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wishing the absolute happiest of aro weeks to all my fellow arospecs!!! youâre the coolest people ever hereâs a dragon <3
they are the greenest of pals & latest in my cozy pride beans series- as always hereâs the links to their friends (and wow thatâs a lot of friends now): trans, ace, pan, lesbian, lgbtq+, nonbinary, bi :3
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reblogs >> likes! please donât like if you donât rb!
#aromantic#aromantic pride#aromantism#aro#aro pride#aromantic spectrum#arospec#aro week#aromantic week#aromantic spectrum awareness week#pride art#pride dragon#character design#my art?#thinking of making Two for this week bc I want to do one for the aroace flag and I donât Think thereâs a specific day/event for that?#pls do tell me if you know of one#Iâve been WAITING to get to do this one yall I started this series at the end of March 2022 and have been going âbut whenâs aro timeâ since#completely oblivious to the fact that I had already missed it for that year#iPad unbroke and when I tell you I did this at the speed of LIGHT to make sure I had it done in time#literally the only one in this series Iâve had waiting for a few days ahead of time#bc one thing abt me is I will do everything physically possible to make celebratory stuff for aro and ace events time and reason be damned#anyways I Think this guy actually brings my scheduled series to a close? Iâm definitely gonna do the aroace flag but these were all the#events I could find to make dergs for when I last looked#also if thereâs another flag I havenât done you rly want to see I have comms open so đ dm me and I can absolutely make that work#im gonna stop yelling now but first once more HAPPY HECKIN ARO WEEK#giving every last one of yâall a shiny rock of appreciation and support pls have the best of weeks u can#again. cool like potato crisp <3#cozy pride beans
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desperately wanna write a childhood friends to lovers au w chloe and red in the timeline where bridget never goes evil and is still besties w ella
like imagine all the hangouts and sleepovers they have, crying and whining when they have to be separated because red, dear, we really must return home or chloe, love, we've been in wonderland for a week already
imagine little chloe bursting into her parents' bedroom declaring that she'll always be red's knight in shining armour, because every princess, especially a crown princess, needs a knight to protect her and ella and christopher just KNOWING that chloe is gonna stay by red's side forever and ever
so they start planning the wedding with bridget, thrilled to have the opportunity to bring their families even closer together. they're gonna be in laws! a family, just like they've always dreamed.
imagine little red telling her mum that chloe has a really pretty smile and really pretty eyes, and it makes her happy to see chloe happy, and that chloe is the bestest friend in the whole wide world and bridget has to stop herself from squealing and pinching red's adorably flushed cheeks, because her daughter was so in love already, even if it was just puppy love. that doesn't stop her from screaming gleefully into her pillow later that night tho
imagine them growing up together, attached at the hip, never straying from the other's side. imagine them going to auradon together, everyone already knowing that red and chloe, chloe and red, are a package deal. you can't get one without the other, a known fact since the duo were old enough to travel through the rabbit hole on their own
imagine chad walking in on them cuddling, watching a movie and cooing at them, snapping pictures on his phone before they notice him, yelling at him to leave them alone. alright, alright, I'll leave you lovebirds alone and red flushes in mortification and shut the fuck up chad, we're completely platonic and you know this because little miss goody-goody would definitely be rougher around the edges, growing up with red, and she'd definitely cuss up a storm at chad, but she loves him, she swears, just maybe not as much as she loves red
imagine them going through all the motions of a romantic relationship, cuddles, cheek kisses, hand holding, cute dates and all that, but insisting that it's just platonic, and that's how they've always been because they're best friends and their parents are so very done with them, just praying for them to get together, and chad has even started a betting pool for when they'll realise they love each other. he thinks it'll take them until at least their second year at auradon prep - at least, it'll take chloe that long
imagine chloe and red having matching lock screens, and having each other set as their home screens as well. imagine red baking chloe anything she asks for, like peppermint cookies and flamingo feather cupcakes and blueberry muffins, because chloe, her princess, her knight, has a raging sweet tooth that red can't help but indulge every time. imagine chloe taking red on ice cream dates, because red LOVES ice cream, and refusing to let her pay for it because red was a princess and deserved only the best treatment, thank you very much and red has to point out that chloe, you're a princess too. but, red, you're the crown princess and im your loyal knight <3
imagine red finally realising her feelings and ranting at the council of parents because holy shit aunt ella, your daughter is so dense?? and christopher can't help but cringe because he knows exactly who chloe got that trait from and he's like I'm sorry but while we charmings are quite, charming, we're also quite oblivious, especially to matters of the heart and bridget can't stop laughing because darling, you may need to hit her with glass shoes for her to figure it out, which makes ella blush because that's exactly what she had to do that night at castlecoming
god I have so many feels about this I am totally normal about glassheart. final part absolutely inspired by @strugglingsapphic's recent post bc I love the idea of oblivious chloe not knowing shit
#man i love using colours it's so fun#descendants#descendants 4#descendants rise of red#glassheart#charminghearts#chloe charming#red#red of hearts#redcharming#descendants the rise of red#descendants red#descendants ella#descendants chloe#descendants bridget#descendants chad#descendants: the rise of red#chloe x red#red x chloe#drabble#prompt#chad charming#fic prompt#plot bunny
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AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.
summary: eddie taunts reader daily, but⌠she kinda likes it? just never does anything about it. not until she has to tutor him, anyway.
pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader
word count: 7,901 words
content/warnings: swearing, some angst at the beginning kinda, mention of death (barb), SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, arguing, breeding kink, hate sex, brief masturbation mentions, mocking, teasing, anxiety kinda, spitting, invasion of privacy (eddie goes through her things), eddieâs a dirty lil pantie stealer and sniffer, y/n is a c*m sl*t, bulge kink(?), dacryphilia, groping, choking, daddy kink if you squint real hard, mentions of virginity (y/n is not a virgin), pet names (doll face, princess), degradation (use of slut). i think thatâs all pls tell me if i miss anything!
a/n: i have to say tbh i donât see eddie ever being a bully so this is technically like an au!eddie?âŚbut also⌠uhhhh very hot. makes my brain wiggle with heat waves so here we are. hope you like it! <3
part two - part three
*
As if.
Itâs a simple statement, really, and you meant no harm when you said it. It was just something to be said⌠that didnât mean he didnât hear it though.
That also didnât mean it didnât tick him off.
You were surprisingly pretty to be in the geek group, but in the cruel and tyrannical world of high school girls..? Alas, no amount of lip gloss or cute skirts could free you of the fact that you were smart. Not only smart, but a geek. A nerdâwho was shy around mostâand you got along with nearly all of the teachers because of how well-behaved and intelligent you were. And, on occasionâalthough you always tried your best to not come off this wayâa bit of a know-it-all.
That was the final nail in your coffin, really. Correcting Carol Perkins in American History in front of everyone back in your freshman year. (Her sophomore year and already irritable about having to take a freshman course 2 years in a row). You meant well, but she had it out for you ever since. The tyrant, as it was, made it entirely impossible for you to make your way up the food chain.
So in your sophomore year of high school, back in Autumn of â83, you were among the peasants just like himâeven as a senior (for the first time). He took a quiet interest in you. You were cute and soft-spoken. You were a sophomore, though, and the fact that you were 15 at the time made the 17 year old scrunch up his nose whenever he remembered. He could still look, though, right? There was no harm in thatâŚ
Nancy and Barb took notice of it all pretty quickly. The way that the senior would scan over your outfits everyday. The way that he mightâve smirked a little if you had to bend over to pick something up, simply staring at your behind rather than coming over to get your things for you. The pair would exchange glances that you were adorably unaware of, over his attention that you were also so endearingly oblivious to. One day, they finally burst over it in the hallway, and he overheard.
âI think a senior likes you.â Nancy teased, gripping her Geometry textbook to her chest.
âWhat?â You had let out a slight laugh, digging through you locker. âWhat makes you say that?â
âOh my god, seriously?â Barb interjected. âArenât you supposed to be smart? Observant?â
You were all wide-eyed over that, pouty lips opening and then closing as you struggled to find your words before finally landing on a frustrated huff and a simple âShut up.â
âHe stares at you all the time.â Nancy pushed with a teasing smile.
âLike you can talk.â You teased, slamming your locker shut before resting your back against it. âSteve âThe Hairâ Harrington is totally all over you.â You smirked at the way her face instantly heated up.
âI- He- Itâs not like that.â She insisted, completely flustered. And while Barb agreed with you, she wasnât interested in letting you direct the conversation elsewhere.
âBesides heâs just a Junior. The guy who likes you is a Senior.â Nancy tacked on.
âLike thereâs really that big of a difference?â You raised a brow.
âThere is.â Barb scoffs.
âWell then if itâs such a huge deal⌠canât you just tell me who it is?â
âYou seriously donât know?â Barb questioned and the ginger-brunette pair tilted their heads while they looked at you with a sort of exasperated disbelief. You just gave them that wide eyed look again and shrugged your shoulders.
Barb broke first with a scoff and a bright smile. âEddie Munson. He stares at you all the time.â
Eddie Munson. He wasnât popular by any means, but he was still a Senior. He was still attractive to you, and could still make an underclassmen blush if he gave them any attention simply because he was older and a little dangerous. He just didnât show any interest in any of the other younger students, just a little curiosity towards you.
âEddie Munson?â You had laughed a little, which made him furrow his brows as he listened in just around the corner of the hall at his own locker. You were being dismissive out of nerves, not out of any sort of malicious intent, but thatâs not how he took your tone. After all, he was a cynical man.
âAs if.â
*
After that he was a bit bitter towards you. Then he was a little mean. And then he was just plain cruel. He was an asshole. He was a bully.
Since his interest being pointed out to you, you occasionally glanced over at him to see if he really was staring. But he either acted like you didnât exist, or whenever his gaze did meet yours the corners of his lips turned down and his brow frowned with disgust before looking elsewhere.
When Barb went missing, you and Nancy were temporarily joined at the hip in your efforts to figure out what happened. Then one day Nancy went cold on you. Started making excuses and hardly speaking to you otherwise. You didnât understand, finding yourself completely alone as you scattered âMissing Personâ posters all over Hawkins.
You had no idea what happened with Barb at the time and still had no clue what happened with your friendship with Nance to this very day. Maybe the loss was too much. Maybe Nancy couldnât handle the reminder of your perfect trio. She was always closer to Barb than you. Maybe Barb missing and then turning up dead made it too difficult for her to face you. Maybe she was all caught up in two guys being completely obsessed with her, which admittedly made you a little jealous.
Soon enough you seemed to be completely off one anotherâs radars. It made high school even lonelier for you. You eventually found some new friends in other corners of the âSmart Kidsâ lunch table, but it was never like it was with Nancy and Barb.
So by the time he started getting a little mean, there wasnât really anyone to protect you. Your new friends were skittish around the metalhead. Nance and Barb wouldâve stood up for you once, but that support system was obliterated back in â83.
So when he shoved past you in the halls later in your sophomore year, no one gave it any thought. When he was pulling your hair in your Junior year then acting all innocent when you turned around to confront him, still no one cared. Now in your Senior yearâand him in his thirdâwhenever you thought he couldnât be worse, he proved you wrong and did so with a devilish grin.
He pulled your hair. He tripped you. He stood behind you in line at lunch and would flip up the back of your skirt. He smacked your books out of your hands. He openly mocked you while leaning back in his chair at lunch with that smug look on his face. He mimicked your contributions in class under his breath, knowing youâd hear him and trip over your words. He snuck filthy messages into your locker that made your face burn with embarrassment and disgustâdisgust for him and for the way his perverted words made your thighs press together. He would speed up whenever you were walking or biking home just to scare the shit out of you. He would take any opportunity to shove you or throw things at you or press his body up against yours in a derisive and vulgar mannerâespecially in gym class. He would âplayfullyâ hump you from behind and nearly knock you over whenever you bent over and there was no teacher paying attention. Or spank you. Or pinch your ass.
He was horrible. Disgusting. Obnoxious. Crude. Vile. He made you go home with tears in your eyes most days, but the worst part was how much you liked the attention. You hated yourself for it. You wished you were running to the nearest adult to tell them every last thing he did to you. You wished you were standing up to him and calling him a disgusting pig in front of everyone which surely wouldâve pulled out some âOooâs and maybe even some of the Seniors that hated him wouldâve joined in. Maybe even had your back, even if it was temporary.
But you didnât because by now when he pulled your hair, you had to refrain from whimpering or moaning. When he tripped you, you thought of the things he could do to you now you were already on your hands and knees. When he flipped up your skirt you always gasped and shoved him away, secretly hoping heâd do it againâeven starting to wear only your cutest pairs of panties to school. When he smacked your books out of your hands, you actually liked that it was him causing you to bend over or get on your knees to collect your things again. When he decided to mock you from over at his spot at lunch, you got butterflies from the way he said your name and the way his dimples sunk into his cheeks. When he mimicked you in class, you tripped over your words because his voice and tangible presence got you all flustered and hot. When you got to your locker, you secretly hoped to see the torn off corner of some notebook page flutter onto the floor with the most obscene words. When he sped up to scare you, you thought about screaming something so bold at him that he would screech to a halt and reverse before telling you to get in his van, now.
You liked when he threw things at you like balled up paper to your cheek in class or a basketball to your side in gym. You liked when he shoved you or pressed against you because in his attempts to intimidate you with his touch and his proximity, it made your knees weak. You liked how he pinched your ass or gave it a little smack when you bent over and your teacher wasnât looking. And you loved when he would thrust up against you whenever you were bent over and there was no teacher around at all, because his bulge pressed up against you (even while he was laughing devilishly) made you ache.
He was so utterly horrible to you, and yet when you found yourself grinding on your hand at night on top of your pink, white and yellow quiltâyou were thinking about him and how mean he was. You were thinking about how mean he would be as he fucked you. Taunting you and teasing you and mocking you. You spasmed around your fingers and choked down your cries at the thought of him bullying your cunt.
It was all a fantasy, though. He never interacted with you longer than a few seconds, and was always with him in control. If you walked up to him and told him you wanted him to fuck you like the bully he was, he probably wouldâve died laughing right before your eyes and told everyone he knew about your embarrassing lust for the guy who made your life a living hell. But now you were being cornered into spending time with him, and being faced with a real-life scenario where you were together made your palms sweat.
âI know heâs a difficult young man, but if you tutor him Iâll figure something out with the principal. Some sort of extra credit maybe.â
âThereâs no one else that could tutor him?â You choked out, nerves on edge. Ms. OâDonnell gave you a sympathetic smile and shook her head.
âAll busy.â
Busy, my ass you wanted to huff out. They were probably all avoiding him like the plague. OâDonnell was desperate to get his grade up and get him out of the damn school, which you didnât blame her for, but god⌠why you?
âOkayâŚâ You relented, a sad twitch for a smile when she sighed in relief and thanked you incessantly.
âIâve already spoken to him about needing a tutor, Iâll let him know the good news, okay?â
You nodded with a meek âokay,â and tried to go on with the rest of your day as if you werenât wracked with fear, excitement, concern over your excitement. You were on edge all day, and nearly jumped out of you seat when you were called to the office over the speakers about 5 minutes to the end of your last class. You swallowed anxiously, collecting your things and trying to ignore the âoooâs over you being summoned to the principalâs officeâassuming you were in trouble.
You trudged towards your destination, pausing when you spotted him slack in one of the chairs by the front desk that he frequented more than anyone else. You considered running in the opposite direction and making up some lie to Ms. OâDonnell the next day, but then Mrs. White beamed at you after happening to glance away from her clunky typewriter.
âMiss Y/L/N! Come on in, dear.â She spoke cheerfully in a way that went through you sideways. Eddieâs eyes shot up to you, smirking around the fingernail he was chewing at and clearly considering spitting it at you if Mrs. White hadnât been paying attention. You toyed with the ends of your sleeves anxiously, listening to Mrs. White discuss the details Ms. OâDonnell had ready. What topics to go over (which was just about everything). How many times per week she wanted you to tutor him (at least once/week). The only thing left out was when and where.
âOh thatâs up to you two, hon.â She chirped. âJust compare your schedules.â
âItâs not in school? With a teacher around?â You questioned anxiously, but she was oblivious to your worries.
âNope, no need for supervision. We like to give the tutors space from the teachers while they work with others, we find that the students that need help take to that better.â
âSure do.â Eddie spoke up, and you nearly flinched at how close he sounded. You glanced over and he mustâve just gotten out of the hard plastic chair cause he was slightly leaned back to give his body a stretch causing his chest to puff out a little, his hands moving to rest by his hips as he tugged his jeans up.
âWhat? Scared of me âr somethinâ?â He whispered playfully, a hand moving up to rest over his heart as he feigned offense before his act melted away to show his usual smirk. He winked at you, and you swallowed nervously as you looked back at Mrs. White again who was blissfully unaware of his malevolence.
âSo here you go⌠those worksheets and⌠a time sheet.â The woman grinned as she placed the last paper on top before sliding everything over. âYou just have to add the dates that you study together, and you both have to sign each time. Ms. OâDonnell said writing a quick synopsis of what you went over would be nice too, but not necessary. The most important thing is seeing a difference in Mr. Munsonâs grades.â
âSounds good to me, Pam.â Eddie smiled at Mrs. White whose sunny demeanor sunk into a more serious expression while you put the papers away neatly in one of your folders.
âWhat have we talked about, Mr. Munson? Use my first name again and youâll find your butt in detention this Saturday for such disrespect. Again.â
He puts his hands up as if apologizing for his actions, but he was still grinning ear to ear. Mrs. White eyed him with a tight lipped scowl, then looked at you.
âGood luck.â
You were gonna need it.
*
The ride to your house in his rusty van was surprisingly quiet beyond his music. You were on edge which he enjoyed like always, but he was clearly saving the torment for when he was inside your home. You wished your parents were home, even if they were tucked away in another room, but they were both gone for the weekend to attend your Auntâs wedding. Not that youâd let him know that.
âWeâll be studying in the dining room. And no funny business. My dadâs in his office and he doesnât like being disturbed while heâs working.â You lied seamlessly, making your way over to the dining table, Eddie lazily sauntering along.
âOo does daddy have a temper?â He teased in a whisper. âGonna come out and spank you if you bother him too much?â
He gave you a mocking pout and your face scrunched up with irritation.
âJust sit so we can get this over with.â
âIâm sorry are you under the false impression that youâre in charge here, doll face?â He questioned, keeping his anger mostly disguised by his inquisitive tone.
âWell, Iâm the tutor so-â You scoff out, avoiding looking at him as you pulled all of your study materials from your bag.
âYeah and that means something to me becauseâŚ?â He drew out his last word as he spun on his heels and casually walked away.
âI- what-â You sputtered. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou know itâs awfully rude to have a guest and not give them a tour of the place.â He spoke casually, grabbing the ends of picture frames hanging on the walls to get a better look at them before letting them drop back again. You were hot on his heels, fixing every frame he left crooked. He paused at a picture of you from camp in a bikini with some of the friends you made that summer, smug and sucking at his teeth a little as he eyed the image of you.
âReal cuteâŚstill got it?â He looked over at you, his hair shifting over his shoulder as he eyed you. âWanna model it for me? Make all this worth my while?â
Your cheeks were starting to turn pink.
âWe have to study.â
âEh.â He shrugs, and looks over to spot the staircase behind him. He slunk around the corner and made his way up the carpeted steps.
âHey- hey! Youâre not allowed up there!â You shout after him, rushing to follow after him. He was already on the second floor when he turned and shushed you.
âDonât wanna make daddy angry, right? Heâs hard at work if Iâm remembering correctly.â He whispered with a joking concern for your fatherâs focus who wasnât even here, and you worried he knew that. He continued on along the hallway and you stayed behind him, wishing there was something you could do to get him to stop. He opened doors along the way, inspecting the interior with a mild curiosity. The upstairs bathroom. Your parentâs room. The spare bedroom. Then-
âAh, here we are.â Your bedroom at the end of the hall.
âPlease get out of my room.â You pleaded, but he continued on his quest. He looked at the makeup on your vanity, toppling some of the products over like a careless cat before moving on. He toyed with any photos in your room, sniffed at the perfume bottles on your dresser.
âEddie-â You started, clenching your jaw as he found the perfume you wore the most often and sprayed some of it on the crotch of his jeans. Then he just kept a hold on it as he waltzed around your room, spraying it several times just to waste your favorite product.
âThatâs rude.â You spoke up, your lips pouting slightly. He snickered at your comment, how you sounded like a wronged child.
âAw well if you need to touch up your perfume at all, you know where to get it.â He grinned, pointing to his groin before continuing to go through your things. The concept was strange but still made you clench simply from the thought of having to rub at his bulge to get something you wanted. He didnât waste that much of your fragrance, but the idea was still burning in your mind.
He muttered disapproving comments at the posters on your walls and the cassettes he rummaged through until he got bored. You were nervous about interfering even as he invaded your privacy, until he was opening your top drawer to go through your panties and bras.
âHey! Thatâs too far!â You gasp, rushing over to slam the drawer closed again. He shoved you back and opened it again.
âQuit being so fucking uptight.â
âQuit going through things that donât belong to you!â You talked back which was still surprising him every time you did, but certainly didnât let it show.
âYeah well quit pissing me off before I put you in your fucking place.â He seethes, giving you an angry warning look that felt like fire all over you. You wanted to cry, to tell him to stop being so mean to you, but it would be useless. Youâd just end up feeling pathetic as he laughed over your misery. You just had to stand there and watch as he kept going through your underwear drawer.
âOoh, cute. I donât think Iâve seen these yet.â He clicked his tongue and blew out an impressed breath as he held up a black lacy number. ââd love to leave some stains on these for you, doll face.â
âYouâre disgusting.â You blurt out, but the thought of his cum spurting onto your new pair of panties made you feel warm. He smirked at your frustration, tucking the underwear into his pocket.
âThose are new!â
He shrugs, shoving the drawer closed again with enough careless force to knock over a picture frame perched on top. He doesnât seem to care until heâs spinning around with his finger pointed at you and that wicked look on his face.
âYou know what, though? You bring up a great point.â He tugs the lace from his pocket and holds it up to his nose before letting out a disappointed sigh. âNow thatâs a problem. Still smell like whatever cutesy store you got âem from.â
You have a moment of hope that heâs trying to be nice and provide an opportunity to give them back to you, even if heâs going about it in a dirty way. But that doesnât last long, even when heâs tossing them back to you.
