#but yea he took some really good ones and he said i could paint them so !! :D

[mitsukitsume]

Feast on Fear~

Pov: Pickle meets Pet!

(There will only be one reader which will be pickle! But I'll keep pet as an insert character too!)

"Are you done yet?! I am waiting sweetheart..."

You heard the muffled voice of Isaac as you finish up your final look. You take a good look in the mirror while wearing the outfit Isaac had picked out for you. He truly knew what would look best on you. Not to mention the heavy price tag it came with. Not that hed ever mind. You were worth every penny. After all it was a fancy event so it was only essential that you wore the best.

"How do I look?"

Azriel had invited you and Isaac to a evening party he had held. Although it was mostly for business purposes, you were still excited and nervous to go. It was your first time attending anything fancy.

"Yea just a minute!"

You replied as you took a final look and went ahead to open the door. Isaac's gaze immediately fell on you and his eyes widened a little. You looked...gorgeous. He was almost at a loss for words. You saw the blush on his ears and smiled at his cute flustered state.

"Wow..you..look so beautiful..I.. barely have the words to describe you.."

"You look pretty good yourself handsome.."

He chuckled a little at your flirty reply. He got closer to you and took your hand to give it a kiss before asking you to leave with him.

The drive to Asriel's house was about 30 minutes.. you and Isaac talked about random things and who could be at the event. Eventually the drive came to an end and you and Issac stepped outside. It was the first time you looked at Asriels manor and it was breathtaking...alot bigger than Isaacs. You and Isaac made your way inside and immediately a few people recognised Isaac and started to chat with him. Isaac introduced you as his partner and people were nice to you as well. You were still very anxious about meeting all these fancy people. A few moments pass and you see a beautiful blonde man walking up to Isaac. You thought he must be another one of Isaac's associates but he was Asriel himself. You couldn't believe it. You honestly thought he was some old bald man. But he was quite attractive. Not as much as Isaac though. He was the most charming in your eyes.

"Hmm Adorable pet.."

Asriel said teasingly. Isaac let out a scoff and replied.

"They are not a pet you know."

Asriel laughed and said in return.

"I know I know...just teasing.. Although you are quite adorable dear..what's your name? I am guessing you already know who I am?"

You replied nervously and nodded your head a little.

"Y-Yes ..it's nice to meet you Mr.Cain..My name is XXXX"

"It's good to meet you. I really wanted to know what made this man of steel melt

You laughed at his remark meanwhile Isaac rolled his eyes. After a bit of chitchat, Isaac got pulled away from you. He was discussing a few things with his work accociates. You decided to explore the enormous manor a bit. It was beautiful. The walls were painted in an off white colour with gold decorations all around. You didn't doubt that it was real pure gold.

As you were wandering you got a bit away from the party and noise to a more seculed area. It was a balcony with a beautiful view to the outside. You were looking up at the stars appreciating them for Thier beauty and glamour. It was a calm atmosphere until...there was a hand on your back that startled you to your core.

You gasped loudly and saw the person who touched you. It was a beautiful person with a bright smile. They looked even more ethereal in the moonlight.

"Hello.."

They said. You were still a little nervous and starteld from the way they silently creeped up to you.

"H-Hello..C-Can I know who you are..?"

"Hmm..is that really important..?"

The reply caught you off guard. How wasn't it important?

"W-Well I'd like to know who you are..! You know you almost scared me.."

"Oh did I..? My apologies.."

They said as they took a step forward. You didn't know what it was but there was something off about this person... something just wasn't right. You took a step back only to get trapped between the railing and them.

"Umm..what are you doing..? W-Why are you.."

"You ask too many questions."

They cut you off. They were only fueling your suspicion. As they walked in even closer..they were about to grab you until you pulled out a small knife Isaac had given you for safety and stabbed them in the abdomen...You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. When you opened them you expect med to see a person bleeding out but instead what you saw shook you to your core. They didn't move an inch. Instead, just smiling back at you. You gasped in utter shock and horror...no it couldn't be..? Was it really one of those of what Isaac told you?.

They took out the sharp object and threw it to the ground...they looked up to you.

"W-Wha..t..a-are...y-yo-.."

Before you could even finish your sentence.. you were grabbed harshly with inhuman power and smashed against a wall. They pinned you while standing over you.

"I didn't appreciate that."

Those words made you shiver...you had definitely dug a hole for yourself. There was no way you could defend yourself against a mythic.

"Don't close your eyes...look..at..me.."

You were way too Afraid but compiled. They smirked as they saw the fear and tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You saw there fangs and immediately realised what you had gotten yourself into..

" A vampire..?"

You mumbled softly. They chuckled and grabbed your chin to make your fearful gaze meet theirs..

"Yes...a vampire.."

You felt a shiver down your spine. It was true...You had thought that what Isaac told you just might not be true. You didn't pay much attention to it but this was something else. Right Infront of you was something that was inhuman... nothing was going to save you. You closed your eyes in fear and a few tears spilled out. You could hear them chuckle in amusement.

"Scared..? I love that.."

"P-please...l-let..me..g-go..W-Why..are you doing t-this..?"

You managed to say barely. What was it planning with you!? You were just just minding your own business!..

"Hmm..Why should I let a prey go huh..? You smell so sweet..I just need to get a taste..but I think that might just not be enough.."

"Open them."

They commanded sternly. You opened your eyes and saw the predatory look in their eyes. You opened your mouth to scream but soon felt a hand on your mouth silencing you . Half of your body was suddenly pushed over the balcony with their hand pinning your abdomen to the railing.

"Tell me how I should drain you..? Slit your throat and let it all drip out?.."

You started to silently sob at that. You thought of Isaac and how'd he feel if he ever found you like that. You can't let this happen but what could you even do?

"Or maybe thatd be too wasteful...I wouldn't to waste your precious blood now.."

"L-Let me g-go..please! I...h-havent d-done anything...let me go please..."

Your breathing was getting faster and now you were beyond terrified. You kept thinking of Isaac and wishing at any moment maybe he could save you. But what could even he do in this? If he intervened his life would be equally at risk.

Suddenly, they pushed you away from the balcony and back onto to the wall. You slumped down and crouched against the wall in fear. They slowly walked up to you and crouched down still wearing that sly smirk. They grabbed both of your shoulders and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"I am going to suck the life out of you."

Your eyes widened...is this really how your end was written? How would he feel? He'll be in so much pain...and there's nothing you could've done now. You were beyond stupid for wandering off. They leaned back and started to laugh at you. Mocking you. You could only cry in fear as you saw your end near.

"PET!!!"

You heard a familiar voice call out loudly. They looked at the direction of voice and rolled there eyes.

"How many times do I tell you not to mess with people I work with!?"

You heard Asriel say angrily. Then you saw Isaac. He looked a bit afraid but panicked more when he saw your terrified expression. He quickly made his way to you and snatched you away from the inhumane creature. He wrapped his arms around you as to shield you away. You sighed in relief and felt your shoulders relax a bit. You were finally back in your comfort place when you thought you'd die a few minutes ago.

"I was just having fun..Come on look they are unharmed.. nothing wrong with a little teasing."

"My god..you are unbelievable..I should've locked you."

Asriel was more disappointed than angry. He knew that this was expected of his "pet"

"Are you okay..!? Are you hurt anywhere..? I was so worried when I couldn't find you anywhere..!"

"Calm down Mr.Loverman...Although it's adorable how you're scared but trying to seem like a hero Infront of them..? How cute.."

Isaac didn't reply as he knew what they said was true but even if he was scared your safety was still his first priority. In his presence he'd try everything just to protect you. He took off his coat and wrapped it around you still holding you tightly.

"Sigh...I can't believe this..isaac..I apologise for this..and to you too...And you..you're in deep trouble tonight...in need of a discipline."

"Don't threaten me with a good time!"

Isaac shortly left after and took you home.

"I thought I was going to die.."

"God I was worried sick looking for you everywhere...I thought..."

"I am sorry Isaac. I shouldn't have wandered off..I didn't know something so dangerous..was.. lurking.."

"It scared me too because I know that's something I can't really do anything to protect you from and that's my biggest fear! To not be able to protect you...I'd never forgive myself if something ever happened."

"....why would he even keep something like that?"

"It's..for protection..but I think he has many other reasons too...reasons I'd rather not know..."

The rest of the evening was you explaining to Isaac in detail what happened. Tonight really changed your view of the world and made you more cautious while going outside.

[keeps-ache]

linelesssss oohoohoo !!

[radiance1]

A Dp x Dc idea that isn't Danny-centric!? Say it ain't so!

So I think that this'll be a relatively short one but anywho.

Pariah Dark forcing the entirety of Amity Park into the ghost zone did not come without consequences, even with the ghost shield the Fenton's put over the town.

Said consequences come in the form of the entire basically becoming a ghost portal in and of itself. It mostly happened slowly over time, with the town experiencing quakes that spread quakes that lead to the Ghost Zone.

Everyone had to evacuate when it got really bad, well, mostly everyone. You see, Sam didn't want to leave Amity Park at all so he tried to find ways to convince her parents to let her stay even if said city was basically crumbling.

Then she had an idea.

What if she became one of Undergrowths allogenes? (taken from genshin impact)

So she persuaded (read: bullied) Danny into taking her to him so they could make a deal and let her stay in Amity. Undergrowth was surprisingly accommodating to the both of them, what with Danny becoming the new Ghost Prince and Sam already leaving a good impression on him.

He gave her a task, take this seed and place it within the middle of Amity Park and watch over it until it fully grows, then, and only then, will he accept her as one of his allogenes.

So Sam very obviously took said seed, said yes, and went to plant it.

The center of Amity Park was basically a giant ghost portal, it was small, at first. But with each and every quake it expanded and expanded until it couldn't be ignored anymore, so after Danny and Sam got back and went to it, Sam just dropped the seed in the middle of it and watched it sink.

Luckily Overgrowth gave her a proper method she should follow to ensure its growth, at the very least.

It took 4 years for the seed to grow, 4 years of relative isolation for Sam. Danny was usually busy with High Prince duties, what with being summoned and the likes, while Tucker was busy with taking over the outside world.

They still made time for her however.

When it grew Undergrowth gave her praise, not many would willingly keep themselves in isolation to grow an interdimensional seed from the other world. Such, he made do on his promise and gave Sam a portion of his powers, turning her into one of his allogenes.

He did however tell her that she was only Allogene he's ever had in multiple eons. Some of them chose to reenter the reincarnation cycle, while others sacrificed themselves for the greater good and such, some of them among the living are still alive, however, so they should be at least, vaguely aware of her existence.

Sam trained her new powers, familiarizing herself with them until it was as easy as breathing, which took a few months of non-stop training. Thankfully her new stamina is leaps beyond that of her previous human self. Eventually, she was even able to create a few lotus' that acted mostly as transport around the giant ghost portal.

Oh yea, did I mention that the Ghost Portal expanded enough to take over all of Amity Park? Well, a few buildings here and there stilled survived, mostly like small islands but still.

So Sam was living a pretty fine life, all things considered. Her days were very peaceful, tending to a few plants here and there, taking care of the giant tree that sprouted from the seed she grew, training her powers and talking to Danny and Tucker whenever they dropped by.

It was repetitive, but a nice one.

Then her daily cycle was interrupted by people claiming to be the Justice League, and she honestly did not have a clue as to who they are. She didn't really keep up with the news after planting the seed, or the outside world at all for that matter, the only one she regularly kept in contact with was Tucker.

She thought back on, and Tucker did mention them once or twice. Mostly painting them as irritating individuals yet worthy of respect, not that she knew why but she wasn't going to just let them step in here regardless. It's pretty rude to just step into someone's home without permission, no?

