#i almost screamed when i saw him on the keyboard

[mamoushiou28]

When your fav plays the same instrument as you

[snowwybear]

𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗼𝗹 𝗜𝗜

Warnings: fluff, suggestiveness, nudity

𝟏.

Over the last few days Vinnie has seemed upset, his texts back were dry and whenever you called him his voice just seemed emotionless. You decide to visit him in person to make sure he was okay and if he needed anything. Walking into the apartment you noticed how quiet it was. Normally there was music in the background, Vinnie screaming or just the sound of his keyboard. But nothing, it was dead quiet.

Entering his bedroom you saw him sitting on his bed gently stroking Hera, his face was expressionless.

“Hey”. You said quietly while slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hey” He sighed out not looking up at you.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head at him hoping to catch his gaze.

“Not really, I just feel upset”.

You moved your legs up onto the bed and started also patting Hera in hopes to connect with Vinnie.”Do you wanna talk about it”?

He shook his head no and sighed deeply. He stopped stroking Hera and lay down on his back. He put out his arms and made grabby hands towards you. You got the message and crawled your way over to him, snuggling up to his chest.

“I just wanna cuddle you until I feel better”.

“Okay”. You giggled, kissing his jaw.

You stayed cuddled up in his arms for a few minutes until you realised something was missing. You sat up (much to Vinnie’s dismay) and looked towards the end of the bed to find Hera chilling. You moved towards her and picked her up, hearing a little ‘meow’ as you moved her. Once in your arms you moved Hera to Vinnie’s chest and lay back down in his arms. “There. Now we can cuddle you better”.

Vinnie chuckled before muttering a ‘thank you’ and placing a kiss on the top of your head. He rubbed up and down your back and occasionally gently caressing your butt before switching over and patting Hera for comfort. You stayed in his arms until he felt better, and eventually he did.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝟐.

You entered the bathroom, closed the door behind you and turned on the shower. Within a matter of seconds you hear the swing open revealing your boyfriend standing in the door way.

“Are you having a shower?” Vinnie asked slightly out of breath as he just ran over to the bathroom as soon as he heard the water running.

“Yes” You laughed at how ridiculous you boyfriend is.

“Can I join you?” He smirked making his way over to you.

You shook your head and placed your hands on his chest stopping him from whatever he was planning. “No, I’m actually planning on showering”.

He pouted. “Why? I promise I’ll be good”. His hands found your waist

“Babe every time we shower together we almost always end up having sex. I need to was my hair”.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Excuses, excuses”. He moved his face into your neck and started leaving small kisses.

“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself”. He said into your neck.

Ugggh, you hated the effect he had on you.

“Fine, you can shower with me”. You groaned. Vinnie smirked and removed himself from you. “But only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself”.

“Promise”. He replied

You undressed and stepped into the shower under the water. You let the water fall onto your body, the warmth soothing your muscles. You felt a slight cold breeze hit your legs before noticing Vinnie’s presence in the shower. You peaked over your shoulder to have a quick glance at your now naked body. Naked Vinnie is always a sight.

You were still basking in the warmth of the water when Vinnie placed his hands on you waist. You jumped a little when his cold hands touched your skin but settled once you realised it was just Vinnie. Vinnie started kissing your shoulder before making his way towards your collar bone.

“Vinnie”. You warned. He continued to place kisses on your body and move his hands settling them dangerously near your core.

“Vinnie!” You squealed while moving his hands. Vinnie just laughed and placed another kiss on your cheek.

“I’m joking calm down”. He said.

He moved his hands off your body, turned around and grabbed the shampoo from behind him. He gave a quick slap to your ass before squeezing the shampoo into his hand and gently massaging the product into your hair. “See. I’m just trying to help”.

You moaned at the feeling of Vinnie’s fingers gently massaging your scalp. Vinnie slapped your ass again. “Don’t do that”.

You just laughed at him. He stopped massaging your head for you to wash the shampoo out of your hair before repeating the same thing with conditioner. Once your hair was all washed you turned around to face Vinnie. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave Vinnie a sweet kiss.

“Thank you baby”. You say before giving him another kiss.

“You’re welcome. Now can we have sex?”

[armpirate]

Better than fiction | Choi San

Bf experience

pairing: Idol!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 4.4k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), masturbation (female receiving), protected sex, hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, dom!San x sub!reader. (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content).

Summary: You never thought what your boyfriend's reaction to you writing fanfic would be like, but you certainly didn't expect him to end up so jealous of himself to end up making your fantases come true

Aprox. time of reading: 19 minutes

MASTERLIST

Your blood stopped running for a few seconds. You could feel the way some parts of your body went numb, only keeping your attention on the live San started not that long ago, and that you decided to hear because his voice just had that calming effect on you. It didn't matter if it was through video call, audio messages, or those lives. You could hear him talking for hours and feel at ease all the time it lasted.

Except that day.

The way he made an understanding sound, followed by a scoff, that reached the deepest side of your brain, had you almost sitting at the edge of your bed, holding your phone with your two hands. The clicking sounds of his keyboard were the only thing that could be heard, while the chat went crazy, trying to distract him from his own curiosity.

There was a thick silence that made you aware of how hard you gulped, moving over the bed, feeling uncomfortable whatever the position it was.

"I see you, guys, are having fun" he teased with a honeyed voice.

That mocking tone, and the chuckle he let out after had you silently screaming, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Even if he didn't know you were part of that small group of people that loved living in delululand, although you were already in your personal fanfic every day with him, you felt exposed, more like you'd never been before. It felt like you were caught doing something wrong, even if San wasn't speaking to you directly.

You didn't know how long you stayed in your bed, laying on your back as you stared at the ceiling. Only thing you were hoping for was that San didn't bring it up the next time you saw each other.

Basically because you were bad at lying, but San was also great at noticing when you lied to him.

You raised your phone to your face after feeling it buzz, biting your lip when you were aware of his name popping up at the top of your screen.

Sannie: Babe, did you watch the live? You didn't comment today...

You could imagine him pouting, with his lips pursed while he gave a lost kitten look to his screen. And he probably would've used his thinner voice if he had said that out loud directly to you.

Usually, you'd always leave a few comments. At first it started because you just liked teasing him, and seeing him getting nervous when your username showed up in the middle of the livestream. But it ended up being something he got used to, to the point of wondering if something happened to you if you didn't do it.

You: I did! But I was busy with work, so I just heard it while doing other things.

Sannie: Oh. Do you want me to go see you tomorrow better, then?

You: Nope, come here! You owe me a lot of cuddles

Sannie: I've only been away for a week...

You: Even a day is too much. Come here when you're done, pleaseeee.

San smiled when he looked at his screen, imagining your squared smile as you tried to convince him to go to your place for cuddles. Not like he needed much to be convinced, just the idea was convincing enough, but it was always cute to see him react like that -mainly because it was something you barely did.

"We're gonna order some food. Do you want anything?" Seonghwa's head peeked through his door.

San shook his head, not even trying to hide his playful smile as he got up from his chair "I'm going to Y/n's, so don't wait for me".

"Who's ever waited for you, any way?" Mingi teased, showing up in the corridor.

"I do" Seonghwa replied, looking back with an obvious expression.

Mingi rolled his eyes "He never leaves the house unless it's to see Y/n. And we know he never sleeps in when he goes to see her".

"Send a text when you get there" Seonghwa asked him, ignoring the boy behind him.

"And tell Y/n we said hi. You're gatekeeping her" Mingi complained, continuing his way to his room.

San simply smiled at that, pleased with the way all the members grew closer to you the longer your relationship went on. It always worried him that his friends and his significant other wouldn't get on well, but with you it was an automatic click.

Could be it was that you had that type of personality that molded into everyone else's easily, finding a bit of your humor and comfort in each one of the members. And while it sometimes made San jealous, deep inside he genuinely appreciated it.

You smiled widely when, after fifteen minutes, San knocked on your door with his arms opening big as soon as you stood in front of him. His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you to his body and lifting you a few centimeters in the air before he was moving you back inside, kicking the door with his foot to close it.

"Did you shower?" after digging your nose in his neck, you could recognize the floral scent of his gel, which you loved.

Whenever that smell got into your system, your first reaction was to snuggle to him and hide your face on his chest. It really seemed like he got ready for those cuddles that night.

Not leaving you on the floor, but making you stand on your tiptoes over his feet -only covered with his white socks-, he started walking through the short corridor. "Yup, we had a schedule today. And I didn't want to go around all sweated" he tilted his head. "By the way, the boys say hi".

"It's been a while since I last saw them" you sighed. "Are you gatekeeping them from me?".

San rolled his eyes at that question, confirming that, in fact, you did spend too much time with them all during that year and a half.

"No, I'm gatekeeping you from them" he replied, stealing a peck from you. "Now seriously, we could plan something for the next time you're free" he suggested, stopping in the middle of your living room.

"Sure" you nodded, tapping his biceps so he'd finally let you stand on the floor again. "I'll prepare some snacks, why don't you look for something to watch".

His hands carefully put you back on the floor, while his lips were together as he saw your body disappearing behind the white door to your kitchen. He groaned, slowly taking a seat on the couch, resting his head over the backrest for a few seconds.

When he looked to his left, he could see that small surprise you prepared for him two weeks back, unable to control his thoughts as he remembered the weekend you spent together, barely moving from that corner before he left for the festival.

It was the physical reminiscence of how lucky he was to have you.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, having him lifting his head to look at it for a quick second before he went back to the relaxed position.

Until it finally hit him. He forgot his back in the dorm, which meant Seonghwa would be ranting at him for not announcing he arrived well, and for being careless enough to leave the house without the cell.

"Love, can I send a message through your phone? I left mine at the dorm".

"Sure" you mentioned, still places all the gummies and the cookies on a plate. "No, wait-" it was the only thing you were able to say when realization hit you.