âWhy donât you put âm on for me, huh? Then when you give âem to me on my way out Iâll have proof of how fucking wet I get you.â He spoke so smoothly as he got closer to you, that it almost blanketed the filth of his words as something soft or even sweet.
âAs if.â You scoff out in a huff, and thereâs a fury to his gaze that you donât understand.
âYeah⌠as if.â He murmurs darkly, getting closer to you. You swallow nervously and take a step back. âCause fuck me, right? Iâm just some good-for-nothing asshole who you wouldnât give the time of day. Not a priss like you.â
âI-Iâm not a-â
âOh dad!â Heâs suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs in a sing-song manner, his body whipped around to face your doorway, and your eyes go wide.
âStop-â
âHey! I just wanna meet Mr. Y/L/N! Spending time with your lovely daughter!â He spoke with a passionate respect that you knew was coming from a hateful place. He had gone to your doorframe and was listening for any kind of response. A verbal acknowledgement. The sound of steps or creaking floorboards to tell him there was actually going to be someone to confront him.
His grin became devious as he went to the steps again. âHello?â He calls, dragging out that last vowel.
âWill you quit it!â You hiss, tears prickling at your eyes now at the thought of him realizing you were all alone. Just you and him. And that you had lied to him.
He was turning around, sure now that the only people in this house were you and him. His dimples were pushing into his cheeks again as he sucked at his teeth, approaching you at the doorway to your bedroom like a cocky killer. The kind that you saw in horror movies that knew they had their prey cornered and could have some fun with it.
Out of nerves and a need to keep a barrier between the two of you, you took a quick step back and went to slam your door shut so you could lock it, but he got there in time to stop in with an outstretched arm. He pushed it open so harshly that you were sure there would be a dent in your wall where the doorknob was forced into it.
God, you couldnât stand the way he looked right now. So proud. So smug. That shit-eating grin that told you he knew he was winning. That fury from before still lingering. He noticed the gloss to your eyes and tuts as a mocking pout reaches his lips.
âUpset about somethinâ, doll? Someone got you all worked up?â
You huff out your nose, your lips screwed into a frown and your eyes still stinging with unshed tears.
âYouâre so⌠so⌠mean! I hate you!â You shout, and without even realizing it you had stomped your foot at your last statement. It makes him pause, his expression unreadable for a moment as he considers everything until it all lands on amusement. He crosses his arms over his chest, grin wild and his hair flowing with him as he tilts his head with intrigue.
âDid you just stomp your foot at me, princess?â He teases, and your face feels so hot you wonder if he can see the flush of pink even through your foundation. He can. You refuse to answer him, fighting back the urge to fully cry in front of him. Heâs getting closer though until heâs brushing up against you and looking down at you. God, heâs so warm.
âAw⌠such a sensitive girl. Look at you.â He murmurs as he continues backing you two up until youâre pressed against the wall, one of those posters he disapproved of crinkling against your hair. Heâs making fun of you like always but thereâs a softness around the edges of his words. Blurred by a desire to do just about anything to you. He reaches his hand up to drag the pad of his thumb over your pouty lower lip before bringing his hand down to grasp you by your chin.
âBet your pussyâs just as responsive as the rest of ya, huh?â He whispers as he makes you look up at him. Your nostrils flare momentarily and you keep looking up at him but you still wonât speak and you still wonât let those tears fall.
âI bet your cunt is just as weepy. All hot and wet when Iâm fucking you into shape.â
You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from whimpering or letting your lips part for a soft sigh. Anything that would confirm how badly you want him to figure out just how right he is. But then his anger flares back up as heâs gripping your jaw now, squeezing just enough to make it uncomfortable.
âSpeak when youâre spoken to.â He demands in a low voice with a sort of growl to it that makes your knees weak. You part your lips as you consider answering him like youâre told, and he raises his brows while waiting. Then, in a brazen defiance, you spit in his face instead.
Heâs so solid itâs almost like he doesnât care. Not a flinch or a crack in his demeanor. Then heâs moving his hand from your jaw to your throat and gripping onto it enough that you gasp.
âIâve been spat on my whole fucking life, you think thatâs gonna make a difference here, princess? Think thatâs gonna make me respect you? Think youâre brave?â
Your hands reach up to rest over his on your neck, a mewl vibrating from the back of your throat. He leans in closer to your face, your lips parting wider as he tightens his grip.
âIt just makes me think youâre stupid.â He finishes before spitting directly into your open mouth. Heâs releasing you from his grip right after, wiping your saliva from his cheek while you catch your breath. A soft moan escapes you before you can keep it at bay and his inflated ego is tangible. Heâs eyeing you with a sort of amazed intrigue that pulls him back to you, his arms lifting to place his hands on the wall on either side of your head.
âYou like it, donât you?â He laughs and you shake your head furiously, but he isnât buying it. âYou couldâve gotten my ass suspendedâhell, even expelledâages ago. And yetâŚ?â
âI just felt bad that youâre such a fucking idiot.â
âDirty girl.â He hisses inward through his teeth as if burned by your words, but you were just egging him on.
âDo you kiss your mother with that mouth?â He wondered in a soft tone, hand back to your jaw as you stayed quiet. âWill you kiss daddy with that mouth?â He added with a lazy grin, exuding dominance and arrogance.
You became a little slack jawed at the implication, and he was on you. Hand still on your jaw, he pressed his lips to yours. You feigned protest at first with a few kicks and smacks, but then he had your wrists pinned against the wall and you sunk into the kiss. He kept you pinned for a few moments, until he was sure you were relaxed. He dropped his hands down to completely engulf your waist in his arms, and keep you pressed against him. The kiss was filthy with anger-fueled lust and slips of moans on your end and grunts from his.
âI hate you.â You whispered in between kisses, his hands moving to grip your ass now.
âYeah you do.â He chuckled proudly against your lips before beginning to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, hands settled on his muscular back as he sucked and bit at your neck, messy hair tickling you. More sounds slipped from you with no attempt to hold them back, a teary whimper hanging on your lips after he bit down on your neck hard enough to pull a yelp from you.
âGonna mark you all upâŚâ He muttered against your skin, making your head swirl.
âGonna have you walking into school and have everyone know who you belong to.â He pulled back now, breathless and his full lips all pink with attention. His eyes were dark with lust, and it all made you whimper. The sound made him laugh in disbelief.
âYeah? Such a slut. Bet you canât wait to walk in with my hickeys all over you. Might even fuck you in the back of my van beforehand. Make you go to class full of my cum.â
You almost canât believe him or yourself as you nod your head dumbly with a desperate pout. He groans at the sight and pulls you to him again, his lips back on yours as his hands reach down to hook under your thighs and lift you up. Youâre quick to wrap your legs around his waist, a soft cry escaping when he starts grinding against you. Heâs so hard and feels so pressed into his jeans, youâre both afraid and alight at the thought of just how big he probably is.
Eddie made his way over towards your bed until his legs made contact with your bed frame. He pulled away from the kiss to drop you on the bed carelessly. You lifted your torso up by digging your elbows back into your mattress, legs bent up at the knee and parted for him while you watched him undo his belt. He noticed you staring, and his gaze traveled along your form. Your knit sweater. Your pleated skirt.
âTake that shit off.â He said with a slight jut of his chin in the direction of your top, hands paused at the waist of his jeans and boxers. You hesitated at first, mostly at his hesitation to pull down his bottoms, but also out of nerves that your body wouldnât be good enough. He made fun of you for just about everything. Surely he would tease you for that too.
âDid I fucking stutter?â His voice rose just a touch, his expression showing his impatience. At that your eyes went a bit wide again, and you lifted your sweater over your head and then the t-shirt you had on underneath. His hand was under his undone jeans, palming himself through his boxers as he looked over your naked torso.
âBra too.â He murmured, and your nerves subsided from the way he looked at you. It was all hunger and lust and some impatience, but that was common. But no mockery. He wasnât gearing up to make fun of your body cause heâs been waiting to see it. It was even better than he imagined, and he stopped a groan in his throat when you unclasped your bra and put it off to the side.
âFuckâŚâ He sighed out, squeezing his hard cock in his fist. You arched your back, which he initially enjoyed, until he realized your hand was moving to unzip the back of your skirt.
âHey.â His harsh tone broke through, his free hand slapping your thigh. âDid I say take the skirt off?â
Your lips parted, and he jerked his head forward with a wide, frustrated gaze. It was as if he was saying âHello? Earth to Y/N?â
He rolled his eyes as you shook your head no, and moved your hands away. He muttered under his breath and settled himself between your legs before deciding you werenât close enough. His hands grasped your thighs to pull you closer, a surprised giggle bubbling in your chest from the action. He didnât acknowledge it because he was trying to not let it show that it made him want to smirk. Just like when you get all teary-eyed. Or stomp your feet. Or finally get enough nerve to talk back. Even getting a giggle out of you made him smug, despite the fact that he had only ever seemed to enjoy making you miserable.
Eddie flips your skirt up onto your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of the light blue cotton panties he had already seen in the lunch line today. He finally tugged his jeans and boxers down below his balls, and started pumping his dick in his hand. Your nerves lit up at the sight of itâthick and with a bit of a curve to it. You wanted to see more of him, but the likelihood of that was slim to none. He enjoyed the control he had in this relationship, and that meant he liked having you almost completely naked in front of him while he was practically still dressed. He smirked as pre-cum beaded up on his tip and let it drip onto the fabric of your underwear. He dipped down to drag his tip along your covered slit to make a mess of your panties with his pre-cum. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip whenever he nudged your clit.
âI like these pantiesâŚâ You complained, knowing how much better it would be for him to ruin a pair of underwear you love.
âAwâŚâ He tutted, leaning over you as he mimicked the pout on your lips. âDonât tell me that cause then I might have to cum all over them. âN I thought you wanted it inside.â
You mewled again, nodding your head which he mimicked too. The little shake of your head, the sound you made.
âSuch a whiny, needy girl.â He said as if he cared. He hooked a finger under your panties and tugged at them, fighting the fabric over your legs one handed before holding them up to his nose. His eyes were trained on the sight of your sopping pussy as he breathed in, his cock twitching in his fist. He cursed under his breath, only pulling the fisted cloth away to stuff into his back pocket. His now free hand moved forward to drag his fingers through your slit, proud to feel how soaked and puffy you were already.
âYou a virgin, doll?â He purred, tilting his head with a sickeningly sweet grin, the curled corners of his lips devilish. It was saccharine and mean. He figured youâd say yes because no one at school seemed to want you, but then you shook your head.
You lost your virginity at that summer camp you were at in the picture he was ogling earlier. It was awkward and felt strange, and you didnât have much experience beyond that, but you werenât a virgin. You thought heâd like you better this way anyways, already ready for him to fuck, but it ticked him off.
âNo?â He asked, pushing two thick fingers into your cunt and making you gasp. The pressure on that sweet spot right at your entrance was buzzing with pleasure, but it still ached a little. âGuess youâre the little slut I always thought you were, hm?â
He was pushing his fingers in deep and curling them up into that spongy spot that made you whine and your thighs tremble.
âWho is he?â Eddie urged, his expression back to the irritation you were familiar with. You werenât answering, all of your focus on his thick fingers and the rings that adorned them pinching the edge of your entrance.
âWho. Is. He?â He repeated, moving his face a bit closer to yours in bursts with every word, his head tilting to the left then to the right then back to the left to punctuate his words. He was slowing it down for you like you were dumb, and his fingers stopped movingâall of this making you huff.
âNo one-â You whine hopelessly, and he was starting to pull his hand away but you shot yours out to grip his wrist and keep his fingers deep between your legs. âNo one, no one important.â You continued. âIt was at summer camp, heâs not even from here. Please-â you nearly sobbed, and it was enough to make the man groan as he leaned over you.
âOh⌠please what, doll face?â He murmured, hand that had just been wrapped around his dick sinking the mattress down beside your head.
âPlease- please donât stop.â You whimper softly and he smiles sweetly down at you while pulling his hand away anyways. It was just for a second, enough to make you want to cry, but then he was plunging them back into your fluttering hole again. He added a third finger, barely giving you even enough time to enjoy the first two, the stretch making your lips part a little.
âGod, youâre desperate.â He snorted, his hand angling a bit differently to let his thumb catch your clit. He watched with pride as your head tilted back and your back arched. Your thighs kept twitching and your walls were clamping down around his fingers more and moreâhe could tell you were close.
âEddieâŚâ You drawled, breath catching as your body braced itself for the mind-altering pleasure of your orgasm, but just as you approached the topâhe pulled his hand away. You let out a distressed cry that made him laugh. He cooed at you, his hand that had been pumping his cock moving to rest on your cheek. Knowing where it had been made it even better, made it filthier. It made you wonder how many times he had just touched his dick before touching you.
âThatâs for letting some random loser fuck you.â He whispered after leaning down so close that his nose was occasionally brushing against yours.
ââm sorryâŚâ You whine, tears of pleasure and pain having already slid down from your eyes and back towards your earsâleaving your hair damp and cold.
âYouâre sorry, what?â He urged, nudging his tip against your folds.
âIâm sorry I let someone else take my virginity.â You were a blubbering mess, teary-eyed and needy.
âYouâre gonna make up for it, though, right?â He purred, his tip already pressing into you and you nodded enthusiastically with a cry, your hips twitching forward.
âThatâs my girl.â
Your lips parted, your lower lip quivering when he pushed into you until his hips were flush with your ass. You let out a sort of choked whimper and he groaned.
âFuck youâre tightâŚâ He sighed with content, sliding back before sinking back in until his tip was kissing your cervix. âNot even a virgin and Iâm still gonna have to work to split this cunt open, huh?â
He was grinning again over that, over the grip your walls had on him from such a foreign stretch. It ached in the best way possible except for the occasional thrust that pinched and made you yelp out a small âow.â
âS-so big⌠youâre so bigâŚâ You babble, your mind fuzzy. Your pupils were all blown out and you watched him fuck into you like it was the best dream you ever had. You eventually tilt your head back, letting out a happy hum as your hips push outward to feel him as deeply and as harshly as possible. He mimicked the sounds you made and the expressions you made from his thick cock hitting all the right places and stretching you enough that you knew you were going to be sore. All day tomorrow you were going to get brief pangs of aching that would remind you of how full you were of Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was all you could focus on, and you didnât even realize you had been whimpering his name over and over under your breath until he made fun of you for it.
âFuck you.â You huffed defensively, only for his amusement to bolster.
âHa!â He cackled right in your face as you looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. âAlready are, sweetheart.â
Soon enough your sounds annoyed him though, especially the more demanding they got. Harder. Faster. Slower. More. Please. So he flipped you over onto your stomach and had his hand on your head to press your cheek into the mattress as he mounted you againâall with a casual âGod, just shut up.â
At this new angle he was driving into you with a force that reverberated throughout your whole body every time he slammed into your cervix or that gushy part of you. You felt dizzy and breathless, every stroke of his cock against your ridged walls shooting off sparks. After being so close just from his hand to now, you were steadily approaching an orgasm againâjust praying heâd let you keep it this time. He mustâve noticed because his free hand was reaching down to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sound of skin smacking, the tired springs of your bed squeaking, Eddieâs panting and grunting, the chain of his wallet clinking every now and then, the wet and pornographic sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussyâit all seemed so loud for a second and then felt muffled the next as you came undone around him. You moaned out his name, whimpering cries on the tail end. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, clamping down and then blossoming back open then clamping down again in a mind-swirling rhythm.
âThatâs a good girlâŚâ He purred in a way that mightâve been too sweet from him if it wasnât laced with a condescending tone. âGonna cum in you, âkay?â
âUh-huh-â You moan, body aching as he picks up the pace again, fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip. You canât see him, but his head is tilted back completely blissed out as he fucks into you. You felt amazing, even better than he imagined which was pretty damn astonishing considering the pedestal he already had your pussy on in his imagination. He was so close, and a brief thought of getting you pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. He was mean. So fucking mean. That was the most devious thing he could do. Fill you up and make you all round with his kid.
âShit-â He pants out. âGonna fill you up, babe.â
âPlease-â You beg, pulling an incredulous chuckle from him.
âSuch a good girl⌠always take everything I give her.â He breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and your bed, his hand moving your hair away from your face. âTakes everything I give her at school, and sheâs gonna take everything I give her in her bed, isnât that right?â
âYes, please-â You sob, gasping out with the next few sharp thrusts against you until there was this warm feeling blooming inside you as he groaned against your back. He gave a few more thrusts after cumming inside, letting out happy puffs of air. You remembered how content that guy was when he unloaded into his condom inside you in camp. That blissful look on his face before he pecked your lips then lied next to you. Eddie didnât bother with a condom, didnât press a little peck to your lips and he wasnât so quick to pull out either. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up deeper into you, pulling a gasp from you which made him smirk against your skin.
Eventually he leaned up to bite your shoulder and then he slid out of you. You were still a little out of it, purring out a whiny hum as you nuzzled your quilt. Your legs were still spread and slightly bent up while you laid there on your stomach, and as he adjusted his softening dick back into his boxers he saw his cum slowly started to seep out of you and onto your comforter. Ever the gentleman, once his pants were zipped back up and his belt was buckled he landed his palm on your ass cheek and turned you over as you huffed over the action.
âSee you Monday.â
âBut we⌠we have toâŚâ You fought to find your words through the haze. Study. You had to study.
âBye, doll face!â He called out as he made his way downstairs.
You pouted a little, wanting to beg him to come back and stay with you. Maybe even go another round, but you were so spent that you just laid there.
When you got your energy back enough to force you to get up, you went to pee and clean yourself up before heading downstairs. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you made your way over to your backpack and you spotted the writing on the time sheet. A smile tugged at your lips. Instead of the date he wrote his phone number, and for the synopsis of todayâs tutoring session he wrote âsex edâ with a winky face, and then signed where he was supposed to.
God, you were so fucked. And you were going to need a new time sheet.
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the boy from second period
nsfw. mdni. warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, emo oc being delulu, mentions of self harm, brief smut but youâll most likely miss it if you blink lol, you get the picture.
authorâs note: the yandere in this is just an oc i whipped up for the sake of writing some yandere!emo boy hcsâ đâđť but if iâm being honest, this is more chronological ďżźhc stuff. from where he first met you to now.
⢠elijah was never much of a romantic. in fact, he cursed the name of loveâŚfrequently. it was becoming more of a hobby as of late. he was exhausted tired of spending valentineâs day alone, having no one to spend time with during the holidays, or spending so much money on promposals or simply ask someone to a dance only to have them reject himâŚ
â he swore that he wouldnât lose himself and not develop some crush to save himself from the embarrassment of his affections getting denied. lord knows that he canât handle rejection well, as he tries to open a vein every time he doesâŚthings were better this way.
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⢠that was until a few weeks into his senior year when you suddenly moved from (your school name) to his: willowbrook high.
⢠he only knew you were new because in the middle of his second period, you came in with a schedule in hand, asking if this was english 11 with mrs. hadleyâŚit was. of course it was.
â at first, elijah paid you no mind. he mentally sorted you into a category with how he saw the rest of his classmates. a waste of his time.
⢠it didnât help that mrs. hadley decided it was a great idea to sit you with elijah, given that he sits at a table by himself in the corner of the room. he felt almost embarrassed when he was called out and it wasnât like he could just say âno,â especially not in front of all these peopleâŚso, he endured it.
⢠for now
⨯ . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. ⺠⌠⚠. * ęł âŚ âš â¨Ż . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. âş âŚ
⢠what followed were two excruciatingly long weeks for poor elijah. the only times you two talked were brief. i mean it. đĽ˛
âhey!â
ââŚhello.â
âhow are you doing?â
âfine. you?â
âiâm good. thanks for asking.â
⢠âŚand then fate had a funny way of twisting things! aka mrs. hadley assigned a partner project to the class, but the catch was that she already picked who people were going to be paired with and shockingly (yet he could see it coming from a mile away), you and elijah were picked to be each otherâs partners.
â it flipped his world upside down, completely blindsiding him because this could only mean one thing: elijah was going have to step out of his comfort zone and to be forced to spend more time with you, primarily outside of school. yikes!
⨯ . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. ⺠⌠⚠. * ęł âŚ âš â¨Ż . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. âş âŚ
⢠even though it took a little time, you and elijah started talking more, both outside and inside of school. it even got to the point where he feared that he had grown attached to you, but thatâs just crazy talk!âŚright?
⢠he would even find himself stalking your socials to learn more about you as a person, so he knows what to not do casually bring up the next time he sees you
⢠he hated to pat himself on the back, but elijah has deemed himself as the first official friend that youâve made ever since you came to willowbrook
â but this didnât mean that he didnât get jealous.
⢠you always had ideas on how you two could spend more time together such as giving each other playlists for song recommendations, going to the movies, things like thatâŚbut elijah didnât like whenever you suggested doing something that concerned more than just each otherâs company. crowds.
â he fucking hated crowds, mainly the schoolâs football games because it meant that your undivided attention wouldnât constantly be on him.
â and it doesnât help that you are oblivious to his blossoming crush on you and start to swoon over the cute band geeks or football players. elijah felt like a sore thumb, someone not worthy of your timeâŚeven though he knows deep down in his heart that you and him are meant to be together.
⢠if there is a point where he catches you talking with another guy, elijah will give him the nastiest look in all of existence.
â there are a few times where elijah has just flat-out lies to a few of your classmates and told them that you and him were dating just so they would back off. there have been lots of close calls.
⢠heâs one clingy bastard. heâll admit that outright.
⢠after dropping you off at home, elijah will return to his house feeling pent up, and if that happens, heâll l do one of two things:
use a sharp kitchen knife to carve your name into the thick of his pasty thigh. he will even make sure to cut a giant heart around it for extra gusto. and, yesâŚhe does take photos of his beautiful work. he wants to send them all to you, desperately, but knows that theyâll only scare you off.
wank one off to some photos of you that you either posted or took himself, or into one of your undergarments that he was able to steal. stillâŚhis hand and your underwear pales in comparison to what pleasure you could give him. elijah wants to feel your warmth. cuddle you closely and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he presses his naked body against yours.