[abcjxyzyeo]

haiii!! i have a request for you! could you maybe do a Sokka x Kiyoshi Warrior reader who watches over Sokkas trainings with Suki and he becomes embarrassed or wtvr because of how much hes failing? it can go any way you want, idm really. thanks sweets!<33

-🦢

Heart of a Warrior

AN; Request by 🦢 !!! Omg I absolutely love this idea sm, I had a little field day w this one 😘😘 But tbh I didn't know how to end this too the ending is kinda rushed and bad !!! Also for this js imagine Sokka and Suki r 20 and reader is 18 !!(It doesn't matter but Katara and Aang r still 12/14 !!) AND ONE MORE THING OMFG anyways just imagine that the gaang stayed at kyoshi for a little bit longer like 2 weeks before the fire nation came. (why does it feel so weird writing a fic for Sukis' sister x Sokka like dam she rlly stole her sisters man 😭😭)

Pairing; Sokka x afab!reader(romantic), Suki x afab!reader(family)

summary; When the gaang visits Kyoshi Island to ride some Koi fish, Sokka seems too distracted too even try to figure out whatever is going on with Katara and Aang. And distracted by a certain younger Kyoshi Warrior

warnings; not proof read!!, angst(?), sumwhat sfw ? semi one sided enemies to lovers

You sighed, wiping off the lengthy make up you wear to be a warrior. You loved being a Kyoshi Warrior more than anything, but it was tiring. You were two+ years younger than everyone else so Suki, your older sister and the leader, let you take breaks every so often. Luckily she said you can take the day off. You started to lay down to take a nap when you heard running and yelled outside, in your pjs you ran to grab your fan and went quickly outside. Staring at the trio that was tied to the podium you were star struck. Their clothes were so different than anything you have ever seen. You had honestly(but luckily) been sheltered to only have to know clothing from the earth kingdom and Kyoshi island. After debating between the three and your sister, the young bald monk was revealed to be the avatar. Something about it irked you and you rolled your eyes. When you looked back you had caught the attention of a water tribe boy who seemed to be your sisters age. he started to walk over and talk to you, but nothing peaked your interest. Mostly just him giving back handed sexist compliments.

"Your sister is pretty strong for a girl!" He chuckled, obviously annoyed he was ambushed by girls.

"Uh huh" not giving him common curtesy to look him in the eyes.

After a few more comments you simply zoned him out. Well until he asked something that you were actually interested in.

"Sooo.. are you one of the painted fighters too?"

"Um. A Kyoshi warrior? Yea I am" and he gave an interesting look so with that you walked off sighing to yourself. The first outsiders to visit during this 100 year war had to be the most uninteresting people ever. (Cuz honestly you weren't completely convinced the Avatar was here on good terms, he'd probably just lead the fire nation here.)

For the next few days you saw Sokka try and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. It kind of disgusted you, you know he just wanted to be better than Suki, but luckily she was the best of the best so you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly you found your feet moving towards the duo practicing, against your will. You knew you disliked Sokka, you avoided him as much as possible. It was baffling to you how different he is from his sister, at least you could stand her. Once you reached the two you sat on a near-by tree stump. Sokka looked over mid attack and absolutely fumbled falling straight on his face. You rolled your eyes and his face went bright red. For the hour that you watched them, Sokka missed every hit and took every hit thrown at him. By this time you were annoyed, instead of finding it humorous. It was like he was trying to be funny and mess with a sacred art form. Frustrated, you loudly groaned and walked away. Sokka knew he had messed up, he wanted to be good, he wasn't sure if it was for him or for you. He thanked Suki and ran off to find you.

Practicing all your moves you had learned over the course of your young teenage life, you left someone creep behind you. Stopping what you're doing you turn around, expecting Suki, but finding Sokka. You simply crossed your arms expecting him to speak.

"You saw me practice today" he uttered embarrassed

"Indeed I did," rolling your eyes

"I didn't mean to mess up, I was just nervous with you watching!"

"Whatever you say water boy, just stay out of my way and stop making a fool out of yourself." you turned back around and tried expanding your fan, but suddenly a hand was on your wrist and your hip, spinning you around instantaneously. Sokka's face was mere inches from yours, he looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" he whispered low

Your mind whirred, 'chance for what? Why does he want a chance? Why is he so close?'

"Um what do you mean?" you gulped loudly

He let go of you lightly, "Why don't you give me a chance to show you I'm not who you think I am, I'm strong and a warrior."

You immediately scoffed "Yea right, what I saw today really showed that." this obviously pissed Sokka off, and he lowered his head down to stare at you in the eyes. Suddenly you could smell him, taking a moment to appreciate how clean he kept himself, you gathered and studied every inch of his face. Pausing to look at how nice his lips looked in the light. A moment of silence was suddenly broke.

"Like what you see?" He said smirking, leaning in to close the distance between yours and his lips.

You yelped loudly before throwing him over your shoulder and running away.

After what happened it was easy to ignore him and his practices. But your heart didn't want to, some how that stupid pony tail boy made you yearn for him. But your brain knew it wasn't a good idea to fall for a strange boy, let alone let him know that. But fate was against the organ in your head and as you turned the corner you saw, once again, your sister practicing with the water tribe boy. You walked up to them to watch but this time when Sokka noticed you, he gave it his all. Easily overpowering Suki, her face turning bright red that you could see through the makeup. Sokka crossing his eyes and giving a smug look. Your jaw dropped and you felt something inside your stomach, a tight knot that wouldn't untie. Sokka walked over to you after thanking Suki and bowing to her.

"How was that?"

you just stared at him, shellshocked. Causing him to laugh he rolled his eyes at you, he wrapped one hand around your waist and one around the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.

You eased yourself into it, kissing back. Your brain knew it was wrong but what was so bad with letting your heart win?

"Well Sokka, you do have the heart of a warrior." you laughed before leaning in for another kiss.

[mncxbe]

could i request something with the superstition of “if you can tie a cherry’s stem, that means you’re a good kisser” and dazai? i feel like he’s the type of loser who’d believe that sentiment

This may be the cutest request I got and YES he would definitely fall for that and would struggle to master the technique. I hope you like it anon♡

Cheri Cheri lady🍒

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Was a kiss all it took to earn a date with you?

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

It was the end of March and the cherry trees were almost in full bloom in Yokohama. The sweet, honey like scent of the flowers and the rosy petals, blown by a gentle breeze, were enough to make you feel like you were in another world.

Seeing the blossoms was all you could think about all day at work. Dazai noticed your aloof, almost nostalgic mood but didn't bring it up until the two of you left the office.

"Is everything alright? You seemed distant today"

"Yea, perfect actually. I was just really excited to see the cherry trees. Wanna join me?" you replied in a cheerful tone

The man could barely hide the look of surprise on his face. "Sure, I'd love to"

The two of you walked along the crowded streets of Yokohama until you reached Yamashita park. The trees bore a foliage of brilliant green and the air was fresh; it smelt like spring. As you strolled around the park Dazai noticed that pink and white petals covered the ground from place to place.

The cherry trees lined the wide alley next to the river.

"I used to come here with my parents when I was a kid" you began talking "We would sit next to the railing and look at the trees. My dad would often buy us cherries from a shop nearby and I remember they had this slightly sour taste, but nevertheless I loved them and~ oh sorry I'm kinda oversharing now"

"There's no need to aplogize. I like listening to you talk" replied your colleague. You took a seat on a bench under one of the blossomed trees and remained silent as you admired the scenery.

Dazai on the other hand only had eyes for you. He took in your features and couldn't help but marvel at how pretty, how serene you looked. You had a certain glimmer in your eyes, a longing of some sort but he couldn't quite place it. Occasional gusts of wind would blow the pink flowers off the branches; the petals delicately falling on your dark hair. He wanted to brush them off, to tuck a strand of your silky hair behind your ear and caress your face but he resisted the urge.

Instead, a caravan nearby caught is attention. The man was selling cherries. He swiftly got up and made his way to the merchant, buying a bag of cherries.

"Look what I just found" he said with a mischievous grin on his face as he dangled the bag in front of you.

"Thanks. I'm surprised they still sell them here." you replied, popping one of the fruits in your mouth. They had the same sour taste you so fondly remembered...

Half an hour later the sun began to set, painting the ink blue water of the river in a hue of red and orange.

"You know, Osamu. People say that if you can tie a cherry's stem with your tongue that means you're a good kisser."

"To tie? Really? How does it even work?"

He took one of the stems that had been discarded next to you and put it in his mouth. A smile rose to your lips as you watched the man next to you struggle to form the knot. After a few tries he finally got it.

"See, there's nothing I can't do. I'm a great kisser."

"I don't know about that. It's just a saying, it doesn't prove anything" you mocked playfully.

"Well then, how about I do something else to convince you"

His fingers slightly bruhed your cheek on their way to the nape of your neck and he pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You softened in his embrace as his other arm went to the small of your back. The kiss was gentle and warm at first, but his tongue eventually slid past your lips earning a soft moan from you.

You felt Dazai smile. Being satisfied with your reaction he quickly pulled away, leaving you gasping for air.

"So, what do you think? I'm quite a good kisser, aren't I?"

You nodded slightly; your cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. Dazai ate one more cherry before leaning in again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"There's other things I can do with my tongue too, bella."

"Osamu!" you snapped at him, playfully slapping his arm. "Don't say that here"

He only laughed, eyes locked with yours. When the sun was almost down you got up and, grabbing the empty bag of cherries, motioned him to get up.

"We gotta go now"

"Why? The trees are beautiful under the moonlight too. We should stay a bit longer."

"That would ruin tomorrow's date, wouldn't it?" you said with a wink.

"A date? Was a kiss all it took to earn a date with you?" he teased but got up and followed you.

"What can I say, Osamu. You're a great kisser."

[sugarsfics]

Painting Together

Summary: Your next-door neighbor comes over; he needs some help painting. There are some pros and cons. Pros you are great at painting. Con you have the biggest crush on him. 

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: use of y/n, kissing, fluff, bad writing  

Word count: 1.0k 

30 Day challenge: Day 5 Send request <3 

It was a beautiful gloomy day, there was a nice sprinkle outside. You are currently cuddled up in bed reading a book when there was a knock at your door. You place your book down then ventured out into the living room, you open and were met with big brown eyes those you belonged to your neighbor Eddie Munson. “Hey” he spoke first “Hi” “Um so I was bored and thought maybe I should come bother you because you are probably also bored” you laughed “Yea ok come on in” he closed the door after himself “What’s in the bag” you asked him pointing and his black backpack “Oh my d&d stuff I need to paint some figurines for the next campaign plus finish the campaign “Are you using me too paint your little toys” “What no” he said sarcastically “You are wow and to think that you just wanted to hang out with little o’me but no you must use me” you said dramatically “No I-I really do want to hang out I just I-“ “Relax Munson I love painting and helping you out”  “I just don’t want you to think I’m using you” “Your my friend” his heart dropped yea just friends but he wanted too be more “Plus you could never use me how much the cheerleaders used me back in high school"

That is where you and Eddie met. You were the artist he was the freak You were on the student council your job was making posters for clubs and any events that were going on. You were used people being nice to you to do their homecoming proposals or to make their club sign extra. But Eddie wasn’t like that, he started developing a crush on you the moment he walked into first period. You were wearing a pair of light pink converse with drawings all over, some paint cover overalls and a black tee under along with some paint sprinkled on your arms and cheeks. When your eyes meet with his for the first time he swore it stopped for 5 seconds and that he died and went to heaven. The love at first sight moment was ruined went Mason Carver bumped into him “move freak” After class we walked out a was met with a poster JOIN OR MAKE A CLUB, with the same colors that you were covered in. That is how Hellfire was born. It took many people to convince to start the club but, in the end, he got his club, they directed him to you to make your club poster for club rush the next week. He bonded with you over the week of making the logo and posters he even helped with the other clubs, he didn’t dare to touch anything to do with sports. After that week, your friendship blossomed. But you both wanted more but never said anything.

You brought him into your room, he sat on your floor as you went into your closet to grab your art supplies. “Ok who am I painting today” “Well.... This is a Merrow they are mermaids or merman. They carry spears and here is the handbook for his colors” as you painted Eddie would tell you about the roles each person or creature was playing in his campaign. Eddie looked too cute when he was focused, his tongue was poking out, intrusive thoughts took over and you grabbed your paint brush and poked his nose. He looked at you stunned you thought he was mad until he grabbed a brush and poked your cheek, a poking war start any open flesh had color dots on them. You fell back has Eddie tried to poke your forehead, then felt a sharp pain in your lower back “Ow” “Are you ok” he was panicking thinking he hurt you, but in realty you fell on one of his figures “All good just landed on this little guy” you said holding it up "Oh wow this one looks just like you” the one had long hair dressed as a knight. “Um yea that my character he needs to be clean up bit but yea” “Aw he’s cute” you're cute you both think. He went into his bag and another figure fell out “Oh who is this” it was a girl she has your colored hair about the same length as you, a white dress flowy dress was this me you thought “Oh um that is um Eddie the banished fair maiden” he says sheepishly “What are her traits or strengths” “Um she helps patches up Eddie the banished after battle, she as a power where her food that she packs for him heals him and his wounds, and” he didn’t look you in the eye for the last part “she is really good a painting and drawing” you didn’t want to ask him just in case it wasn’t true but you really wanted to know “Eddie” “Yes” “Is she based off someone” your heart was pounding “Would it be weird if it was” he asked here goes nothing “What's her name” “um l-l-lady y/n” he said lowly “You made a character after me” couldn’t form any word he just nodded. 