Although you ran as fast as you could, it was already too late. Peeking over San's shoulder, you could see that he wasn't in your chats, but scrolling down a really different page. His first idea was to send the text and move on, but the notification at the top caught his attention.

You never hid your fan side. He knew you were part of the fandom as soon as you started dating, even before, so it wasn't anything new for him to hear you using Twitter slang sometimes, and knowing about some things long before he did. But that day there was an app he didn't recognize, with an ask from an anonymous person seemingly freaking out after what happened in the livestream that took place some hours back.

Time to close it all now. San will expose us to the rest of the members and, like that one, several other posts.

"Give it to me" but San moved faster, getting up from the couch to move the phone away from you.

"San x Y/n?" he frowned, scrolling down your page through some of the most recent one-shots you had posted.

He looked over some of the details, smirking when he noticed you chose the pictures where he looked best to top the stories that would come under them.

"For your own sake, stop reading" you asked, finally snitching the phone from his hands and hiding it on your back.

"Since when do you write fanfics?".

"You mean about you, or in general?".

"There's been others?" his eyebrows raised, but you could tell by the way he was smiling that he was just mocking you for your reaction. "Why are you so embarrassed? It's probably cute".

"No, it's not" you assured, scoffing after that confirmation.

"What? You paint me like a douchebag or something? Are they sad stories?" his head tilted to the side, with his smirk slowly dropping at that idea.

"No, they're actually fun for the people that read them" you muttered.

"I won't judge you. Honestly, if this is important for you, I want to know what it is".

Ever since you started dating there was nothing that he liked more than learning things about you, and adding them to his life just to make you happy. If you liked a cake with a certain flavor, he'd always manage to have it for any celebration you two made. If you liked one song in particular, he'd learn it and sign it to you, or add it to his playlist so you'd listen to it when you're together. Every small detail counted for him, and whatever it was you were hiding on your back was no different from all those things.

"They aren't sad stories. Cute neither" you nervously stated.

"Horror stories, then?" he frowned.

You shook his head, handing the phone to him "They're... explicit" you summed up.

San looked confused when he took your phone, clicking over one of the short stories. Seeing the warning in red had him gulping thick "dom!San, choking, spitting, rough sex...", eyeing you up quickly before he looked down at your screen again.

It was weird to read about himself in that context, never thinking he'd end up doing it, and even less because it came from you. When he found out earlier that evening that fans were writing that type of content, he wasn't entirely surprised, but it didn't cross his mind the idea of you being part of that niche. However, there he was, supporting his weight on his lower back -which was laying against the backrest of the thick armchair in front of your couch- while he read through one of the stories.

His heart pumped against his chest, a bit harder with every line he read. Every description, every detail, everything was so realistic yet seemed so unreal at the same time. He could almost touch the sexual tension between the two characters, before the San of the fanfic forced the main character into a rough sloppy kiss that almost made his knees tremble.

He could feel your eyes on him. And the only thing he was hoping for is that it wasn't as evident how much he liked what he was reading, while he hawked when his throat went suddenly dry at the roughness that was represented in the fanfic.

"I can delete it all" you assured him. "I will..."

"Do you like this?" he interrupted you, finally lifting his gaze to yours. "Are you into being treated like that?".

"Well, I don't know" you hesitated, confused by his question. "It's just fiction" you shrugged, stepping towards him.

"No, Y/n. Be honest. Do you think our sex boring?".

Fiction sex was blatantly different from your real sex. On fiction sex you were able to dig on those kinks you didn't know you had, but that had your whole body burning just at the thought of doing them with San. While real sex was just you two, loving each other.

"What? No" you stepped towards him, cupping his face with your hands. "They're just dumb stories I write when I'm bored".

"Or when you're horny" he muttered.

"Look, they're just fantasies, that I didn't even try. I like the idea of them, because I think it'd be hot, but that's it"

"Why didn't you tell me you liked that?"

"Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with it".

Despite his looks, San was the most gentle and careful person you had ever met. He'd stop the whole thing if something that he thought would hurt you or bother you happened, and you appreciated that. You loved the way he looked after you in every single aspect of your relationship. That was why you never mentioned the idea of having him spanking you, and even less choking you through sex. It'd be crossing a limit for him, and just like San took care of you when you had sex, you wanted to take care of him.

"So you do want to try it?" he asked, lifting one of his eyebrows.

After licking your lips, and softly pressing them, you ended up nodding shyly, lowering your gaze to your feet.

Something about that story didn't allow him to think straight. Maybe it was the way he could imagine you squirming and twisting with pleasure, or how loud and desperate your moans would sound -when usually they were little whispers you gifted to his ear. Or could be it was the slightest glimpse of jealousy he felt over the San in the fan fiction, who was able to pleasure his girlfriend better than he did.

He didn't give you time to react, holding your wrist before he dragged you to your bedroom. You had no time to process anything that was happening, before he made you turn on your feet and make your lips collide. San was demanding, moving your lips over yours, not giving you any other choice than trying to keep up with his pace as he held your neck with his two hands, slightly letting his fingertips dent on your skin.

A moan burned your throat when his tongue sneakily moved between your lips, meeting yours for a brief second before he was dominating the way they twirled, having your core begging for him in a matter of seconds.

He left you hanging in the middle of a fast breath, turning you around so your back was stuck to his hard chest. His hands traced the curve of your waist, with your knees trembling at the soft touch as his fingers kept moving up, taking with them the thin fabric of your old t-shirt. Once the piece of clothing was gone, his palms covered your exposed breasts, making your back arch almost perfectly.

There was something so strange at being controlled that way, or feeling like you didn't have to worry about anything because San knew perfectly what to do. And you loved it. You could feel the pool in your panties as time went by slowly, and the way your heart raced in your chest when his fingers pinched your nipples before he went back to pressing your tits with his palms.

"Did you ever touch yourself thinking about this, hmm?" his voice sounded unrecognizable. It was harsh and raspy, making its way to your guts and clicking to one part of your brain that almost made you moan the answer.

San didn't know if he wanted to know. He could understand you touching yourself because he was away, but because he wasn't pleasuring you like he should? He couldn't deal with that.

He didn't let you answer. As he saw the way you gulped and took a deep breath to let him know, his hand flew to your covered pussy, sliding his fingers over it until it was completely covered by his palm.

You desperately seeked for his lips, this time starting the sloppy kiss. Trying to keep your balance while standing on your tiptoes, while your head went in circles was suddenly the most difficult task.

Although you knew San had you.

He grinded against you, letting you feel his growing bulge against your ass while his hand slipped inside your panties. He wasn't able to hold back the moan when your wetness coated his fingers as soon as he slid them through your slit, just being able to think of how good his cock would slip in and out of you with barely any effort.

"Can you feel how hard you made me, babe?" the circles on your clit were barely leaving any room for your brain cells to work properly, although you were still able to pick up some of the things he said. "Time for you to do something about it, right?"

Your hips collided against the headboard with every deep thrust he made, making you feel completely trapped between the wall and his body, thinking that probably your pain senses were too fucked by pleasure to be able to feel hurt at the way it kept bouncing against the hard surface.

San enrolled his fingers on your jaw, moving your head up slightly to give your back the perfect curvature, so your pubic bone would come up against the bottom of his cock and giving his thrusts the perfect angle so his tip would end up rubbing against that spot that had you whimpering and grinding against him in a matter of seconds.

"All this time wanting to try this, and you're barely able to take it" he groaned, with a shaky voice due to the power of each one of his movements.

All the times you thought of being in that situation, San was harsh, he was animalistic, just like he was being in that moment. But you didn't count with the extra threat that were his hips. You should've known better than pushing a dancer, mastered in body rolls and hip thrusts, to his limits. He found the best position for him, having you completely caged so his only worry would be pounding in and out of you, concentrating on the killing move of his hips, letting you feel all of him inside of you, but also making your skin clap every time.

You scratched your thighs, having nothing else to your reach as your head was held up "Please" you moaned. You don't know what you were begging for. Pleasure just felt a little bit too much to contain it for any longer, you just wanted it to blow and have it leaving your system.

"Please what?" San forced your body a bit higher, sinking his teeth on your collarbone. "Use full sentences, babe".

"Please, don't stop" you begged, your voice cracked in need.

He wasn't going to stop. And even less after seeing you like that. There was nothing that could make him prouder than seeing you being a mumbling mess for his cock, sure that he was closer to losing himself completely to his most basic instincts just to have you looking like that for the rest of the night.

The echo of the slap made you squirm rather than the itch that his palm left after it, making your pussy instantly clench around him, with your walls closing tight around him as if you didn't want him to leave you empty ever again.

"You take me so fucking good" he hoarsed, circling your swollen clit with two of his fingers.

With his eyes fixed on you the whole time, he was able to tell the exact moment you were going to cum. He saw that spark in your eyes, momentary and fast, but strong enough for him to see it before your eyes went blank with a long moan, that sounded in sync with the way your legs trembled and your body convulsed on his.

He wanted to drink the last drop of your high, moving your neck so your face would be towards him, taking your lips in his with freedom while you blindly followed his moves, weakly sucking on his lower lip.

At that point you could only feel the way San moved on the mattress, dragging your body along with his until the two of you were kneeling in the middle of the bed. Although he tried to let go of that caring side to please you, you could sense it was still there, taking over him for a brief moment as he made you roll on the bed and lie on your back, carefully to not hurt you, and making sure at all times that you were okay.

One of his hands rested on your stomach, caressing the spot between your belly button and your pubes as he waited for you to recover. When you looked up to him, you felt so small... San was big, but that night he felt twice his size. The way he looked at you, brushing his hair back to expose some of the sweat drops that stopped right on his eyebrows, giving you what you had named as his "stage gaze" had your pussy throbbing again.