⢠he wants you so badâŚ
⨯ . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. ⺠⌠⚠. * ęł âŚ âš â¨Ż . âş âŚ âš ęł âş â§ â¨Ż. âş âŚ
⢠unfortunately, all good things canât last forever. the time for the project ended and as expected, you two passed with flying colors, but this didnât mean that you and elijah stopped contacting each other completely, but it wasâŚdifferent. different from what it was.
â elijah didnât like that. not one bit.
â he wants to be your boyfriend. he wants to be your boyfriend. he wants to be your boyfriend. he WANTS to be YOUR boyfriend!
⢠he has even taken up photoshopping as a hobby, so he can edit him into every single photo you have posted. oh, he canât wait for the day where nothing but your beautiful face fills his camera roll.
â wellâŚmore than it does now anyway.
⢠thatâs when he had an epiphany. there is a school dance coming up. as much as elijah didnât want to blow through his money, he knew that you were worth it. all those lovely conversations you shared with him couldnât be for nothing, right? you MUST like him back.
⢠and thatâs how he spent the next few nights, thinking of ideas for the board and when he finally had an idea of what he could do, he wasted no time in making it for you.
⢠when elijah got to school, he made sure to ask you in the morning since he didnât want to be holding the board the entire day.
⢠butâŚ
⢠you immediately shook your head when he popped the magic question.
⢠he instinctively laughed at this, but not in a condescending way. he just didnât understand why you were doing this to him. all eyes were on him, not you. you like him back, donât you, so why are you toying with him?
⢠seeing that elijah clearly wasnât getting the hint, you verbally say that you donât want to go to the dance with him which causes him to freeze up like a scared goat.
⢠youâre shitting him, right? RIGHT?!
you. bitch.
youâre going to regret saying no to him.
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pairing: fwb!james x reader
word count: 1.5k words
warnings and contents: for my friends with benefits james there is no smut asdfghjkl, hurt, jealousy, FLUFF
you're sitting in the great hall eating breakfast and you spot james across the hall with all the other gryffindors. you're unable to stop your lip quirk upwards as you hear his boisterous laugh, which you guess is due to some joke or prank he's retelling.
your small smile drops as you see lily evans walk up the marauders. you've never had a problem with her, she is a popular gryffindor that is friendly and works well to get top marks but the way she's walking up to the marauders, looking at james determined and with a mission, fills you with slight dread. if you were completely honest you felt she spent more time with james then necessary, especially considering how they've got their own friends and how many times she turned him down in the past.
the hall is already pretty quiet due to everyone already have eaten and a lot of people stop their conversations or lower their voices as they see lily go up to james. everyone in every house knows that's irregular. for the previous years of hogwarts james followed lily everywhere like a lost puppy always asking her out and coming up to her but he had stopped. no one knew why. it was because of you.
because the hall became so silent you heard what evans asked james and you wished the hall was louder, you wished you didn't hear, you wish you were somewhere else, anywhere else, you started to become sick as she asked james if he's free this weekend to go to hogsmeade. "i don't know, i think remus has to study but i know sirius and peter are free too. are all the other girls going?" at that moment it's hard to tell if he's actually oblivious or if he knows exactly what she's asking him but he's choosing not to answer. he has a smile on his face but even from a distance it looks a bit forced to you.
if you were anyone else you would lean to the fact he's being oblivious but you're not anyone, people always underestimate james and you have a feeling james knows exactly what she's actually asking but for some reason he's pretending that he has no clue what she means but you don't know why he'd do that. james is kind and wouldn't want to embarrass someone so publicly but at the same time you're unsure of why he'd be so sure of turning her down but the fact that he is does makes you incredibly happy, you won't tell him that though.
"oh, i don't actually know what the girls are doing. i meant just us two. like on a date?" lily asks him, not wavering at all even with what james has previously said.
james sighs under his breath. "i've got things to do, you should go with someone else."
"what about another weekend?" lily asks, hopeful and you don't blame her for that, anyone would be hopeful asking out someone who in the past asked them out every other day.
"lily, i'm sorry if i'm hurting your feelings but i don't want to go on a date with you," he tells her and you can see that he's trying to be as nice as he can be in a situation like this. no one caught on to the fact that james said that he's only sorry that he's hurt her feelings, he's not sorry for not wanting to date her though, like it's not even an option on my mind, he's not entertaining the thought about going on a date with her, you don't catch on, lily doesn't, the marauders don't, no one does.
everyone is stunned, they thought for sure he'd say yes, he has been pining after her for so long and most people just thought he started playing hard to get, giving her some distance until she recognises how much she misses him but that wasn't true at all. lily never crosses his mind anymore, why would she? he has you. you're all he thinks about. yeah at one point he fancied lily but he loves you.
after a couple beats lily replies with an, "oh, alright then. i guess i'll see you in the common room." this time it's lily that forces a smile. james doesn't respond. she has just been rejected and it's making her feel dejected, not only does james not want to go on a date with her but he doesn't want to hang out with her either. the whole time she thought this was some ploy from james to get her attention but she realised she was wrong. he has no interest in her at all.
as soon as lily's out of earshot and going out of the great hall you hear the loud voices of james' friends. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT PRONGS? DON'T YOU WANT LILY ANYMORE?"
"that was mean james, you didn't have to reject her in front of everyone."
"YOU DON'T WANT EVANS? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME. CAN I GO FOR HER?"
"i've got to say i'm surprised to prongs, i never thought you'd shut lily down like that. she really does like you and if this is some trick to get her to like you more, don't do it. she talks about you a lot."
james interrupts his friends knowing this could go on all morning and knowing that you're definitely hearing all this, worried you might be getting the wrong idea. "you can go for her pads, it's none of my business." they all look even more shocked as they hear this but he carries on, "i have no interest in lily whatsoever, yes i used to but i moved on from that. i didn't try to be mean peter but she wasn't taking a hint, i kept trying to tell her no and to let her down gently and moony honestly you shouldn't be surprised if anything it's more surprising that this hasn't happened sooner, me and lily have absolutely nothing in common and we can barely hold a conversation together that last more than ten minutes."
they're all rendered speechless at james as they realise he is 100 percent serious about this. no matter if lily chases james just like he chased her his answer will always be the same, no.
in james' eyes lily doesn't hold a candle to you.
he flicks his eye to where you're sitting and you briefly make eye contact. james was feeling in a bit of a negative mood after what happened but that immediately changed when he glances at you to see that you're already looking at him. you see a stupid grin appear on his face, uncontrolled and automatic, you quickly look down knowing that you've been caught watching him. as you're looking down you smile at the whole situation. james told lily no, and he said it so certain like nothing could change his mind. that absolutely stopped the sicky feeling you had. no one would notice you smiling as you're looking away from everyone but james knew that's what you'd be doing.
james wants to grab your face and lift it up so you're looking at each other again, he already misses your face and the colours of your eyes and it's only been a second since you've looked away from him. he wants to see your bashful smile as you try to look away from him again but he'll just place hundreds of kisses all over your face instead. he wants to desperately tell you that lily doesn't mean anything to him, you have gotten jealous on occasion due to lily even if you deny it, hopefully this might help. he wants to tell you that there's nothing to be jealous about. although you both know that he'll likely tease you about how you was "staring" at him the whole time when he turned down lily.
"what the fuck are you grinning about james?" remus asks, he seems the most annoyed with james about how he handled the situation, remus and lily are study buddies so they are actually good friends and he's known for awhile how lily has felt about james he's just always thought james still feels the same way, he thought it was mutual.
james snaps out off his thoughts of you, not wanting the marauders to question him about you. "nothing important," james replies, not looking back at you.
he hopes that he'll have the chance to talk to you today, even if it's for five minutes. maybe you'll talk about your plans for the weekend and you can try and find time to get together, maybe you'll tease him and say lily invited you to hogsmeade while you were at dinner.
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kitten
ABOUT
alternate title: the pet name 'kitten' is gross when used by men but it's cute when a woman nami says it
rating: general audiences
characters: live action!nami | fem!reader | live action!roronoa zoro
pairing: live action!nami x fem!reader
word count: 4.4k
description: nami is aware you've got a crush on one of the straw hats, and she's determined to find out whoâbut she's completely oblivious to the fact that you actually like her.
tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, fluff, kissing, confessions, no use of ây/nâ, pet name "kitten", banter, absolutely tooth rotting amounts of fluff, a little bit of (affectionate) zoro slander
authorâs note:Â i interrupt your regularly scheduled zoro fic posts to provide you with a sapphic nami oneshot instead because she is my wife and i love her dearly.
zoro accidentally popped up a bit too much in this because he's always on my mind. my apologies <3
Youâd always liked astronomy. The current-world navigation had nothing to do with the stars, really; at least not when it came to the Grand Line. Unnatural magnetic fields and the odd weather was reason enough for thatâbut celestial navigation wasnât even often used in any of the four quadrants. Too finicky, people would say; you know the practice had stopped being in use in the Marines years ago.Â
Nami knew it all, though. She was the only one of the Straw Hats who could read the stars, the sky spreading out as a map that only her eyes could read.Â
Your interest in it had always been more⌠artistic. While Nami babbled on about angles and reference points and sextants, you liked to talk about the planets and heavenly bodies blanketing the sky. It was dusk, and the sun was kissing the horizon good night, dull hues of pink and orange spreading alongside the sea with a golden shimmer as it tucked safely away.Â
Youâd been lying out on the main deck for a good few hours, stretched like a cat along a hammock youâd strung up forever ago, when you heard footsteps.Â
âThere you are, kitten,â Nami said with a laugh, and you sat up to appraise her. The evening glow cast fire to her orange hair, a blazing halo surrounding her head and painting her skin over in gold dust. âIâve been looking all over for you.âÂ
âHi,â you said with a soft smile. âWhat for?âÂ
âWell, for one, you missed supper.â Nami gingerly took a seat on the side of your hammock, the canvas cloth rocking from side to side with the motion. âAvoiding your crush again?âÂ
You let out a sigh, half-exasperated as your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth. You nibbled at the flesh there, not responding. Nami had figured out a few weeks ago that you had a crush on one of the other Straw Hats, and she brought it up every so often, although all it did was cause a crease in your brow bone and a flicker of annoyance on your face.Â
âWhat, am I not supposed to bring that up?â Nami teased. The light shone in her crystal blue eyes, clear like the sky during midday, not a cloud in sight. âYou still havenât told me who it is.âÂ
âBecause youâll pull something if I do!â you protested. âDonât try to deny it, you conniving little witch.âÂ
Nami gasped in mock-offense, a hand plastered to her chest. âAnd destroy your dignity like that? I would never.âÂ
âI donât trust you,â you answered, and Nami clicked her tongue. âWhat did Sanji make?âÂ
âFish. Soup. Rice.âÂ
âYouâre so undescriptive,â you said with a wrinkle of your nose. Nami just laughed.Â
âNot everyone can be as artistic as you, kitten. Come on, everyone left the kitchen already. You donât have to worry about running into your mystery man.â She winked at the last sentence, and your breath caught. Nami seemed to notice, because she laughed, stepping up from the hammock and grabbing your hand to help you off. âYouâre hilarious.âÂ
âI didnât say anything!â you protested. Nami just gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes, but let her drag you along the ship until you reached the kitchen. âYouâre so mean to me,â you said, slumping into the nearest chair available.Â
âMhm. Here.â Nami started serving up a plate, loading it full of food before passing it over to you. It was quickly joined by a bowl of soup. âEat. Weâre docking tomorrow, so you should get your energy up. Weâre going shopping.âÂ
âShopping for what?â you asked, bringing the bowl of soup to your lips. Seaweed. âIf you say rope and boat parts Iâm going to scream.â As much as you liked the pirate life, there was only so much of the technicalities you could take. You werenât very much a practical soul, lumped in very much with Luffy when it came to your general attitude of your job description. Pirating consisted of adventure and art, in your opinion.Â
âRope and boat parts,â Nami said with a straight face. Sheâd always been the exact opposite, all focused on maps and making sure everything was running smoothly. âWell, only partly. Iâve been sent to go clothes shopping too. And to pick up a few other supplies.â Her eyes sparkled. âYouâre coming with me, right? Well, unless you want to join yourâŚâÂ
âShut up,â you said, making a face at her as you set your bowl down. Nami just laughed.Â
âJust putting it out there, kitten. Iâm sure you might be more interested in going with Usopp to talk to the stevedores. Or Zoro to the local tavern. Or Sanji for theââÂ
âNope, nope, and nope. Iâm going with you,â you said firmly. There was a whisper of a smile at your lips, but Nami didnât seem to notice it. âAnd I still donât get why Iâm a kitten.âÂ
âBecause,â Nami answered, propping her elbows on the table as she gazed over at you. âIâm the cat burglar. Youâre the kitten.â
âWhy isnât Luffy the kitten?âÂ
âLuffyâs the captain, and I donât like him as much.â Nami straightened, starting to clean up around the kitchen and load the abandoned dishes from when everyone else had eaten into the sink. You smiled at that. âYou donât like him, do you? I feel like you could do so much better.âÂ
âMy lips are sealed,â you answered. Nami gave you a sidelong look.
âThat better not be a yes.âÂ
You just shrugged, raising the bowl of soup again and finishing the rest of it before turning to the rice and fish. âLetâs not talk about it. What about you? Any romantic prospectsââÂ
Nami turned so abruptly you almost choked while eating. âI just barely started learning how to make friends. Maybe we wait a few months before we get to that,â she said. You coughed, palm pressed to your lips as you cleared out your airways.
âOkay. Aggressive.â
Nami scowled. âThat was not aggressive.âÂ
You pulled a face. âKinda sounds like you have something to hide, Nami,â you teased, and although you didnât actually expect her to react, she did. To your surprise, Nami turned away again, the very edges of her face pinkening. You stared at her, heartbeat slowing to a steady thud in your chest. There was a faint taste of panic at the back of your throat, slightly sour and acidic like blood or rust. âUm, what was that?âÂ
âWhat was what?â Nami asked evenly. Too evenly. You gaped at her back, organs wobbling precariously inside of your chest.Â
âThatâthing.âÂ
âKitten, if you want me to understand what youâre talking about, youâre going to have to be a little clearer than that,â Nami said smoothly. âNow itâs getting dark. You should get to bed. Last chance to shove yourself with your crewmate of choice.âÂ
âIâm still going with you,â you said stubbornly, shoveling the last of your rice in your mouth before slipping off your chair. You moved around the table, setting your bowl and chopsticks into the sink. âYou want me to do them?â you asked, nodding at the dirty dishes thatâd piled up. Nami shook her head.
âGo sleep,â she said gently. âIâll get you in the morning.âÂ
You watched her for a moment, lips twisting before you finally relented. âNight, Nami,â you said, and she turned away. You were safe there for a moment, admiring how the soft backlit glow from the windows etched shadows along her face. She really was beautiful, and your heart thudded fast in your chest.Â
Nami was the strongest person you knew. The smartest person you knew. The Straw Hats wouldnât be the same without her, and sometimes you found it funny how she seemed so convinced you had a crush on one of the other members of the crew when it was so obvious that she was your north star.Â
Ah, well. Sheâd just have to keep on guessing.Â
Nami woke you at the crack of dawn, where the hazy rays of the sun just started rising up from the sea shore. Youâd traveled to shore while asleep, and everyone was already up and running.Â
âLuffy left already,â Nami was saying, tying a bandana around her head as you gathered up the rest of the supplies you needed. âAnd weâll probably spend the whole day out, so we can get lunch in the village.â She eyed you. âI packed breakfast. Come on.âÂ
You followed her off the ship, savoring the early morning wind along the harbor. The dock men were all already hard at work, milling around the dozens of boats with tools and equipment propped on their shoulders. âWhere to first?â you asked.Â
âBoat parts,â she said, casting you a sympathetic smile. âSome rope, extra sails, some other stuff. After that Iâm thinking groceriesâI put Sanji in charge of bulk stock this time, so just stuff like soap and necessitiesâand then clothes.â She grinned. âAnd some fun stuff.âÂ
âSounds good to me,â you said. Nami did most of the talking, but you were content to watch her barter, leaning back on your heels as she argued with sellers and eventually left with a satisfied smirk on your face. She hired some of the dock men to carry the ropes and items to the Going Merry, looking her arm in yours and going off to your next stop.Â
âYou know, youâre basically stealing from them like this,â you told her, a smile evident in your voice. âForty-five thousand berry to thirty thousand. Thatâs actually terrifying.âÂ
âI said take it or leave it and he took it.â Nami shrugged, but you could see a beam of pride shine through her face. âBut enough of that. The marketâs up ahead.âÂ
The entire village seemed to have been brought out, because true to Namiâs words, there was a fair going on. Stalls boasting all kinds of wares lined the streets, and you peeked through all of them, even at Namiâs urges to hurry up and focus only on your shopping list. She watched you with a soft smile on her lips, the expressions interlaced with ones of exasperation.Â
âI shouldâve just picked a random man and carted you off with him,â she said with a click of her tongue as you spent far too much time glancing through a stand of knick-knacks and jewelry. âCurrently either Zoro or Sanji are my top contenders.âÂ
You barely suppressed a snort, fingers carefully combing through a bowl of baubles. There were various items inside, from earrings missing a sister to pins and little statuettes. âHow come?âÂ
âUsopp has Kaya, so I would hope you donât like him,â Nami said. You raised an eyebrow, glancing up to meet her gaze.Â
âKayaâs all the way back in Syrup Village, Nami. She canât do anything, and who knows when weâll return there?â
Nami gave you a horrified look. âKitten, thatâs a terrible thing to say.âÂ
You just laughed, dropping your gaze again and picking at the bowl. There was a dull gleam of something at the bottom; it wasnât gold or brass like anything else there, and was instead a shining, milky white. You dug through the pile, trying to get to it. âYouâre such a romantic.âÂ
âDoes that mean it is Usopp?âÂ
âI do not confirm nor deny a thing,â you said, finally plucking out what had captured your attention. It was a necklace, the pendant a glittering star on a gold chain. âAnd I want reasoning.â Â
âYouâre not buying that,â Nami said, gaze flickering down to it before meeting your eyes again. âZoro because heâs conventionally attractive and Sanji because he can cook.âÂ
You scoffed, studying the necklace. âThose are terrible reasons.âÂ
âI canât think of any good ones,â Nami protested. âThe only thing I can think of are reasons you wouldnât like any of them. Because theyâre all kind of losers and you could do much, much better.â She tilted her head imperceptibly upwards, and you saw a little glimmer in her eye, a reaction that bore uncanny similarity to the one sheâd worn the day before. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry.Â
âYou think Zoroâs conventionally attractive?â You turned towards the stand seller, motioning at the necklace. âHow much?â
âYouâre not buying that,â Nami repeated, shooting you a look. âItâs a waste of perfectly good berry.âÂ
âItâs five hundred at most,â you scoffed, fishing a wad of bills out from your pocket. Nami sighed, but she didnât argue. âBarely anything. Do you think Zoroâs conventionally attractive?â
Nami looked distracted. âHm?âÂ
âYou said Zoro was conventionally attractive,â you repeated, voice firmer this time. You tried to suppress the little tremble in your cadence as you passed the money to the seller. He counted it and gave you a firm nod. Carefully, you dropped the necklace in your pocket. âDo you think he is?âÂ
âWellâfrom an objective standpointââÂ
You pushed past the swarm of patrons milling around the stands, Nami having to quicken her pace to keep up with you. âAttraction isnât objective.âÂ
âKitten.â Nami grabbed your wrist, forcing you to slow down, and you flinched. She tugged you in the direction of another stand, probably something off her list. âWhy do you care so much? Am I right? Is he the one you like?âÂ
You wiggled your wrist out of Namiâs grip. âI donât care, Iâm just curious. Because youâve been blushing for the past half hour and you mentioned Zoro was conventionally attractive. And if you say heâs conventionally attractive that means you think heâs conventionally attractive. So assumedly you are blushing because ofââÂ
It clearly took Nami a moment to unscramble your honestly entirely nonsensical words. âKitten, Iâm trying to figure out whether or not you have a crush on Zoro. Youâre not supposed to be trying to figure out if I do. And I have not been blushing.âÂ
You relented, but still couldnât suppress the pout that threatened your mouth. Your teeth pressed against the flesh of your lower lip, running alongside the skin but not fully biting. âYou said Zoro was convenââÂ
âIf I have to hear you say the words conventionally attractive one more time, I swear I will lock you in the hold,â Nami said sharply, and you had to choke back your laugh. âAnd the reason I said that is because every single time we go out, at least five people turn to stare at his stupid face. Do you not remember that time on Mirror Ball Island? We practically had to fight women off of him.â
âOkay, fine,â you said, a glimpse at her features seemed to support her words. She was as guarded as ever, and clearly irritated, though her vexation didnât seem as bad as the annoyances sheâd hold over the rest of the crew. They never did, really; Luffy always liked to say that you were Namiâs favorite. âIâm hungry. Can we eat?âÂ
âYou didnât answer my question.âÂ
âI neither confirm nor deny anything,â you repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past week. âRestaurant. Please.âÂ
Nami didnât look away from you, but relented, and the two of you went to the nearest restaurant to have lunch. You were mainly silent during the meal, replaying the conversation from before over and over again in your head. There was a buzz of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach, one that you entirely disliked.Â
Before youâd been fine with keeping quiet about your crushâyou never felt too threatened or upset, under the impression that your feelings wouldnât be reciprocated and that Nami wouldnât fall for anyone in the near future anyway. And you didnât mind her guessing between your four male comrades to find the one whoâd stolen your heart.Â
But the reactions and the blushes were a development. And you were starting to think that Nami herself had a mystery beau.Â
Nami talked about work during the meal, going down her grocery list and checking off the things sheâd gotten. You watched her as she glared down at her notebook, pencil caught between two fingers as she scribbled down notes to herself. âYouâre not eating,â you said gently.Â
âSorry. Distracted,â Nami answered. She shot you a smile, but it quickly fell as she turned back to her notebook. âWhat about Sanji?âÂ
You suppressed a sigh. âAre you still on about this?âÂ
âYes,â Nami insisted. She finally shut her notebook, slipping it into the bag hanging off her waist and picking up her chopsticks to return to her soup noodles. âYouâd never go hungry with him around, at least.âÂ
âI think you need to raise your standards. I already donât go hungry with him around, I donât need to date him for that.âÂ
Nami clicked her tongue, but it was good-natured. âYouâre making this so hard for me.âÂ
âI donât want to talk about myself anymore,â you insisted, setting down your chopsticks. Youâd basically finished your bowl already; there were only the final remnants of broth and rice noodles at the bottom, the soup seasoning darker in color; more pungent.Â
You fiddled with your hands, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach that persisted even as you thought back to what Nami had said about Zoro. Her reasoning had been sound enough, but you still felt vaguely sick, that bitter taste of sour iron at the back of your throat again.Â
âAre you okay?â Namiâs eyes met yours, and you flinched away. âYouâre acting weird.âÂ
âIâm fine,â you muttered. âI think Iâm going to head back to the ship and take a nap. Iâm kind of tired.â Before Nami could say anything, you got up, chair scraping along the restaurant floor. âSee you later?âÂ
âWhat? Kitten, waitââ Nami called, but you just swallowed, glancing over your shoulder to shoot her an apologetic look.Â
The Going Merry was a breath of fresh air as you stepped foot back onto her deck. There were some dockmen milling about, setting material along the deck as Usopp directed them as to where everything went.Â
You brushed past them to veer towards your hammock, slipping onto it and kicking your legs up along the cloth without pause. Your eyes closed, and you let the sun melt down on your face, the tension in your chest easing as you embraced the beam of the sky.Â
You stayed there for a while, knowing you were safe as Nami wouldnât come find you until sheâd finished with all her actual tasks. Although this was occasionally irritating if you were in real desire for attention, you appreciated the responsible side of her now. You didnât have to confront her for a few hours yet, so you spent the time on your hammock, watching the clouds drifting in the sky and picking out the dull stars that shimmered as the sky got darker.Â
It was just before suppertime when you remembered the necklace youâd bought. Stars were just beginning to materialize, dark blues and purples replacing the cerulean hues that previously blanketed the Earth. You fished the star necklace out of your pocket, peering at the pendant again. It was made of some sort of shimmering stone you didnât recognizeâperhaps opalâthat made it glow like an actual star, iridescent when light hit it.Â
âHey, kitten.âÂ
You looked up, watching as Nami made her way across the ship deck to where you lay. She looked tired, but still bore a soft smile on her face as she met your gaze. âHi,â you said, tucking the necklace back into your pocket. Behind her you could see the last of the hired work carrying barrels down to the hold. âGet everything done?âÂ
âMhm,â Nami said. âWanna talk about earlier?âÂ
âNot really,â you muttered, the sharp tang of rust dancing at the back of your tongue again. âSorry about storming out. I felt unwell.âÂ
Nami studied you carefully, arms folding unconsciously over her chest. âI can stop bothering you about your crush, if you want,â she said finally, a gust of a sigh leaving her lips. âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay,â you said, getting up and climbing your legs over the edge so you were sitting on the hammock. âYou didnât make me uncomfortable, Nami, I swear.âÂ
âYou walked out in the middle of a meal, kitten,â Nami said, and you could hear her voice starting to get upset, even as she tried to level her tone. âClearly I did. Was it because I kept trying to figure it out? Was I right with Zoro? Whatââ
âItâs not because of that,â you interrupted, trying to keep your voice gentle even as your chest squeezed inward. You were powerless to your muscles; to your heart as it did a pathetic little thump-thump thing inside of you.Â
âThen why?â Nami leaned forward on her heels, and the setting sun caught her eyes, kaleidoscope blue glittering a thousand different shades like the opal of your necklace. âJust tell me, kitten. So I wonât do it again.âÂ
âIt was because of you,â you mumbled, shying away from her gaze. Nami sighed.Â
âYes, we established that I did something to upset you already. Iâm trying to find out whatââ
âYou called Zoro attractive and I was jealous,â you blurted, before you could even think to stop the words from falling out of your mouth. Nami froze, and you lifted your eyes up hesitantly to see her reaction.Â
Her shoulders were all tense, face guarded, eyes blank from their usual expression. âOh,â she said evenly. There was an ugly purse tightening at her lips, and she fought to keep them in an even line. âSo it is Zoro, then. Thank you for telling me.â Â
She turned away then, her movements abrupt as she started walking. A pulse of panic captured your heart, and you called desperately out to her, volume far too loud in the late hour. You didnât find yourself caring. âI wasnât jealous of you!â you cried, and Namiâs entire body went still.Â
She turned back towards you, so slowly that you found yourself capturing your breath in your throat waiting for her.Â
âI wasnât jealous of you,â you repeated once her eyes met yours. âI was jealous of Zoro. Of you thinking he was attractive.â Your fingers fumbled together, trying to find something to occupy themselves with as you choked out the final sentence. âMy mystery man is you, Nami. I like you.âÂ
It took a long while for Nami to respond, and the Going Merry rocked as you waited, a soft sway of delay and building panic. There was a shimmer of something in Namiâs eyes, and her lips tugged downwards.Â
Her voice was hollow when she spoke. âWhat?âÂ
âI donât like Zoro or Usopp or Sanji or Luffy, Nami,â you said, hands tightening around each other with every word spilt out from between your lips. âI like you. I like you when you call me kitten. I like you when you complain about me buying things but let me do it anyway. I like you even when youâre teasing me about my crush.â Your voice dropped to a low mumble. âAnd I was jealous because you thought Zoro was attractive.âÂ
âOh, kitten,â Nami said, and you glanced up to see her right in front of you, bent over to meet your level sitting down. She reached for your hands, and you let her take them, exhaling as her tender grasp clasped around your palms.