He hasn’t looked at you since his confession “Eddie look at me please” he slowly looked at you “I think it is really sweet” you grabbed his hand “You don’t think it is weird that I made you my character fair maiden” “No I would be your fair maiden in any universe if you wanted me too” his eyes widen please don’t be dreaming he thought “I-I” he was speechless you smiled at him that made him melt. You did something that you only dreamed of you grabbed Eddie’s face and kissed him, he quickly kissed back and pulled you closer to him. He didn’t want it to end, but unfortunately people need air to live, and he was lacking that then. He pulled away with a lovesick smile, you pressed kisses all over his face till it was a deep red “Does this mean we are dating” you asked, “If you keep kissing me like that, I will be your anything” “So boyfriend?” “Yea girlfriend?” “Yes” 

Tag list: @thefreak0fhawkinshigh

[cas-kingdom]

could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

Lone Star Masterpost

[cyberrgirlsblog]

Candle ligth Pt4

trigger warning: cussing, smoking, not proof read, erm idk. kinda rushed revolation erm yea i hope this is ok, lm if i should change anything, some inacurate use of drugs and names for them like more modern names for stuff. spelling

Your pov

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I woke up in the morning to the semblance of sunlight shining in my eyes. I groaned and turned over trying to fall back asleep but soon started to cough after I inhaled smoke in my lungs. I sat up and looked around the room only to see ash sitting on his bed smoking a cig.

“Ash what the fuck, its like 9:00am or some shit why the fuck are you smoking” i groaned in irritation, looked at me and rolled his eyes. I was surprised since he rarely ever did smoke anything that wasn't weed

“Yea well too bad, pol said it was ok too before you ask.” he said rather bluntly but i could swear i saw a slight smirk at the edge of his lips.

“Yea well good for you, also when did you even start smoking anything but weed .” I said confused, he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and blew it out. Before he could respond i herd a nock on the door.

“Hello?” i said not knowing if it was pol or one of her maids who was knocking on the door.

“It's me” I heard pol's distinct voice say, she opened the door and saw me and ash looking at her with curious eyes. She breathed in before speaking “Tommy is having a ballet and he wants you two to come to supply stuff we don't have. You need to leave by the time the ballet starts. Please while there do not say anything you would usually say.” Me and ash shared a look before looking back at Pol

“What type of drugs do you need and what do you mean don't say what we usually say are there gonna be some high class shits there or something.” Ash said, I nodded as I continued to stare at pol. I was suspicious about why she seemed somewhat uneasy.

“That's what I mean, don't talk like that when you're there, there will be some important people there try not to talk to them. If they talk to you first, that's different.” she said with a serious tone. She took a puff of her own cigarette. The room slowly started to smell more and more of smoke making me cough slightly.

“What should we wear there and do you have a notepad so i can write down what we need to bring pol.” I said while getting up from my bed and going over to the desk.

“If they are in the 2nd there should be a pen in there as well, we need some cannabis and morphine. The money will be there when you arrive one of the maids will show you where it is” she said, i wrote down what and how much that was needed.

“Also it's formal so I expect you two to look nice and not like you just walked out of a pub. It's this friday” she said, i chuckled a little bit.

“We will make sure to look presentable for those rich fucks dont worry.”i said and looked over at Ash to make sure he heard me. I turned around as I stood up from the chair and folded the note.

“And if anyone asks why you're here say you make art and that's why you're here so (y/n) i need you to paint a picture of anything really just to cover you two. How far along are you with the painting of Tommy and lizzy” she said, I looked at her and nodded. The way we often covered up drug sails was by smuggling it in through art. 

“I'm almost done with just some touch ups I need to do to the background but it should be done. But if i want it to be done by this friday i need to get back home know” i said with urgency in my voice.

Pol looks at me and nods her head “ok well i'll get the car started don't take too long to pack up anything you brought.” she said as she left the room

“Thank you Mrs. Gray "I yelled out, I started to pack the few things I brought and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and make myself look presentable. I stuck my head out the bathroom and looked at ash

“Yo are you gonna come with me or stay here?” I asked him as I walked back into the room while grabbing my bag. Ash looked at me and shook his head.

“Nah i think ima stay here for a bit try to get in contact with fez.” he said looking at me and smiling slightly.

‘’Ok well stay safe ash and don't get yourself into anything stupid okay i got people that will tell me if you do.” i said while lightly punching him in his shoulder

“Aye what? (Y/n) the fuck do you mean you got people?” he said confused, as i walked out the door i turned and sent a playful grin towards him before leaving the room and closing the door behind me. As I walked down stares I could hear people talking. When I got down I saw it was Aberham Gold and Polly.

“Toms got a fucking trues with them Pol-” he stopped once he saw me. The thing was he didnt know who I was but I knew of him. I knew his son had been killed by the billy boys and that he was a good shooter.

“Sorry if i'm interrupting anything.” I said to them I shifted my eyes to the floor to put up a nervous front. “Pol, ash said he's gonna stay here for a bit. I thought I should let you know.” I heard footsteps come over to me. I looked up from the ground and saw Pol looking at me.

“That's fine but are you fine being by yourself at home?” she asked like a concerned mother or maybe she was just asking to be kind either way it confused me somehow.

“Well at home there are weapons so if anyone tries anything I'll shoot them.” i said a bit quieter compared to my normal tone. Pol looked at me and nodded her head. I noticed Aberham looking at me with an unreadable look on his face. I felt a smirk appeared on my face, i shifted my eyes between the two of them

“ This is your boyfriend Pol?” I asked with a giggle. I could see both of them roll their eyes and pol pushed me to the front door. 

“Get in the car (Y/n) I'll meet you there in a minute.” she said with a playfully annoyed voice. I laughed and waved to Abraham and walked out to the car. I opened the door and set my things down next to me in the other seat. I took  out a cigarette and lit it, but not before opening the door of the car and getting out. I observed the neighborhood, it was a higher class neighborhood compared to the others in Birmingham, the skys were clearer and it was more quiet. I noticed a car parked outside of a house with someone in it. It appeared to be a man but it was hard to tell. But what I could tell is that they were looking at Pol's house. I blew out some smoke from my cigarette and threw it on the ground and snuffed it out. I looked back up at the car and noticed they were looking at me now. I stared back squinting my eyes for some hope to see through the tinted glass of the car windows but before I could get a good look I heard the door open. 

“Well let's go (Y/n), Oh and this is Abraham gold, Abraham this is (Y/n).” she said as she got in the car Abraham followed and sat next to her. I got into the seat behind them. As the driver got in the car I took note of abraham. He was wearing working class clothes. He had gray hair that looked like it was just cut. 

It seemed that he sensed my eyes on him as he turned his head to look back at me, i smiled “Nice to meet you Mr. Gold sorry for intruding on your conversation with Ms.Gray”

“Nice to meet you (y/n), you have a last name don't you?” he asked, smiling back at me.

“If I did , you would know it. I was adopted and given my name by my grandmother.” i said looking at him, it wasn't a lie necessarily i was given a name by my grandma but i changed it to (Y/n) after a while i mean Ash might of kept his but no one calls him ashtray. I changed my name to (y/n) after we moved out of the states, there's no document of it though. There's no documents of my old name either, But I like it that way because it makes it easier for me to keep a low profile and harder for people to research me beyond what I do on a daily basis.

I turned and looked at the window and watched as the houses passed by, my eyes looking around anytime we made a stop. To try to find anything that would interest me, I could hear the voices of pol and abraham but i didn't listen to what they were saying. I didn't care, I just wanted to get home.

Time jump

The car stopped outside of my house, it was a small house but bigger than the ones in small heath, it was an old farmhouse but not like tommys it was more of a mansion. We didn't grow anything, though maybe some flowers or corn but that was all.

“Thank you for taking me here Ms. Gray, I do appreciate it a lot” I said before getting out of the car and grabbing my things. I closed the door behind me and waved before walking up to the house.

Silently, I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Gently, I slipped off my shoes and ascended the staircase. Crossing the hallway, I peered into my grandmother's room through the slightly ajar door. A serene sight met my eyes – she slumbered peacefully, the weight of her worries visibly lifted. A smile crept across my lips, reassured by her newfound tranquility.

I went down to living room and there I carefully unfolded the drape that veiled my work-in-progress, a depiction of Tommy and Lizzie. With deliberate steps, I placed the cloth on the floor, clearing a space for me to start painting.

Fetching my watercolor brushes and selecting the appropriate hues, and started to paint. The canvas came alive under the caress of my brushstrokes, I blended the colors, giving life to the background. The trees that graced my window became the cornerstone of this painting, their forms and shades guiding my vision.

While engrossed in my painting, a knock at the door jolted me from my concentration. Puzzled by the unexpected interruption, I put down my brushes and retrieved my gun from the side table. With the weapon discreetly concealed on my person, my senses heightened.

"Hello," I greeted, cracking the door open just enough to peer out. The persons identity remained hidden, and I wasn't gonna take any risks.

"Is this (y/n)'s house?" the voice inquired. Though familiar, I struggled to place it.

"Who's asking?" I responded skeptically, slightly widening the door's opening.

"Duke," came the reply. The moment that name escaped his lips, the door swung fully open, and a rush of emotions flooded me as I looked at the figure infront of me. He looked every bit of the Duke I remembered, and a genuine smile graced my lips. Although part of me wanted to hug him and share how much I'd missed him, I held back, mindful of our past boundaries.

"Hey. How did you…. find me?" I asked, a blend of happiness and confusion evident in my tone.

"I remembered where your house was from our 1st encounter, to be honest." he explained, his gaze steady and direct.

"Want to come in then, or is this just a brief visit?" I asked, maintaining our eye contact.

"Um... sure," he agreed. I widened the doorway, and he entered. Barely a few steps inside, I intervened by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"yo, hold on. take off your shoes. I dont want to have any mud or dirt tracked in," I said. Once he complied, I withdrew my hand and he turned to the wall and took off his shoes. The phone rang.

As Duke stepped inside and I discreetly answered the phone, a sense of unease settled over me. The voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar, and the mention of Fezco, me, and Ashtray raised an internal alarm.

"Hello?" I responded cautiously, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

"Is this the residence of Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray?" The calm mellow voice of an American female was heard on the other end held a calculated tone, sending a chill down my spine.

"Who's asking?" I repeated, my voice tinged with a mix of wariness and curosity.

The voice on the phone grew slightly colder, a hint of menace lacing its words. "we're concerned about the company they've been keeping. Working with the Peaky Blinders."

My heart raced, realizing that this was no ordinary call. The implications of this conversation began to sink in – our connections, our allegiances were being scrutinized, and our safety was hanging in the balance.

"Look, whoever you are, I don't know what your talking about." I retorted, my voice firm, a shield of defiance against the mounting threat.

The voice remained unfazed, its threat now more explicit. "Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray might want to reconsider their loyalties if they value their well-being. The Peaky Blinders' enemies have a long reach, and are not afraid to take drastic measures."

My mind raced, assessing the situation. It was clear that the caller was well-informed, aware of our affiliations, and determined to exploit our vulnerability.

"I don't take kindly to threats, also why threaten them?" I responded, my voice now in a whisper and edged with a steely resolve. "If you think we'll be intimidated, you're mistaken."

The line went silent for a moment before the voice spoke again, its tone measured. "Remember, (y/n), everyone has weaknesses, even those who walk in the shadow of the Peaky Blinders. Make your choice wisely."

With that chilling finality, the call ended. I stood there, phone in hand, the weight of the threat sinking in. As I turned back to rejoin Duke, the gravity of our situation became all too clear – the world we were entangled in was more rife with danger than I knew, and the safety of Fezco, Ashtray, and myself. I huffed in frustration, before turning back to a confused duke.