Your body squirmed when he leaned over, moving his tongue over your clit to steal a whine from you before he sucked on the bundle of nerves.

He swore one day he'd be completely addicted to your taste.

San slipped his full length back again, only warning you with his tip pressing on your entrance before he was stretching you out in that new position. He was completely lost in the way you looked, eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips parted as you weren't able to breath through your nose anymore, and tits bouncing with every thrust he made. Only to go feral when he lowered his eyes a bit more to find his cock covered in your arousal whenever he moved it out, hiding himself in your walls not even a mini second after. Whole shaft was shiny with your juices, with some white thicker cream on the base.

"The mess you made on my cock..." he scoffed, squeezing your flesh. "My girl does love to be treated like a hole meant to be used by me only, hmm?".

At the lack of response from you, other than the way your fists closed on the sheets and some of the whimpers you tried to keep hidden in your mouth by pressing your lips together, San moved his fingers around your throat again. His digits' pressure on your skin tightened with every thrust, giving you one thin line that allowed air to make it to your lungs. His left hand kept you glued to the bed, that squeaked under you a little bit louder as time went by, while his other hand hooked around your knee, keeping it as high and spread as possible.

The eye contact, the grunts, and his cock rubbing deliciously on your walls... All of it was the perfect mix for a ticking bomb in your guts that started a countdown to wipe everything out.

"Are you going to cum again for me?" he teased, recognizing that spark in your eyes again. "Let go, babe. Cum around me".

He combined those words with the twirls the fingers on his right hand were doing on your clit, feeling it throb on his digits before you reached your orgasm with a loud moan, arching your back in a way he thought it would break.

"Come here and make me cum now, love"

You crawled on the mattress to where he was, smirking at him as you took the condom off. He growled over you when your lips wrapped around him, barely giving him any time to get used to the subtle breeze in your room before he was feeling warm again. Your head bombed fast, eager to feel the way his cock twitched against your tongue when you least expected, while your hand matched the movements of your mouth.

San guided the way your head moved, with his fingers grasping on some of the lock of your head to move you a bit faster, while his hips just buckled against your mouth. He just needed one last flick of your tongue on one of his veins, and he was already spilling his seed in your mouth with a deep moan.

You still licked him off for a bit more, cleaning him completely, until there was no trace of everything you had done.

"Spit it here" he hollowed his hand at the height of your lips.

You bit your lower lip, moving your body to be on the same height as he was and confront that confused expression he was giving you.

"I swallowed it" the pride and playfulness in your voice made him smile, and break character almost instantly.

He moved right after you did, placing his hands on your hips while your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Was it better than fiction?" his head tilted as he asked that question.

"It was better than fiction" you admitted, playing with the sweaty locks on his nape. "Did you like it, too?".

San nodded, curving his lips slightly "More than expected, actually".

Before you could smile widely in relief, your boyfriend leaned over to kiss you, gently and caring, moving his lips sweetly over yours to get rid of any drop of his saltiness. "Let's clean ourselves, and let me give you those cuddles you were asking for earlier, alright?".

San helped you move out of bed first, holding your hand carefully so you wouldn't fall, joining in front of you right after. He stopped midway, having you looking at him confused. "Let me tell Seonghwa I arrived well. I forgot to send him the text".

"Go, I'll wait for you in the shower"

As he stepped away from you and turned around, you couldn't help yourself. Your palm smacked against his ass, having him turning at you surprised, giving you an eye smile before he shook his head and made his way to the living room.

It was a good thing he found out about fanfiction after all.

[appleblueberry-pie]

You asked Yan!Miguel requests and I shall deliver

Yan!Miguel with a spider!reader that wasn't bitten by a spider but rather was experimented on (Alchemax still doing shady stuff) and has the same superpowers as Miguel (only that their venom is deadly).

However even after surviving the tragic things their canon indicates, they're a ball of sunshine.

oh yeah. it's all coming together.

MINE, ALLLLL MINE.

Miguel was having mixed feelings. He was coming to a point where it was hard to focus on his important work. It was hard to ignore his anxiety stomachache. Hard to ignore the usual annoying people that just wouldn't leave him alone in his man cave. And it was especially hard to forget about you. It wasn't ever possible to not think about you, but he just couldn't push you to the back of his head for at least two minutes. It was hurting him. It was also hurting his technology he kept destroying(he crushed two keyboards and threw his printer).

Why can't he just figure you out? Since Jess found you in your universe and immediately gave you the green flag to help his team of spider-people, he's found out so many things about you. But every time he is given an answer about one thing, it just digs him into a deeper hole of realization that he really doesn't know you. For starters, there's no legal government information of you anywhere. He's been watching you through his monitor for at least 2 hours a day, and most of your day consists of you beating ass. Like you have no other thing to do in your life, not to mean it in an insulting way.

It's just weird, because almost all spider-people have lives outside of them being spiders. But the more he observes you, your superhero life just reminds him more and more of....himself. You didn't have the obvious genetically-enhanced spider build that usual spiders do. Which was taller and slimmer. You were for sure taller(he did his research, you sprouted by 6 inches in height), but you were more on the muscular, bigger side. And this way, you would benefit more for close combat to take down enemies, instead of almost entirely relying on your webs. Similar to how he was. Another example to further explain, is he was watching you on his monitor while you had a mission to bring another universe's Green Goblin back to their universe. He found that your webs were obviously bio-engineered. Either you made these yourself, or someone made them for you. So, you were physically more powerful than the usual spider, had bio-engineered webs, and the way you fought.....

You had chased down that Green Goblin like he killed your family. It's not an exaggeration. GG was fast, but you were faster. He took multiple jerks around corners and through narrow alleyways, flying to get away from you. But you caught him. Slammed his body into the brick wall, damaging it. He screamed bloody murder to get away from you, and you just kept hitting him. He watched as your fist collided with his face multiple times. And when you finished, he saw you basically unhinge your jaw to show your long, venom-dripping, white fangs. They showed beautifully through the video footage lighting. They had to hurt when they protruded, it had to. But you didn't seem to care about anything in that moment besides finishing off your prey. You sunk your fangs into his neck, piercing them into his flesh as deep as you could, your regular teeth almost breaking into his skin as well. GG's scream of excruciating pain faded into complete silence. Miguel watched the man go limp in you arms. Was he dead? You held him to your body as close as you could to hide your catch from anyone who could've found the both of you. It concerned him so much with how you went about finding him, he had to interrupt you by calling your watch. You seemed to snap out of whatever trance you were in and removed your teeth from the now limp villain.

"Hello?" Your sweet voice rang through his watch and he couldn't find the right words to tell you to just bring the poor guy back to base. When you did, three doctors had to help resuscitate Green Goblin. What the hell did you do? You were asked this multiple times and you just felt more and more guilty when people continued to say it to you. Miguel decided to step in and remove you from the emergency room and just told you to take a few days off. All he could say to you is you deserved it, so you took his word. He immediately turned his monitors back on when you went back home, because it wasn't the end of your continuous mysteries.

When you go home, you clean up and then disappear. This wasn't news to him. But it was confusing because the cameras couldn't catch where you possibly went, even at different angles. It was somewhere in your bathroom. You'd open the shower curtain, step into the shower, close it and then not come out for the next 5 minutes. You did this once every two weeks. Other times when you were gone for the day, he tried to find the secret room you obviously had and...nothing. He couldn't find a damn thing. The wall was solid, it didn't seem like it was hiding anything. He scanned it multiple times with different gizmos he had up his sleeve, but nothing. So, after installing a small robotic fly that he placed into your home, he got lucky and managed to slip into a room hidden behind your shower when you went in at the dead of night. The room was almost entirely dark and all you had in there was countless metal bottles of some sort of a glowing serum and you would inject it into your shoulder. Something very similar to what he does to himself. He was surprised to next week with this information. What made it worse was that right after you injected yourself, you found his fake fly. So now you know someone was watching you. He can only hope you don't find out it was him who implanted it.

But now he was sure. You were just like him. It made him as happy as it made him frustrated because you had him all figured out. You knew he used injections, that he wasn't a natural spider, you probably also knew he loved you to the moon and back. He had a soft spot for you, and it showed so much it was pathetic. You could walk into his cave and call out for him with your siren song, and he would immediately turn off everything and drift your way, sweet nicknames for you sliding off of his tongue like sugar. He only ever wanted to please you. And he felt like you knew this. But even with everything he just found out about you just today, he still seemed in the dark.

All he knew is that you were a happy-go-lucky sweet girl. He didn't know why you did the things you do. Why you inject yourself, and why you are so predatory and ruthless when you basically hunt villains down. So, he asks you.

"Miguel?" He swipes all of his holographic screens away and turns off the rest of his devices, making a 180 to fully face you as you hop onto his platform. The smell of Empanadas wafted up his nose as you give three separate containers to him. "The cafeteria guy said he had extras, so I brought as many as he would let me for you. I know you don't eat much since you're really busy." His heart swells with affection as he coos at your sincere kindness, opening one to take his first bite. "Ohhh, querida, you didn't have to."(My dear)

You watch him place the rest on his desk and he finishes chewing to talk to you. "Thank you......So.....I wanted you to see me so that I can talk to you about how you handle the anomalies in other universes, and maybe even the regular villains in your own universe." You nod understandingly and Miguel had to ignore his increasing heartbeat at your eyes staring up at him.

"I'll be honest with you, amor. When groups are out to capture an anomaly, I usually don't have to monitor them because I have other people to do that for me. But Jessica and I sent you off on your own, knowing how much we can depend on you to carefully capture the anomaly with no troubles, which I know you don't. But, still, I take precautions and monitor you every now and then to make sure if you're alright or if you need any support. But when I see you through the my screens....you are....particularly rough with them. And it's more rough than the usual spider would be." You seem to know what he was talking about and advert your gaze, messing with your suit. (Love.)