âNami,â you whispered, horrified to hear how wet your voice sounded. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. âNami, you may be the shipâs navigator, but youâre my north star. I like you.âÂ
Kitten, I do not think Zoro is attractive,â Nami said, and you had to choke back startled laughter at that being what she was focusing on. âThat is the least of your worries.âÂ
âButâyou seemed so annoyed when you thought it was Zoroâdonât you likeââÂ
âYouâve got it all wrong,â Nami said, a soft laugh leaving her lips. They were trembling. Her entire body was trembling, even her hands as she cocooned yours in them. âI was annoyed because I thought you liked Zoro. BecauseâI like you too.âÂ
You swallowed, surprise forcing your jaw to fall slack as you met her gaze. âReally?â you whispered. Nami nodded; she coaxed soft circles into the skin of your hands, a supportive smile edging up her lips.Â
âI really thought you liked someone else, kitten, I wouldâve said something before ifââ Nami let out another gentle laugh. âIf I knew. It wasnât until you told me about the crush did I realize. I got a little⌠too overprotective, and then⌠well, it wasnât very platonic at that point.â She ducked her head, hiding her smile, but you slipped one of your hands out of her grasp to push it back up. âGod, youâre too good for any of them.âÂ
âI donât want to talk about how the rest of them suck,â you murmured. âI want to talk about how amazing you are. Ohâandââ You dug your hand in your pocket, pulling out the necklace. âThis reminded me of you. I got it for you.âÂ
âKitten,â Nami breathed, as you unclasped the necklace and carefully put it on her. It swung around her neck before you adjusted it, golden yellow bright against the white of her pale skin. The opal glittered, catching the moonlight thatâd steadily glowed brighter from behind you. âThank you. Itâs still a waste of money though.âÂ
âNot for you,â you said, grabbing her hands to squeeze her fingers. âNever for you.â You took in a nervous breath, your chest tightening insideâbut it wasnât all bitter and sour, nothing like the taste of panic.Â
Nami met you in the middle when you finally leaned up to kiss her, your hand slipping up the side of her face, fingers curling in her orange hair. She smiled when she kissed, soft and carefree for once, that serious facade she always took on melting away in the moment. She kissed softly; tenderly; like the moon shining gentle waves on the East Blue below or the sun in the hazy morning sky casting light across the world.Â
There were footsteps approaching from behind Nami. You opened your eyes, tilting your gaze up to see Zoro staring down at you both. Nami broke apart from you, glancing over her shoulder. None of you said anything.Â
âOkay,â Zoro decided, and then walked off. You barely managed to stifle your giggles until he was out of earshot.Â
âGod, heâs such a loser,â Nami said, and then kissed you again.Â
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Hi! I feel bad for having messaged twice in kinda quick succession, but I have a Bleach AU idea and donât really have anyone to tell about it, but i hope youâd like to hear about it!
So Iâve only recently been trying to finish reading Bleach (Iâve read earlier chapters multiple times, but never managed to read past the Xcution arc). Iâve still got about 100 odd chapters to go, but Iâm in the thousand year war arc finally, (and Iâve read the last few chapters, so I know how it ends, just not all of the details in between).
Anyway, Iâve recently read the bit where Kyoraku (is that his name? Shunsui, the head captain guy) actually goes to the land of the living and visits Ichigoâs friends to warn them that depending on how powerful he is once heâs sorted his issues with his Zanpakuto, he might not be able to come back home and itâs just GOT ME THINKING, because so far itâs not been mentioned again, and it isnât in the last few chapters either, I donât think. BUT!! What if it is that Ichigo is so powerful now that going back to the human world on a permanent basis would completely mess with the human world, so heâs forced to stay in the soul society.
So much potential for angst, with him missing his sisters and friends (and Kisuke), BUT also so much potential for absolute highjinks in the SS.
I think this could potentially be a little similar to your Turn Back the Clock AU, but Iâm just imagining all of the remaining captains/lieutenants all absolutely beside themselves trying to convince Ichigo to join their teams, Shunsui is already eyeing him up for a captain position in the near future, Kenpachi (whoâs still a little lost without his little sidekick (whose name Iâve forgotten, god I feel so bad because I love her)) just itching to get Ichigo to join his squad so that he can have daily fights without the trouble of having to go looking for the guy. Shinji (who without a shadow of a doubt has a soft spot for Ichigo, no matter how much he might enjoy irritating him) who wants to have him in his squad as some kind of âvisords-stick-togetherâ kinda deal (and because he knows itâd piss all the others off). Rukia laying claim because HELLO, sheâs the one that stabbed him and gave him the powers in the first place, she calls dibs! Hell, I think even Byakuya would want him in his squad, because as much as he might deny it if asked, heâs actually rather fond of the guy, so long as he learns to call him Captain rather than his first name.
And as things are want to do in the SS, where the more power the shinigami, the more insane they seem to be, things get a little out of hand. During one heated discussion, where theyâre all giving their updates on how well each of them think theyâre doing in convincing Ichigo to join them, someone (Iâm thinking a shit-stirrer like Yumichika maybe) gives the idea that hey, this competition seems almost as if youâre trying to court the guy! And so it turns into this weird ass Shinigami-courting situation, with a âwhoever manages to (woo) CONVINCE Ichigo to join their squad is OBVIOUSLY the one that Ichigo likes best, so that means that heâs OBVIOUSLY also open to (after)life long commitment in the form of marriage to whichever captain winsâ kinda thing going on.
Cue Ichigo not getting a single moments peace, when all he really wants is to be left alone to just PROCESS the fact that he 1) has had to leave everyone and everything heâs ever known in the human world to live with these absolutely crazy people, and 2) just fought in a very big battle and helped kill a thousands-year old crazy Quincy guy.
Heâs more than happy spending his time helping clean up and rebuild the SS for now, and heâs happy to worry about what comes next once the SS is back on its feet. (And heâs more than a little oblivious to the weird fighting/flirting/coercing that seems to happen whenever he comes across any familiar face whenever heâs out and about).
It all comes to a head when his friends from home come for a visit to the soul society with those handy dandy tokens that Shunsui gave them, and instantly see whatâs happening and have to sit Ichigo down and explain to him that he may or may not (but definitely does) have twenty or so extremely powerful shinigami captains and lieutenants all after his ass(ets), which, know that Ichigo thinks about it, definitely explains a few things thatâve been happening to him lately.
And shortly after his friends go back home, all three realms feel a shift in reiatsu and hear a distant screech from Kisuke, whoâs suddenly realised that hey, maybe the human world sucks actually and he should relocate back to the soul society for no reason in particular! None at all! Definitely not jealousy because that would be ridiculous.
If I had the time or energy (and a better track record of finishing fics that I start đŹ) Iâd love to write this, but I fear itâll be stuck in my notes forever, lol, so thought Iâd share!
No I love this so much!! Especially if it's endgame UraIchi and like all this courting, all this drama, all the shenanigans from all these different high-powered shinigami all trying to get Ichigo's attention and Kisuke just rocks up and gets him within a solid 10 minutes and 5 of those were spent with Ichigo purposefully ignoring him while Kisuke apologized for some dumb petty shit he did before Ichigo ended up in SS
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Venomous Trap | Wanda M
summary: wanda does something sinful to get you obey her
18+ DNI
a/n: hey! i'm back ish. i decided that i want to continue this series and voila, here is another little fic that gets the story going. hope you all like it and if you have any ideas or any drabbled about bunny and wanda, send me an ask :)
warnings: fingering, downgrading, humiliation kink, mommy kink
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It was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no way that you got inappropriate with a teacher. This wasn't like you but somehow your cunt was already leaking at the sight of Wandaâs tits. Youâd never think a woman would have such beautiful breasts but, then again, you werenât really sure of anything.Â
Waking up that next morning to find a slightly alarming email that you are failing English got you shaken. You never failed a class, in fact, you were top of your classes and English was your strong suit.Â
It didnât make sense.Â
Since you didnât have classes until noon, you decided to go and speak to your councillor. Before you entered the office, you noticed Wanda leaning against the door.Â
âHello, bunny.â Wanda purred, staring at your legs. âWho are you showing off for?âÂ
You froze and felt the inside of your feet curl. Wanda was not only in your view but she purposely shoved her tits right near your face. Just a centimetre apart and Wandaâs hair tickling your nose, you immediately crossed your legs and looked away.
âSuch a rude bunny. Not staring at your mummyâs tits.â Wanda whispered, kneeling down lower. âYou werenât as shy when you were latching onto them.â
You gulped when Wanda raised her voice, earning stares from other students.Â
âAre you not going to say hello to them? They missed your lips, bunny.â Wanda cooed, as she latched onto a string of your hair.Â
Your cheeks flushed and that gave Wanda the go ahead. She grabbed a hold of your jaw and purposely shoved your face into her chest. âGive them a quick kiss, before Mr Rogers sees what such whore you are.âÂ
You gave each tit a brisk kiss and Wanda let out a soft moan before she released you. After Wanda was finished playing with you, you heard the door open and Wanda returned back to her normal position.Â
âMs Maximoff. Ms Y/L/N. Join me in the office.â Mr Rogers spoke out, and you hurriedly entered and felt a sharp pain collide with your bottom.Â
âNice ass, bunny.â Wanda smirked and followed in after you.
As you both seated, Mr Rogers turned his hand to retrieve some documents giving Wanda the idea to pull the two chairs closer.Â
âDonât you dare make a sound or that pretty ass will be destroyed.â Wanda whispered, as she pinched your thigh.Â
Mr Rogers turned back and sat down in his seat. He was completely oblivious to the two of you joint at the hip. Wanda was stunned as Mr Rogers couldnât see the bottom half of both your bodies which gave Wanda a little idea of her own.
âAs you can see from my email, Iâm regretting going to say that you are failing Ms Maximoff class. Iâm not sure if thereâs anything going on but Iâm concerned that you wonât be graduating this year.âÂ
Tears spilled in your eyes as Mr Rogers explained your test scores but a sudden shiver ran up your thigh. You quickly darted your head to your thighs and noticed that Wandaâs hand was up your skirt.Â
Wanda didnât even look over at you, but kept a stern face as she listened to Mr Rogers talk. You decided to remove her hand which earned a smack to your cunt causing a little whimper from your lips.
âIs everything okay?â Mr Rogers asked, slightly concerned at the fuss you were making in your seat.Â
âY-Yes. Iâm just confused into w-why Iâm failing?â You whispered, biting down on your bottom lip as Wanda rubbed her fingers on your panties.Â
âIt says here that you havenât done any of your assignments or handed in any tests?â Mr Rogers frowned. âThis is unexpected behaviour from you.â
You were trying to concentrate on the accusation of not handing in assignments but your brain shifted to a place full of stars as Wanda moved your panties to the side and teased your clit with her fingers. The words were stumbling out of your mouth as Wanda pressed harder onto your throbbing cunt and a little groan rolled off your tongue as Wanda slammed three fingers inside you.Â
âIâm not sure whatâs gotten into you but this is extremely important.â Mr Rogers frustratingly said. âI donât appreciate you coming in here, and behaving like a child.âÂ
You crossed your legs but Wanda only went faster as you were itching out a sorry. âI donât mean too. Iâm just not understanding how I havenât sent in my assignments? I turned them in.â
Wanda let out a little chuckle and drove her fingers deeper inside you. âIâm sorry about her, Steve. I didnât know that I was teaching such a dumb baby. Is there a way we can turn this around?â
You tried to deny Wandaâs pleasure, grabbing hold of her wrist but your fingers werenât nearly long to wrap them around her wrist. Wanda left Steve to fiddle around with the computer and took a quick glance at you.
You were drenched in sweat. The small trinkets of water falling from your eyes was such a pretty sight to Wanda, the Adeline inside her made her even hungrier for you.Â
âDoing so well, bunny. Canât believe how dirty you are? Letting me finger fuck you whilst the dean is here. Such a dirty, dirty slut.â Wanda hissed and began to use her thumb to rub onto your clit.Â
You didnât say a word, as you felt your legs shake at the momentum that Wanda was giving as she was so close to reaching that spot. Steve turned his attention back to the two of you and shook his head, âIt says here that you havenât submitted anything. The system is very accurate, Wandaâs ex-husband designed it.âÂ
As those words left Steveâs lips, you growled at Wanda but the moment she turned to look at you, you slouched into your chair as she hit your spot. You could feel your clit clenching around her fingers as she vigorously slammed her fingers inside you.Â
âIs there a solution here? Is there a way this dumb baby can get her grades up?â Wanda spoke up, hitting your spot once more before a huge grin sprung on her face as she felt her fingers drown in your cum.Â
âI think you might need to spend a lot of time with her, Wanda. Make sure she is with you at all times so she can improve her grades.â Steve blabbered on but you were so zoned out of the conversation, you let the tears spill out as Wanda rode your high.Â
âIs she crying?â Steve asked as he turned his attention onto you.
âSheâs just sensitive.â Wanda laughed and released her fingers from you. âSometimes she just starts crying. I think itâs because she canât formulate her words as much so she acts like this.â
Steve furrowed his eyebrows as you sat quietly, wiping your tears with your jumper. You felt so ashamed and humiliated that you didnât even know what to say.Â
âPathetic, really.â Wanda started. âA grown woman behaving like a child. I think this orders some type of punishment?âÂ
Steve shrugged, âI leave her in your hands. I think from watching how you know Y/N so well, you would be the perfect person to help her with these grades.âÂ
Wanda nodded, âI believe so too. I will make sure each assignment is handed in and each test is 99%.âÂ
Steve nodded and let out an uncomfortable cough. âI think thatâs all we have to discuss. Wanda, can you please make sure Y/N goes to the nurse to get an examination? She looks rather flustered.âÂ
âOf course.â Wanda chuckled. âSheâs my responsibility now.â
Steve gave you an assuring smile before Wanda pulled you up from your chair as grinned at the trail of your own cum dripping down your leg.Â
âDirty, Dirty whore. You are partially dripping with your cum.âÂ
You lowered your head and tried to wipe it away but Wanda slapped your ass. âDonât you even think about it. I want everyone to know what a disgusting whore you are.âÂ
âW-Why did you delete all my assignments? You knew I passed them all.â You sobbed, following Wanda to her car.
âHow else am I going to make you mine, bunny? It was the only way to make sure that no one would question the after class hours and one to one session.â
âYou could have just asked...â You said as she climbed into her car.Â
âWhereâs the fun in that, bunny?â Wanda laughed as she strapped you in her child safety belt.
You looked down at the extra protection Wanda has given you. âIâm not a baby.âÂ
Wanda only laughed at your answer. âOh you stupid bunny. Iâm going to make you one. By the time tomorrow rolls in, you will be back to square one where the only words you will ever say are, âMommyâ âPleaseâ and âMoreâ.âÂ
You didnât even want to look at her.Â
âDonât worry, bunny. Mommy will take care of you.â
As Wandaâs words played on your mind, you slowly began to accept that this was life and the only way to survive it, is to live it.
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page.soobin (classic enemies to lovers)
Summary: reader just opened a cute little bookstore cafe and soobin is a loud pretentious asshole that talks loudly on his phone lol
Genre: fluffy
Characters: soobin x f!reader
Words: 3k?? i think
Completed (oneshot)
tw: soobin's an asshole but like the good kind so does it really matter
a/n: i hope this makes up for the soobin in my last story sorry lol
It had barely been a year since âPagesâ had opened. You had worked hard to save up enough money to open your dream bookstore/cafe. A quaint little rustic-looking bookshop right next to the hustle and bustle of Seoul. Shelves lined with your favourite books, lights dimly lit to accentuate the atmosphere, the scent of freshly brewed coffee taking up space in your lovely quiet bookstore. Pages had been your haven. A getaway from the corporate world that sucked your energy. Having a previously well-paid job, however, did you justice.Â
Though Pages was still new, you had already gained a few regulars who would occasionally pop in to read the latest editions of the mangas youâd specially acquired.
âHere. Especially for you, I even tabbed the best parts. Donât skip ahead though.â You chuckled, smiling at one of your favourite customers who you befriended.Â
âThanks! Iâll have the usual, by the way.â Kai said, as his eyes scanned the manga you had just passed him.Â
âItâs just you today? WhereâsâŚuhâŚwhatâs his name again?â You enquired.
âBeomgyu?â
âNo, the one who talks less.â You joked.
âAh, Taehyun? He has work. C'mon now, I'm not good enough for you?â
You rolled your eyes, "I was just wondering. Taehyun was asking for a book and I finally found it!"
"I'll tell him about it. Thanks. You really are our favourite bookstore owner." Kai grinned.
"You're not getting another free drink from flattery." You rolled your eyes.
"Aw man."
"I'm kidding. The drink's on the house. The manga however is not."
"Deal!"
You nodded, turning to prepare Kaiâs order when you heard the door chime once more.