"Make yourself comfortable," I offered while trying to make it seem like it was a normal phone call that had just happened. leading the way into the cozy space filled with the gentle glow of natural light filtering through the windows. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood prompt up.

Duke's eyes wandered around the room, his gaze eventually settling on the painting. "You paint?" he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. It seemed like he has not paid to much mind to the call

"Yea i do, Thanks," I replied, i felt my face heat up. "It's a work in progress."

“"Who are those people in the painting?" Duke's voice carried a note of genuine curiosity as his gaze remained fixed on the canvas.

I turned to face the artwork, my own smile reflecting the fondness I held for the depicted characters. "That's Tommy Shelby and his wife, Lizzie Shelby, or formerly Lizzie Stark," I explained. My attention lingered on the painting as I recalled the intricate details I had carefully woven into the canvas.

"Shelby?" Duke's reaction was unmistakable – a mix of surprise and disbelief.

I met his astonished gaze with a subtle smile. "I've been creating art for the Shelbys for a while now. This isn't the first time I've 'painted' for them. I suppose they appreciate my work, do you know them?" I responded. Before Duke could ask further, I cut him off.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offered, listing the available options – whisky, rum, wine, and water. His prompt choice of water made it clear he wasn't in the mood for alcohol.

As I fetched the water and poured two glasses, “you don't drink?” the duke asked, "I drink whatever my guests prefer," I clarified, the corners of my lips curling into a knowing smile. Sipping from my own glass, I maintained a relaxed posture, ready to address his deeper concerns.

His next inquiry, laden with curiosity and a touch of worry, cut to the core of the matter. "is it true what people sayabout them (Y/n)?"

I sighed softly, the sound of my foot bouncing nervously on the ground filled the room "Duke, I dont know how much i can share but to answer your question, yes. In fact, they've reached out to me and my brothers before. When we first came to England, they extended an offer to… collaborate."

Duke's reaction was a dance of surprise and restraint, his attempts to speak yielding to a quiet contemplation. in a impulsive moment i decide to reveal a half truth. Retrieving my concealed gun and placing it on the table, I leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him.

"Duke, I'm sharing this with you because in some weird way I trust you. My brothers and I, well, our hands are dirty. We deal…. things. the shelbys have helped us out. I need you to understand the trust I'm putting in you. That call i had was a threat to me and my brothers and it's not the first either.``

Leaning back, I continued, a mischievous glint in my eye. "If you were to betray this trust, the consequences would be shitty. But I believe you won't. For some odd reason I trust you with this, and I don't know why."

Duke's expression was a blend of confusion and composed acceptance, his gaze steady as he processed my revelations. As the last drop of water quenched my thirst, I held his gaze, waiting for his response, aware that connection had just been tested and solidified in a single moment.

Duke's contemplative silence hung in the air, showing the weight of the information he had just been entrusted with. His eyes held a mixture of uncertainty and understanding of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of our interaction.

Duke finally spoke, he reached and put a hand on my sholder sligthly pulling me closer to him, leaving me to stare into his sligthly wide hazel eyes. his voice carrying a sense of respect. "I won't betray your trust (Y/n)”

I acknowledged his words with a nod, my demeanor calm and collected. Duke let go of my shoulder removing any warmth i had felt, he leaned back, his gaze shifting from the gun to my eyes. "why do you trust me? you dont know anything about me so why tell me this."

I leaned forward, a thoughtful smile playing on my lips. "im still tryna figure that out Duke. i just do thought, i dont trust easly but for you i will."

Duke's brow furrowed as he contemplated my words, in some odd way he liked that you trusted him so easily, he like how his name rolled off your tung . "So, you trust me, just like that?"

"yea, Duke," I replied rather bluntly. 

He took a moment to absorb my response before speaking again. "Um well i wont betray your trust (Y/n)”

I leaned back, mirroring his posture. "So know that you know that about me why don't you tell me about yourself."

Duke's gaze was thoughtful, and I could tell he was processing the layers of meaning behind my words. "Alright, (Y/n)."

As the evening unfolded, Duke and I got deeper into conversation, discussing our aspirations, dreams, and the intricacies of life that had shaped us. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood as a silent witness to our burgeoning connection, a symbol of the artistry and authenticity that had revealed so much in such a short amount of time. I only told duke the top of the iceberg when it came to me and my family but so far thats all he would need to know.

—------------------ 3hrs laters

"Man, some people just do weird ass shit," I remarked with a laugh.

Duke nodded, a grin forming on his face. " You wouldn't believe the things I've seen and heard working at those fairgrounds. Once, I was walking towards one of the tents, and I heard these two folks figthing" I chuckled, intrigued. "why?"

Duke's smile widened as he clarified, "dont know, 'parently they both after the same girl, she had been with both of em" He gestured with his hands, leaving the rest to imagination.

I took a bite of the food I had brought along and smirked. "good on her i guess, not many men would figth for a girl like that.”

Duke let out a laugh. "well i dont know (y/n) more men would figth for a woman's love thani think you realize.” 

I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement. "thats hard for me to beileve, from what ive seen with men in small heath. they'll fight over things like a glass of beer."

Duke leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I guess some people figth over shit as stupid as that, others though have more respect than to figth over beer."

“thats true,anyways speaking of small heith. one time i was there and i went into a betting shop to delivery some goods and well i shouldve knocked cause i walked in on some random guy and girl just on one of the tables fucking. I don't think they saw me so I just left.” I said while chuckling and cringing at the memory. 

As I was laughing I heard the phone ring, I had no idea who it could be. A pit of anxiety built up in my stomach as I looked at duke.

As I picked up the phone, a mixture of relief and curiosity filled me. It was Tommy Shelby on the other end.

"Hello Mr. Shelby, can I help you with anything?" I inquired, my tone respectful but tinged with curiosity.

"Good evening," his voice carried its usual air of authority. "I thought I should give you a heads-up about something. You're delivering the painting and the merchandise to my party tomorrow, correct?"

A sense of intrigue settled over me as I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yea, that's correct."

"Good. Now, I'm aware that certain... elements will be present at the party. Oswald Mosley, for one," he continued, his voice measured.

My curiosity deepened as he mentioned Mosley's name. Oswald Mosley – a man with a reputation and connections that sent shivers down the spines of many. "Yes, I've heard of him." my tone grim 

Tommy's tone turned more serious. "I suggest you keep your distance from him, (Y/n). Mosley's got a way of getting into people's heads, and I wouldn't want you caught up in any of his schemes."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "I appreciate the warning, Mr. Shelby. I'll be sure to be cautious."

"Good," he replied. "Remember, we've got business to attend to, and Mosley's not someone you want to involve yourself with."

His words held a weight that wasn't lost on me. "I understand, Mr. Shelby. I'll keep my focus on the task at hand."

"Very well. See you at there" he said, his tone returning to its usual directness.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby. Looking forward to it," I replied before hanging up.

As I walked back to where Duke was sitting, he looked at me expectantly. "Everything alright?"

I nodded, a mixture of thoughts and emotions swirling within me. "Yeah, just a call related to the party tomorrow."

Duke raised an eyebrow. "Party? Anything exciting?"

I chuckled softly, aware of the secrecy that often surrounded the Shelby family's affairs. "You could say that. But it seems like it might be more eventful than I expected."

Duke's gaze was curious. "In a good way or a bad way?"

I met his eyes, a mixture of determination and curiosity in my expression. "Only one way to find out."

I looked at my watch to check the time, 12:00 am shit. 

“Damn its late you gotta be anywhere early tomorrow?” i asked duke

“Yea but they won't notice if I'm late, they'll probably be late because a lot of fair workers went to the pub, one of them invited me but I said no.” i smirked at what Duke just said

“Aw you decided to give up the pub to come visit me how sweet.” I said with a giggle, duke rolled his eyes, his cheeks brightening slightly with blush. I went and sat down this time next to him not to close though.

“Shut up” duke said, i just looked over at him, my eyes roaming over his face. They lingered on his lips a bit longer than they should have, I hit him on the shoulder slightly.

“Calm down man, was just joking.” i said, I giggled a bit looking ahead at the painting, my smile dimmed a bit, the eyes of Thomas Shelby were all I could see in that moment. His cold unmoving eyes that I depicted so perfectly in the painting. Lizzies eyes were light and while they had a closed off look they weren't as threatening as tommys.

“Hey duke.” i said finally turning away from the painting

“Thanks for coming to visit. I appreciate it a lot.” I said to him with a smile.

“Really? He asked if his face was hard to read but he seemed almost confused, so I smiled at him.

“Yea I missed you. I mean it duke, i know its corny as fuck but like i dont know i cant explain it.” i said my voice lowered a bit from shynes. Maybe it was because I was tired but I swear I could see him smile, not a smug smile or a mean one but a genuine smile.

“Are you always so… honest about how you feel about people (y/n)?” he asked me.

“Only with people I'm comfortable with. Anyways, do you want to stay the night or do you have somewhere to stay? "I asked him. I made sure my tone only had hospitality in it and nothing else. Duke thinks for a little, 

“I have a place to stay dont worry” he said, i nodded my head and got up and went to the kitchen to grab him some extra food, i came back and gave him it.

“Um well ill see you when i see you i guess?” i said awkwardly while he got up. We walked to the front door. I opened it and he walked outside.

“Oh also Duke, I got a place in small heath. Here's the address, i can't promise that ill always be there thought.'' I said as I handed him a note with the address. He took it and pretended to read it before placing it in his coat pocket, not wanting to revile he couldnt read.

“Thanks (Y/n), ill uh see you later and remember you can always stop by the fair its gonna be here in the area for a little.” he said, he looked away and coughed after he said that.

“Ill try it depend on how things pan out for me thought, thanks for stopping by again duke, bye.” i said before i closed the door. I slid down the door until I hit the floor, I listened till I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

“Shit” I said before getting up and walking upstairs. I went to bed knowing tomorrow will be something i don't think I'm prepared for.

[dragkbluire]

It is I! The Wizard!

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Vento Aureo

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mafia, drug mentions, blood, bullets, dead body mentioned-

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The Bakery Downtown (GN Reader!)

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The air of Italy had always been so warm, the scent of the nearby sea carrying salt on the wind, as well as the different scents from coming from stores. It had always been a comfort to Reader, as they had moved to Naples as a young child, and the scents they had come to call home had been with them from since they were six. Like an invisible sibling by their side.

They were on their bike, cycling with a bag on their back through the streets. Much needed baking ingredients within it for their parent's bakery were chilling Reader's back. Milk wasn't pleasant to hold for long, it made Reader's hand cold.

They stopped, looking out at a glimpse of the bay far away. If Reader could paint, they would paint this scene, the image of the bay between all the buildings in the sun was a sight to behold. Yet it was always a sight better seen in person.

Many people passed reader, some regularly went to their parent's bakery, 'The Blue Bakery' and waved to Reader as they started to cycle again, doing their best to avoid taking a back ally home. Italy had a serious drug problem, and Reader did NOT want to become a part of that money scheme.

However, they paused, seeing a boy in orange and dark purple clothes on the steps down a main street facing the sea, his right hand on his face. Reader couldn't help but pause, seeing him. They were sometimes drawn to people randomly, and they quickly learned why, feeling the light hand on their shoulder, no one else could see.

Reader had a spirit, a stand someone once called it. It's true abilities were unknown to Reader, and they only knew that Raspberry, their stand, could cause people to become hungry. They had once encountered a mugger, and Raspberry hand punched him, making the mugger fall to his knees screeching that he was starving to death.

Reader gave a look to their baked good themed stand and it vanished, allowing Reader ro look back to the messy haired boy. They cycled slowly towards him.

"Hey." They started, now standing next to him. He was dressed strangly, the boy wih black hair and pretty violet eyes looked up, meeting Reader's eyes. He was holding a notebook that had crumples and scribbled math problems. "Are you alright? I couldn't help but notice you looked down."

"Heh?" He started "Yea, I'm fine. Just-" he removed his right hand from his face revealing a bleeding wounds that looked to be from a fork. "Stupid Fugo got upset that I couldn't do a-"

"You're bleeding!" Reader gasped, gently grabbing his head to get a better look. "Oh god! We gotta patch that up before it gets infected!"

"Wha- Hey!" he exclaimed, watching Reader place their bag down and rummaging around before pulling out a box of bandaids. They peeled one out of its wrapping and getting him to stay still.

Placing it on, Reader took a scoot back. "I'm sorry." They said after a few seconds of silence between them. "I should have asked. . ."

