that didn't seem like it would ever be a problem. At his direction, she closed her eyes and covered them, her pout turning into a satisfied tip of her lips. Her face flushed behind her hands - surprise, surprise - as he reassured her once more. "Noted," she said, a little strain in her voice. "Wait, you kept...them?" Shosh asked, referring to the pictures she had sent him and the ones he had taken himself throughout their relationship. "Or just...regular pictures?"

It was hard to focus on trees when Beck was honing in on that spot beneath her ear, but she managed to do it. For the trees. "Um, they...so what happens is...the wind blows two trees together over and over and it creates a kind of...wound on them and exposes the...living bark," a little gasp, "and then when they heal, they heal together." Kind of like they were doing right now. Shosh was showing him her wounds, and he was holding her and saying they would heal together.

His next words had her eyes opening wide from their previously hooded expression. If he could do anything, he would marry her first. And for some reason, that didn't scare her. That didn't mean that she was ready for it, though. She still had work to do on herself, trauma she needed to overcome before she would be able to walk down the aisle again. She didn't want to saddle Beck with a wife who couldn't give him everything he deserved. "We're the dream," Shosh confirmed, feeling a little better about the whole situation knowing that Beck was unashamed in telling Camille how he felt about her.

Encouraged by Beck's hands on her hips, Shosh moved to straddle his lip more thoroughly. She shook her head enthusiastically, repeating, "I won't." Her hands slid up into his hair, gripping the strands firmly. "I love you," She replied. Not I love you too, because she didn't love him in addition to anything. She just loved him, and that was the beginning and end of everything. Her teeth caught his lower lip in a bite before she pulled back just a breath. "Thank you," Shosh said. Not for his compliment, although it did made her feel good, but she thanked him for reminding her who they were, who she was.

[mchlgayser]

𓂃⭑ᜊ: SHE WASN'T A BOY?! ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I write this the longest I think(?) I may or may not like this story but then again idk. It's one of my many 'random ideas' that just popped into my head, I hope you like it!! xx ( change of povs )

𓂃⭑ᜊ: content warning: none

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

It's Saturday! The day Jude was finally able to meet his childhood friend again. Many moons ago when he was barely seven and started school he had a friend he loved to call as 'Dash', his soccer mate whom he met when he plays at the playground. They were inseparable, clinging onto each other all the time, their parents are coincidentally closed friends too.

Before Jude had Jobe as a brother this guy was his best mate but one year after that, 'Dash' had to moved in back to his old hometown, his grandparents live somewhere far Jude could not remember but ever since then he lost contact with the 'pretty eyes' boy.

But last night, his parents break the big news about his old friends coming back to town to continue studying and Jude was more than happy to follow them to the airport and fetch the L/ns.

Jude dressed in a simple shirt and black sweatpants, trod downstairs to see his parents already on the living room waiting for him. They got inside their car and left their residence to the airport.

Once arrived, Jude was the first to get out, already excited as he is to meet again with his childhood mate. They got to the departure area, and his parents immediately spotted the L/ns but someone's missing. Dash wasn't there.

He greeted them like normal and Dash's dad starts going on about how is he in his club and he politely answered them, eyes still roaming around the hall 'I'm sorry but where is Dash?' They both look at each other and then back to Jude 'Dash? ...Oh do you mean Y/n?' He was a bit taken aback, what Y/n? Who's that?

'No I mean by Dash, your-'

'There she is!' He swarms his head around to see a girl, around his age, hair y/h/c. He was stunned, was that Dash? His childhood mate? Like for real?

She stopped right in front of him and smile 'Hey Jude!' She had a kind and gentle smile but it was lazy too. Her eyes drooped, but it was shiny and so pretty, and her hair covered some parts of her face, not to mention the headphone that are on her head too. It was blocking his view.

He was not able to speak, too stunned by the sudden shocking information, does that mean that his best mate all this time had been a girl?! Like a real girl?! Y/n laugh at his old best friend's behavior 'What's up with you Judy?' You called him by his nickname and stoned.