"Y/n, you almost killed Green Goblin the other day." You purse your lips and nod in agreement. "Yes, I....."

You hesitate to speak. You didn't want anyone to know about your past. Did he have to know? You guessed so, since you are a part of a really big multiverse-saving company. It was so hard to escape Alchemax when they fucking tortured you every single day for their own pleasures. That stupid serum you can't live without? You stole enough to live for the next 3 years. And that's all you really needed. You took an Alchemax worker's apartment that you found deep in their records, knowing that if you fake your emails and his work, you could live in secret. You didn't want to live on like this forever. You knew that after those three years ended, then they ended. And you would follow.

Your only hope for the rest of your life is to live in secret and to help people as much as you can before you died. The serum just makes you a little.....violent. Just the way that the scientists liked it so that you could run on it for longer than usual. So, here you are. But how are you supposed to explain that to your boss?

"......Y/n?" He softly calls your name, concern etching his face as he reaches out to touch your hand. He almost didn't want to, not knowing how you felt about it. But when his finger very lightly grazed your warm and soft palm, you blinked back to life, grabbing his hand back. A breath entered his lungs and he seemed to be reborn at your sudden advancement to his touch.

".....Yes. I do have something to tell you." His eyebrows scrunch as he nods and pulls up a random chair to sit and wait for you to talk. You told him everything. About how you are an experiment on legs, how you were from Alchemax, and that they were the people that really owned you. And you being a spider-person is just you doing as much as you can for the city you loved so dearly. How you only had three or less years to live with the serums you had hidden in your home. How you literally don't care if you die anytime before that, and you're doing your part in life that doesn't make you as useless as you thought you were.

Miguel watched you say all of this. He watched your face. He watched how you....really didn't care. You were so calm about all of these life threats that you continuously had hovering over your head. You live life every day as if it was your last. What if someone burned your house down? What if Alchemax found you?? What would happen to you then?

"I can help you. Lyla." He almost seemed to work on autopilot. "Bring me documents of the chemical makeup of my own serum for me. While you're at it, turn all of the equipment in Floor 4's laboratory on for me." All of his tech equipment were back on again as he pulled his own serum, meant for next week, out of his drawer. "Miguel...?" "Y/n, can you bring me one of your own serums? I'll be in the lab when you come back. Find me on the fourth floor. Lyla can show you the way."

"Miguel!" He pauses and looks down at you. You shake your head as a shaky smile is brought to your face. "I don't need you to do this for me. I'm fine with the way things are." Miguel scrunches his face and steps towards you. "Qué? Te estás escuchando a ti mismo? Y/n, I don't want you to die. Nobody wants you to die. Y-you need to be here, No entiendes? Do you want to be a spider for the rest of your life, violently killing people the way you were taught? You can be given a regular life. A new life, here with me! You deserve more than just....being a machine. Because you're more than just a weapon. You're human."(What? Are you hearing yourself?)(Don't you understand?)

Miguel went too far with his speech. He said too much. Every word that continued to spill out of his lips dug him into a farther hole. You were crying, but it still didn't help the fact that you now know that he probably is infatuated with you. He tries to save face by saying more, but instead, his hand reaches out to wipe the tears off of your face. It couldn't possibly be real, the way you leaned into his touch. Your wet face touched his palm and he stuttered endlessly. Fuck, he had to get out of here.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that to you. It was unprofessional." You shake your head and lift your face out of his hands, staring up at him with those glistening eyelashes, your beautiful shiny eyes looking up at him. "No.....I'm glad you told me that. I.....thank you." He looks away bashfully and takes a step back....another....and then another until he walks off out of the cave to go down to the laboratory.

What is he going to do about you? He loves you too much to let you continue doing this horrible job. It was killing you.

Something feels off about this, but I am going to post it anyways because it's been bothering me like a collar tight around my neck all day. Needed this badly.

[spacedace]

Dannys graduation class is especially liminal thanks to the portal and frequent ghost encounters/ Their overshadowing. Which means, that they subconsciously prefer places with high ecto ambience.

Gotham University already had their fair share of students from amity park, one of the only people outside from Gotham who would actually stay for the duration of their studies (thanks to them being used to ghost shenanigans). But this year its more than usual + even for Gothamites these Amity Parkers seem to be rather unhinged.

(I just need more liminal!Amity Parker shenanigans :D and thanks to WE Gotham has great scholarships available)

I had a lot of fun with this one! Thank you for the prompt!

-

Robert’s hands shook as he brought the chalk to the blackboard, letter’s jagged and words illegible as he attempted to write the day’s lesson down.

Behind him was a silence beyond what the human mind was ready to comprehend. A room full of people, the sense of others in the room, and yet utter stillness. No soft scratch of pencils on paper, gentle taps of nails upon keyboards, no shifting of bodies or crinkling of snacks or soft murmur of voices of those at the back of the lecture hall whispering to each other.

It was something Professor Robert Herne hadn’t truly noticed before this semester. How much noise humans made even when they were sitting very quietly. Little things the brain filtered out so terribly noticeable until it was gone. The almost imperceptible hush of breaths. The absent hum of a chorus of heartbeats. Things you didn’t realize you were used to hearing until they were suddenly, horribly gone.

The chalk broke beneath his hand.

The students sat in impossible, unbearable stillness, watching him.

They were always watching him.

Unblinking eyes, fathomless and deep and knowing knowing knowing. They looked at him and saw. Empty voids that threatened to swallow him whole if he made the mistake of meeting their terrible, all consuming gazes.

His hand shook harder, the broken chalk in his hold crumbling to fine dust. His breathing came harder, heart pounding. Behind him figures stretched long, twisting and unnatural, more and more unblinking eyes opening to stare at him, mouths stretching, faces warping, skin mottling to impossible shades, sharp teeth and pointed ears. Still as death, unmoving, he could feel the weight of them pressing down upon him from all sides and, and, and -

He screamed.

-

Miriam Schuster, Dean of Gotham University, sat with her head in her hands at her desk. Outside on the quad yet another of the school’s professors was being carried away on a stretcher, screaming and frantic as his class of students all milled about worried for him at a distance.

Herne was the third one in the past month.

Amity kids, she swore, they got weirder and weirder every year. And unlike some members of the University staff, she was qualified to say that. She was an Amity Park kid once upon a time, she knew her home town was weird. Even before the ghost stuff started happening they had a reputation for being odd. She’d certainly creeped out more than a few of her own professors over the years as a student, and still put some people on edge whenever she forgot to make an active effort to appear more…for lack of a better word, normal.

This year’s batch was weird even by her standards though. Far more ecto-contaminated than the students that had joined the university in previous years and it showed. The entire non-Amity half of several courses had dropped in the first week of the semester. They’d had more dorm-room transfer requests than they’d ever seen before. TAs were refusing to work in classes that had Amity Parkers in them. And the professors…

Herne gave another scream of terror outside, shrieking about silence and eyes and being watched. Miriam sighed again.

The professors were not able to cope with the freshmen class at all.

Scrubbing her face in her hands, Miriam leaned back in her seat and looked down at the papers spread out before her. Transfer paperwork to group all the new batch of Amity kids into the same classes so that they weren’t quite so spread around. Keep them contained, as much as it was possible to do so. The problem with having them all in one place though was that the effect of them being so…well, Amity, was far more intense. Which left her with the question of just who she was going to be able to get to teach these classes.

Gotham was more up to Amity Parker strangeness than just about anywhere else - outside of Amity itself of course - and even the Gothamites where having trouble keeping up. It was going to take a special kind of person to be able to handle them.

Miriam glanced out her window again to where the ambulance was trundling away with Herne aboard to Arkham. The civilian mental facilities hadn’t been up to the kind of psychosis caused by direct contact with this year’s batch of Amity Parkers.

Hmm, she considered. That might be an idea.

She’d have to make some phone calls.

-

“Alright settle down! I know you’re all a rowdy bunch, but I’m gonna need yous to sit pretty for me for the next hour so we can go over the new syllabus.”

To anyone else, there wouldn’t have been any kind of perceptible difference to the utter stillness of the room. The rows of seated students were as still and motionless as they’d ever been, not even their chests seeming to move as they sat and stared, unblinking.

The new professor smiled widely. “Thank you! And hear I heard yous were all a bunch of troublemakers, ha!” A deft hand snatched up a piece of chalk, drawing large looping letters on the board with plenty of flourishes. “Welcome to Psych 101! You can all call me Professor Quinzel!”

Harley spun to face her class, smiling brightly at the eager gleam in the eyes of her new students.

The class, with eyes a little too bright and teeth a little too sharp and shapes a little too wrong when viewed from the corner of the eye all smiled back brightly. It was such a relief to finally have a professor that actually had her shit together.

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

dumb little sanmos ficlet I finished last night

"You're falling asleep."

"Mm? No 'm not."

"I saw your eyes close."

"I was just resting them, man."

"You're driving."

Right. Yes. Very true. But the desert seems to stretch endlessly into pitch-darkness, not a sign of life in sight outside of the car. As boring as it is eerie. Deimos could probably sleep the whole way and as long as he kept his hand still they'd stay going straight just fine.

"Deimos."

His head jerks up. Definitely nodding off that time. "I'm up," he says anyways, then yelps and pulls to the side of his seat when Sanford pinches his side. Hard. "Dude—!"

"No sleeping!" Sanford isn't even looking at him, typing away on his phone, but still reaches a hand over to block Deimos from resting his forehead against the wheel out of frustration. "Look, there's a motel a couple miles after this next exit. We'll spend the night there and head out first thing in the morning."