"Thanks." The boy said, leg bouncing. More silence, before Reader spoke.

"So. . .your friend? Why did he attack you?"

The boy blushed in embarrassment, sulking and averting his eyes. "I. . . I got some math problems wrong. But-" he looked back at them, nose scrunched. "I only messed a few times! It was an accident!"

'These are all wrong.' Reader thought with a nervous smile. "Hey." They started. "I'm Reader. If you'd like, I can help you with these over some baked goods. My Madre and Padre own a bakery not to far from here. I'm more than willing to help."

He lit up like the sun appearing from behind grey clouds. "Really?!" He paused. "Uuh, Yea. That sounds good." He said, trying to hide his excitement, playing it cool. Reader stood up, putting their bag back on their back and helping the boy up. "I'm Narancia, Narancia Ghirga."

And with that, the two were off to the Bakery down town.

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Reader would help Narancia in their spare time, doing their best to help him learn his addition of tens numbers. He was slowly but surely learning over the 2 weeks. With the encouragement of free delicious baked goods and improv teaching methods, he was coming to the Bakery almost five times a week.

They had become closer as friends as well, Narancia was a ray of sun, being funny and crass, sharing the same tastes in music (Reader played Snoop dog on their record play after closing late one night to just jam to with Narancia.), and Narancia introducing Reader to Fist of the North Star.

Reader's mother loved Narancia, seeing his as a sweet boy and just pleased Reader was making friends. Their father? Not so much.

As of right now, they were walking to a restaurant together, Reader needing to head past it and Narancia needing to go there to 'meet with his friends'.

"You speak so highly of this Bucciarati." Reader said as they walked. "I gotta say, I really wanna meet him now. Your dad sounds so sweet."

Narancia snorted. "He isn't my dad, he's my bo- Friend." he said, doubling back on his words. He seemed to always tread so carefully when speaking about his friends.

"Well, this is it, right?" Reader asked, stopping infront of a restaurant named Libeccio. Narancia nodded happily.

"See ya, Reader!" He said happily, entering.

Reader smiled and continued on their way, unaware of the two men now tailing them. . .

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"Who's the hottie you were walking with?" Mista asked slyly after Narancia sat down between him and Fugo, Abbacchio sipping some wine and Bucciarati glancing out the front window, seeing an elderly woman and her friend pass as well as two men.

"huh?" Narancia asked, sounding bored. Mista stood angrily.

"You filthy traitor!" he exclaimed, catching the attention of a few of the patrons. "That hottie is the one you've been seeing behind our backs!" Mista feigned Narancia's voice in a poor way. "Oooh baby! I'll totally ditch my best bud for you! I won't even tell him you're hot because Then my hot best friend will snatch you away-"

"Knock it off." Bucciarati said sternly, and Mista stopped, sitting down annoyed. "You're bothering the other people here."

"Sorry, Bucciarati." Mista said, huffing.

Fugo spoke up. "I have to say, you've been running off a lot lately for the past two weeks, and while I am proud of how fast you're learning your addition, you've been acting different. Perhaps you are in a relationship."

Mista looked like he was about to pop a fuse. "What?! I knew it, and you didn't even bother to tell me?!"

Narancia panicked. "What?! No!" if I was in a relationship, I would have told you guys! Or at least introduced them!" He placed his hand on his chin, and a look appeared in Narancia's eyes. "Reader is. . .just a friend."

Abbacchio recognized that look in Narancia's eyes and huffed. Bruno gave a smile to the boy, seeing how Narancia had a puppy crush of sorts.

"Tell us about them, then we can start our discussion." Bruno said. Mista nodded.

"Yea! Do they have a big-"

Narancia put a knife to Mista's neck, and Mista backed off.

"Well, I met them on the street, and they fixed a fork stab wound Fugo gave me two weeks ago. Ever since they have been helping me learn and giving me free sweet bread n' stuff. They like Topac and Snoop dog and have all their records, and Reader-"

Abbacchio sighed, putting down his drink. "Can we start, I want to get this over with before Narancia starts making a wedding plan."

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"Let me go-" Reader said terrified, in a back ally as two men, one with Green hair and a bunch of face piercings and the other with no hair at all. "I promise to give you all I ahve, just don't hurt me."

"That guy you were with." The bald one started. "You know him?"

Reader plucked up some courage. "W-why do you want to-"

Baldy yelled in their face. "THAT MAFIOSO! DO YOU KNOW HIM?!"

'Mafioso?' Reader thought. 'Narancia wouldn't hurt a- Scratch that, he would hurt a fly. But a gang member?!'

The green haired man pulled their shirt and made them stand next to him, a knife to their neck. "Sorry, toots, allow me to introduce myself. the names Leroy, and my partner here is Kent. See, that guy you were with? See, he is an enemy of ours we have been asked to take out. and by all means you two seem close." he leaned into Reader's ear, "So if you tell us what we need and want to know, we'll go easy on your boyfriend and maybe we can-"

"Raspberry!" Reader exclaimed, and their Raspberry and white colored stand appeared, punching the man in the face. He stumbled back, and held his stomach in pain. The bald man made eye contact with Raspberry and glared death at Reader. "I'll never talk! I won't let you harm my friend!"

Kent stood, a snack in his hand and in a flash, a stand with green aura appeared behind him, as well as for Leroy. Kent's stand was reminiscent of a kracken with many tenticals and a large mouth and Leroy's appeared like a ball of mass with a machine gun.

"Careful now." Kent said to Leroy. "Don't want to cause a scene."

"Youre stand users?!" Raspberry exclaimed at the same time as Reader.

"And by the look of you, you have no idea of how to use your stand!" Leroy exclaimed, his stand shooting at Reader, who ran our of the ally, stand zooming behind them.

"What is going on?!" Raspberry yelled in anger as Reader ran faster than they thought they ever could. "Would could they possibly want with Orange boy?!"

"Narancia?! A mafioso?!" Reader yelled to themselves, dodging people in the crowd. "How could he be?! He is too sweet!"

The saw the familiar restaurant, and every instinct was telling them to enter, to find Narancia and protect him, but if things got heated- Reader couldn't fight with Raspberry, can barely use effective punches!

They looked through the window, and by pure coincidence, their eyes met violet ones that were wide, and Reader continued to run, hearing the two men behind, chasing them.

Narancia saw it, Reader and a stand. Narancia immediately shot up, much to the groups confusion and Fugo's frustration, seeing the two men chasing them, and bolted out the door.

"Narancia!" Mista yelled after him, yet Narancia didn't hear a thing.

Despite only knowing them for two weeks, Narancia felt so close to Reader, seeing them as a part of his family. He couldn't forgive himself if they were hurt or worse, killed.

Reader ran till they felt three shots go through their leg and they cryed in pain, managing to run into an ally before a horrible sensation of pressure on their leg ensued and they fell to the ground.

The two men entered the ally, panting.

"Youre a close range user." Kent said "And an easy kill. You know-" he pulled a real gun out. "My buddy's ability allows him to control the gravity of area of anything that gets shot, and right now, he can shatter your leg and shoot you in the skull right now and crush your pretty face into much."

He kicked Reader's, knowing them down as Raspberry tryed to attack Kent's stand, but it only entrapped Raspberry, causing Reader to gasp, feeling their stands chest being crushed.

"One last chance for a quick and painless death." he stated, grabbing Reader's head, "Tell us what you know-"

"AREOSMITH!" a familiar voice yelled and soon the sound of a plane firing bullets was heard, the ally getting shot up and the men getting hit.

"SHIT!" Leroy yelled, aiming his stand at Narancia, who used his stand to shoot at him, getting few more hits in. Reader gasped, seeing taht Narancia had a stand too, and tryed to pull themselves away but was grabbed and stood up, a gun to their head.

"Shoot and they get it!" Kent exclaimed, and Narancia stopped, stand still out. "That's it. . .now, tell me about the drug warehouse is and that where Bruno Bucciarati is!"

"Right here." A voice said and with the unzipping of a zipper a man in white with a Bob came through the new hole in the wall, qnd punched Kent straight in the face with his blue and white stand. Leroy aimed and fired, but Reader grabbed Bruno as they were falling and allowed him to dodge the bullets, and Narancia started firing again.

"Dont let him hit you!" Reader yelled "His bullets effect the gravity of whatever they hit!"

Bruno pulled Reader through the hole and went back out into the ally. Reader watched the hole get zipped back up as they felt themselves blacking out from the pain.

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Narancia entered the building with Bruno, the gang close behind. The two men has been part of an enemy mob, trying to worm their way in, and nasty to fight until the others came.

Narancia slid over to Reader, who was passed out on the ground. Mista whistled seeing them. "Yikes. That is gonna bruse." he said, "Are they alive?"

Bruno squated down next to Narancia, who was violently shaking his friend. He stopped Narancia and checked, two fingers on their neck. he took a breath. "Yes, but they need a docter." He picked Reader up in his strong arms and started to move to the exit, Narancia in tow, angry at himself and the two men now dead in the ally.

Fugo spoke to Narancia as they rushed to get Bruno a cab. "You both have quite an explanation to give one another."

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Tada! story done! Can you tell who my favorite bucci gang member is my favorite? This was purely self indulgent, Hope you do not mind! Let me know if I need to add more warnings!

Have a good day/night!

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Abbacchio: You have an issue. This morning I saw you drawing Yours and Reader's wedding

Narancia: actually that was our matching tombstones

Abbacchio: My mistake.

Woah. A long story it seems. Let me get myself ready.

Commentary while reading the story I like the idea of Raspberry. Sounds like a silly stand but if you know how to use it, it can be pretty dangerous (well, like any other stand xd). Narancia, you silly boy getting everything wrong and stabbed with a fork xDXD Snoop Dog and Fist of the North Star. You're someone really full of Jojo culture aren't you? xD Narancia noticing he was about to say that Bucciarati was his boss xdxdxd Come on boy, just accept that you have a crush jsjsjsjsjsj Damn this thing is about to blow!!!!! I have to say that you have a lot of creativity imaging stands!!! These are really interesting and threatening!! Bucciarati entrance Bucciarati entrance idhcjfhvbjf (love when he does that) The end, waos xD

No I can't imagine who is your favourite xDXD

Narancia is such a lovely person. He feels a lot, loves his partners and fights with all his will and power. I can really see why he's your favourite.

Nah I don't mind, continue if you would like xD This was so fun to read and to imagine!!

Not really, in fact you can write without warnings for me but it's ok if you put them for other people.

Thank you! You too have a good ... 12 am is too late in the night or too early in the morning?

Have a good day depending when you're reading this xD

"My mistake" xDXDXDXD That took me off guard.

Yes I could confirm. Your writing is really sweet and funny, just like you. It really suits you.

Have a low quality Pikachu :D

[callme-dickmaster]

Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Twelve - Those Aren't Dogs

summary: a trip to the town junkyard proves that y/n's theories about max's conspiracy friends were most definitely wrong cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, badly written action scene, kid having a crush on an 18 year old (unrequited), forcing fake nails off, demo-dogs -i think that's all- author's note: love you <3

<<Part 11 --- Part 13>>

Y/n lit up a blunt halfway there, the excuse of not being high enough for this bullshit was valid enough for her. The kids hopped off Lucas’s bike and walked the rest of the way up the hill overlooking the junkyard. Y/n squinted, spotting Steve and a younger boy pouring raw meat in a big pile in the center of the yard.

“I said medium well!” Lucas yelled, waving at the three down in the yard. Y/n smiled and waved at them, tossing her blunt to the side and following Lucas and Max. “Y/n! What are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling off one of his kitchen gloves. Y/n shrugged, “Sister’s here so… so am I,” she said. Steve seemed to cave and hugged her, “I’m glad you’re here. We could use an extra set of hands.”

Y/n smiled and patted his arm, agreeing to help however she could. She huffed out a breath and put her hands on her hips.

“So, we making a fortress or something? I’m so down for a fortress,” Y/n laughed, leaning an elbow on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiled, shaking his head and Dustin explained the plan to cover the bus for protection and try to lure the slug dog things to the yard with the raw meat.

“Sounds cool. You came up with that?” Y/n asked, turning to Dustin. Dustin smiled and nodded proudly, his gloves squeaking on his hands. “Nice. Really smart, actually…” she replied.