Their parents excused themselves to let the two talks, Jude started first 'Who's Dash then?' Y/n glance at him and shrugged 'A character from The Incredibles, he was my childhood.' At this point, the poor boy was beyond shocked 'So you've been using 'fake name' and I had no clue?!' She laughs 'I was so obsessed back then, I just wanted everyone to call me that and it includes you.'

'But I thought I was special?' She snorted and cross her arms 'Everyone are the same, anyway.' Jude gaze at her for a good minute before they abruptly stopped by a cafe 'Want a drink?' He hums not resisting the girl's request. After all, they are not stranger but instead good, good friends.

Y/n ordered drinks for them and they sat by a table for two, 'So how're you now?' Jude asked her, she looked at him 'Good, not better. What about you? Other than still being so damn good at soccer?' A lace of sarcasm lingers in between her sentence, and this makes Jude laugh 'Nah, nothing new about me other than soccer, skills improving eh? And you, what you do now?'

'I play instruments, catching on a new hobby, been hooked up to music since then.' He slips a small 'Oh' and nods 'You make music too?'

'Yeah, composing and write lyrics,' Jude learned new things bout his friend.

Y/n's liking for soccer was just another phase in her life, she's been into music after she moved out, form a school band with her best mates, wrote original songs, and composed. She told him about the place she moved in, a village 70% filled with old people with scary appearances. Almost every night with no electricity, a phase in life she used to shower outside by her grandparent's well.

A time of life she'll never forget, as she said it. Moved back to London but still somewhere distant when she was thirteen and moved back out months later to Malaysia until now.

'Teach me a few words then!' Jude exclaimed and she smile 'What do you want to know?' He thinks for a moment before replying; 'How're you.'

'Apa khabar?' Jude repeated it with his thick accent making Y/n chortle 'That's terrible!' He scoff at her remark and rolled his eyes at her 'Want to try something else?'

'Nevermind!' He deadpanned, looking at her almost judging making her snort. Their drinks arrived sometime later and they took a sip 'This feels good in my throat!' She moaned in ecstasy.

They talk for more and catch up even deeper, and later, Y/n's parents ring 'Hello?' She picked up and eyed Jude 'Yeah sure!'

'They deserted us! Never mind I'll book us a cab and meanwhile, you can guide me around London and the places we used to go to. I missed it.' He warmly smiles 'That would be great!'

They finished their drinks and left the airport, thankfully Y/n's parents escorted her baggage, She and Jude went around without a specific destination, just paying the cab driver a huge amount of cash to bring them both wherever they ordered.

They went around every place their mind could think of, every spot and shop to reminisce back on the good memories. Eventually, the ride comes to an end when Jude directs the driver to a familiar playground area. The neighborhood was the same, the identical bakery across the street was still there, but the paint renewed from sky blue to cotton candy pink walls.

The swing, the slide but some plays are mostly new.

'This place, I met you under there and you were crying because your mom won't buy you an ice cream for you.' Y/n joked about as Jude elbowed her hastily on the stomach 'Ow! What?'

The two sat on the swing for hours and eating ice cream, the sun are about to set, the sky painted with orange and yellow-ish hue, the cloudless sky are filled with a flock of birds as the two filmed the scene in their mind, not wanting to forget this beautiful day.

'It was nice meeting with you again 'Dash'.' Jude confessed, still licking his ice cream cone, Y/n had the whole ice cream inside her mouth and hummed 'Yesh! Me too!' She get the ice cream out of her mouth and smiles 'Likewise.'

After hours spent there, they finally decided to go home, Jude insisted that the cab sent you home first so you accepted.

The ride was not silence, the faint radio background had you and Jude both singing to it, not loudly but enough to light up the night even more, already feel warm and comfy with each other, the next song rolling had both you and him silently squealing, it was So Sick by Ne-Yo.

'Now that I'm alone...'

'Thanks for today, I had a great time. It's nice to see you again, Judy!' He hugs your form and smiles into your shoulder 'I had a fantastic day today, despite being a little surprised that you weren't actually... You know, no D-word.' A loud laughter erupts from your mouth 'Stupid, but I'm glad you had a fantastic time.' You smile and tore off from the hug 'See you tomorrow!'

'Text me!' He yelled and waved over your direction. You waved back and smile.