Your heart sank a little as you saw Soobin walk in, his usual confident grin plastered on his face.
Soobin, the travel writer who had recently moved to town, had a knack for disrupting the peace of your beloved bookstore. He strolled up to the counter, oblivious to your internal groan.
Sure, he was good-looking. Sure, you've thought about how it would be like to be next to him calling him your boyfriend and showing him off to everyone but...dear God, did he also grind your gears.
âMorning! The usual, please,â Soobin said, leaning casually against the counter.
You forced a polite smile. âGood morning, Soobin. One iced Americano, coming right up.â
As you prepared his coffee, you couldnât help but feel a mix of irritation and curiosity. Soobinâs presence always managed to throw your day off balance, yet there was something undeniably intriguing about him. It couldâve been his good looks or just the fact he was always talking about these wondrous travels that youâd never been on. You couldnât decide.
Plus, he was just really hot.
âSo, howâs the book coming along?â you asked, attempting small talk as you handed him his drink.
âSlowly,â he admitted with a sigh. âBut this place helps. Itâs got a charm thatâs hard to find anywhere else.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sincerity. âWell, Iâm glad you like it here.â
He took a sip of his iced Americano, his eyes meeting yours with a teasing glint. âI do. Even if the owner is a bit of a tyrant.â
Your smile turned frosty. âMaybe if certain customers respected the rules, the owner wouldnât have to be.â
His grin widened, unfazed. âRules are meant to be bent a little. Keeps life interesting.â
âInteresting for you, maybe. A headache for me,â you retorted, your patience wearing thin.
âCome on, admit it. Youâd miss me if I stopped coming,â Soobin said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring.
âLike a toothache,â you shot back, rolling your eyes. âJust try not to scare off my customers with your loud phone calls.â
âSure,â he said with a wink, turning to find his usual spot by the window.
As you watched him settle in, your irritation simmered. Soobin had a way of getting under your skin like no one else. It was infuriating, yet there was something about his confident, carefree attitude that you couldnât entirely dismiss. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Soobin than met the eyeâbut you werenât ready to admit that just yet.
It was peaceful for the first 30 minutes of his presence. Then you heard Soobinâs atrocious ringtone blaring, shattering the calm like a sledgehammer through glass. That usually meant it was the end of your peace.
âHello?â Soobin answered loudly, his voice carrying across the bookstore.
You clenched your fists, trying to maintain your composure. Customers glanced up from their books, their expressions mirroring your annoyance. You marched over to Soobin, who was obliviously engaged in his conversation.
âSoobin,â you hissed, trying to keep your voice low yet firm. âCan you please take your call outside?â
He looked up at you, seemingly surprised by your irritation. âJust a minute, Iâm almost done,â he mouthed, holding up a finger, pressing them against your lips.
You crossed your arms, glaring at him until he reluctantly stood up and moved toward the door, still talking animatedly. As he stepped outside, you let out a frustrated sigh, hoping the rest of his call would be brief.
When he finally returned, he had the audacity to smile at you as if nothing had happened. âSorry about that. Important call.â
You gave him a tight-lipped smile. âNext time, please take it outside from the start.â
He chuckled. âYou really do enjoy being a tyrant, donât you?â
âAnd you really enjoy pushing my buttons,â you shot back, turning on your heel to walk away.
âClearly.â He teased, following you further into your bookstore.Â
As you continued to walk away, you felt Soobin's presence lingering behind you. Despite your attempts to ignore him, his persistence was impossible to overlook. You sighed inwardly, reminding yourself that he was just a customer, albeit a particularly annoying one.
"So, whatâs the special today?" Soobin asked, trying to keep up with your pace.
You stopped and turned to face him, your patience wearing thinner by the second. "Itâs written on the board, Soobin. Right where it always is."
He glanced over at the board, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. "Ah, right. Guess I didnât see it. Too busy looking at the pretty owner."
You rolled your eyes, suppressing the small smile that threatened to break through. "Flattery wonât get you free coffee, Soobin."
He laughed, the sound oddly infectious. "Worth a shot. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."
You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious despite your irritation. "What is it?"
"Iâm planning a feature on hidden gems in Seoul for my next piece," he explained, his tone more serious now. "I was hoping to include Pages. Maybe do a little interview with you about the place?"
You blinked, taken aback by his request. "You want to feature Pages in your article? Whatâs your motive?"
He nodded. "No hidden agenda, I promise. This place has something special, and I think more people should know about it. Plus, it might bring in more customers."
The idea was tempting. Any publicity was good publicity, and if it brought more people to Pages, it would be worth it. But you couldn't shake off the feeling that Soobin had ulterior motives.
"Iâll think about it," you replied cautiously. "Iâm not sure Iâm comfortable with the spotlight."
He shrugged, unfazed. "No pressure. Just let me know. It could be fun."
You watched as he returned to his seat, wondering if agreeing to his proposal would be a mistake or an opportunity. Soobin was unpredictable, but maybe there was more to his offer than just another way to get under your skin.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of coffee orders, book recommendations, and the occasional chat with regulars. Kai left with a satisfied grin, promising to return with his friends. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the bookstore, you found yourself thinking about Soobinâs offer again.
Before you knew it, the day had ended, and you were locking up the store. The streets outside were quiet, a stark contrast to the busy day youâd had. As you turned to leave, you noticed a small note taped to the door.
"Think about the article. It could be great for Pages. - Soobin."
You sighed, pocketing the note. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was an opportunity to show Seoul what Pages had to offer. You decided to sleep on it, hoping a good nightâs rest would bring clarity.
The next day, you woke up at the crack of dawn. A yawn escaped your lips as you rummaged through your bags for the keys to Pages.Â
Sighing, you entered your beloved bookstore. Humming your favorite song, you unlocked the door, inhaling the aroma of the coffee beans you had meticulously selected.
âAm I your first customer today?â You spun around to see Soobin grinning. His tall stature loomed over you, and the strong smell of his cologne filled the air. The toothy grin plastered across his face was unmistakable. He wore a large sweater that hid the muscles you remembered seeing the day the A/C broke, and he had to take off his hoodie. That had been a good day.
âWeâre barely open,â you answered, your voice barely a whisper from the sudden surprise of his presence.
âWellâŚI just couldnât wait to hear your answer.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Soobin, it's way too early for this kind of enthusiasm."
He laughed, the sound echoing pleasantly through the empty bookstore. "Come on, just give me a hint. Are you going to let me do the interview?"
You crossed your arms, pretending to ponder. "I still need my morning coffee to think straight."
Soobin raised an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly. "I'll make a deal with you. If you say yes, I'll buy the first ten customers their coffee today."
You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "Bribery now, huh?"
"Call it incentive," he replied with a wink.
You sighed, feeling your resolve waver. "Alright, fine. We can do the interview. But if you turn this place into a circus, I'll never forgive you."
Soobin's grin widened, and he pumped his fist in victory. "Deal! I promise it'll be great."
You shook your head, amused by his excitement. "Okay, okay. Let's get started before I change my mind."
As you prepared Soobinâs usual iced Americano, you couldnât help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
"So, where do you want to start?" you asked, handing him his drink.
Soobin took a sip, his expression thoughtful. "How about we start with you? What inspired you to open Pages?"
"Well, it was always a dream of mine. I wanted a place where people could escape, find comfort in books, and enjoy a good cup of coffee. Leaving the corporate world was scary, but this... this feels right."
He nodded, his eyes genuinely interested. "And it shows. This place has a soul, and thatâs rare."
You blushed slightly, not used to such earnest compliments from him. "Thanks?"
âNot used to compliments, I see?â Soobin teased.
âNot from you.â
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Don't get used to it. You're still on thin ice for all those loud phone calls."
"Fair enough," he conceded, still grinning.
"You know, you're not that annoying when you're serious," you blurted out. "Sorry, that was supposed to be a thought."
"We're getting passive-aggressive," Soobin teased.
"It was supposed to be a thought," you repeated, trying to defend yourself.
"It's quite freeing to know I've had such an effect on your life," Soobin chuckled.
"Shut up," you said, rolling your eyes.
"I'm kidding. I guess I can be quite an asshole at times, but it's only because I don't know how to act around a pretty girl."
"Stop messing around," you said, feigning annoyance, though your heartbeat was telling you otherwise. "Is any part of this even in your interview notes?" you asked, gesturing to his laptop.
"Oh, no. None of it," Soobin admitted, still grinning. "Just getting to know my favorite bookstore-slash-cafe owner. Is that a crime?"
"Of course not. What's supposed to be a crime is your lack of social etiquette." You joked.
Soobin laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Guilty as charged," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But I'm willing to learn if you've got some pointers."
"Maybe walk out of the store when you have a call?" You said, raising an eyebrow.
"Right." Soobin chuckled.
"So, besides the loud phone calls and my general presence, what's your biggest pet peeve about running Pages?" Soobin asked, leaning in with genuine curiosity.
You thought for a moment, considering how honest you wanted to be. "I guess it would be dealing with the occasional rude customer who doesn't respect the space or the books. But honestly, most people who come in are wonderful. They get what this place is about."
Soobin nodded thoughtfully. "I can see that. This place has a certain... aura. Itâs like a sanctuary."
"That's exactly what I wanted it to be," you said, smiling. "A place where people can escape and just... breathe."
"So about the...'wonderful people' you're talking about, does any of those include a travel writer?" Soobin peered.
You paused, meeting Soobin's gaze. There was a playful glint in his eyes, but you could sense a genuine curiosity beneath it. "Well," you began slowly, "there's this one travel writer who likes to test my patience."
"Is he hot?" Soobin asked.
"If you consider an ogre hot, sure." You joked.
Soobin chuckled, feigning hurt, clutching his chest. "Ouch. In my defense, testing one's patience is one of my specialties. But seriously, I hope Iâm not always a nuisance."
"You have your moments," you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But you also bring a certain... energy to this place."
"So, is that a compliment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't get too used to it," you replied, trying to hide your amusement.
As the day progressed, you and Soobin delved into the story of Pages. You talked about the challenges you faced, the joy of seeing regulars like Kai and his friends, and the special moments that made all the hard work worth it. Soobin took notes, his demeanor professional yet warm, making you feel surprisingly at ease.
You weren't going to lie, the interview made you see Soobin in a different light. He was surprisingly sexy when he was being serious. His eyebrows would furrow when trying to get information across and his posture forward almost leaning towards you.
The way he listened so intently, his focus entirely on you, made your heart flutter more than you'd like to admit. You tried to keep your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the growing attraction you felt towards him.
It wasn't your fault. You had always found him incredibly attractive albeit the loud phone calls.
By the time the first customers arrived, the interview was wrapping up. Soobin stood up, a satisfied look on his face. "I think weâve got everything we need. Thanks for trusting me with this."
You nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Just make sure you do justice to the store."
"Donât worry," he said, flashing that familiar grin. "Iâll make sure it's perfect."
As he retreated to his seat, you felt a renewed sense of friendship. Maybe, just maybe, Soobin wasnât as bad as youâd initially thought. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content with the decision youâd made.
It had been a few hours since the interview. Soobin was still in his usual corner, typing away, God knows what, with a serious look on his face. Holding a cup of juice in your hands, you walked toward him and placed the glass on his table.
âI didnât order anything,â Soobin said, looking up at you.
âItâs on the house. Too much caffeine can't be good for you,â you replied, smiling awkwardly before making your way back to the counter.
As you reached the counter, you glanced back at Soobin, who had paused his typing to take a sip of the juice. He gave you a nod of appreciation, and for a moment, you felt a sense of camaraderie that was rare with him.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of regular customers and new faces, each interaction reinforcing why you loved this place so much. As closing time approached, Soobin finally packed up his things and walked over to you.
"Thanks for the juice," he said, his tone softer than usual. "I really needed that break."
It was a moment of peace before his annoying ringtone went off. He looked up at you sheepishly.
âIâll take it outside this time,â he chuckled, walking off.
You laughed, shaking your head, and turned your attention back to your work. Glancing to your left, you noticed the large pile of rubbish that hadnât been thrown away. You groaned at the thought of lugging it into the alley. Pulling the large bag of rubbish out from behind the counter, you made your way to the back alley.
âYeah. Iâve done the interview.â You heard Soobinâs voice echo from the back of the alley.
âYeah. I think itâll do great. The article. Sheâs got some solid work ethic and the cafe itself is a really good idea. Her thoughts are well articulated. The article's gonna be great.â
You smiled at the compliments, assuming he was talking about you. Your cheeks heated up from listening into the conversation. You felt bad for eavesdropping but this was precious information you could use to your advantage.
âOh? What? The owner? Nah, sheâs a little bit pretentious. What? Pretty? She's okay, I guess. She⌠sheâs not that pretty in real life. The picture was doing her justice.â
Your smile faded instantly, your heart sinking at his words. You quickly turned back, dragging the bag of rubbish with a renewed sense of determination, refusing to let his words affect you.
As you heaved the bag into the dumpster, you couldn't help but replay Soobin's words in your mind. Anger and hurt mingled, forming a bitter taste in your mouth. You had always suspected he enjoyed pushing your buttons, but hearing such harsh comments felt like a betrayal especially after the interview where you felt like you had bonded with him.
Returning to the store, you busied yourself with closing duties, trying to shake off the sting of his remarks. You were scrubbing the counter with more force than necessary when you heard the door chime. You looked up to see Soobin, who had finished his call, walking back in.
"Everything okay?" he asked, noticing the change in your demeanor.
"Yeah, just finishing up," you replied curtly, not wanting to engage further.
Soobin frowned, sensing something was off. "Did something happen?"
âNo and even if it did, what makes you think Iâd confide into a loud pompous asshole?â You gritted your teeth, turning away from him, your ponytail smacking him in his face.
âFucking he- Ouch!" He rubbed his cheeks from where your ponytail had smacked him. "What? Whatâs going on with you? I thought we were cool?â
"Cool?" you repeated, your voice rising in pitch. "You think we're cool after everything you've said and done?"
Soobin looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"
âNothing. Youâre right. Iâm pretentious. And maybe Iâm not that attractive to you but to hear you say that to another person? Wow.âÂ
Soobin's eyes widened as the realization hit him. "Wait, you heard that?" he said, taking a step back. "It's not what you think."
"Then what is it, Soobin?" you demanded, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. "Because it sounded pretty clear to me."
âYou donât understand,â Soobin said, his frustration evident.
âWhat donât I understand?â
âThat was my editor.â
âOkay?â
âHis nameâs Yeonjun. Heâs a good-looking and decent guy.â He explained, even thought you were still clearly ever so clueless.
âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âHe was asking for your number. He saw the picture I took of you for the article and thought you looked cute.â
âAnd?â You looked at him dumbfounded.
Soobin rubbed the back of his neck, looking flustered. âJe- I- Fuck. I didnât want him to know how cool you were.â
âWhat?â
âLook, youâre cute. Youâre my type. Youâre all kinds of pretty. But youâre also someone I kind of want to gatekeep.â
âWhat?â
âI canât make this clearer even if I tried,â Soobin said, his voice softer now. âI like you, okay? I didnât want him to get to know you because Iâm selfish. I wanted you all to myself.â
Soobin's admission left you momentarily speechless. "Oh," you managed to say, your mind racing to process his words.
"Yeah, oh," Soobin echoed, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just... I don't know, being stupid and jealous."
"If it makes you feel any better, I, too, find you..." You paused, "Cute."
Soobin's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Really?" he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I always knew you had good taste."
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "Don't get too full of yourself, Soobin."
He took a step closer, his confidence unwavering. "Oh, come on. Admit it. You find my charm irresistible. Itâs okay, most people do."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Youâre impossible."
"So, how about we start over?" Soobin suggested, his tone playful yet sincere. "As friends, or maybe something more. I promise I'll only annoy you half as much."
"Only half?" you teased, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.
"Alright, a quarter," he conceded with a wink. "And Iâll take my phone calls outside. Most of the time."
You couldnât help but smile at his persistence. Despite everything, there was something undeniably magnetic about Soobin. "Deal. But if you ever call me pretentious again, I wonât hesitate to throw you out of my store."
He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Fair enough. But just so you know, Iâve been told my obnoxiousness is part of my charm."
"By whom?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"By people with excellent taste," he said with a smirk.
You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of joy and mischief. "So, you like me?"
"Yeah," he said, his voice steady now. "I like you a lot. And I'm sorry if what I said made you think otherwise."
You bit your lip, contemplating his confession. "Well, you could have just told me."
"I know," he admitted, looking down at his feet. "I guess I was scared you'd reject me or think I was just messing with you."
âWellâŚcan you blame me? You're quite the comedian sometimes.â You chuckled.
"Y'know what I don't blame you if you did doubt me."
"Really now?"
âYeah. I get it. I'm kind of an asshole. But it's only because I like your reactions. They're pretty, um," Soobin stopped. "Charming, I'd say."
"So you think I'm charming?" You teased.
Soobin looked up, catching the playful glint in your eyes. "Yeah, well, when you spend as much time together as we do, you pick up on things. Like how your eyes light up when the new books arrive or when Kai tells you a stupid joke, and you tilt your head back to laugh, then get self-conscious and cover your mouth as if half the cafe hasn't heard your snort."
You laughed softly, feeling the remaining tension dissipate. âOkay, maybe you do know me better than I thought. You're quite the observer, aren't you, Soobin?"
"When you're a writer like me, you tend to observe things that are...more enchanting."
"Enchanting, huh. Big pretty words don't impress me, Soobin." You teased.
"I love a challenge," Soobin replied, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "And let's be honest, how hard can it be to impress you?"
You rolled your eyes, half-amused, half-irritated. "Don't get too cocky, Soobin. Just because you can string a few sentences together doesnât mean you can charm everyone."
"Is that so?" Soobin leaned in closer, his confidence palpable. "I seem to remember you admitting you find me attractive. Sounds like I've already charmed you."
"Attractive, maybe," you shot back. "But charm? That's a stretch."
"If only you were as nice as you are an asshole," You rolled your eyes.
Soobin laughed, the sound rich and unapologetically self-assured. "Nice guys finish last, don't they?" he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips.
You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze head-on. "We'll see if arrogance gets you anywhere."
He shrugged, unbothered by your challenge. "It got me this far. Why change a winning strategy?"
"Winning?" you scoffed. "The game hasn't even started."
Soobinâs eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then consider tonight the first round. I'll pick you up at seven."
"Still assuming Iâm free?" you countered, trying to maintain your composure.
"Aren't you?" Soobin's confidence faltered for a split second, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. There it was. Though, Soobin, was trying his best to look like a go-getter, the most confident man alive, he felt like he was still just a shy little boy in front of his crush.
"Actually," you said, your tone softening slightly, "I might be."
He looked at you, a bit more serious now. "Look, if you're not interested, just say so. I can handle it."
"I didn't say anything. I was just waiting for an apology. Y'know from the time you lied to your friend? Calling me pretentious? Ugly?"
"I never used the word ugly."
You raised an eyebrow. "That's what youâre focusing on? Really?"
Soobin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, I admit it. I might have said some things that weren't exactly fair. It was on impulse. You do stupid shit when you like someone. I'm stupid. I'm an idiot. I don't...I've never liked someone before or asked someone out. Cut me some slack." You see his confidence being brought down by a peg every second he further explains himself. âIâm sorry.â
You chuckled, "Gosh, you really do like me, huh?"
"Fuck off. You're just as pompous as I am."
"It's a part of the charm, isn't it?"
âSure,â Soobin said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, âso, are we good now?â
You nodded, the warmth in his eyes melting the last of your anger. âYeah, weâre good.â
He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, seeming much more serious than he had been just a minute ago. âGood. Look despite, all the jokes I'm cracking, despite, how much of an asshole I've been, I actually really like you. I donât want to lose you. Not as a friend, and not as something more."
Your heart fluttered at his words. âSomething more, huh? Weâll see about that.â
Soobin grinned, the mischievous spark you were used to back in his eyes. âIâll take that as a challenge.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress your smile. âOkay, Mr. Talks-too-loud. Letâs finish up here and see if you can impress me over dinner.â
âChallenge accepted.â
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Chapter 9
Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader
CW: wholesome fluff, a good amount of angst, lo'ak being nosy lol jk he's genuinely trying to look after neteyam, descriptions of masturbation, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of depressive symptoms, reader meeting neteyam in her avatar body, neteyam and reader vent to each other about their struggles, sensitive themes, hurt/comfort, cuddling, sexual tension, kissing, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, neteyam slightly begging to mate with reader, foreplay (i don't know if it counts but it definitely is teasing in a sexual way). Tell me if I missed something âĄ
Hello, my cute little readers! I got a little better in terms of my fibro flare up and have been feeling a little better emotionally/mentally these days, so, I was able to write again. There's a slight chance that some paragraphs are a bit confusing. I didn't fully proofread it. I'm sorry, my babies, I'm really tired right now, really achy, still. And I'm extremely hungry and there's some delicious homemade orange cake in front of me waiting to be eaten đ I've already eaten two pieces of it and drank a full cup of coffee with milk but I NEED to eat more bc I'm still starving and I love cake and coffee 𤤠idk about other countries but it's a tradition that we have here in Brazil to eat cake and drink coffee, together đ¤ anyways I gotta shut up now lol Hope you enjoy this chapter! I'd love to read your lovely comments down below đđťđđť I love y'all SO MUUUCH đÂ
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Chapter 8
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
No way out of your quicksand
But I can breathe underneath
Take your love, cover me
Pull me down, pull me down
You are wonderful
You've taken all of my heart
It was so worth the fall
Don't let go
Quicksand (Bridgit Mendler)
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
Today you felt anxious but excited. It was your first day off in a week. You were gonna Dreamwalk in your Avatar today. But you were not gonna be on a solo mission this time. Neteyam would be by your side. You two had planned to meet each other next to the river you always loved to play in. You had always loved running water.
Having Neteyam around felt like a breath of fresh air to you since you never truly felt at home amidst other human beings and, after so many years, it started to feel like a joke to you to insist on trying to fit into a society that seemed to not even want you there, in the first place. Most people behaved towards you like you were weird in some way. Neteyam never made you feel that way. You did not know if it was in view of the fact that he was na'vi or if it was just because he was in love with you.