Dustin’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “Y-you- I- goddess!” he breathed, watching her as she went to start helping out. Y/n snickered, patting his head, and hauling a sheet of metal to the side of the bus with Steve. Y/n watched Lucas and Dustin duck behind a car to talk privately, and the rest of them got to work. Y/n grunted, hauling pieces of metal around until Dustin ran up to help her.

“H-hey. Hi,” he stuttered.

“Hi,” Y/n smirked, “I- y- Dust- I’m Dustin,” Dustin stuttered.

Y/n smiled, “Y/n. You’re friends with Max, right?” she asked. Dustin nodded happily. Y/n smiled at the boy, slowly but surely getting him to start a conversation without acting like a nervous wreck. The group all worked until the sun was setting.

Steve was set up on a barrel, hammering nails into a baseball bat. “What’re you doing, Steve?” Y/n giggled, “You already got one of those,” she said, wiggling the bat in his backpack.

Steve smiled, hammering one last nail in before he held it up. “For you,” he said. Y/n’s eyes widened, and she took the bat from him. “M-me?” she stuttered. Steve shrugged and nodded, “We can match! We’re best friends now, so I think it’s cool to match,” he said. Y/n smirked, setting the bat on her shoulder,” Who said we were best friends?”

Steve narrowed his eyes and gave her a snarky look, “I did. Now come on, bus is ready,” he said. Y/n laughed and jumped into the bus after Steve, looking around in appreciation at all their hard work. “Yep. Definitely a fortress!” she breathed.

Dustin giggled as she slipped one of the uncovered windows open. Lucas flipped open a compact mirror he clearly stole from his mom and dipped his fingers into some black paint, drawing two stripes across his cheeks. He turned his head around, making sure they were even, and he looked good. “Looks badass, man,” Y/n spoke up, putting an arm around his shoulders. Lucas grinned and thanked her, “You want some?” he asked. Y/n smiled and nodded, an excited ‘hell yea!’ following.

Lucas dipped his finger in the black again, drawing a straight line on her cheeks and across her nose. Y/n shook his hand, “Pleasure doing business with you, sir,” she chuckled.

Y/n quickly asked Steve if it was cool if she lit up, and Steve snuck a quick hit as they waited, Dustin and Lucas scrunching up their faces at the smell of the drugs. Max simply sat down against the wall of the bus. Y/n had been smoking since middle school. She was used to it.

The older teens finished off Y/n’s joint as the sky turned a dark blue. Steve being a little giggly, and Y/n much calmer than before.

As night fell completely, and the group sat in a bored heap in the bus, Y/n picked at her nails, trying to pop the rest of them off. Max winced every time she did; a loud ‘snap!’ echoing through the space. Steve sat on the opposite side of the bus, flicking a lighter over and over again.

“So, you really fought one of these things before?” Max spoke up. Steve nodded, flicking the lighter closed. “And you’re, like, one hundred percent sure it wasn’t a bear?” Max asked, “Or a dog!” Y/n piped up.

Dustin huffed and stopped pacing. “Don’t be an idiot. It wasn’t a bear. Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home,” he said.

“Geez! Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” Max said mockingly, climbing up the ladder.

Y/n smirked, figuring she said it well enough.

A sharp wail brought everyone to attention. Y/n rolled like a turtle stuck on its back and crawled over to the windows between Steve and Dustin. A small quadruped was walking slowly into the foggy clearing.

“Hey, that’s a dog, man,” Y/n mumbled, pulling Steve’s jacket sleeve. Dustin swatted her head, earning a scowl as the dark-haired girl rubbed the spot.

“He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?” Y/n whispered, looking up at Steve.

“M-maybe he’s not hungry?” Dustin tried.

“Or maybe he’s sick of cow…” Steve said, grabbing his bat and going to the bus doors.

“Steve? What are you doing?” Dustin asked, pure anxiety in his voice.

Steve looked pointedly at him and tossed him the lighter. Y/n watched him walk slowly towards the dog? Creature? Thingy. Steve swung the bat teasingly at it as he approached it. Y/n squinted, seeing something else appearing in the fog.

“There’s another one,” she hummed.

“Steve! Watch out!” Lucas screeched, “Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

Y/n huffed, “Fuck this!” she stood up, snatched her bat, and ran out of the bus. “Y/n! Shit, Y/n! Wait!” Dustin yelled. Y/n ignored him and ran into the clearing before swinging at the monster that jumped for Steve. The monster squealed, hitting the ground. It sat up, looking like it was eyeing her somehow before it’s face opened up with a loud roar.

“Holy shit!” Y/n yelled, swinging her bat down on its head. “That’s not a dog! That’s not a fucking dog! I signed up for dogs!” she screamed, hitting more monsters than either one of them could handle. “Run! Hurry! Guys! Guys, come on!” the group in the bus yelled, holding the door open for them to run into safety. They ran into the bus and jumped in, closing the door just in time as a Demogorgon slammed into the door. Dustin yelled into his headset while Y/n stumbled through the bus.

“We are at the junkyard, and we are going to die!” he yelled.

Are we dying tonight? Will I ever see my mom again? Will one of the last faces I see be fucking Steve Harrington? Y/n questioned in her head when she heard the loud banging on the roof.

Max’s screaming got her attention, and she grabbed her bat haphazardly and readied it at the monster. “Hey! You mess with her; you mess with me! Come on!” Y/n yelled as it screeched at her. She yelled back in its face. Where she got this new bravery from, she had no idea.

The creature suddenly looked away when a howl rang through the air. It jumped off the bus, following the other creatures away but they stayed alert. Y/n let go of Dustin’s hand and moved to the front of the bus to push the door open and stepped out while the others followed blindly.

“What happened?” Lucas asked. “Y/n scared them off?” Dustin offered. “No. No way. They’re going somewhere,” Steve said, turning to them. Y/n whined, flopping her arms. “That wasn’t a dog! I thought these were dogs!” she groaned. Steve snickered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Welcome to the club, Y/n.”

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[jaxteller87]

Big Papa 3

Work had been pretty busy the past few weeks for both Jax and me, and it wasn’t too often that our lunch hour matched up. If he wasn’t putting in extra hours at TM, he was off doing something for the club, but I guess that’s how it goes when you’re the VP and your stepdad is Prez. So, when I got a call from Jax saying he had a few minutes for a quick lunch, I did what I had to in order to make it happen. We had only a few minutes, so I stopped at Burgers and Sweets, picked up our go-to fast meal, and made my way to the clubhouse. I was about to tap on the door when I overheard Jax and Clay talking.

“No, Clay, I’m telling my wife I’m going to jail so she isn’t worried sick when she watches Agent Stahl cart us all over to Stockton. I want her to know it’s not real. That’s what me and Opie have been telling you for weeks! If this plan actually goes through, we don’t want our wives thinking we’re lookin’ at serious time.”

Clay had just started to respond to Jax’s comments when Chibs saw me, and I had to act like I wasn’t listening.

“Aye, love,” he said, giving me one of those friendly but awkward half-hugs. I’m sure he knew what I was doing but was trying to play it off like he didn’t notice me pressed up against the door.

            Just then, the door swung open, and Clay and Jax stood there with annoyance painted across their faces.

“Hey, guys!” I said, “I brought lunch!”

“Hey, darlin’,” Jax said with a sigh, planting a quick peck on my cheek.

“Hey Amber,” Clay put his sunglasses on, “I’ll need to take a rain check on the fast food; Gemma has me countin’ calories.”

“No problem—” I started to answer.

“Well then, no one will mind if I claim the president’s platter then, aye?” Chibs said, smiling while plucking the other bag from my hand.

“Of course not, have at it,” I said.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to hit the road,” Clay walked past us toward his bike, “Jax, you think about what I said. Amber—”

“Yea, Clay?” I responded.

“Nice to see you out and about again. You look fabulous under the beautiful, Charming sun.”

I could feel the tension between them as he mounted his bike. It was all I could do just to smile and nod thankfully.

Jax nodded at Chibs with that angry yet determined look in his eye, grabbed my hand, and led me back to his old clubhouse bedroom. I started on him as soon as he shut the door, trying to keep it civil.

“Has that greedy old bastard lost his damn mind!” I exclaimed.

“Pretty much.”

“I can only assume this has been the root of your grumpiness lately?” I asked.

“Me? Grumpy? No – never,” he tore into the take-out bag and grabbed his burger.

“Don’t really wanna talk about it, huh?” I already knew the answer.

“Not really. Just got done talking about it, and frankly, it has me a little pissed off.” He took a huge bite, almost as if he was telling me to just eat and keep my mouth shut.

            “Okay, then you listen, and I’ll talk.” I moved closer to him.

            “Have at it.”

“So, I don’t know shit about whatever the plan is here, but what I think I know is that he thinks Donna and I will blow your cover if we don’t act genuine in front of the law? Sound about right?”

Teller nods at me, taking another massive chunk out of his sandwich. At this rate, he’ll have housed the whole thing in less than five bites.

“Tell me this. When did he so damn greedy? Is this even a good look for the club? And before you go off thinking that I don’t know what’s going on, you’re absolutely right. But I do have a pretty good idea, so don’t go thinkin’ I’m just going to let this alone.”

“Okay,” he said with his mouth full of food.

He kept chewing, and I sat there, waiting for him to say more.

“Well?” I eventually pushed.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about this right now. At least give me some time to cool off. Can’t we just have a nice lunch? We never get to do this anymore.”

“No problem, I’m sorry. But later, I want you to tell me what’s been going on, deal?”

“Absolutely. Til then, what do you say we take this party out to the picnic table?” he said, taking hold of my wheelchair and leading me outside. “Clay was right about one thing, though.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked.

“You do look fabulous under the Charming sun.”

The rest of the lunch was pretty nice. We talked about nothing in particular and instead enjoyed each other’s company while catching up on current events and the gossip around Charming I picked up while getting my hair done over the weekend. As our little date was coming to an end, we both had to get back to work. We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, but when Jax leaned in close to kiss me, he playfully growled into my ear. Then he kissed my head, got up, and strutted off back to the garage.

He knew that he absolutely drove me wild when he did that, and he was blissfully aware that he was exciting me right before we had to part ways.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing, Jackson Teller.” I scowled at him.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Just you wait, mister. You’re getting it when you get home tonight,” I wheeled myself over to the car, trying not to let him see me blushing.

“Good,” he yelled back, “I hope I do!”

“That cheeky little bastard, I can’t believe he did that, “I mumbled, pulling out of the Teller Morrow parking lot.

Later that night, I was lying in our king-size bed, the moonlight shining through the window. As soon as he came through the door, I quickly reminded him that he had yet to receive punishment for his little flirty stunt at TM after lunch.

We wrestled around on the bed a little until I decided to kill the mood by once again addressing the elephant in the room.

“So, you’ve had plenty of time to cool down,” I told him.

“I guess. And you still wanna talk about it?” he asked, running his fingers down my arm.

“I hate to ruin the mood, but knowing that whatever is going on between you and Clay is eating you up inside destroys me.” I kissed his chest, doing my best to keep him calm and trying not to retrigger his anger from earlier.

“I love you, babe,” he pulled me closer with one arm.

“I love you too, big papa,” I responded.

“Can we do this in the morning? Over some breakfast, perhaps? I’m really tired, darlin’, and I think it’d be better if I slept on everything before I unbox it all.”

            “Of course,” I whispered, and we were fast asleep within minutes.

The following morning I awoke to an excellent breakfast prepared by my husband. It included all my favorites, eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit, and orange juice.

“This looks so good!” I told him, but I wasn’t willing to put off this conversation any longer. “Look, I know that I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I’m cool with that, but if something has you this upset, this worried, where you’re constantly being short-fused and lashing out, then I need-to-know.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, setting my plate down in front of me before joining me at the table. “I talked with Clay on the phone this morning.”

“And?” I pried.

“And Opie, Bobby, Tig, I, Clay, and juice will stay behind to help look after everything here, including you, Donna, the kids, and Gemma. And then— well, you know.”

“Okay?”

“I would think Clay would want us to know. I get he wants our reactions to be real, but it’s really strange to keep Gemma in the dark, isn’t it?”

“I know,” he shakes his head, stuffing bacon into his face.

“She’s like the unsung matriarch of the SOA. Is he unaware of the shitstorm he will bring on himself once Gemma finds out he’s keeping her in the dark?”

“Oh, I brought that to his attention too. As has Chibs and Bobby as well.”