On any other night, he'd protest. Nothing makes his skin crawl more than a sleazy motel room in the middle of nowhere. With their dingy carpets and their suspicious dark stains and their weird smells and creepy employees. And that's not even mentioning that one time he woke up to a roach crawling across his face. Not his manliest scream.

But still, a used mattress does sound more comfortable than a car accident right about now. He takes the exit.

—————

The lights in this place make him look like he has jaundice.

The guy at the counter also has jaundice.

"You boys just passing through?" he asks, typing almost annoyingly slow on the keyboard in front of him. No one under fifty should type that slow.

"Something like that," Sanford replies, setting a wad of cash on the counter.

The man quirks a brow at him, then at Deimos, and then the other brow rises to join the first. "Uh-huh… Well, lucky for you, we've still got a room available for the night." Sanford slides the cash over, and then the man hands him the key. "Try to keep it down, yeah?"

—————

There isn't any of the normal motel must smell, but the carpet is twice as dingy. More importantly though…

"One bed?"

"One bed."

Deimos whistles lowly. "Just our luck, huh?"

Sanford grunts in the affirmative, dropping his duffle bag by the door. The room is chilly, the heat of the day long gone and the heater under the windowsill either not on or broken entirely. "We've shared the truck bed before. I'd consider this an upgrade."

"Yeah, but that was a truck bed. This is a bed bed."

"And?"

He… doesn't have a follow-up to that point. Not one that'll make any sense, at least. Deimos sets his own bag down. "Think they got hot water?"

"Not even a little bit."

"Guess I'm staying bloody then."

That gets him side-eye from Sanford even with the shades on, the way his brow raises just a little bit and his lips pull into a thin line conveying the look just fine. "You're sleeping on the floor then."

"Aw, c'mon, it ain't even that much blood."

"The entire lower half of your face is red."

Deimos sags, then pouts, and when Sanford only holds his stare he sighs and shuffles off toward the bathroom.

The water isn't warm. It isn't necessarily cold either, a small win, but it definitely isn't warm. Coupled with the cold air in the room though, it might as well be. He gets dressed quickly, cargo pants and a t-shirt to save himself extra steps in the morning, Sanford polite enough not to look too much until he has his pants on. An odd little courtesy considering the situations they've found themselves in before. Sanford has given him mouth-to-mouth more than once and Deimos has had to help hold Sanford's guts in his abdomen on their way to evac. Exposed skin is the least that they've seen of each other.

That fact doesn't change his own hangups about sharing a bed. It's one thing to fight and bleed together, one thing to cram themselves into tight spaces for hours on end to avoid being detected, one thing to spend days at a time together with nothing but the words between them to pass the time. It's an entirely other thing to share each other's warmth for the sake of comfort. The floor is right there. They could sleep in shifts. It's wholly unnecessary to share the bed but Sanford is already halfway under the covers and patting the other side, beckoning Deimos over as he towels off his hair.

"You tell Doc we're gonna be late?" he asks as he slots himself in at the edge.

"Yep. Told him you were passing out like a princess at the wheel." There's no malice in Sanford's voice, light and teasing. The room feels a lot warmer all of a sudden.

"Hilarious." Deimos tosses the towel to the floor, a yawn derailing whatever other insults he'd been planning to throw at Sanford. "Just you watch, we're gonna go home with head lice."

"Better than letting you wrap us around a tree."

"Hey, I happen to be a great sleep-driver."

"There aren't even any trees out here, but you'd find one."

"Nuh-uh."

"Nine dead, twenty-three injured."

It gets a laugh out of Deimos, easing the tension in his shoulders and letting exhaustion drag him down to lay on his crappy pillow.

Scratch that. This is a great pillow. He's stealing this.

He hears Sanford turning off the bedside lamp as his eyes fall shut, sleep eager to take him for the night. Pulling an all-nighter the day before wasn't his greatest decision, far from his worst, but the effects of it are catching up to him quickly despite how cold he is now that he's stopped moving. And he's right on the cusp of sleep, ready to let the darkness pull him in, when Sanford grabs him with an arm around the waist and drags him over to the other side of the mattress. Deimos jolts and yelps, only a little bit undignified, trying to pull back but Sanford snakes both arms around him and Deimos has lost the fight before it's even started.

"Hold still, ya weirdo," Sanford grumbles, pulling the sheets up higher and hooking a leg over Deimos's.

"You could'a just said you wanted to snuggle, sheesh."

"Don't make it weird, D. You're the one that's over there shivering."

"Oh, I'm making it weird!"

"You are! I'm just trying to warm you up, it ain't snuggling."

"It so totally is."

Sanford lets go only long enough to reach behind himself and turn on the lamp, Deimos screwing his eyes shut with a hiss to shield them from the light. "Alright, popsicle, y'know what? I'm cold. Just humor me."

Deimos narrows his eyes, hoping the warmth on his cheeks isn't as visible as it feels, and then reluctantly scoots in closer. "Pretty sure wearing a shirt would fix that for you."

"Nah, makes my nipples chafe."

"Aaaaaand going back to my side—" Deimos tries to pull back but his legs are still very much locked in place.

"I'm kidding!" Sanford teases, or at least it sounds like teasing, grabbing at the front of Deimos's shirt to keep him from moving away any further. "C'mon, what's got you acting all squirrelly?"

"Nothin' just- these places give me the creeps is all."

Sanford stares at him, unconvinced.

Deimos starts to fidget.

"You're such a bad liar."

"I'm… just tired?"

"Nah."

With a sigh, Deimos lets himself be pulled back into Sanford's arms. Sanford's strong, warm arms. "Just… forget it. I'll be good in the morning."

The light goes back out and then calloused fingertips card through the hair on the side of his head and warm lips press just below his hairline. Familiar. Something he wouldn't think twice about anywhere but a shared bed in a dingy motel.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Sanford's voice sounds tired, a bit exasperated, his fingers tracing lazy patterns into Deimos's scalp that have his brain shutting down despite the thoughts that still try to race.

"Mmmm? Oh… Yeah, no, I know." Deimos tucks his head under Sanford's chin, pressing his cold nose into the crook of his neck. "I'm just tired, honest."

"If you say so… Gnight, D."

"Night."

—————

He's the first up. He's always the first up. Slipping out of the bigger man's hold with practiced motions and leaving the room almost silently.

The sun hasn't made it up over the horizon yet, just enough light in the sky for everything to be a deep blue, the chill from last night still lingering around him but not nearly as cold as it had been. Goosebumps rise up on his skin but the sensation is pleasant compared to his too-hot skin.

They've shared beds before, but that was because they were drunk and it was convenient to crash at each other's dorms instead of sending someone packing in the middle of the night. And sure, they probably cuddled in those instances and woke up tangled in each other's limbs, but they were drunk. Last night had been completely unnecessary, 100% intentional, inexcusable, honest-to-god cuddling. In a bed that's seen more action than Deimos ever will in his lifetime with a man that he'd live and die for in a heartbeat. That kind of cuddling.

Deimos fishes the cigarette pack out of his jeans and slides one of the sticks between his lips, then lights it with his thumb. That first hit of nicotine eases his nerves as he surveys the desert, watching the smoke drift away as he exhales and taking his idiotic thoughts with it.

It doesn't matter. Doesn't mean anything. Means even less when he hears the door behind him creak open and then his reason for breathing hugs him from behind and Sanford's face presses into the top of his head.

"You left me to freeze to death," Sanford mumbles groggily into his hair, and Deimos will pretend that he shivers because of the cold and not the roughness Sanford's voice from sleep.

"Needed a smoke." Deimos takes another long drag from his cigarette, sinking back into Sanford's hold as the man grumbles something that he can't quite make out.

He's never been a morning person, always taking a good half-hour or more to fully wake up. Not that Deimos minds. Not when it gets him featherlight kisses trailed slowly from the back of his ear down the side of his throat.

It doesn't mean anything. Sanford is just cuddly in the mornings. The content sigh that ghosts over his neck still makes him feel warm all over.

"Come back to bed," Sanford whispers, and the next kiss is a lot more deliberate, sloppy but it still drags this quiet, fluttery little whine from his lungs that makes Sanford smile against his skin.

"What happened to leaving first thing?"

"Ten more minutes."

"Doc is gonna be pissed."

"Five more minutes?"

……….Fuck it.

Deimos takes a final drag and then stamps his cigarette out against the railing, letting Sanford pull him back into the room and back to bed.

Back to the bed they shared.

Their bed.

"Mmmm so warm…" Sanford drags him down onto the mattress and buries his face in Deimos's neck, back to those soft little kisses as a hand strokes up and down his abdomen.

Deimos laughs it off, because if he doesn't he's going to make a fool of himself. "One of Nevada's Most Wanted right here, ladies and gents."

Lips migrate upward, dancing along his jawline and chin, just above and right below his mouth before moving to his cheek. Sanford has never kissed him on the lips. Probably never will, because this doesn't mean anything to either of them and it'd be silly to pretend that it does. Deimos turns his head back to snipe a few of his own along Sanford's jaw before a thumb on his chin guides him to lay his head back down.

"Let me," Sanford whispers against his temple, resuming that lazy path across the side of Deimos's face. His forehead, just below his eye, the bridge of his nose, back down to tease around Deimos's lips before returning to his neck.

The covers are pulled up over them and then Sanford tugs him in so their bodies are flush together. Hands slide up under Deimos's shirt and with a parting kiss to the back of his neck, Sanford finally relents and lays down fully.

"I uh… I'm pretty sure five minutes is up, man."

"Nope, it starts now. Had to warm you up first."

"And here I thought you were just happy to see me. Should'a known you were a heat leech," Deimos says dramatically, going to sit up but Sanford's grip is as firm as ever.

The quiet snoring coming from behind him tells him he's stuck.

—————

Five more minutes somehow turned into another hour before they actually hit the road, Sanford taking over on driving for the remainder of the trip.