You had always preferred to live among plants, insects, songs, books, animals⌠on your own little world, since you were a little girl. Everybody used to call you a daydreamer, saying you had your head on the clouds. When you were a child, you did not let that get under your skin. That's the beauty of childhood wonder, it has a lot of wisdom in it that we seem to forget, once we start growing up. Your little self never cared about those "demonstrations of care and concern" (that were nothing but condescending criticism and you never understood why people tried to conceal that fact if it was so obvious) because you knew you were not crazy or completely oblivious to reality like they used to say. Your fun and whimsical inner world was what felt like home to you, not the everyday mundane routine, the protocols that seemed ridiculously stupid to you, the shallow conversations and gossip⌠the over-all human society. It fucking sucked, if you were going to be totally honest.Â
It's not that you hated your own kind. No. It's just that you hated the way they built their empires, throughout history, the tainted legacy the ancestors left for the ones to come in the future - like a dying Planet, for example -, because of their own stupidity and recklessness.
You knew you were not harming anyone - yourself included - despite always engaging in daydreaming, all alone, with your earbuds on or just staring at a beautiful landscape and your grip on reality was still in check. Your grip on reality was actually so tight, your fingers would get hurt and start to bleed sometimes, because reality is a double bladed sword. It keeps you safe and stable, it is needed for you to not go bonkers, but it also cuts you deep with its sharp edges.
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Neteyam prepared to go out today to meet you during the day for the first time after the both of you became mates. It was just like Eywa had blessed him as he was able to finish all his duties to the clan and his training a little earlier than the usual today. Or maybe the Great Mother had nothing to do with it and it was all Neteyam making the greatest effort ever just to be able to spend some time with you in the daylight and finally see you in your na'vi body again. He missed seeing you like that. He missed the way your tail would wag softly showing you were feeling happy, he missed looking at your stripes and thinking they were the most beautiful stripes he had ever seen and most of all, he missed admiring the way you loved his planet, the way you respected and appreciated Eywa instead of hurting her.
When Neteyam was taking his bow and arrows and putting them on his back, ready to go into the woods to meet you, Lo'ak approached him, suspicious.
"Where are you going, bro?"
"To the forest. Maybe I can hunt for some food and if I'm lucky I'll bring us some good meat for dinner." Neteyam smiled and gave his younger brother a head pat, rapidly walking out of the Sully's hut door
Lo'ak wanted to yell something to his older brother, something like "I know there's something you're not telling me" but he did not. If Neteyam was hiding something, it would probably not be something that would harm him - Neteyam. Everybody knew how responsible - to the point of being annoying, sometimes - Neteyam was. Lo'ak used to get Neteyam into trouble all the time back when they were just teenagers and he was trying not to do that as much as he used to, even though he was not exactly doing a great job - he was doing a terrible job, actually - but he was still trying. He would still keep an eye on his older brother - "It seems like the tables have turned, huh?" Lo'ak thought - but he would leave him alone to do whatever he was going to do in the forest. He knew Neteyam did not have much free time for himself and he sometimes felt sorry for him, seeing him so tired and even stressed out really often because of his Olo'eyktan to be training and his responsibilities as the older brother. Lo'ak used to hold some grudges on his older brother when he was younger but now he understood that Neteyam actually struggled a lot too.
Neteyam pretended to not notice anything when he was leaving home but he did not fail to see the mistrust on Lo'ak's face. That was something he would have to deal with sooner than he wanted to, he acknowledged. He also thought about how his mother would react when she eventually finds out that her son, the future Olo'eyktan of their tribe, was in a relationship with a human girl. Neteyam did not want to disappoint his mother. He knew how proud she was of him and it hurt to think that she could start to think badly of him. He tried his hardest to whoosh those thoughts away.
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The Pandoran sun shone bright up in the sky, its rays reflecting on your bioluminescent freckles, making them a little more evident on your skin. The soothing sound of the leaves dancing with the pleasant wind and the water running in the nearby river filled the atmosphere around you. You walked slowly towards Neteyam, adrenaline dancing around in your belly in a bittersweet motion.
When Neteyam looked at you, it was like lightning had struck him. Not a destructive kind of lightning but a good one, sweet in its intensity, falling strongly all over him. Neteyam was seeing you in your Avatar for the first time after you had become his mate.
Your mouth was somewhat open, revealing your upper teeth and your na'vi (Avatar?) fangs. Your gaze revealed how much you had anticipated that moment, how much you stayed up when you should be sleeping, thinking about finally being able to see the look in Neteyam's face when he saw you in your Avatar. You knew he had watched you while you were Dreamwalking too many times before but you never got to see the admiration in his eyes when he did so as he had been stalking you, not letting you know he was around. You had wished to see his beautiful golden eyes captivated by you for so long. You wanted to feel pretty and desired like that. And now you were finally experiencing it as Neteyam looked almost dumb with enchantment while he stared at you. But cute dumb, you know? So damn cuteâŚ
You stared back at him as you took the last steps towards the place where he stood, as if he was frozen.
Neteyam felt like he was not able to move as he took in how beautiful you looked. He had never seen your na'vi body so close to his own body and it felt overwhelmingly good to do so. His sweet yawne finally belonged to him and he could now touch you and hold you in the physical form he found you most beautiful in. It's not like he did not think you were madly beautiful and hot in your human body, he always wanted to pin you down and make love to you while he was close to your human form, but nothing compared to seeing you in your na'vi form, the form where you smiled the most, where you seemed so much more alive and full of lust for experiencing the world around you. That made you even prettier. Happiness looked pretty on you.
Neteyam was na'vi and his people did not have as many severe mental struggles like humans did but there were rare cases where some na'vi who went through terrible trauma in their lives did become uninterested in fighting their dark thoughts and they did become extremely depressed, though they could be cured from that illness through rituals that healed the spirit, performed by their clan's TsahĂŹk.
Neteyam was not blind or oblivious to things that were obvious to the naked eye. He knew that nobody would break down and cry as often as you did, only minutes after waking up in the morning, while getting ready for work etc if this person was not in an enormous amount of pain, the kind of pain that made them wish to disappear and never be found again. Thinking about his mate feeling that kind of sorrow made him feel like his heart was being torn into pieces, blood spilling from it like water spills from a fountain.
The reason why Neteyam was so determined to convince you to transfer your consciousness to your na'vi body forever was not some selfish wish, it was not just because he wanted to take you to his tribe and have you be his mate, be able to bond with you through tsaheylu every night and get to love your body, sharing his affection and sexual pleasure with you as well as feeling your own through the bond - even though that thought did wake up a raw, intense desire and need inside of him and he just could not stop himself from fantasizing about that while stroking his cock when he could be all by himself without any chance of disturbance. Neteyam also wanted to give you the opportunity to live a blissful and fulfilling life, a life where you would laugh way more often than cry. If he knew someone that deserved nothing less than that, that person was you.
If in the worst case scenario, you still felt so bad after you had your consciousness transferred to your na'vi body, Neteyam planned to ask his mother to perform a ritual that heals the spirit on you. Thinking about that, he suddenly felt anxious and he felt his heart tightening inside his chest. Neteyam had been trying not to worry about the fact that it would be extremely hard to convince his mother to accept you as his mate and perform the ritual of transference of consciousness on you but that thought had been eating him alive constantly, ever since he talked to you for the first time, outside of the laboratoryâs kitchen window.
"Hi, muntxatan." (male mate) Neteyam's heart started beating quickly and it almost came out of his throat when he heard you calling him your mate in his people's language as you stopped in front of him and smiled widely, your eyes narrowing slightly. Those torturing thoughts about his mother trying to tear the both of you apart quickly were washed away from his mind by your presence. It was hypnotizing to him.
"Yawntu⌠You're just so beautiful. So insanely beautiful." Neteyam smiled, his eyes shining, still bewitched by you, and pushed you roughly against his body. He hugged you tighter than he ever did before since he knew he wouldn't hurt you by doing so when you're Dreamwalking. The size difference between the both of you was not that substantial anymore. His chin rested on the top of your head as he held you strongly against his body.
His roughness did not hurt you, on the contrary, it made you feel safe and protected to have his big - currently not huge, just big - arms around you, keeping your body close as your head was against his chest, your eyes shut and you could hear his heart beating fast. It made you indescribably happy to know that you were the reason for that quick heartbeat. You curled your lips up, smiling peacefully.
Peace. You spent so much time without feeling that but, after you accepted becoming Neteyam's mate, finally defeating your cruel fears, you started to feel peaceful way more often than you had ever felt in your life, even more often than you did when you were little.
Neteyam distanced your bodies a bit, still putting his hands on the sides of your arms, right below your shoulders and announced:
"Come! There's a place I wanna take you to." He took your hand and started walking in front of you, excitedly leading you somewhereÂ
"Where are you taking me?" You smiled and chuckled softly, curious
"You'll see." It was all he said
Neteyam made you feel excited about little things, like you were just a child again, a feeling you hadn't felt in so, so long. After Neteyam came to your life, it was like he painted vivid colors on your once all too white and dull canvas. You almost shivered at the reminder that you nearly ruined your chance to have a love so pure and true such as this one because of fear of the unknown and refusal of getting out of your comfort zone.
After walking through the rainforest with you for a little while, Neteyam stopped in front of a tall, large tree and you soon recognized it. Its branches had clusters that were full of some beautiful fruits that reminded you of blueberries that used to exist on Earth, before they went extinct.
"Here. Do you recognize this tree? I've seen you look at it so many times. Were you wondering if the yovo fruits are safe to eat?"
"Yeah." You smiled bashfully "They look delicious."
"And they are. They're safe to eat, yawne. We can eat some now, if you want to." Neteyam smiled kindly at you. The fact that he remembered small details about you made your heart melt.Â
"I'd love that, Teyam."
Neteyam smiled, unbelieving.
"What did you call me?"
"TeyamâŚ?" You furrowed your eyebrows "It's just a nickname I came up with for you⌠Do you hate it?" You contorted your features in a way that showed him you were feeling slightly insecure and embarrassedÂ
"No! I love it, yawntutsyĂŹp! I love it." He smiled and chuckled "I just wasn't expecting it. I love that my muntxate is calling me by a special nickname. Feels intimate." Neteyam came closer to you and held your face with both his beautiful strong blue hands
You looked up at his face with doe eyes and waited as you knew what was coming. You could feel it. The sneaky butterflies started flying inside your belly again.
Neteyam kissed you slowly, crushing his soft wet lips against yours. He pressed his lips on your mouth again and again for a short amount of time but it was enough to make your legs feel weak.
"Come, oeyä muntxate. I'll help you climb the tree."
Neteyam did as he said and soon enough you both were sitting on the wooden "floor" of the tree, sharing yovo fruits and eating them.
You two started to chill and talk about everyday life. It felt so good. It felt familiar, just like any relationship you had had before with a human guy, but better. So much better. Your alien boyfriend - mate? It felt so weird to say it like that⌠- made you feel things that none of your ex human boyfriends could ever dream to do. Neteyam made you feel understood. He did not judge you. He made you feel at home. Neteyam was becoming home for you.
You started to tell him how sad and done with everything you sometimes felt. Well, not sometimes⌠It happened all the time, even though it got better now that Neteyam was in your life. But you did not want to make him worry about you.
"You know, sometimes I feel like that too."
"What do you mean?" You questioned
"Like there's so much chaos inside that I just wanna talk to someone and vent. But I'm always so busy. There never seems to be time to find someone to do that with."
You were slightly surprised.Â
"Yeah, me too. Always too busy." You sighed "And exhausted, to be honest. Both physically and mentally."
"Well, I do have way more stamina than humans do" You laughed at Neteyam's teasing "But some nights I come home from training and after taking care of my siblings, really, really tired too. And I don't mean only physically."
"We have some stuff in common, don't we?" You pointed out, smiling
"We certainly do." He smiled back
You felt good knowing that.
Neteyam laid on the floor, right by your side.
"I'm full" He let out a laugh that sounded lovely in your ears while stroking his stomach.
"Me too." You laid on the floor too, just like Neteyam had just done. Your belly felt pleasantly filled up "But these fruits are so good I'd still eat a dozen of them." You playfully said, laughing
"Do you want more? I can get you some more." Neteyam gently offered
"No, it's okay, Teyam. I'm good for now." You smiled at him
Neteyam smiled back, showing no teeth, a soft, enamored look in his feline amber eyes.
You two spent some time together in comfortable silence.
"Oeyä muntxate?"
"Yeah?" You looked at him and let out a relaxed sigh, smiling softly
"Oel ngati kameie."Â He said, with vulnerable sincerity in his eyes
It seemed like he was gazing inside your very soul. Like his golden eyes could see something in you nobody else could. Like he saw who you truly were. Like Neteyam saw the good and bad and the ugly and the greatness and the doubts and the fears and the uniqueness and the ordinary parts of you, like he saw all of you, and it did not scare him off to see your dark side. You could feel he was staying for both your virtues and your vices. And maybe that's what "Oel ngati kameie" meant, when said to the one you're choosing to be your mate. Means connecting to someone in a raw, deep way, a way that nobody else is able to. A way that allows you to see the other person's flaws but not be afraid of them and try to find a way out. A way that allows you to see the grace in every little detail that that other soul has, to see the beauty in them that they themselves could never see.
"Oel ngati kameieâŚ" You finally said, smiling, still not believing he had said those words to you
Neteyam smiled brightly while gazing into your eyes. He always looked deep inside your eyes⌠It felt almost too much but it still had just the right amount of intensity for it to be deliciously alluring instead of overwhelming.
Neteyam took your hand and intertwined your fingers on his. You felt the touch of his warm hand burning your skin in a pleasant way. After a few seconds, he kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You kept staring at both your hands glued together for a while.
"I wanna cuddle with you, oeyä muntxate." His voice brought your attention back to his face.
You could hear nervousness and need in his tone.
"Sure, yawne."
You were starting to really like calling Neteyam by na'vi pet names. The na'vi language was incredibly pleasing to the ears, in your opinion.
Neteyam started moving your body carefully, so you could lay on your side and when you obeyed, laying in said position, he himself laid on his side and pulled you in, making your body be as close to his as he could, your ass against his clothed member.Â
Your lungs started to do a poor job at helping you breathe now that the both of you were so close. You got nervous as you two had, yes, cuddled before, when you were in your human body, but he was never behind you like that, his body glued to yours. You knew he could feel your ass on his cock. Your heart was beating at the speed of light.
It did not take long for you to start to feel Neteyam was now fully erect, his cock pressed against your ass. You felt the inner walls of your pussy start to twitch and you got all wet, your juices spreading over your panties. Neteyam was so big and thick and your body responded like crazy to him.
It was a violent, invincible desire that made Neteyam cling so much to you, all the time. It would burn his insides, making him yearn for you, for your touch, for your warmth. There was no rational explanation inside his head for it. Neteyam could not understand it, he could only feel it covering all his being, exuding from his eyes whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you⌠He knew you could tell how much he was thirsty for you almost all the time. But Neteyam did not care about being so vulnerable. He wanted you to know what you did to him. Maybe like that you would surrender sooner and give yourself to him completely already. He felt so impatient. Everyday it was getting harder and harder for him to not take you in his arms and mate with you. This wait was killing him, day by day. It was like a slow and agonizing death. And now that he could smell your sweet juices so vividly, he felt like he could no longer hold back.
Neteyam pushed you even closer to him. You whimpered softly, the feeling of his huge, girthy cock pressed against your butt was divine.
Neteyam got you crazily wet just so quickly that it never failed to surprise you. He was like quicksand to you; you could try and run as much as you wanted but you would always end up being swallowed by his love.
"I need you so much, muntxateâŚ" He cried out softly in your ear while rubbing his hard cock on your ass. "You're all wet for me. You smell so good, it's intoxicating." He sniffed the air, savoring your natural scent just like it was the most mouthwatering thing he had ever felt filling his sensitive nostrils "Please, lemme make you mine completely, my sweet yawne. PleaseâŚ"
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Home for the Holidays (X. Riorson) Part 1
Summary: You return home for Christmas with Xaden who is pretending to be your date.
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Fandom: Fourth Wing, Xaden Riorson
Warings or A\N: Not yet đ Just throwing this out here. If yall have an request for any Fourth Wing male characters let me know. (Not the professors or the commanders\generals)
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As your mom continued her endless rambling on the phone, you couldn't help but let out a sigh. She had an uncanny ability to stretch a conversation for an eternity before finally turning her attention on you. "So, are you finally coming home this year? You know, last year you promised but ended up disappointing us," She questioned, her disappointment still lingering from the previous year.
        You remembered the frustration of not being able to go home due to work commitments, and your mom never let you forget it. It wasn't as if you had a choice in the matter; your boss had denied your request for time off, leaving you with no other option. However, this time around, you were determined to make things right. "Mom, I assure you, I'll be home for the holidays. In fact, I'm leaving on Saturday," You reassured her, hoping to alleviate any lingering doubts.     Â
     As your mom casually mentioned the idea of inviting Dain, your ex, to the holiday gathering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. "Mom, don't even think about it," you interjected, hoping to put an end to the idea before it gained any traction.
       Her response was dismissive, "Why not? He used to come every year."
      You couldn't believe she was even considering it. "Yeah, that was before we broke up. It's not appropriate to invite your daughter's ex-boyfriend to a family event," you firmly stated, trying to make her understand.
     But your mom seemed oblivious to your reasoning. "But everyone else will have a date or someone with them. You'll be the only one without a partner," she persisted, seemingly determined to play matchmaker.
     Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but feel annoyed at the reminder of your single status. "Mom, I'm perfectly fine being single," you asserted, hoping she would finally hear you.
      However, your mom continued on, completely disregarding your words. "Yes, I think I will invite Dain. Maybe you two can work things out and fix whatever caused the breakup," she mused, completely missing the point.
       Realizing that reasoning with her was futile, you decided to bring the conversation to an end. "Hey Mom, I've got to go. I'll see you on Saturday night," you announced, hoping to escape the mounting frustration.
      "Okay, love you sweetheart," your mom replied, seemingly unaware of the tension.
      "Love you too," you responded, quickly ending the call.Â
       Overwhelmed with frustration, you let out a scream, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been building throughout the conversation.
       "Tough call,"
Startled by the unexpected voice, you turned around to find your hot neighbor, Xaden, standing there. "Oh, you scared me. Yeah, you could say that," You replied, still feeling the lingering frustration from the conversation with your mom.
       âI've got a bottle of white wine and was planning to cook some steak, if you wanna come over,â
        Xaden's offer caught you off guard. "I couldn't impose like that," you hesitated, not wanting to intrude on his plans.
       He shrugged, a charming smile playing on his lips. "It's not imposing if I invited you," He replied.
      His confidence and the thought of a relaxing evening with him was tempting.Â
      "Great. See you at seven," he said, already assuming your acceptance as he walked away, leaving you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation for the evening ahead.
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      As Xaden poured the wine into your glass, he posed a question that struck a chord. "Why didn't you tell your mom the real reason why you two broke up?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
      You took a sip of the wine, contemplating his question. "Everyone loves him. My parents. My siblings. Hell, even my grandparents do. If I were to tell them that he cheated on me, they wouldn't believe me because 'he's a good guy'. It's frustrating. And honestly, I never even wanted to date him in the first place," You confessed, the weight of the situation evident in your voice.
      Xaden's expression turned sympathetic as he listened to your words. "Then why are you going back there? It sounds like they're super toxic and don't deserve you," He remarked, his concern evident.
      A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his comment. "They're the type of people who see the good in everyone. It's just how they are," you explained, understanding the complexity of the situation.
      Xaden beckoned you to join him on the couch, asking, "Once you're down there, what's your plan?" You followed his gesture, clutching your wine glass as you settled beside him.     Â
      Contemplating his question, you replied, "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I'll try to maintain a civil demeanor. However, deep down, I know that once him and I are both there, everyone will gaslight me into rekindling our relationship,â
      Xaden leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ask me," he urged, leaving you puzzled.  Â
      "Ask you what?" you inquired, trying to make sense of his cryptic statement.
      A sly smile played on his lips as he revealed his proposition. "Ask me to accompany you as your pretend date," He suggested.Â
      Your heart skipped a beat, and a rush of excitement coursed through your veins. The thought of Xaden joining you at your family's gathering sent shivers down your spine. Not only would it silence your family's nagging, but Xaden's undeniable attractiveness added an extra allure. "I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. It's a two-week affair, and don't you have work?" you hesitated, concerned about inconveniencing him. Â
      Dismissing your worries, he shook his head. "Don't worry about work. Just ask me," he insisted
     You remained silent, unsure of how to respond.Â
      "Ask. Me," He repeated.Â
      Succumbing to defeat, you let out a sigh. "Will you join me at my family's holiday gathering?" You finally asked, your voice laced with vulnerability.Â
      A wide grin spread across Xaden's face as he replied, "I would love to, Buttercup. I thought you'd never ask.â
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      Xaden parked the car in front of your parents' house, he prepared to step out, but you gently placed a hand on his, halting his movement. "Just give me a moment," you requested, your voice filled with a mix of nerves and determination.  Â
      Xaden settled back into his seat, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey, look at me," he said softly, capturing your attention.
      Turning to face him, you met his reassuring gaze. "If at any point you feel the need to leave, for any reason, big or small, I promise I'll get you out of there," He assured you, his words offering a sense of comfort.Â
      You nodded, acknowledging his support, and withdrew your hand from his. A warm smile graced Xaden's face. "Don't open your door just yet," He advised, causing you to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.Â
      He chuckled, breaking the tension. "I know we're pretending, but I still want to make a good impression on them," he explained.
      With that, Xaden exited the car and made his way to your side, opening the door for you. Extending his hand, he offered his assistance, ready to help you step out of the car.
      Inhaling deeply, you gratefully accepted Xaden's assistance. He retrieved the luggage from the trunk, and together, you approached the front door. As you reached out to knock, Xaden's arm gently encircled your waist, providing both comfort and an unexpected surge of warmth that ignited your senses. After a few moments, your mother opened the door, her smile widening as she laid eyes on you. However, her expression quickly shifted to one of surprise as she turned her gaze towards Xaden. "Oh, whoa," she exclaimed, clearly taken aback.