“And he still thinks it’s a good idea?”

Jax nods.

“Perhaps jail will be the safest place for him once she finds out, huh?” I said jokingly.

“I’m not so sure three concrete walls and some steel bars would keep Gemma out,” he jokingly responds.

“Well, is the plan definite, or are you still working out the details.”

“Working out the details,” he said with a mouth full of food, “that’s the part we keep getting stuck on.”

“Will you tell me when you know or…?” I asked curiously.

“Of course, darlin’. Look, Opie and I have this worked out; we just need to convince Clay that it’s the right play. At the end of the day, we want to make sure you and Donna are aware of the truth.”

“I appreciate that,” was all I could think to say, being careful not to pry too much. “And Gemma? Are you going to tell her?”

“She’ll be pissed when she finds out we knew, but that’s a bed that Clay has to lay in. It’s not my place.”

            “Oh,” I took a bite of my eggs. “Can we afford this?”

“Financially, you don’t need to worry about a thing. Remember that stack of cash in the back of the dresser drawer?”

“Yea. Okay,” I nodded. “Can I ask one more question, if that’s okay?”

He didn’t say anything; he just smiled and squeezed my hand.

“How long?”

“Two months,” he said.

I kept telling myself that it’ll all be over before I knew it, but deep down, I already knew it would feel like an eternity.

[leesfics]

TOGA GOBA BOBA SHOP! (MtF) Part 1

CW: MtF

(26M)

"Hi there, welcome to Toba Goba Boba! Please take a look at the menu and lemme know what you want."

The girl at the counter was breathtaking. Her hair was long curls of purple, short, a little chubby, and a smile for days. I had heard of this shop specifically for people like me, people who dream of being someone else.

The menu was divided into three sections; Daily specials, Permanent services, and Custom. I liked the way I was now, but if I was a girl, that would sate me for a long time. I looked at the daily specials.

- Gothiccc Poppers

- Cheer Surprise

- Vanilla

- E-girls Candy

- Mommy's Cookies

So many different flavors beside them.

"What's the Vanilla flavor?"

"OH that is good! It's what you could have been if you were born without that pesky chromosome."

"What about clothes?"

"We offer basic sizing in our merch store. We have private rooms to change in."

There were so many options, my mind was drawing blank.

"Sweetie, you're overwhelmed aren't you?"

I nodded. She smiled and turned away, starting to make a drink. She worked so fast I could barely keep up. She shoved a thick needle into the drink and out came several Boba balls. She poured some whipped cream on top and handed it to me.

"This one's on me darling, please enjoy yourself in room 11."

She guided my shoulder across to the door to my left. I entered a corridor with many rooms, I carefully carried my drink over to room 11 and locked the door behind me. It was a girl's bedroom, with three full sized mirrors, a makeup desk, and a small wardrobe collection. A slot opened up in the wall with some wrapped up clothing with a note.

"It'll be okay."

I took my first drink, it was so creamy and delicious I couldn't stop, the balls sucked up into my mouth so fast I nearly choked. I lightly chewed on them as I continued drinking, sitting on the bed as I finished the whole thing. I felt incredible, and horny. My cock erected and I took off my clothes.

That's when I noticed the first difference, my brown hair was growing.

My face became mush and was being resized, I felt my adams apple slipping down into my stomach. My skin shivered as it smoothed out and removed most of my body hair. My spine shrunk as did most of my limbs. My chest felt heavy as I watched my new breasts develop into C cups. My stomach toned while my hips expanded, my butt becoming round and bigger. I finally orgasmed as my cock shot out more cum than I've ever seen. My penis rescinded quickly, dragging my balls inside a newly formed hole, becoming my uterus, ovaries, and vagina.

I breathed in deeply as my body adjusted to its new form, I stood slowly, not used to my much smaller height. I looked in the mirror and my heart dropped. I was beautiful, I was what I wanted, I cried.

After a good inspection of my body, I ran over to the makeup desk and started playing with my face, not much needed. I painted my nails a deep green. I ran to my gifted clothes and tried them on.

An adorable black tank top with a light shal, booty short jeans with fishnets, and adorable black pumps. I tied my hair in a ponytail and admired myself for a good long while.

A knock came at the door, I opened it and there stood a tall boy, blonde and scruffy. He was so fucking cute.

"Um hey, I'm Tin..Tony. Is this your first time too?" He said to me.

"Yea, I'm, Jaina."

"I found a note with my clothes saying I should meet you when I'm done?"

I ran to my note and on the bottom it said 'there's a new boy next door, you should meet him'.

I turned to see him standing behind me. I blushed as I felt a little tingly down between my legs.

"I don't really know what to talk about."

"Let's not talk then." I said as I touched his chest, feeling his abs through his button up shirt.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

Have you played Tears of the Kingdom yet? If so, what are your thoughts?

YEA I DID (haven’t finished it yet tho)

-> this ask keeps getting postponed because when it came in I just started playing for a few days and made a list of some highlights but then I found more stuff while playing and it got longer, and longer…so

TDLR

game good, I keep getting distracted by EVERYTHING, Rauru >>>> Rhoam, I like how they changed all the things that would’ve been deliberately sought out by returning players like the towns or Satori yet kept the rest the same enough to not feel alienating, Zelda‘s voice actor did not need to go that hard on the blood moon clip (though I‘m not playing with English dub since dubs are generally pretty good here which is nice :3)

Also here’s the list:

I miss my ice module anon. I miss her a lot

Also one of the new enemies gave me a total jumpscare. Like, an actual jumpscare, I was just walking around some random cave collecting stuff and then BAM. NIGHTMARE FUEL. They did not have to bring deadhand back like THAT man ;-;

LOVE the new towers, it’s such a cool way to see stuff and travel fast

Not sure if I should hate or love the fire temple- on one hand, the intended way seems convoluted af and I could not understand where I‘m supposed to go with the carts for the love of me- on the other hand, there’s so many ways to go through this dungeon on your own

Surprisingly did not run into any Redeads yet despite doing a good chunk of the maps and 3 dungeons but it can stay that way NVM I FOUND THEM. OH HECK NO.

Whoever decided one of the most horrible enemies of the entire series should be reimagined from undead corpses to the insects feasting on said undead corpses is both an utter genius and I hope they get cursed for the horrors they unleashed upon the world

Also unlike the promo art Gdorf isn’t green in the scenes I’ve seen so far which is…interesting- is that smth they did with the other versions too, and greendorf was just nostalgia bait? Is it censoring? The green just a side effect of the evil goo I haven’t seen yet? All of it?

Speaking of I THINK I JUST FOUND THE FRICKIN OOT SPIRIT TEMPLE!??? I‘d recognize that main room with the stupid middle light anywhere, took me WAY too long to figure out how to get on the middle platform-

Can’t wait to jump into a well and get jumpscared by the goo hands =)

Between Rauru‘s name, the temples, and the whole thing with Ganondorf essentially being the first part of oot all over again there’s lots of ocarinas here for something that mostly referenced skyward sword so far-

RIP Wolf Link,at least even in the Sacred Realm he still gets to hunt and bring insane amounts of meat to Link :(

Where is Kass. Seriously where is he. I didn’t find him on the road or in Rito village is he ok-

F to the Sages of Shadow, apparently they got fired

BOTW DLC ITEMS IN BASE GAME LETS GOOOOOOO

Also the details that‘re here because of botw, like NPC’s recognizing Link or that one town existing, paints a really interesting picture of the "canon“ botw run: mainly that Link did most shrines, talked to every main quest npc, helped with the town, saved his house from destruction and gave it to Zelda (or they took SO long to demolish that Zelda could buy it herself, but the first one‘s cuter)

but also that Link never talked to any other non-important npcs, and that he did the whole thing without buying a single piece of clothing other than the Hyrule set. My man did the entirely of death mountain and the desert purely by chugging potions and eating food. (And a vai outfit lying around somewhere or sold, presumably. So weird that you can sell clothing, does anyone actually do that? They’re so expensive to buy)

[tourmalinatedquartz]

Make This House A Home

Part two

Fandom: redacted asmr

Pairing: Sam/Darlin (GN reader)

Genre: fluff

Tw/Cw: none? Cursing?

A/N: someone asked if there was a part two and then this was born. The answer is now yes. I hope you like it! Please forgive any mistakes and let me know if I use gendered pronouns for Darlin. Thank you @annahhope 💕 and @dolls-circus if you liked the first part don’t miss the sequel!

“Jesus Christ…” Darlin’ mumbled when they looked directly into the industrial floor light, having forgotten it had been moved.

“Careful there Darlin’. Lookin’ into that light might be worse than lookin’ into the sun.” He chuckled a little.

Darlin’ gave a slight smile of their own, accompanied by an eye roll and a mumbled, “jerk.”

“Hey, I’m just trynna look out for you.” He threw up his hands.

“You should probably be looking out for yourself.” They gesture to his shirt. “That paint is supposed to go on the wall.”

Sam quickly glanced down at his old t-shirt. The sleeves and sides had been cut away, leaving his middle open for Darlin’s not so subtle stares throughout the night. It also had a new grey stain where paint had dripped off of his paint roller.

“You got too much paint on that. Hold on.” Darlin’ set aside their own roller and made their way over to him. Taking it from his hold they pressed it into the paint tray, removing the excess. “I thought you said you were good at this?”

“You asked me about my handyman and demo abilities not my paintn’ abilities.” He reminded them. “If you’d prefer, I can start tiling in the kitchen.”

“No.” They answered almost too quickly. Thrusting the roller back into Sam’s hand they said, “you gotta learn eventually. We won’t always want the living room to be this color.” They didn’t want to admit that they just liked having him there with them. They liked sharing this with him. But things like that never had to said between them. Sam could just tell.

A few hours later, the two stood in the middle of the room, looking at their work.

“We’ve come a long way Darlin’”. They could hear the pride and happiness in his voice.

“Yea, you’ve done good work here.” They bumped their hip into his.

“So have you. I never would have gotten all the holes in the roof patched up without your help.”

“Or the ones in the wall.” They add.

“Or the big one in the bathroom floor.”

“And you definitely wouldn’t have gotten the right tile for the shower.”

“Hey, there was nothing’ wrong with the one I had picked out! You just want everythin’ to be grey.”

“No, I just want everything to be subtle. You can’t tell me those bright colors don’t also make you nauseous.”

Sam shook his head, he never really cared about the tile or the color of the walls. He was just happy that Darlin’ finally seemed to feel safe enough, and happy enough to want something for their home. The apartment they lived in before was devoid of any personalization. Everything just felt dull.

Not that Darlin’ was dull, no, they were anything but. They just never felt like it was a home. Never felt like it was worth it to put in time and money to something that didn’t matter or something they could so easily lose. Or even worse, something they might have to leave behind. But this house was going to be different. Something better. Something permanent.

“Well, I guess there’s nothin’ wrong with grey. It goes with anythin’ really.” He relented.

“As long as you get the right undertone to match your colors, sure.”

“Alright, I give up.” Darlin’s laugh echoed through the empty space. They both took a moment to look around and remembered how awful it had been in the beginning.

Trash, building debris, mold, and all kinds of other things had taken nearly a month to get cleaned up. Then they had to tackle foundational repairs, roofing, and structural damages followed by plumbing and electrical. Finally, the pair had been able to start work on the cosmetic side of things around the middle of December. Which had been great timing. If they’d left some of those things unattended to the house probably wouldn’t have lasted through the winter.

“It’s almost ready for us to move in.” Sam pulls Darlin’ into his side. Their eyes glinted with something he rarely gets to see from them. Hope.

“But before that there’s something else I want to do.”

“Oh really? And what might that be?”

“That” they pecked Sam on the lips. “is a secret. C’mon we should clean up and get going before morning.”

————

“Keep your eyes closed.” Darlin’ led Sam by the hand to their backyard. The spring breeze carried the smell of flowers.

“I’m not lookin’. I promise.” He allowed them to pull him into the spot they wanted him and waited for their instruction.

When it didn’t come he squeezed their hand gently. “Is everythin’ okay, Darlin’?”

“Yea.” He could feel them slide around to stand behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, but leaving their head to peak around his arm. “Go ahead and Open.”

When he did, his breath caught in his throat. The once overgrown yard had been completely landscaped. The tall oaks and junipers had received a healthy trim and now held beautiful string lights. A path of stepping stones, well lit by iron lamp posts, lead through numerous different plants. Ornamental grasses, flowers, bushes, and herbs had been meticulously placed, all leading to a small pond in the center.