"I'm telling you, it ain't snuggling if it's for survival."

"San, neither of us were dying."

"You should've seen how bad you were shivering last night. I technically did you a favor if we're being honest here."

"Listen, I ain't complaining. Like, at all. But we snuggled. We are snugglers. Grade-A, USDA-certified snugglers. And that last 'five minutes' was all for you, Casanova."

"You're thinking about it too hard."

"Nuh-uh. You're gonna have to start buying me drinks now. You actively owe me a drink for this morning."

It gets a hearty laugh out of Sanford as he reaches over and hooks his pinkie into Deimos's. "Deal. I want more than five minutes though."

The gesture doesn't mean anything. Sanford's smile shouldn't mean anything. The blush that creeps up Deimos's face isn't allowed to mean anything. "Deal."

[drefear]

Sister's Mister

Summary: Your sister meets Miguel O'Hara, a smart playboy that goes to your college and you so happen to have a crush on. When the two start to date, he begins to act weird towards you.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

TW: Drinking, insecurity, family, throw up.

“Where’s my curling iron?” Your sister screamed from the other room, stomping around with a clip in her hair and her dress half-tied. You lounged on your bed as she ran around, both living at home still as you were both still in college. She was 4 years older than you, currently getting her PHD in psychology as you were currently in your third year of your undergraduate. Your major was chemistry , wanting to experiment and become a scientist that worked with enhancement drugs. 

You were 21, while your sister was 25, and you two were very close. Sometimes too close. Same taste in tv shows, shared clothing styles, and sometimes even men… 

But your sister was going on lots of dates, while you were woefully single. The two of you differed there. 

She was always out and about, jumping from man to man, while you stayed home and preferred to be alone. 

The quiet of your bedroom was comforting, just your fingers typing your essay on your keyboard as the fan cooled you down in the middle of the summer. You were taking summer classes to get a head start in your fourth year, wanting to hurry it up and jump into a career. 

“Did you borrow it?” She asked again and you sighed, closing your laptop and putting it on your bed. Getting up, you saw her rushing around and trying to tie the back of her dress. 

“No, I hate curling my hair.” You folded your arms as you leaned on the doorframe and watched her bend down to clasp her heels. 

“Come out with us tonight, I heard that super hot guy in your honors chem class is coming.” She wiggles her brows at you. 

Laughing, you shook your head. “Gianna, I already told you, I have to finish this assignment.” 

We both know you’re almost done with it, so hurry up and then get dressed. Gwen’s picking us up soon.” She threw a navy blue dress at you and you just nodded. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. 

It was a bad idea. You felt awkward in between all the sweaty, dancing bodies. You hated how close everyone was to you, practically on top of each other as the bass pounded into your ears. You sipped your gin and tonic, and found a seat at the bar, not wanting to constantly be bumped into by the group of other college kids in front of you. 

Gianna danced with her friends, who took you under their wing and tried to get you to be social, but it didn’t work. You stayed at the bar and watched. 

A hand on your shoulder made you turn and look into the chest of the man trying to get your attention. 

“Hey, you’re Gianna’s little sister, right?” 

 Gianna’s little sister.

That’s how you were constantly referred to, living in the shadow of your cool, popular older sister. You never minded before, but for some reason, it bothered you to hear tonight. 

“Yeah, she’s over there.” You pointed and looked back at his face. 

“She was talking to my friend for a while, he’s around here somewhere. I’m Peter, this is Hobie.” He pointed to the guy behind him and you finally absorbed the two men. 

Peter seemed like the normal straight white dude, light brown hair and a 10 o’clock shadow with the smell of axe body spray and a bright, wide smile. Hobie wore chains around his neck and a fishnet tank top with a black shirt underneath, wicks long and pointing in every direction. His piercings were shining in the club lights and the two couldn’t look any more different against each other. 

And here you were, the dress a bit tight on your front your sister’s thin, model-like frame. You had more plush to your thighs and butt than she did, as well as a fuller bust. The spandex fabric held you tight as you bit your bottom lip, shaking both of their hands. Hobie kissed the top of yours and you flustered a bit, Peter laughing. 

“My girlfriend is around here somewhere, and- oh, there’s Miguel.” He pointed and you watched as his eyes widened. “Oh boy…” You heard Peter chuckle as you turned to look at where he’d pointed and saw your sister in the arms of a big, muscular Greek god. You tilted your head and recognized him. 

“Miguel… O’Hara?” You said out loud. She wasn’t just fucking a guy from you chem class, she was fucking the smartest guy in your whole fucking major. 

“Yeah, you know him?” Peter asked and you just sighed, nodding. Unbeknownst to your dear sister, you’d had a massive crush on him since you saw him the first day, and now he had his mouth on her neck as they grinded against each other. 

The oxygen left your lungs as you felt your confidence deflate. Of course it would be him, you thought to yourself quietly and stood up. 

“Dance with me, girlie.” Hobie instructed and pulled you towards the swarm of gyrating people, not giving you much of a choice. You felt his hands fall on your hips as he guided you to the beat, watching your face as you blushed a bit from the close contact and effects of alcohol. “Relax, I got you.” He spoke and looked around, making eye contact with your sister as she smiled at something MIguel whispered in her ear. Your heart sank a little as you watched and Hobie smirked more, “You wanna make ‘em jealous, get closer to me.” Hobie whispered and you gulped, pressing against him as you saw your sister pulling Miguel towards you. You heard your name as you danced with the punk boy. 

“You know Miguel, right? Don’t you two have a class together?” She asked, and you were about to answer, but you didn’t even get a word out as he spoke. 

“Multiple, actually.” He nodded, eyes scanning up and down your body quickly, before smiling back to your sister. The two of them together looked like a famous couple, something you’d see in an ad for abercrombie. Wth his hand around her waist, you felt out of place, like you were interrupting even though they had approached you. Hobie’s hands slipped around you and you blinked back into the conversation. “Enough chatter, I’ve got a lady to seduce, yeah?” Hobie winked at your sister and pecked your cheek, making eye contact with Miguel. Wasn’t he Miguel's friend? Why would he want to make his friend jealous?

Your sister gave you a small thumbs up as Hobie pulled you away and continued to dance with you, watching Miguel stay focused on you over your shoulder. 

“Why did you do that?” You asked and he smiled down at you. 

“Cause ‘m bored, and Miguel needs a swift kick to the head. He’s blind if he can’t see that you’re the best lookin’ girl in the whole club.” Hobie’s words made you turn red and nod, “just have fun and forget him, he’s stupid.” He added and you leaned in closer, dancing with the rocker boy more. 

You left the club without your sister after watching her practically suck Miguel’s face off in a booth at the club, assuming she’d be leaving with him. And you’d been right, after getting an assuring text from her in the morning saying ‘BEST SEX EVER.’

You couldn’t hate your life anymore than you did at that second. 

Class went by as per usual, but instead of shamelessly gawking at the back of Miguel’s head, you tried to stay focused on anything but him. Which was working until you’d been dismissed and soon heard your name. 

Ignoring him, you felt tension in your shoulders. The last thing you’d wanted was to deal with the awkwardness of him asking for your sister’s number or asking about her life, or if you could put in a good word for him, or anything at all basically. You wanted to be left alone. 

Days later, you watched as your sister seemed to have more of a pep in her step, smiling at her phone all the time and seemingly wearing more perfume. She was definitely obsessed with him, but you also knew his reputation, and he was a player, a fuckboy. He slept with most of the sororities on campus and allegedly, even a few teachers. So when you opened your front door to see him holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing a dress shirt and smelling expensive, your jaw dropped. 

“Miggy!” Your sister called from behind you and jumped into his arms. You watched him twirl her around and just sighed, walking away. This had nothing to do with you, you told yourself, and moved into the kitchen to help your parents finish setting up the dining room table. 

“I didn’t know we were having Gianna’s new boyfriend over.” You glanced up to your mom, who just nodded. “Is this the official meet the parents night?” 

“Well, they’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, so we thought we should meet him.” Your dad added and you dreaded the world. 

The whole dinner felt as if it were in slow motion, your ears filled with white noise until you heard your father say your name. 

“Hello? Earth to the baby of the group?” He called out and your mom laughed, your eyes snapping up to him. “Miguel said you two have had a few classes together.” 

“Uh, yeah.” You mumbled and ate a forkful of whatever-the-fuck your mother made. Looking around, you saw your sister gazing at her new boyfriend, who was staring at you expectedly. “So?” You looked between him and your father, who continued. 

“So, Miguel said that there was recently a boy interested in you?” He asked and your eyes shot to Miguel, who wore an expression that was unreadable. 

“What? Who?” You jumped around mentally trying to think of someone. 

“Just a rumor that some guy has a crush on you.” He shrugged, as if it was no big deal and you shook your head. 

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“So you’re not interested in anyone?” Your mom questioned and you just kept your eyes on your plate, afraid to even answer. 

“Miggy, you should set her up with someone.” Your sister interjected and you just glanced up to her in shock, Miguel’s face mimicking your surprise. 

“I don’t know anyone she’d be compatible with.” He said and you frowned. Were you that unattractive in his eyes?

You continued to stab your food as your family talked, the peanut gallery fading to the background as you thought to yourself and wished that you were anywhere else. 

A text from your phone breaks your concentration and you look down to answer, agreeing to join a few friends for some drinks at their house later. What you didn’t see was Miguel’s eyes tracking your movements, watching you as you texted at the dinner table. 

“Honey, don’t be rude, we’re eating together!” Your mom chidded and you snapped your head up, nodding. “Sorry. I’m gonna finish early to get ready, a friend invited me over.” You mumbled quietly and you stood with your plate, leaving the table. 

Twenty minutes later and you were walking to the door as your family sat with MIguel in the living room. 