[lifeofamarauder]

Dark Prince 2

Mattheo Riddle x Odette 

Part 2 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,487 words

Note- I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

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I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows next to me. I looked out and saw it was starting to get dark. The library was nearly empty of students, save for a few stragglers and the book I'd started was splayed out in front of me.

To my surprise, on its left stood a hot chocolate. I couldn't help but wonder if That Boy had brought it to me. I decide this is impossible and figure it could always have been one of the castles many house elves. I'd formed a bit of a bond with them when I joined a Gryffindor my year and a few others to protest for their rights, so it's not unlikely for them to have brought it. It certainly feels more likely that they would have brought it rather than the ever mysterious Mattheo whom I’d just met.

I picked up my books and the hot chocolate and started sipping on it as I walked past the many shelves, planning to sneak down to the kitchens and grab some food to bring upstairs so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I was so focused on not spilling the rich chocolate on my books that I almost didn't notice the Slytherin girl coming straight towards me with a sickly sweet smile.

"Hi! Im Astoria. You're Odette, right? Ravenclaw?"

I looked down at my obviously blue robes and back up to her.

"Yes...?"

"Right. Pleasure." She held out her hand and her face gave me the impression it was anything but a pleasure for her to be talking to me.

"I heard about your meeting with Mattheo today, I thought it was really nice what he did for you, seeing as it was your birthday and your only plan was to read in the library.” Astoria was looking me up and down by this point, utterly unimpressed. “Alone.”

Again, her facial expressions directly juxtaposed what she was saying, but I was too curious if this meant Mattheo really did bring me the hot chocolate so I took the bait willingly.

"Sorry, what exactly did he do for me?"

"The spot, silly. It clearly meant a lot to you seeing as you were looking like you were about to cry.." She chuckled then, the first actual smile that came to her face. "I just wanted to come wish you a Happy Birthday as well after hearing about everything. It was so sweet of him."

Astoria was nodding so fervently at that last line that I felt myself nodding along.

"I mean he's so... charitable. Yeah, that's one of the things I love most about him." At this she began glaring down at me all pretend niceties gone by this point.

Ah... understood. I began feeling slightly embarrassed by my earlier feelings around him as she was making it clear that he was her boyfriend. Yikes.

"Yeah, ok, I get it. Thanks. If you’ll excuse me,” I nudged past her and went to the Great Hall. So far my whole having-this-day-all-to-myself thing was ruined anyways so I might as well ensure I have a fulfilling dinner.

I head to the Ravenclaw table and find a seat across from Luna, reading her Dads magazine, the Quibbler.

After calling her name a few times, Luna finally looks up, looking utterly perplexed at her friends sudden appearance.

"Geez Luna, you look like you've seen the Bloody Baron. Its only me!" She smiled at me then, a huge bright smile that reached her whole face.

"Odette! Happy birthday!! I wasn't expecting to be able to see you until tomorrow. I have something for you!" She said airily.

Luna pulls out a large glass ball with a gold band around it from her pocket. "It's a Remembral, if you ever forget something, it'll glow red!" She exclaimed while reaching across the large table to hug me. Though it wasn’t the most comfortable hug, the sentiment was so nice I ignored it and laughed, thanking her. I sit back down and just as I'm reaching for some of the feast, I look up feeling someone's eyes on me.

Right behind Luna, I find a broody Mattheo. Under the candle-light I swear his eyes sparkle.

I notice he's surrounded by some of my absolute least favorite Slytherins. While they look like they're are trying to all carry on conversations with him, he hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I point to the hot chocolate with a questioning look on my face and he smiles, looking back down at his food. I match his grin until Astoria sits directly down next to him and whispers something in his ear. He looks at her and I force myself to look away, reminding myself he’s taken and I have absolutely no interest in him whatsoever.

I finish my meal rather quickly and Luna prattles on about the different articles from this week. I’m thankful as my mind is filled with thoughts of what Astoria could’ve been whispering in Mattheo’s ear.

I work hard not to look at them through the whole meal, even if I do have the sensation that he keeps staring at me.