“Darlin’...”

“Come here, I want to show you this.” He followed them right up to the nearest flowers.

“The blooms are open.” His fingers reached out, barely brushing the delicate petals.

“It’s a moon garden.” They watch his face carefully. “All the flowers bloom at night. I know you really like the land here so I wanted you to be able to enjoy it.”

“I don’t know what to say…” He was blown away by how much thought they had put into this. From the day he told them he loved the house in passing to that very moment.

“It’s alright if you don’t like it-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Darlin’ ‘hmphed’ from the force of Sam’s hug. “This is beautiful. And I’m the luckiest man alive to have you.”

“I don’t think I’d go that far…it’s just a garden.” Darlin’ couldn’t help but feel a bit sheepish, but tried to hide it by an attempt to downplay their hard work.

“No, it’s more than that. Knowing that you did this for me. It means a lot.”

“Yea…well, I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Darlin’. And I love you.”

[anotheranimestan]

Steamy Nights

Shouta Aizawa steaminess + suggestive language

Please note that y/n is obviously of age in this one

wc: 2.4k

Tell me why I got 🦋 when writing this loll. This man is fineee

Stretched out on Aizawa’s couch, you were waiting for him to get home after another long day of teaching. A little while ago he’d given you a key to his place, which was a big surprise since he values his privacy so much. Since you hadn’t been able to see him for a few days, you figured tonight would be the perfect time to use it. Work was really taxing on him lately and you knew he was stressed. Probably over stressed. To make the most of the night, you decided to set the atmosphere.

The apartment already had Shouta’s personality all over it. Lots of dark furniture and wood. Absolutely no harsh lighting, just a few dim lamps. His walls were scattered with some paintings he’d bought on your art show dates together. Old books and blankets everywhere. His sweet cat usually curled up in her corner.

He had a drawer full of scented candles. Your favorite was the cinnamon one but he claims it’s too sweet for him. Although you highly doubted he’d even notice the difference, he just holds random stubborn opinions sometimes without any good reason behind it. Just wanting things to complain about. Most people found his pessimistic grumpy attitude unattractive but...he’s just moody. An exterior shell. Inside was was soft and sweet.

You’d just finished lighting a few of the cinnamon candles and putting on some of his favorite music in the background when you heard the door click open.

He’s always so light on his feet. Sometimes if you weren’t paying close attention he’d come in and scare the life out of you on accident.

You rounded the corner, excited to see him.

“Hey Eraserhead.”

You always called him by is pro name when he’s in his hero costume. People usually assumed it was out of respect or privacy but he knew the real reason. You were teasing him. You disliked his hero name and his hero outfit. Recalling the day Present Mic convinced him to use it, you’d pestered him relentlessly to put more effort into it. Insisting he’d regret it one day. He said he didn’t care...but now look at him.

“Please y/n, when are you going to stop calling me that?” He said rubbing his eyes. He was low energy as usual.

“After you change it.”

“I can’t change it.”

“Exactly.” You whispered smugly.

He sighed. No matter how many times you had this conversation you would always win. Rightfully but he wouldn’t admit it.

You drifted over to greet him properly. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and placing a sweet lingering kiss on his cheek.

And as for his boring, baggy costume...you understood it’s purpose. He wore it to stand out less, aiding in his fight style. But it was still a pain since you couldn’t properly hug him in it. The capture weapon was always in your face and you could hardly feel his body through the layers.

His modest attire duped most people. Making his tastefully well built body underneath a best kept secret. Which you supposed was an upside. Only you (and Present Mic for some reason) had ever really gotten to see him shirtless.

“I’m going to change.” He said kissing your forehead. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

He reemerged from his room a few minutes later. Wearing a droopy black shirt and sweatpants that were loose around his hips. You could see the dipped lines of his V. Just north was his lightly defined six pack. And just south was unfortunately concealed under black briefs and his untied waistband...

He caught you staring.

Feeling red and exposed you quickly redirected your attention to something else. “So are you hungry babe? I could make something?”

He declined.

“Okay...what about grading assignments. Do you want help to make it go faster?”

Declined again. Apparently he worked straight through lunch to finish that already.

You were beginning to feel useless. You’re supposed to be making him de-stress but it’s like he was so self-sufficient there was no room for you.

You sat next to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You brushed some hair behind his ear. His long dark hair was always messy from his constant naps. Plus, you constantly running your fingers in it doesn’t help that situation. He was quiet. Massaging his temples. You could see the tension on his face. It made your heart twinge with pain. Just then you noticed his ear fully. He had at least six piercings on this one but he wasn’t wearing any of his earrings. Usually he’d put them on when he wasn’t at work but he didn’t tonight. And you knew exactly why.

“Babe. I have an idea.”

“And what’s that?” He played along.

He would take them out when he secretly wanted one of your amazing head massages. You always focus on his ears and temples just like he liked so he’d left out his earrings hoping you’d get the hint. This man could never just ask for something in his life. Luckily you could read him like a book.

“Come on.” You purred. Pulling him with both hands off the couch. He complied wearily.

Aizawa didn’t spend much of the money he made from pro hero work on lavish things. The only times he splurged was to buy you nice gifts. However, you did convince him to purchase one nice thing for himself. You knew he wanted it anyways but was just too stubborn to actually buy it.

A jacuzzi tub. He loves hot baths after a day of dealing with his “problem children” students. It was the only thing that could get his muscles to relax. And the moisture from the steam felt nice on his eyes.

Making sure to bring a candle and the speaker with, you lured him into the bathroom.

“Want to take a bath with me?” You asked sweetly.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” A tiny smile spread on his lips. You were too irresistible to deny.

“Okay you run it and I’ll go get the wine.” You sang excitedly. “But don’t make it so hot. You almost burnt my skin off last time.”

“It felt normal to me.” He said casually.

“Yea because you’re a psychopath.” You quipped before springing to the kitchen.

You guys had two types of favorite wine. One was for your long deep discussions about art and literature. Or when asks for your advice on dealing with his students because he knows he’d just lose his temper and expel them without your ideas. And the other, the pricier and far more potent one, was saved for special moments. Just like these. You poured your glass full, of course, but you filled his to the tippy top. Not only did he need it, but Lord knows tipsy Aizawa was sexy.

When you returned, he was crouched over testing the water temperature. His face gently lit from the soft glow of the candle in the dark room.

“I made sure to cool it off. No psychopaths here.” He teased trying to sound bored. But his voice was noticeably happier than when he’d arrived.

You instructed him to take a few sips of wine, desperate to get that show rolling.

“I know what you’re doing.” He said with an amused little smile. He swapped the cups in your hands so you now claimed the full one.

“Good. So then you should know exactly how to play along.” You said as you switched the glasses back with a wink.

He sighed in defeat. But that rare smile was still adorning his cheeks. He took a few y/n-approved size drinks.

His hair was falling into his eyes again. You set your glass down on the tub edge and pulled him into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you pushed his hair back and secured it in a clip.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said softly.

“I know. Now that I have a key I wanted to come bother you a bit.”

His eyebrow raised at the word bother.

You panicked slightly. Hoping he wasn’t actually bothered that you’d come uninvited.

“That does sound like you.” He said as he kissed your nose. “I hope you do it more often.”

Your heart spasmed.

“Really? You do?” Your insecurities ears’ perked up.

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” He said in his deep sleepy voice.

A happy little smile broke its way through. You could only shrug in response.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it up slowly. Dragging your knuckles along the dips and bumps of his abs as you went. Gently you pulled it over his head. He helped by raising his arms which just made the rest of his muscles flex. Your heart started beating a little faster. No matter how many times you saw him he always made you flustered.

Your eyes were glued on him. His tattoos were now completely visible. Another best kept secret. They trailed around his shoulder, back and half his chest. You placed some honeyed kisses on his collar bones as you pulled down his sweatpants and briefs to leave him fully undressed. He was mouthwatering type sexy. The candlelight was highlighting all his high points in the best possible way. The music was perfectly complimenting your emotions and the sleepy eyes staring at you so lovingly were severely compromising your thought process. There were a lot of things you wanted to do with him suddenly but you focused your eyes on the goal here. A relaxing, hot bath.

Bath bath bath.

Reluctantly containing yourself you pried his hands off your waist and nudged him towards the water.

“Okay okay, go on.”

“You’re coming too right?” He said as he grazed your bottom lip with his thumb.

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

He laid down in the water and took some more large swigs of wine. His glass was half empty before you’d even taken your first sip. He watched you undress with intent in his eyes, soaking in every curve and dip of you as well. He reached an arm out to you once you’d fully unclothed. He wanted his hands on you immediately.

But you had a goal here. Bath. Massage. Focus.

You slipped in behind him so that he laid between your legs. His broad shoulders nearly covered your whole body when he leaned back against you.

The tub was huge. Easily fit you both and could probably add another person.

“And now for my favorite part.” You announced as you switched the tub on its low setting. The rumbling under the water sending tiny vibrating waves around the whole tub.

Definitely worth spending his money.

Your hands rubbed every inch of him you could reach. His abs, the thick muscular sides of his waist, his biceps. You alternated between hugging his neck whispering cute things in his ear and massaging him.

Of course he was practically falling asleep as you spent time on his ears and temples. His head was heavy against your chest. It was so cute. You loved when he fell asleep on you.

But you knew he was keeping himself awake. He was rubbing your legs and the backs of your thighs. Squeezing and kneading them gently. Placing kisses on your arms and hands whenever he got the chance.

After about 20 minutes and one refresh of hot water, both your glasses were empty. He’d drank most of it since he’d downed the last few sips of yours too.

Wanting to see his handsome face again you shifted and positioned yourself to sit on his lap, thighs wrapped snuggly around his waist. After making sure you were fully comfortable, he leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. He pulled you close and trailed circles with his fingertips up and down your back under the warm water. He loved the weight of you on him. You both exhaled a deep stress relieving breath.

The steam was working its magic, the rumbling of the jets felt so good massaging your legs. And his heart beat, you could feel it through his chest. It was slow and steady. Making you drowsy off him.

He noticed you were lost in thought, stroking his hair and tracing your fingers along the lines of his tattoo. He took advantage of this time to soak in all your features, watching you under drooping lashes. The flush of your cheeks, the delicate arrangement of your beauty marks. The far off expression on your face, he knew it well. He loved observing you when you were like this. You were beautiful.

“Relaxed yet?” You purred. Starting to tease him with soft kisses.

“Almost there.” He replied before catching you to deepen the kiss. Your soft skin and body heat was melting him away. He wanted more. Using both hands he pressed your back into it.

He savored your lips for a long while, becoming more and more passionate as the seconds ticked by and the wine hit his bloodstream.

You felt him shifting underneath you. Squirming slightly from the pressure that was building up. More butterflies. His hands clamped down around your hips.

“Okay your plan worked.” He smiled into your kiss. Eyes still closed.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

He tapped his finger against the empty wine glasses.

You started sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear. You knew tipsy Shouta always got turned on by that.

His arms both constricted tightly around your waist. His hips were pressing up into you now with impatience.

“Let’s go to my room.” He concluded. You giggled, causing your lips to vibrate against his sweet spot. You heard the soft moan from deep in his throat.

He stood up keeping you wrapped tightly around him, carrying you with ease.

He half-heartedly patted you both down with a towel, his hand not losing contact with your ass for a second.

Before he could whisk you out of the bathroom you grabbed the speaker and candle again.

The scent wafted into the air around you.

“Mm that smells good.” He said distracted for only a moment before his lips gravitated to your body again.

“Oh really. So you do like it.” You said with the smuggest tone. “You’ll never guess what scent it is Shouta.”

He didn’t reply. Too distracted with kissing your shoulders.

“Cinnamon.” You said with as much sass and emphasis as you could muster.

He paused. Caught. How did you always get him like this?

He pulled back rolling his eyes with a smile. Nose to nose now, you pressed him further with a smirk.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Looking directly in your eyes he said, “Mhm. Keep this same energy when I take you in there.”

And just like that he’d knocked down your resolve and your whole body started fluttering.

He carried you into his bed and you two “relaxed” for the rest of the night.

~~

😳 the way I want to be y/n.

[chaeryybomb]

BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while. 

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki 

word count: 4.5k 

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3