“Whose house are you going to?” Your sister asked as you grabbed your purse. 

“Just Miles.” You answered and Miguel’s body stiffened. 

“Miles… Morales?” He asked and your parents both glanced to MIguel, who looked upset. 

“Yeah, why?” You frowned in defense. 

“No reason, I’m just surprised that’s the type of person you hang out with.” He brought a beer to his lips, courtesy of your father, and his eyes challenged yours. Your hands balled into fists a bit and you looked angry. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argued and your sister sighed loudly, putting a hand on MIguel’s thigh to try and de-escalate the situation forming. 

“Miles lived down the street from us for a long time, so they’re close.”

“He’s basically a delinquent.” Miguel said and your parents visibly began to think, which was never a good sign.

“He is not-” You tried to answer, but he continued. 

“He graffitis the walls near my internship, he skips classes, and he’s always stumbling around like he’s high.” Miguel’s words make your blood boil. 

“I’m sorry he’s not super popular or a frat boy, but he’s a good person and he’s smart, and he’s my friend!” You yelled, tears pricking your eyes as you squeezed them shut, then hating the silence that settled within the room. You looked around between everyone’s faces and found Miguel’s, still hard and on the offense. You sniffled and swiped your keys from the little dish in the doorway, looking at him again. “Shouldn’t you be less focused on me and more focused on banging my sister?” You hissed and left as your parents shouted your name in disgust, not even looking back when you slammed the door. You wiped your tears with your sleeve and ran to your car, getting in and driving off as fast as possible. 

The night was a blur, Miles and Gwen feeding you drinks to make you feel better after you told them you got in an argument with your sister’s new snot-nosed boytoy. 

“Who does he even think he is? Big and fuckin’...” You droned on, slurring your words as you laid your head in Gwen’s lap. She pet your hair as Miles drew something in his notebook, probably his girlfriend who was holding you as you drunkenly vented about your secret crush. 

“Mind if I invite some other friends?” Miles asked and Gwen shook her head while you were too distracted to even hear him. 

The door opened twenty minutes later and you saw Hobie walk in with a 12 pack of beer on his shoulder, and that made you smile. “Hobie!” Gwen got up and hugged the skinny-jean wearing boy, who set down the beers and then dapped up Miles. His eyes found you and he gave you a small grin. 

“Looks like you managed to get loose finally.” He handed you another beer and you happily took the bottle, taking a swig as you nodded. “You look absolutely fit.” His eyes took you in as you did a little clumsy twirl, watching another boy follow behind him. He was either Indian or middle eastern, with shaggy black hair and a big, white smile. “This is Pav.” Hobie introduced you two and he hugged you, taking in your outfit. 

“You look so nice, even drunk!” He added and you just laughed, enjoying the little bits of attention you got, not used to being the center of attention. 

Everything moved fast as you pumped music louder and the room became more and more full of people. Before any of you knew it, the entire place was packed and it had become a house party. Heavy music played and you danced wildly, swaying your hips and rolling your body to the beat as Gwen laughed and danced beside you. Pav and Hobie were currently occupying the couch, as Hobie had a girl on his lap and Pav talked excitedly to Miles about something he saw that day. The feeling of freedom coursed through your veins, intertwined with alcohol. It wasn’t like the night at the club, no, you were hammered and it felt great. The feeling was interrupted by vibrating in your pocket, to which you went to find a quiet place to answer the call. 

Stumbling into Miles’s room, you sat down and checked your phone. 

“Hello?” Your sister’s voice came through and you pouted. 

“‘M busy.” You sputtered out. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“...No.” You hesitated, knowing you were an incredibly shitty liar. Especially while you were trashed. 

“Oh my god, I’m coming to get you.” 

“No! ‘M happy!” You yelped, then threw your body down on the bed and stretched out. “I’m staying. Go suck Miguel’s dick or somethin.” You smiled at your funny joke. You were so funny. 

“No, we’re coming to get you, so stay there.” She spoke and before you could answer, she hung up. Sighing, you furrowed your brows and laid there for what only felt like a minute before you stumbled back out of the bedroom, finding the sliding glass door and making your way to the backyard. 

The grass felt good on your bare feet and you plopped yourself into it fully, laying back and spreading out in the greenery. 

“Get up.” The strong, deep voice was fuzzy in your mind and you just smiled, not recognizing it right away. 

“Lay down with me.” You answered and closed your eyes again, fingers playing with the blades of grass by your sides. “Look at the sky with me.” 

“Your eyes are closed.” He answered and you giggled. 

“The stars are so beautiful.” You rambled, and a large hand brushed against your cheek, eyes now opening to see Miguel crouching by your drunk, splayed out body. 

“So are you.” He answered and you felt your stomach tighten, nervousness pulling at your insides as you suddenly couldn’t breathe from butterflies. 

Not butterflies. Throw up.

And then you were hacking and wreching to the side of you into the grass, coughing up your dinner from before and feeling someone hold your hair back. A soft ‘oh my god’ was heard from the back door and soon you heard the hurried clacking of heels. Your sister bent down by Miguel and squeezed one of your hands, worry all over her face. That’s when everything turned black.

[kenyuluvme]

chronic fuck-me eyes.

-> byr!! reader has hair that can be tucked behind her ears + she wears a skirt. nothing spicy happens, just exploring the idea of higuruma having fuck-me eyes/eye-fucking you lol. might make another part with actual smut let's see.

he wasn't aware of it. higuruma was barely attentive to anything aside from work-related affairs, so it wasn't hard to imagine that he was in fact incognizant of one of his most outstanding character, or rather physical, traits: his "fuck-me" eyes.

the same eyes that were indiscreetly ogling you from across the office you shared with him and shimizu.

you concentrated hard on not physically shrinking under his gaze (you already did mentally), but that was hardly feasible, what with the way in which he's been staring at you for the last few minutes. his large orbs that you happened to be fond of, half-lidded yet alarmingly keen, pored over every single part of you they could reach as if you were being undressed by him; and despite his mouth being covered by his balled up fist, you could swear you caught sight of him chewing on his bottom lip twice or thrice.

the long lashes that decorated his eyes fluttered slowly every now and then, adding on to the suffocatingly erotic aura that oozed out of him. the only thing that kept you somewhat distracted from his blatant eye-fucking was the clicking of your keyboard, which was the reason why you were pressing the keys with more vigour than the average person would.

you had to admit, you were doing a terrible job at not crumbling.

you lost count of the number of times you've momentarily let go of the keyboard to tuck a stray lock or two behind your ears, or the number of times you readjusted your skirt to see if that would make him look away, yet you'd be lying if you said the idea of your handsome boss shamelessly checking you out wasn't stroking your ego in ways unknown to man.

this was far from being the first time that higuruma has made you the target of his chronic fuck-me eyes. ever since your arrival in the firm, he's been eyeing you in this exact manner; a half-lidded, overtly sexual and intense stare. first time it happened was during your second week in the firm and you were trying to figure out the bizarrely vintage espresso machine they used, when, from your peripheral vision, you saw him leaning with his back against a window, sipping his bitter drink and plainly gazing at you through his lashes.

your lips had fell and you had awkwardly let out a "uhhh" before he moved from his spot, approaching you with a barely noticeable grin and a cool demeanour. "need help, new girl?," he said, his voice husky and low, and that combined with the label he gave you was more than enough to have you widen your eyes in slight frenzy.

ever since that fateful meeting, you've become more and more conscious of his habit of following you with his gaze and it was almost as if he liked to do it when you were alone in the same place as him.

you raised your eyes to read the time. 36 minutes left then you could clock out and scream into your pillow. yet, you didn't want to let him go without doing something in return, or at least showing him that you weren't all that unaware of what he's been doing.

not removing your eyes from your computer screen, you gently but firmly killed the silence, "is something the matter, higuruma? you've been staring at me for quite a few minutes now."

after finishing your words, you sharply turned your head to meet his gaze, and you were frankly taken aback by how he took what you said. he was no longer ogling you salaciously, and in the stead of that, he seemed...flustered?

"oh, my apologies, i was just lost in my thoughts. not professional for an attorney, huh?," he tried to humour you a bit to cover up his embarrassment. he then proceeded to grab some random papers and run his eyes over those instead.

you couldn't help your jaw dropping a bit. was he actually oblivious to what he's been doing for god knows how many months now? was he genuinely not aware of the gaze that was nothing short of an invitation for you to walk over and jump his bones?

these questions bounced in your head for the remaining minutes before you hurriedly packed your papers and items then left the office with an awkwardly nervous "goodbye".

he blinked, confused at your sudden reaction.

nevertheless, higuruma considered this another win in his book, as he recalled how cute you looked trying to remain calm, and he began to ponder the other ways in which he could make you lose your cool, but he knew that you weren't ready for that yet.

higuruma was, in fact, aware of his fuck-me eyes.

-> hmmm, in my head, this was wayyyyy less story-like and more about his whore eyes and what he thinks about but it turned into a drabble ig. lemme know if a part 2 with actual sex or something that's close to it sounds nice. byeee :)

[cranberry-writes]

“Whatever you need”

Ted Lasso x Reader

WARNINGS; referenced/implied physical and verbal abuse, panic attack, mild arguing, reader is a bit self deprecating, reader has issues relating to their father (only partly mentioned) :(, angst with a happy ending!

Synopsis; Reader has doubts about their ability to be a good partner, accidentally causing a small fight between them and Ted. Reader ends up having an anxiety attack but Ted is there to comfort them.

This was requested by @forcecaptainnoceda !

Ted was probably one of if not the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he was caring, happy, and always did anything he could to make sure you felt safe and loved. He would give you space if you needed it, hugs when you wanted the opposite.

As amazing as it was, it almost felt wrong. It made you feel like maybe you weren’t doing enough. Sometimes you’d have bad thoughts about your relationship, sometimes you’d think that maybe you didn’t deserve him.