As I'm about to get up, I am stopped by a shoulder gently forcing me back down to the bench.

"Odette! Happy Birthday special girl."

My brother has a knack for talking exactly like our Great Aunt Amelia on occasion. I notice at his appearance, Luna quietly excuses herself to her dorm.

"Thanks, Silas."

He smiles his million watt smile and pulls a small box wrapped with a giant blue bow out of his pocket.

"This is from me and Mum. She picked it out but I wrapped it. It’s going to dazzle you.

I gingerly take the box from him and begin opening it already dreading whatever my Mums cooked up for this years gift.

I open the box and am in fact quite dazzled. Inside, a large gaudy blue stone sits surrounded by a thick silver chain and diamonds all around the border. It looks entirely too expensive and it’s something I would never pick out myself. Silas motions for me to bend down as he places it around my neck. I find myself leaning forward from its weight. I feign a smile and look up at my brother, thinking what to say to please him.

"Thank you so much! This will be perfect at our Christmas party this year." I gingerly hug him, this one still somehow much less comfortable than the one Luna gave me over the table.

"Oh, boy. You haven't talked to Mom yet have you? She told me she would mention it to you.. Well no stress. Mum planned a trip with some of the Ministry members over Christmas for me to mingle and set up a job for when I graduate this year. You said Luna stayed back last year for Christmas and we thought maybe you could join her and have Christmas at the castle. Honestly you would hate talking with all of those Ministry folk anyways so this felt like the perfect idea for all of us." He said this while nodding at me and smiling his all too diplomatic smile.

This is just like him to somehow try to spin something he and Mum want to do, pretending it’s for my benefit. In this case, I could disagree about how awful that Holiday sounds but forgetting to even tell me until my birthday? I feel a sudden sickness wash over me, overwhelming my senses. I need to get out of here right now.

"Right. Yes, that's no problem. Thank you for the necklace again." I grab my things and rush out of the dining hall not sparing a glance over my shoulder until I'm out of eyesight.

As I turn the corner, I stop and cover my face, trying to take deep breaths. I have never felt so discarded and overlooked and on my birthday of all days. And all I could say was thank you?? I can’t tell if I am more mad them for their disregard of my feelings, or at myself for not being able to say what I really feel.

"Nice necklace, Princess."

I spin around finding Mattheo leaning against the wall behind me.

"It's very...." he looks at it debating his word choice. "Loud." He decides.

"I didn’t pick, my brother just gave it to me." I say, monotone. “I don’t really even like it,” I feel compelled to say so he doesn’t think that this is me.

"Why are you wearing it if you dont like it?"

I hesitate looking up towards the ceiling, then, "You know, I ask myself questions like that all the time."

I slump against the wall and feel him slide up next to me.

"So do I."

I look at him then and we lock eyes once more.

"Odette." He says, his voice slightly hoarse and I swear he looks down at my lips then.

My breath catches at my name and I feel myself instinctively leaning towards him but pull back when I hear laughing down the hall. I remember myself, and more importantly, I remember his girlfriend. I push off the wall and he looks up at me dazed.

"I don't think Astoria would feel very good about how you keep getting so close to me."

His face turns to one of thoughtfulness as I back away still unable to shift gazes away from him.

"I suppose she wouldn't."

That does it. I look away then and thank him for checking on me over my shoulder, dismissing all thoughts from my head over what could've just happened.

I hear him say something under his breath and I turn around, but he's gone. My pocket feels heavier so I dig inside it finding a very delicate gold chain with blue and green stones dotting it. It's stunning, and utterly inappropriate for someone with a girlfriend to give me. But it's perfect, somehow exactly what I would have picked out for myself.

So, I decide my days been so shit and maybe just maybe I want to convince myself it's okay because it's so pretty and so me. I settle with telling myself I will forever avoid him from here on out, but still keep the necklace. I pocket the chain and head upstairs.

I sit in bed playing with the delicate gems in one hand as I pet Jinx with the other and I can't help my mind from wandering back to that confusing boy and his deadly eyes.

[scarletttries]

Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner Request)

Pairing: Kurt Wagner (X-Men) x Reader

Rating: Fluff, but be aware reader is not feeling well.