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Your takes on Marc always feel so accurate so Iâd like to hear more of what you think in reference to that ask
i thinkkkkk this ask was about the pre argentina post sepang period where marc is like. attempting to mend his relationship to valentino by pure force of will and also being very sweet but vale is a lil reticent if sometimes polite... estranged but still hanging on to that lethal chemistry. death would be kinder if your name is marc marquez. but im going to take a HARD turn into omegaverse land here so sorry to god and his motorcycle racers
SO i think marc obviously like. doesnt really want to believe its over. hes soooo in love here (and as a canonical late bloomer i dont think hes EVER had a heat without vale?? and he is discovering that he is in fact quite bad at dealing with them by himself?) and i really do think that, as hurt as he was by the sepang fallout, he really thinks vale will get over it with time ! and that eventually theyll be able to be as close as they were previously! as soon as he unblocks me the wedding is back on ! truly cannot imagine doing a heat with anyone else he feels literally cold down to his bones thinking about it. and its not even just the dynamic stuff... he misses the grabby hands on cooldown laps and the hugs in parc ferme and the way vale used to put his long fingers in marc's hair to put him where he wants him when they were fucking and the soft skin of his neck and how when vale would touch him everything in marc's brain could just go quiet. truly he feels it in his TEETH like the longing is LETHAL the longing is PHYSICAL the longing has marc IGNORING HIS BODY'S BASIC NEEDS and refusing to go out and find someone to spend a heat with that would actual resolve the hormonal part of his biology reaching for vale (and break that mf bond). so the heat never quite fully resolves! and he feels antsy and feverish and smells literally crazy for weeks at a time. every alpha in the paddock bristling when the wind changes direction... vale staring at the sky with his nails digging into his palms
so marc's already shaky self control is pushed to the limit by his body's insane hormonal situation (motogp doctor is like. technically he can ride !) and so for a few years he decides to kind of. wage this tentative little campaign to see if he can get vale to smile at him or literally touch him at all and relieve a little of the tension swimming around in his body. ANY relief. so he says hi to him every day. goes up to him in parc ferme. small little touches on the podium. just making vale smell like him a little bit. hind brain rejecting the reality where they havent really touched skin on skin in months. waiting for vale to take off his glove before he shakes his hand. BUT because this is omegaverse and i love DRAMA, what marc doesnt realize is that he is sort of. fortifying the beginning stages of a bond that they had started to form when they were fucking. a bond that WOULD have just died if he left it alone or found someone else, but he canttttt because hes oblivious and in love... AND THEN he gets another heat, and its SO much worse... like the effects are compounding, and he can barely see straight and he's feverish and shaking with big eye bags all pale and sad... and eventually alex notices and pulls the plug. says you will NOT get on a bike like this and marc gets permission to stop and basically COLLAPSES
but meanwhile vale is being driven INSANE this entire time because the bond wont DIE but its also not COMPLETED, and marc keeps TOUCHING HIMMMM and smelling insaneeee like hes in heat literally constantly and vale doesnt know what the ISSUE is.... and hes caught up in soooo much resentment but theres literally a base part of his body that cannot physically ignore marc whatsoever. so its an escalating arms race of horny frustration until marc suddenly pulls out of the race one weekend (the official line is for "dynamic reasons" which vale stares at for full minute wondering. is anyone taking care of marc like he would. caught between wanting him to be okay and feeling SICK thinking about another alpha helping him through any of it...) and then theres a knock at his motorhome door. and its alex marquez, looking tired and a little nervous. and he just says. i need your help. its marc.
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it's legit been a hot minute since i've read an LO episode from start to finish so I decided to read the new free episode
wow i'm really not missing a dang thing am i, jfc
I've talked about it before how the dialogue in these comics really feels... non-human, but now I'm at a point where I wouldn't even be surprised if I find out the comic was being written by one of those script bots or some AI Chat GPT tool. It's just so stupidly clunky with very little context or build-up to what's being said, the characters feel like they're just talking at each other rather than with each other, if you know what I mean. It's giving Shenmue 3.
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But let's have some extra fun with this and go through it panel by panel.
I'm not gonna talk about the Apollo scene, not yet at least. But I DO want to talk about the dialogue exchange between Persephone and the demigods she's chosen to be judges.
First off, we get this cut to Persephone saying "Thank you so much for coming today." But the stuff that follows really feels like these guys have no idea where they are or why. Like, the first thing the guy on the left has to say is "you're a woman", why is he making this observation now if they intentionally made the decision to join her? If he's supposedly sexist on that line alone (which is what a lot of people in the discussion circles assume) why would he even join her on the boat in the first place if he wasn't willing to listen to a woman?
Oh, okay, so they HAVE had this conversation already, great exposition, Rachel! But again, it still makes no sense why he's making this observation out of nowhere if he already knows he's going to be working with her and chose to come along with her on the boat ride. Why is he repeating what he's already said? Why not just have this conversation happen organically instead of doing the whole sitcom "cut to the middle of what's happening and explain it matter-of-factly for the audience to catch up so we don't have to actually show the entire conversation???" bit?
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It's such a cliche overused tactic to try and skip informing NPC's of what the audience already knows but that only works if we, the audience, know what's going on. Such a tactic is meant to benefit the AUDIENCE, not the characters. It's a pointless waste of time for everyone involved if they're doing it the other way around where the NPC's know but the audience doesn't and the characters have to re-explain everything they already know for the audience. It's clunky exposition.
And then of course, we get Persephone acting all high and mighty with people who, again, don't even seem to know what the fuck is going on, they don't even seem to be functioning at full brain capacity with how repetitive and pointless their dialogue is (especially the "I'm a son of Zeus" guy but we'll get to him later). If Persephone's thankful for them joining her, why is she being such a bitch? This isn't a power move, she's not being a "boss babe", she's being that bitchy manager that complains about high turnover rates completely oblivious or uncaring to the fact that she's the reason people quit the job in the first place.
"It's listening to the Queen of the Underworld time", bitch you have done NOTHING to earn that title or demand for respect. NO ONE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE. Anyone who DOES know her only knows her as a consort of Hades from that one tabloid pic from ten years ago. So... yeah, literally no one knows her. Even if they saw her in that weird broadcast during the Kronos fight (which, why would they, everyone was asleep as we were told and that news chopper was from OLYMPUS), she has done nothing to organically earn the respect and admiration of the people. As far as anyone's concerned, she's just this weird pink thing rolling into town and the only reason she has power at all is because the King has a flower nymph fetish and wanted a replacement for the girl that "got away" and married his brother.
IDK if this was an attempt at a joke but I feel bad for this guy because he clearly has no idea where he is, why he's here, or why he's going to work for the Underworld when he's a son of Zeus and would maybe prefer a job in Olympus somewhere. Look at him, those aren't the eyes of a man who knows what's going on.
"RAWR, I'm edgy and in control, shut your whore mouth while I'm speaking, peasant!"
She doesn't even look intimidating here, she looks severely constipated.
This is also legit just a copy paste of the Hera/Apollo/Echo scene from S2 which just further drives home how Persephone is an emotional replacement for Hera and a physical replacement for Rhea (while also satisfying that aforementioned flower nymph fetish).
Again, Persephone has done nothing to earn the admiration or respect of her people (unlike, y'know, Hera) and it's bullshit that she pretended to be all thankful at the beginning of this only to then treat them like shit as soon as she was able. Like, again, she seems to have just kidnapped these guys and they undoubtedly have questions and instead she's steamrolling all over them for zero reason beyond stroking her ego. If she's so bothered by the first guy being a sexist, why is she hiring him in the first place???
girl he's literally trying to escape from your bullshit, why are you treating him like a toddler or a hamster who can't control himself
it's painfully clear now these guys absolutely did not sign up for ANY of this and even if they DID sign up to be judges for Hades, they clearly were NOT aware it would include being berated and snipped at by his moody toddler of a wife, she's the ONLY one here who has zero self control or qualifications. push her in the river, please. put her in the hamster cage.
so yeah, it's not "thank you for coming with me today", it's "thank you for shutting up and being good little hostages so mommy can play pretend ruler, if you even THINK of ignoring me i'll have my daddy Mads Mikkelson- I mean, Hades chop your balls off, teehee!" seriously can SOMEONE please push her in the river, she's got like 50 pounds of hair, she has zero chance /hj
"i found a way for my husband to do even less work than he already does, like a good little billionaire!"
ms. brian griffin, no one knows what elysium is
we, the audience, haven't even seen elysium
no one knows what you're talking about and no one has anything to thank you for because so far you've spent the majority of your time in the underworld since the time skip dicking around and acting like a Karen
literally sit down and eat your oatmeal
we don't even know what 'nu-tartarus' is, who wants to bet rachel watched sci-fi the week she made this with the 'nu' spelling, jfc
what did she do to warrant the 'nu'
in fact, is tartarus even accessible right now??? what happened to Kronos locking himself up in there and refusing to let anyone in??? Did they seriously dig a hole in the ground and call it "Nu-Tartarus"? Fuck off.
Hermes, pal, you're seeing this shit, right? How can you sit there and watch her act like this??? This ain't the girl you used to make out with in the mountains.
"My husband serves in the military, you know! You'll regret not giving me that 2% discount!"
for those of you in the audience who don't know this, this is what we call panel filler. i.e. pointless repetitive panels that RS uses to fill her panel quota each week. LO always has at least 2-3 of these per episode. Go ahead, fact check it yourself, I'll wait.
Diva Plavalaguna wore it better, honey.
(also why do her ARMS look the same as her hair, they look like sausage casings đ)
Such a weird cut though, from her making that "lol can you believe the things I put up with ????" face to her just WALKING AWAY FROM THE MEN WHO HAVE NO IDEA WHY THEY'RE EVEN HERE.
what- um, why are we cutting to this? I get that it's RS still trying to exposit instead of write organically but Hermes literally didn't ask and he should probably already be aware of what's going on if he's ON THE BOAT WITH HER. Also why are you explaining to him what a demi-god is? Again, it's Rachel trying to do the "and that's my plan" shtick not understanding that only works for OTHER CHARACTERS who aren't "in on it", NOT THE AUDIENCE. When you try to have your characters explain things JUST for the sake of the audience, it makes them all look stupid and it wastes the audience's time.
Like, never mind the fact that Hermes himself is technically a demi-god in LO as his mother is a non-god.
This would have worked better if she was explaining who these men were specifically, like the fact that they were Kings when they were alive, or why she chose them, but no, she just starts it and leaves it at "well they're related to Zeus, so they're demi-gods" with zero lead-up or context as to why she's explaining this to Hermes of all people in the first place.
WAIT OKAY. SO I WAS RIGHT, THEY LITERALLY AREN'T FUNCTIONING AT FULL AUTONOMY. THAT'S WHY THEY'RE REPEATING THINGS OR NOT SAYING THINGS THAT ARE RELEVANT OR ASKING QUESTIONS.
PERSEPHONE LITERALLY TOOK THESE SHADES WHO HAVE NO ABILITY TO CONSENT OR UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON
AND IS FORCING THEM TO WORK FOR HER HUSBAND, THE SLAVE DRIVER.
PERSEPHONE HAS BECOME A SLAVE DRIVER.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING WITH ME TODAY" ????
"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING GOOD LITTLE SLAVES. YOU WORK FOR ME AND MY HUSBAND NOW. WE'LL GIVE YOU BACK ENOUGH OF YOUR AUTONOMY TO MAKE YOU GOOD FOR WORKING BUT YOU WILL NEVER HAVE FREE WILL."
THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT OF HADESTOWN BUT IT WANTS US TO CHEER FOR HADES' POINT OF VIEW IN THE END.
Also, "Hades is going to restore some of their humanity"??? Guys, do you realize the implications of this?
If this is something he's always been able to do, that means he's always had the ability to grant the shades working for him autonomy and will, but chose not to.
Give them enough sentience and autonomy to work, but not enough to question why they're working for the system in the first place.
Great job Persephone, this is soooo much better than what Hades was doing before. You've made life so much better for the dead.
Fucking hell. I started this essay with the intent of talking about the weird clunky dialogue exchanges and as I sat on it and wrote on it longer and longer it just got so much WORSE and turned into discussing Persephone's lack of morals and how she's become the very thing she always claimed she stood against.
I say "great job Persephone" but we also have to give credit where credit is due - great job Rachel, this is soooo much better than just ending the series in the first two seasons or actually resolving the plot threads you started in Season 1. You've made your comic so much better to please the stans and spite the haters.
Christ. I'm not even done talking about everything I wanted to talk about regarding this episode but I figured I should cut it off here to at least keep it all on theme. I do wanna talk about that Apollo scene and the Hermes/Persephone conversation but I'll probably do that in separate posts.
Despite how fired up I got, I am glad about one thing - I really am not missing anything. I have lost nothing from unsubscribing from LO and uninstalling the WT app. And frankly, neither will you if you've been contemplating on promoting yourself to a non-reader. There is zero FOMO here. I get just as much if not more entertainment from just following along with the hilarious conversations in the Discord and subreddit each week, because at LEAST those are fun and don't make me feel dead inside like LO does. LO isn't entertaining, it's hardly even so-bad-that-it's-entertaining at this point, maybe it still is for you, but I'm assuring you right now for those of you "hanging on", it's not going to magically "get better", even the episodes that some people CLAIM are better really aren't because of how low the bar is nowadays. I am giving you full permission to free yourself of these shackles if you've been looking for a way out. Take this as your metaphorical key.
The LO we all fell in love with is long, long gone.
#and yes i do hope rachel and webtoons reads this#because a lot of people do have the WT app at this point just for LO so people dropping off LO means people dropping off the app#this comic absolutely is affecting your bottom line WT#why is this comic still being carried on WT's shoulders#even when it's not being outright controversial or offensive it's still just a poorly made comic#the dialogue is janky and there's NOTHING GOING ON#it's just further proof that so many romance webtoons aren't built to last 3 seasons#they always lose their steam by then#just put it out of its misery for the love of god#lore olympus critical#lo critical#antiloreolympus#anti lore olympus#Youtube
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Yunho & Ateez - Feverish & Disoriented - Part 1
Yunho had seemed fine that morning. He was up and out of bed without Yeosang having to intervene, he had eaten breakfast, downed a couple cups of coffee, and was out the door with no problem. Which is why everyone was confused by this new version of Yunho that was fumbling his way through their dance practice.
They had all learned the new choreography together the day before. Typically that would mean that Yunho had already mastered it and was helping the others which, to be fair, had seemed the case for the first few hours of their day, but now Yunho was in his own world, taking the time between run throughs to sit quietly by himself, his unfocused eyes staring blankly into the middle distance while Mingi and Wooyoung answered questions about the choreography and demonstrated the parts that they were having trouble with.
âYuyu, does Jongho move on three or four?â Mingi asked, glancing at Yunho through the mirror during a brief lull. Yunho was always the first to master the choreography, both his parts was well as everybody elseâs. They could always count on him to know where each member was supposed to be and when, but this time he responded to Mingiâs inquiry with a nod and a vacant stare at nothing in particular.
Mingi turned around to ask again but Wooyoung stepped in to help before he could, pulling up the choreography video and confirming that Jongho started moving on three but had both beats to get to the other side of the formation.
Leaving Jongho to work on his part, Wooyoung pulled Mingi to the side, murmuring in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
âI donât know whatâs going on with himâ Wooyoung started, glancing toward Yunho who was now staring at his water bottle as if he was seriously contemplating whether or not he was thirsty. âBut heâs gonna hurt himself if he keeps practicing like this. Clearly his mind is elsewhere. Heâs not paying attention andâŚthe last timeâŚâ
Wooyoung didnât have to elaborate any further, both he and Mingi instantly remembering how Yunho had been goofing around a few years prior, more focused on going home shortly than on his dancing, when he had fallen during the final run and sprained his knee so badly that he was laid up for three days, high out of his mind from the pain meds that the hospital gave him, and on crutches for the next two weeks. Yunho had been strongly admonished by Hongjoong following that incident but he had certainly leaned his lesson, until today it seemed. But even so, his lack of focus wasnât coming from him being silly and unprofessional today. Yunho was just beingâŚweird. And very un-Yunho like.
Mingi nodded at Wooyoungâs comment as they both turned to look at the subject of their conversation who seemed completely oblivious to their eyes on him. Mingi excused himself from Wooyoungâs side, feeling compelled to take a shot at figuring out what was going on with his best friend.
âHey, whatâs on your mind?â Mingiâs voice was tentative and he couldnât help but catch the irony in his question. From the looks on Yunhoâs face there was absolutely nothing on his mind, which was the root of the problem at hand. Yunho didnât respond immediately, almost as if he hadnât heard the question, before turning to Mingi and replying.
âYeah, Iâm good tooâ he said a little overeagerly. Mingi feigned a smile and nodded at Yunho as he stood up, but his smile quickly faded as he made eye contact with Wooyoung, shaking his head before wandering over to Hongjoong.
âWhatâs going on with him?â Hongjoong asked quietly once Mingi was in earshot. âHeâs a mess today.â
Mingi shrugged, honestly having no idea what had Yunho so unfocused today. Hongjoong had been hoping Mingi would know what was wrong so that he could figure out what to say to him. He sighed, resigned to the fact that heâd be going in blind.
âYunhoâ Hongjoong said softly as he took a seat next to his dongsaeng on the floor. He couldnât miss six pairs of eyes flitting toward them before looking away. Clearly everybody had noticed how off Yunho had been for the better part of the day. Yunho, however, didnât seem to register his presence at his side and flinched when Hongjoong placed a hand on his shoulder, doing his best to center him enough to have a conversation.
âHey, you seem a little off todayâ Hongjoong said. âIs everything okay?â His heart sank when Yunhoâs face fell, his eyes filling with the realization that he had disappointed his members.
âIâm fineâŚâ Yunho replied, his eyes cast down. ââŚI think?â
Hongjoong couldnât put a finger on what was going on but he knew he didnât like it. And he knew that he wouldnât be allowing Yunho to start practice again that afternoon until he could focus.
âShould we step outside to get some air?â Hongjoong persisted but Yunho shook his head, getting back on his feet in a way that seemed a bit unstable to Hongjoong, causing him to spring to his feet as well in order to catch Yunho if he lost his footing.
âNo, thanks hyung. Sorry I guess Iâm a little tired today. Would it be okay if I went to the washroom?â Yunhoâs response could have been convincing to somebody that hasnât known him for years but it only made Hongjoong even more concerned.
âOf course, taken your time. We arenât in a rush today so no need to hurry backâ Hongjoong replied as Yunho nodded back before turning to head for the door.
*~*~*~*~*~
âYou told him not to rush, Joong. And something clearly is on his mind today.â Seonghwa reassured Hongjoong. âGive him a few more minutes. If heâs not back soon Iâll go get him. But you said yourself that you donât want him dancing until heâs more focused again. Which is fair so letâs give him some space to gather himself.â
Hongjoong nodded before wandering over to Wooyoung who was working with Jongho on some footwork that he knew he needed to work on as well. Realistically at this point Hongjoong would do just about anything to get his mind off Yunho and the blank look that had been in his eyes all afternoon. But after another fifteen minutes with no sign of Yunho Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa pointedly, who finally relented, excusing himself from the conversation he was in with Yeosang and San and heading toward the door.
Mingi immediately noticed him leaving and jogged to follow him. Even without a single word exchanged Seonghwa knew that Yunhoâs unusual behavior had Mingi on edge so he let Mingi tag along.
Seonghwa and Mingi quickened their pace a bit when they found the nearest washroom vacant, genuinely unsure where else Yunho would have wandered off to.
Relief washed over both of them when they found Yunho in the lounge, sitting cross-legged on the couch. That is until they noticed the tears silently running down his cheeks.
âSorryâŚâ Yunho mumbled, his hands quickly flying up to his face to wipe his tears away. âI couldnât remember what studio we were in. I was looking aroundâŚI donât know⌠I just got turned around I guess.â
After shaking the immediate shock of finding Yunho in such a state, Seonghwa and Mingi were at either side of him on the couch. Mingi immediately felt Yunho shaking and glanced at Seonghwa, grabbing his attention.
âHyung, heâs tremblingâ Mingi said softly as he stood up from the couch to grab a blanket from the closet. Seonghwa placed a hand on Yunhoâs bare bicep, instantly confirming that Mingi was correct.
âHey, whatâs going on in there?â Seonghwa asked kindly as he cupped Yunhoâs cheeks between his hand and looked into his eyes, suddenly realizing how warm Yunho was feeling to his touch. He quickly moved a hand to his forehead and then to the side of his neck. Yunho was undoubtedly running a fever, and, from the feel of it, an uncomfortably high one at that.
âOh love,â Seonghwa whispered, pushing Yunhoâs hair back from his face. âAre you not feeling well?â Mingiâs head whipped around at that, noticing the way that Seonghwaâs hands were moving deftly in the way that they always did when he was checking a member for a fever as his eyes scanned Yunho up and down, trying to discern if there was anything else that was visibly the matter.
âI felt okay this morning. But then I started feeling woozy while we were dancingâ Yunho replied. Seonghwa nodded as he rested a cool hand on the nape of Yunhoâs neck. Mingi grabbed their med kit from the closet as well before returning to Yunhoâs side.
Mingi draped the blanket over Yunhoâs lap before carefully grabbing one of Yunhoâs wrists and starting the stopwatch on his phone, counting the beats of Yunhoâs pulse for thirty seconds.
âCan you take a few deep breaths for me, Yunho?â Mingi asked, his brow furrowed as he focused on the thrum beneath his fingers. âYour pulse is racing.â
Yunho nodded and took a few labored breaths, earning himself soft affirmations from Seonghwa as Mingi continued to monitor him, his hand not leaving Yunhoâs wrist for another couple of minutes until he was satisfied that Yunhoâs pulse had slowed enough for the time being. Seonghwa noticed Mingi set Yunhoâs hand back in his lap and took the opportunity to reach into their med box, pulling out a thermometer and flipping it on.
âThatâs itâ Seonghwa said softly as Yunho allowed him to place the thermometer between his lips before grabbing a wrist to check his pulse himself. âYouâre doing just fine. Itâll be over soon.â Seonghwa cooed mindlessly as he felt Yunhoâs pulse picking up again, letting go of the thermometer for Yunho to hold under his tongue himself and using his free hand to rub circles across his shoulder blades in an attempt to get him to relax. Mingi sat silently with his hand on Yunhoâs knee, watching the reading on the thermometer like a hawk as it gradually increased, first surpassing 37°, then 38° while still ticking upward before landing on 39.1° with a quick beep.