Word Count; 1k

Request: "Can I have a kurt wagner x reader where he helps her with bradycardia (low heart rate)?"

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this request my dear, and for giving me an excuse to watch X-Men Apocalypse again! I didn't know much about bradycardia, so did a bit of reading, but have kept this pretty general of feeling unwell and anxious, so I hope you are still happy with it :)

Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner)

The professor made his way through the winding corridors of his school, soothing unsettled children as they poked their heads out from behind bedroom doors,

"Back to bed please little ones, the lights will be fixed any minute, just focus on shutting your eyes and settling down." It seemed like every few months a new young mutant came through his door with an uncontrollable ability that left him with restless nights, whether it was causing the ground to shake, stirring up troubling weather, or your natural gift to tune into electricity, sending surging currents through every lightbulb in the house when your heart rate became unsettled. As with every mutant that needed his help, Professor X was more than happy to support and calm as much as he could. But as he approached your door, the flickering lights even brighter the nearer he drew, he found another concerned shape, one that made him think his skills might not be what was needed tonight,

"Kurt!" He greeted warmly, trying not to startle the usually skittish mutant, who flinched anyway, half-considering disappearing back to his room in case he got in trouble.

"Professor, I'm sorry for being out of my room, it's just, I was worried about (Y/N)." He replied softly, relieved at the small smile spreading across Xavier's face.

"Not at all Kurt, I think you'll do a much better job of helping (Y/n) than I would. Thank you, I'll leave you to it." Giving the boy a knowing nod before returning to his rounds of the school.

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Behind the thick wooden door, you found yourself curled up in a corner, desperately seeking the grounding support of the solid wooden beams as another wave of dizziness washed over you. Your eyes were clenched shut as you focused on your breathing, counting each beat of your heart, steadying your mind as you heard four light taps against your door. You couldn't help but smile at the little melody, knowing exactly who was outside and that he was the last person who ever really needed a door unlocking, but respected you enough to knock anyway,

"Come in Kurt." You called out, your lungs short of breath as they struggled to find their rhythm again, the weight on your chest lifting slightly as you heard your friend materialise in front you.

"(Y/N)," he spoke softly, looking at your huddled form, "are you feeling unwell again?" You nodded your head slowly, not daring to look up at his unique blue features,

"How did you know?" You asked shakily, tears threatening to tumble from your eyes as you kept them tightly clenched shut.

"Umm, i'm afraid all the lights in the house gave you away." He said with a soft laugh, and you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze, noticing every lamp in the room fluctuating in time with your unsteady heartbeat. Kurt crouched on the floor, settling down to your height so his eyes could meet yours. He looked beautiful in the glow you created, a soft comfort in his eyes that made you feel like he was grounding you in the room again. He settled his hand slowly on the ground next to yours, not quite daring to touch you, but wanting you to know he was there, that he was always there for you. This wasn't the first time he had found you like this, feeling anxious and awful and needing a friend to see you through,

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't like this Kurt." You spoke softly, knowing that saying it didn't change anything, but grateful to have someone who could literally be anywhere but chose to always be there for you.

"I know (y/n). I don't know if it helps but sometimes I wish I wasn't like this," he loosely gestured over his blue skin, tail waving behind him, "but if it makes you feel any better, I think you're perfect just the way you are." You left out a soft laugh as his tail wrapped over your shoulder, his hand finally brave enough to lightly rest on yours.

"Thanks Kurt," You smiled, the ground seeming to become more solid with every second you shared, "For always being there. And I like you just the way you are too." He beamed back at that, shuffling closer to you as he spoke,

"I have to say (Y/n) I don't like seeing you so blue. You should leave that to me!" He joked, smiling proudly at the laugh he drew from you. Feeling a little stronger you began shifting to your feet only for Kurt to stop you, "Let me."

In a swirl of blue you were transported to your bed, Kurt perched at your side as he shifted the blanket around you,

"Get some rest (Y/n) and in the morning I promise i'll take you anywhere you want - as long as you don't mind me coming with you." He added bashfully, smiling as you ran the back of your hand gently over his cheek,

"Like i'd go anywhere with you."