Seonghwa set Yunhoâs wrist down and grabbed the thermometer before handing it to Mingi to clean and return to the box until the next time a member needed, which he hoped wouldnât be for a long time.
âHow about we get you home?â Seonghwa asked in the warm, kind voice that he always used when a member was exhausted, hurt, or sick. Yunho only nodded, confirming to both Seonghwa and Mingi that he was truly feeling absolutely miserably as, any other time, Yunho would never agree to leave work, especially dance practice, without putting up a fight. Mingi quickly grabbed the shoes that Yunho had haphazardly kicked to the side before sitting on the couch and slid them back on Yunhoâs feet one by one.
âHyung, will we have practice again tomorrow?â Yunho asked, his voice laced with confusion. It was no wonder that Yunho had been so unfocused all afternoon with the temperature that he was sporting but his tone made Seonghwa and Mingi frown.
âI donât think youâll have practice tomorrow, jagiâ Seonghwa replied as he grabbed both of Yunhoâs hands to pull him to his feet. âNot until we get this temp of yours back to where it needs to be.â
*~*~*~*~*~
The remaining five members stopped dead in their tracks when Mingi opened the studio door and stepped inside to grab Yunho and Seonghwaâs bags. They had agreed that Seonghwa would take Yunho home and put him to bed while Mingi stayed behind to make up for the fact that their main dancer had was going home sick. Jongho stepped forward to turn off the music when he saw Yunho, still wrapped in the blanket that Mingi had given him in the lounge, tucked into Seonghwaâs side. Nobody needed any further explanation as to what was going on.
San stepped forward, grabbing his own zip-up before quietly approaching Yunho and pulling the blanket off his shoulders. âThis will keep you nice and warm until you get homeâ San said with a comforting smile as he and Seonghwa helped Yunho get his arms into the sleeves. âComfy?â San asked, pulling the zipper up and placing a hand over Yunhoâs warm cheek. Yunho nodded absently, a subconscious response to Sanâs question despite his eyesâ hundred meter stare.
Yeosang was the next to step in, pulling the beanie he had worn to work that morning over Yunhoâs ears, not wanting Yunho to feel chilled on the way home. âGet some sleep and do whatever hyung tells you to do, okay? Iâll make you some of my momâs soup when I get home. Last time Wooyoung was sick his fever broke right away after he ate it.â
âIt wasnât right away, pabo,â Wooyoung called from within the studio. âAnd I donât think it had anything to do with the soup. Although it was delicious!â
Everybody erupted in laughter at that, and even Yunho cracked a tired smile.
âFeel better, Yunho-hyungâ Jongho said as he directed Yeosang, San, and Mingi back into the studio to resume rehearsal. âHave a good rest.â
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OCTOBER PROMPTS đ â 9. Guero
A/N: im trying my best to complete my list for this fall season. In MY brain winter doesnât start until December hits and winter isnât officially until late December which blows my mind every time I look it up lol but donât come at me X-mas lovers because I get it! just donât bring that Holly jolly bs my way just yet đ!!! Anyways missed my man so heâs next up for this short thing.
PROMPT is from HERE + Iâm using: âPlease, Iâm begging you. donât make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.â
WARNINGS: language, family drama, mentions of violence, + slightly sexual content towards the bottom.
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âFucking bitch makes me sick!â You huff as you flail the bed sheet up into the air for what should have been the fifth time.
Guero is smirking to himself, fresh out of the shower in his lounge wear, leaning against the doorframe that leads back into the bathroom.
You just got back from your outing with your sister-in-law and niece maybe twenty minutes ago but Guero figured things must have gone left when he heard you mumbling to yourself while he was drying off. He even called out to you through the crack of the door as he got dressed asking who you were talking to, since he didnât see you on the phone and you didnât hesitate to continue your rants.
âWhat she do this time?â Guero questions, knowing this tangent was aimed at your sister-in-law, since you only tolerated her and adored your niece.
Throwing the sheet against the mattress in frustration you whip around to face your boyfriend, âwhat doesnât she do?! You know how she is.â
Guero nodded his head. He did in fact know how your sister-in-law was and he also didnât care for her eitherânot just because you didnât fuck with her but they got into a debate about guns that left a sour taste in Gueroâs mouth. He didnât have to engage with her much like you did but he definitely listened every time you vented that she annoyed the shit out of youâŚso in a sense she was still around him too.
He waited for you to continue as you began pacing now, âwas I not tasked a week ago to get Ely her dress for the fall dance because her motherâs dumbass was too busy partying with her best friend of a mayorâwhoâs sheâs probably screwing and my brotherâs oblivious ass was too tied up with work?â
Eloise, or as you both called her, âEly,â was your twelve year old niece that was just getting into fragrances and dressesâwhich was a complete contrast to her mother. It was no shock to you that her mother, Reagan put that off on you since she wasnât the most stylish and didnât really connect to her daughter in that way.
âHell yeah you were,â Guero said, âyou were almost as excited as Ely was. What went down?â
You turned to work at the sheets again, straightening them out in the air and failing to get them to fit on the corners, âI go to this lunch date with them just to find out Reagan returned the dress! Said it was too inappropriate to wear to a middle school dance. And that I was trying to make Ely to look like a hoe since sheâs already top heavy.â
Guero frowned, âthe one you showed me a pic of? That little burgundy shit with the puff sleeves and flows at the bottom? I donât get what was wrong with it? Ely looked pretty and happy in it.â
âYes! Nothing was wrong with it! It wasnât too tight or short. Reagan was all smiles when I dropped Ely off that night too, almost thankful that I got something done that her ass should have been doing.â You hissed and balled up the sheets out of frustration.
Guero stepped in then, gently prying the sheets from your hands to put the sheet on the bed correctly. It was something you mentioned on your first date that you were always criticized for not making your bed right as a kid so your potential significant other had to be down with at least putting the sheets on.
Childhood trauma was a true bitchâŚmuch like sister-in-lawâs apparently.
Guero repeated, âSo Reagan went and returned it?â
âYeah and I think she truly did it out of spite because you wonât believe the dress she got Ely,â you informed with your arms crossed, watching as Guero put the sheets on with ease, âsheâs gonna make my niece look like a pilgrim at that dance.â
Guero glanced at you, âthat bad?â
âAnd I told her straight to her face when she showed me a video, that the dress Ely originally picked out was much more fitting than that floor length dress. I wasnât rude about it or anything.â
âFloor-length? Nah, thatâs crazy. What she say after that?â
âThat I wouldnât know the first thing about appropriate wear considering what I wore when I first met you.â
Guero furrowed his brows, âfuck is she getting at with that? We met at the damn fair in hot ass Arizona!â
âExactly,â you agreed, âthe fact that she even remembered that back then letâs me know that sheâs been keeping tabs on me just to talk shit and probably about me to Ely too but I donât care! She can run her mouth all she wants but donât try to take your insecurities out on Ely. Thatâs when it becomes a problem for me.â
Regan was a jealous person, you peeped that from the first day you met her unwillingly at your seventeenth birthday party. She barely let your brother mingle alone without interjecting herself into their conversations and this was after she was already introduced to family and friends. You knew she wasnât the person for your older brother, Kelvin but he insisted on settling for her after getting his heartbroken by an ex who cheated on him and fell in love with his (then) best friend during their college years. He didnât give himself enough time to heal right before he was back into another relationship with the very set in her ways Reagan. There was a five year age gap between you and your brother and sure you didnât understand it all back then but you were always aware that your brother tended to love long.
As siblings you didnât always see eye to eye and when he did bring his serious significant others around you were open to them opposed to him who gave yours the third degree. Just because you were his little sister didnât mean you wouldnât look out for him either. The moment you expressed your doubts of Reagan being the woman of his dreams, he decides heâs going to propose to her despite their heavy arguments of not being trusting of each other or really in love.
Eloise wasnât far behind after the wedding if you connect the dots.
It was odd to you that you always got scolded for voicing your opinions on your brotherâs well-being by your parents, that you were always expected to keep your mouth shut and just follow along but that same energy was not reciprocated when it came to Kelvin. He was the older brother, he was âsupposed,â to set the standard for you but at the same time you would always be different people.
Funny how that turned out now with your parents not wanting to be bothered with Reagan but preferred your four year going strong relationship with Javier âGuero,â Bardales.
âSheâs the fucken worse,â Guero says fixing his side of the bed after you retrieved the duvet from the bay window seat, âwas the kid messed up about it?â
âOh absolutely, it was written all over her face and you know how she shields her true personality away when her momâs around,â you say then clench your jaw which would probably trigger your TMJ later but you continue, âIâm so pissed with Reagan. Of course kids canât always get their way but you donât have to shit all over their enjoyment because of your own personal problems!â
âDid you tell Kel about it?â Guero smacks the pillow against the headboard, already sensing that was a lost cause.
He was just waiting for the day that Kel kicked Reagan to the curb. Now listen, Guero wasnât down with divorce, given that his own parents went through it and it resulted in lost time Guero got to spend with his own dad butâŚGuero actually liked Kel, although he gave him shit from the very beginning he walked into your life but they grew to actually like each other. Guero had his own fun and deep conversations with Kel, noticing that he was also most like himself whenever Reagan wasnât around. And one thing about Guero, if he saw someone he cared about being held back by someone else? he was always ready to do something about it; especially if the person was capable but taking too long to go through with some action.
Guero was a actions kinda guy.
âFor what? Thatâs like talking to a brick wall and Iâd rather save my breath.â You responded placing your hands on your hips before a smile spread over your lips.
Guero stared at the wicked expression on your face, ââŚwhatâd you do? We gotta hide the body?â
You snickered and then let out a sigh, âThat time hasnât come yet but my breaking point is among the Horizon I fear.â
Here you go with the dramatic stare off into the distance for a moment that it has Guero jumping onto the bed to get to you. The anticipation was bugging him and you were well aware as you kept smiling at him.
Resting your hands on his shoulders you said, âI went back and repurchased the dress and snipped the tags off. Reaganâs going away that same day as the dance to some conference in D.C. so obviously Elyâs gonna get ready here instead with her little girlies and non-binary friends.â
Guero wasnât thrilled about some pre-teens being at his shared spot with you but the expression on your face made him ignore that.
âThatâs what Iâm talkingâ about baby! Fuck what Bride of Chucky has to say, youâre more of a mother to Ely anyways.â Guero hyped you up as he gripped the sides of your neck to place a kiss right in between your brows.
You brushed your shoulders off, âand if she finds out and decides to get buck with me, I got something for that ass. She just doesnât know that Iâve been counting on the day.â
Guero knew you meant that too and that made him smile. He was never above violence, it was always fuck around and find out in his mind. Heâs been by your side for four years now and knew it took a lot to drive you to that point but he always encouraged you to speak up for yourself too since it was always conditioned for you to keep it all locked in.
Not when it came to Reagan though and he knew you had it in you, hearing of the fights you got into in your teenage years (one story consisted of: aged sixteen banging some girlâs face into the pavement, a story your father told him aboutâand another : aged thirteen with you jumping in to fight some older guys that tried to jump your brother at his high school graduation partyâjust to name two of Gueroâs favorite stories) and a recent road rage incident that happened two years ago which almost sent Guero into cardiac arrest.
So his girl was never no pussy, donât let the face fool you.
Guero instigated, âI dunnoâŚainât she on a softball team?â
âShe was until she fucked up her rotator cuff.â You gave the man a dark stare, âyou think beer muscles scare me?â
Guero snickered and put his hands up in surrender, ârelax baby, Iâm just fucking with you. No need to go assassin on me.â
âYou want me to be one so bad.â You rolled your eyes as Guero reaches out to slip his hands over your hips.
He has no shame in his game as he nods his heads at you, âoh yeah, listen itâll be the dream costume, huh?â
âYou just want to see me in more leather.â
âYeah I do.â Guero laughs before nipping your bottom lip.
You flick your French curls over your shoulder as you drape your wrists behind Gueroâs head, leaning to brush your lips against his ear you state, âthatâs just too bad, daddy.â
Guero let out a groan as you untangle yourself from him, hand going right to his chest, almost as if you just stabbed him while he flops back onto the bed. âSuch a tease and these are the things I get when I just made the damn bed?â
âOh the horror! Oh the bare minimum!â You joke as you plop on the edge of the king sized bed after locating the remote for the mounted flat screen, âthatâs what you get for not being my bone daddy last year.â
Guero sits up on his elbows, âyouâre still pressed about that? Baby I got enough art on my skin already, now why would you want to decorate this handsome face? Which is my best art piece.â He winks at you as you scoff at him from over your shoulder.
Shushing the man, you donât grant him with a response as the movie begins to roll the credits and you start to bounce from side to side at the music.
Guero glares at the tv, âplease, Iâm begging you. Donât make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.â
Ever since late September hit, you started off with the light hearted fall themed movies first. This was your third time now watching the nightmare before Christmas and Halloween wasnât even near! Now if Guero suggested watching something like, âTerrifier,â then youâd be ready to kick him out the house or go sleep at a friendâs instead.
âThis is my comfort movie, let me vibe.â
Guero sighs, sitting up to sit beside you to glance at the screen before settling his eyes back on you. It had to be a good solid two minutes of Guero just watching you that even when you tried to grip his chin to face the tv again, he wouldnât budge.
Stubborn ass.
âYou know, I could be your comfort too.â He places his hand right on your thigh.
âDonât worry you already are,â you say eyes still locked on the screen with your fingers holding onto his jaw, âif you werenât, I would have been dropped your ass.â
Guero breathed out a laugh as he quickly gets to his feet and yanks you up, âOh so like this?â
Before you can even process whatâs happening, youâre being lifted over Gueroâs shoulder just to be slammed right back onto the bed. âYouâll never be my Roman reigns.â You puffed out.
Guero kisses his biceps before turning his expression serious, âand heâll never get to touch this belt, which will always be mine just so you know.â
You smirk up at Guero as he gets to work unfastening the belt on your low-rise jeans.
And when youâre bare, exposed to the fall chilliness in the air of your bedroom, you keep your eyes on Guero as he places open-mouthed kisses with his incredibly soft lips against your lower belly. He trails a feather-like touch against the side of your ass as he knocked your right thigh to the side so he can get better adjusted.
âWhatchu looking at me for? Eyes on the movie, remember babe?â Guero says with his lips right above your throbbing center.
His reaches a hand right between the valley of your pale pink sweater covered breasts to grip your jaw to tilt upwards instead.
You werenât sure how this man thought you were supposed to be focused on the iconic film when there were so many sensations going on. From the light scratches of the copper leaves against the bedroom window, the softness of the moss colored duvet, the theatrics of the soundtrack playing from the classic animation film, and the firm but solace grip of a loved oneâs touchâŚit was all just what you needed to get by.
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The night before his first day of his second senior year Eddie was sincerely considering just dropping out. And if he could just figure out how to forge a High School Diploma he would have by now. Because the thought of going to that hellhole without Steve was making him feel sick, for more reasons than one.Â
Obviously, he was just going to miss being around him, as fucked up as that was. He was still going to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing when he woke up.Â
He would still get to monopolize his time outside of classes and it had already been agreed upon that the weekends were now solely for them, other friends and responsibilities be damned. That one had been Steveâs idea, even going as far as demanding that Eddie come bother him at work for at least half his shift on the days he couldnât get out of it. That still didnât feel like enough. Even if it would have to be.Â
Itâs just⌠Steveâs presence was so damn comforting. The thought of having to go through the mundanity of high school all over again without him made him feel sick. Though, Eddie would be lying if it wasnât good practice for when they were out on their own. It wasnât like they could be glued to each otherâs sides when they both had jobs to worry about.Â
But that didnât mean he had to like it.Â
That wasnât even mentioning the bigger, more obvious issue was that Eddie wouldnât be around to make sure Steve didnât accidentally kill himself. For six hours out of the day, heâd be completely out of the loop, utterly oblivious to any of the dangers his angel had a knack for putting himself in.Â
Part of him understood that no, it wasnât reasonable to expect to know where your boyfriend was every hour of the day. The average person would definitely think he was insane for that. But the average person didnât live above a literal hellscape. They didnât have nightmares of monsters tearing their future husband apart. He had earned the right to be paranoid, even if it could potentially get in the way of the whole graduating thing.Â
It wasnât helping that he had already skipped the first official day, a fact that he was currently paying for.Â
âSyllabus day doesnât count,â Eddie argued for the tenth time, trying and failing to avoid Steveâs glare, âDonât look at me like that, it doesnât!â
He had his head against Steveâs stomach, both of them sprawled out on his bed. Steve was running his hands through Eddieâs hair, comforting despite the fact that he was in the middle of a lecture.Â
Steve rolled his eyes, âHave you ever heard the phrase âNobody got fired for kissing ass?â Thatâs the mentality you should have right now.â
Eddie hated that he was right. He hated how actually trying this time was unavoidable. Not when both Wayne and Steve believed that he could graduate. The sincerity of that belief was powerful enough to have him actually doing this shit all over again.Â
Why were the two people he loved the most like this?
He had been pouting about it all night, and there was only so much coddling Steve could do to make him feel better. Because now he had to do this shit without him, which was a whole new brand of hell that Eddie wasnât sure he was ready for.Â
The cuddling was helping a little bit though.Â
âItâs only nine months,â Steve said for probably the third time, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, âAnd then weâre out of here. I know you can do it.â
âIâm only doing it for you two,â Eddie mumbled like he hadnât already said that a million times âIf I fail again Iâm just going for the GED. Iâm not doing this shit three fucking times.â
âI wouldnât ask you to,â Steve reassured, âWhen July hits weâre out of here, no matter what.â
âHow am I supposed to keep an eye on you when Iâm gone six hours a day?â Eddie whined, some of that sincere fear that he had creeping into his voice, âBecause I swear to god, if you get into some supernatural shit while Iâm at school Iâm going to freak the fuck out.â
Steve rolled his eyes, like Eddie was the crazy one here. Never mind the flesh spider monsters and Russian torture, âWell⌠if you keep an eye on Dustin itâs basically the same thing right? Heâs the one that keeps getting me involved.â
Eddie sighed, pushing away his hands to clamor into Steveâs lap with a frown, âIâm serious Steve.â
But Steve wasnât taking him seriously. He was just cooing at him, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around Eddieâs waist, âIâd be able to take you a lot more seriously if you werenât so cute when you pout.â
Eddie knew that he was trying to make him smile, but Eddie refused to crack. It wasnât funny. He didnât get it, how terrifying it was to realize how close the love of his life had come to dying without him. Eddie hoped he never would, he hoped nothing ever bad happened to him again. Or at the least, nothing fucking life-threatening. Was that so much to ask for?
That didnât stop Steve from continuing to keep things light. âBaby come on. The Upside Down shit is over. How will I get myself into trouble? I go to like four, five places. Iâm too boring to get murdered nowadays.â
Eddie frowned, deciding to hold his tongue. Though in all honesty⌠he wasnât so sure that all of that Upside Down shit was over. He didnât like thinking about it much, but so far every fucking time they had thought they had won, something else happened. Once a year for three years didnât make him feel that hopeful for the fourth, despite how many governmental reassurances they got. It was kind of horrifying when you got right down to it, and acknowledging the possibility of it at all was almost enough to send him into a panic attack.Â
He shoved the thoughts back down, grumbling instead, âWell you seem to keep finding a way.â
Steve, the little shit, had the audacity to roll his damn eyes at him. He put a hand to his chest, dramatically making the sign of the cross, âI swear to God, I wonât do anything dangerous without you again. Scoutâs honor.â
The sentiment was cute enough to finally force Eddie to smile. Even though that wasnât even close to good enough for him, âHow about you never do anything dangerous, ever?â
At least Steve had the good grace not to lie to him. Steve sighed, batting his eyelashes at him like being cute could magically fix all of his worries, âNot if given the choice?â
âItâs not funny, Steve,â Eddie said, completely unimpressed at his attempts to appease him, âIf something happens to you while Iâm fucking around in chemistry class⌠itâs gonna kill me.â
He wasnâtâŚÂ trying to make Steveâs fucked up experiences about him. But his angel was too much of a self-sacrificing idiot to get it unless he did. To his credit, it did seem to work. Steve was instantly softening, a tiny frown on his face as he hugged Eddie to him a little tighter with one arm.Â
âEddie, look at me,â Steve softly demanded, gently putting two fingers on his chin to turn his face up, turning his face up, âIâm going to be fine, okay? Trust me, I wouldnât do that to you again. No more near-death experiences. I promise. You trust me donât you?â
That was a trick question, but that didnât mean Eddie didnât fall for it, âOf course I do! But-â
âNo buts,â Steve interrupted, leaning in to press a light kiss to his mouth, âIâll be fine. And so will you. Then weâll be out of this town once and for all.âÂ
That would have to be enough. He was right anyway, there was nothing Eddie could do about it but trust him. Though that didnât mean he couldnât pout about it.Â
Eddie sighed, deciding the best course of action was to hide his face into Steveâs neck, âIâm going to do it. Really. I just donât want to.â
Steve was quiet for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip before finally nodding to himself. He tangled his hand into Eddieâs hair, gently forcing him away from his hiding spot to look at him. He looked a little nervous, which was kind of odd. Maybe even suspicious.Â
Eddie was already on horny alert by the time Steve opened his mouth, âMaybe you just need a little incentive?â
Eddie cocked his head at him, confused, âWhat do you mean?â
âIâll show you,â Steve said as he carefully pushed Eddie off of him, âWait here.âÂ
Eddie watched him go, still confused but also a little excited. If Steve had something up his sleeve that would make this shit slightly more motivating, Eddie was happy to hear about it.Â
Though⌠it sure was taking him a while. A solid ten minutes went by without a peep. Eddie sighed as he fiddled with his rings, naturally impatient for Steve to just come back already.Â
âBored already?â Steve softly laughed from the doorway.Â
Eddie rolled his eyes, a bitchy comment on the tip of his tongue as he looked up. A comment that instantly withered when he took the image of him fully in.Â
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.Â
From the newest (updated!) Chapter of this fic
#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#the universe trapped in your skin#steddie ficlet#steddie childhood friends au#this is sfw but the fic itself is not
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