But not wanting to ruin one of the best relationships ever, you said nothing. You let it fester, grow.

You slowly started pulling away, going out more when Ted was staying in, not stopping by his work as often, avoiding spending meals with him, anything you could.

And Ted noticed it, and it took him almost a month to say something.

“Did I do somethin’ to upset you sweetheart?”

You paused, fingers stopped moving around the keyboard of your computer as you worked on something you weren’t even fully sure of.

“No, nothing.” It took you a while to say it, putting those two words together seemed to have been impossible for some reason, talking to him about this seemed impossible.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I feel like you haven’t been, happy, around me darlin’. And I wanna make sure I can try and make it better.” You finally look up from the screen in front of you, his eyes looked genuine, but you could have sworn you saw just the slightest amount of annoyance in them. “I’m sure.”

Moving your gaze back down to your computer, you could hear Ted start to get up and move around, his final destination sitting down next to you, slowly closing your computer and moving it away. “Darlin’, I know you, at least I like to think I do.” Looking back up at him again, you could see his smile that was attempting to make you happy.

“What’s the problem?” You knew he was trying to help, you knew, deep down, that you should talk to him. But instead, you got defensive.

“I said it’s nothing Ted, leave it.” The words tumbled out of your mouth to quick for you to stop them, the tone you used surprised yourself, it sounded harsh. “Darlin’ I just don’t know what to do, i’ve done everythin’ i can to try and fix this but it feels impossible for me.”

You stayed silent, his voice rose in volume by a just a bit but it sounded like a yell.

“Can you talk to me? Please? Say something?”

You said nothing, instead opting to dip your head down, looking at your lap instead of at Ted. It was easier to avoid the conversation than try and fix it, to risk the possibility it would turn into something bigger scared you so badly.

You looked up and saw his hand moving towards you, and suddenly you felt like a scared kid again, your chest felt tight, your hearing started to get overwhelmingly sensitive before it seemed to just stop working.

You could feel your tears on your face as you fell backwards in your chair, the air being slightly knocked out of you before desperately scrambling backwards.

Realistically you knew you were safe, you knew Ted wouldn’t in a thousand years even think about harming you. But right now you where in flight or fight, rational thoughts where out the window and in another country. Right now you were a kid screaming and crying to try and get away from your dad.

Somehow in the middle of the crying and screaming you could hear Ted’s voice, softly spoken as always, he said your name so lovingly. He didn’t try to come close or touch you, he just sat down on the floor next to you and started talking calmly. At first you couldn’t understand more than a few words, slowly you were able to understand fully understand what he was saying.

He was recounting your first date.

Every moment, he talked about the restaurant you went to, the park you walked in, the movie you watched at his house after.

“For how much you claimed to loved that movie, ya’ know I think you didn’ really like that movie.” He chuckled to himself lightly, thinking fondly of the memory.

“..I did like that movie.” He looked for to you quickly, he looked shocked for a split second, then so happy you thought he may melt. He moved towards you but quickly stopped. “Are you good with contact right’ now darlin’?” You nodded your head slowly, and he moved over to you. Hugging you tightly and slowly soothing your back.

“Do you wanna talk about it love?” was the first thing said after almost 20 minutes, he held you close the entire time, not even once adjusting his position or anything, just making sure you felt safe. It took you a moment but you shook your head, not trusting your voice just yet. “That’s okay darlin’, that’s okay. I’m here when you need me.”

[heartofwritiing]

Dance with me

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

summary: you’re at a music festival with lovejoy, you and wilbur can’t help but be pulled together when a certain song from your favorite band plays.

authors note: I got inspired by this clip I think it’s from ash’s tiktok, its one of my favorite wilbur clips and for some reason the idea of dancing with wilbur at a music festival sparked within my weird little brain lmao. enjoy this quick fic as (i like to call them) my writers block is killing me ughh

warnings: none, just fluff, established relationship, reader is a member of lovejoy, very short, and unedited!

Sweaty bodies screamed around you, shouting back lyrics to the band that was preforming on the main stage you were just on hours before.

It was one of your favorite bands Arctic Monkeys. you still couldn’t believe you were here, only dreaming of performing on stage in-front of big crowds like this when you were little, putting on concerts in your living room for your family members. It was all thanks to the band you had joined a little over a year ago.

Lovejoy was looking for a keyboard player to only do live gigs. After some time and getting to know them more and more, watching them grow into their style and become best friends with all the band members. You had unofficially joined the group along with the other respective trumpet players joining on tour.

Now you were traveling the world, getting to see new places and having an experience like no other.

Wilbur and you had only met three years ago during quarantine, almost right away you knew he was the one. You had joined in on a call with a mutual friend to play some online game. since then, you had met in person several times, moved in together, joined his band, and the rest was history. Getting to travel the world with your partner was an absolute plus.

You rocked along to the rhythm of the guitars, the beat of the drums pounding through the speakers stimulating your brain. Ash and Mark, were standing to your right, bobbing along to the music with grins on both their faces.

Ash was filming the stage, panning around to show the camera Mark, who was watching the stage intently. Ash unexpectedly moved the camera to you noticing you looking at him and now was your opportunity to show off your goofy side. While still dancing, you started making faces, this caused Ash to hold back laughter.

You continued this, oblivious to the fact Wilbur was sneaking up behind you. You missed Ash's quick glance behind you, and a pair of arms came around your waist, pulling you flush against a person's chest. You let out a surprised yelp, you almost were about to elbow the person in the ribs for grabbing you but the smell of musky cologne flooded your senses. it instantly made you discover who it was. Ease came over you knowing it was Wilbur.

Taking a breath, a smile inched up your lips as he placed his chin on your shoulder and rocked you side-to-side to the beat of the music. You said nothing as you crept up your arms to rest on top of his, lacing your fingers together in a tangled mess.

Wilbur hummed as you leaned into his touch once the song ended, cheers erupted around you but soon died down due to the next song starting up with the rift of the gutair. Letting out an audible squeal you recognized the track, quickly spinning out of Wilbur’s arms to face him he saw the evident smirk on your lips as you took his hands in yours once more.

“Dance with me?” you asked playfully.

How could he say no to you? Wilbur noticed how your hips started to move with every beat of the drum, taunting him to move with you. Your eyes sparkled mischievously casting a spell and drawing him to your further.

Wilbur took your left hand and placed it on his shoulder. Then your other hand is in his. You felt his arm go around your waist and he began to move in a sway.

The crowd around you appeared to vanish. Having your arms around your lover was the only thing that mattered in your mind. He took you into a swinging step as the music got faster, and you wondered when the crowd had dispersed to make more room for you.

Wilbur spun you around quickly by the arm, causing you to trip over your feet. With a gasp, you collided with his chest. Giggles crawled out of your chests. He helped you stand upright as your eyes crinkled with happiness.

Your laughter died down, and he leaned his head to your level to press your foreheads together in a blissful moment of contentment.

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[goodolddumbbanana]

TO BE A MIRROR [7]

Summary: Sun was dead (sort of). It wasn't anyone's fault (it was Nexus's fault), but anyway that poor boy was in a deep coma, too weak to get out of his own head.

Nexus had no regrets. But for some reason, recently, he had hallucinations of Sun.

*** Warning: kinda nonsense, unrelied narative. I am not actually like this chap. It feels like no matter what I try, I couldn't interpret good enough. Anyway, maybe write it again later.

The lab was silent, save for Nexus, who was still working. The sky was a heavy, burning orange, casting soft yellow streaks back onto his desk. There was the rustling of papers, and the clacking of keyboards. Nexus's crimson eyes stared up at the projection screen, the specs and energy levels of the Wither Storm fragments so large and so difficult to understand that they fascinated Nexus, like a puzzle he was eager to solve.

‘So this is what you did after killing me, brother?’

The high-pitched, shrill voice rang out from behind Nexus, so suddenly that his steady typing speed suddenly stopped.

At the corner of Nexus’s eyes, a yellow animatronic appeared. In the cold white of the lab and the oppressive black of the machines, their yellow silhouettes seemed to glow brightly, warming the room.

‘How filthy, I thought when you had your own robots, you would keep the room cleaner.’

The smile that stretched across Nexus’s face twisted a bit. He ignored its presence, trying to focus on the new discovery he had made about the Wither Storms.

Hallucinations were nothing new to Nexus, and he didn’t care if he had another one either.

It's not like he regretted what he did. Especially when he doesn't have much time left.

Continuing to look through the papers, Nexus’s ears twitched as he heard a loud noise behind him. The bells jingled irritatingly, the familiar whistling of cleaning was seared into Nexus’s memories. He knew exactly what they were touching, and their clumsy hands would inevitably drop something—

‘Look at this room… It’s so dirty, messy… Guess you and Moon are no different—’

“THAT CREATURE AND ME ARE NOTHING LIKE THIS!!!”

Nexus screamed. He jumped out of his chair, twisting to face the nuisance, but suddenly, he couldn't say any words. There was no sound to escape his voice box.

Sun…

The ghost of the man he had coldly murdered looked as cheerful as ever.

‘Oh, and so now you notice me?’

Silence gave way to an answer.

‘Do you like what you see?’

The sun-themed face, stained in soot. The milky white eyes, now glinting with the color of Wither shards, squinted into a smile. Their entire bodies were drenched in a black, shiny oil, dripping with every step they took. The smell of burnt cloth and tar wafted to Nexus’s nose, making him want to vomit…

The energy of magic and star power filled the air. The expression was pained and exhausted, the eyes flashed with unbridled anger in a body that was about to shatter into pieces. The words were like poison that escaped Sun’s mouth like a ghost in Nexus’s ears, but he was too busy laughing, too busy enjoying the horrified look on Moon’s face, that he couldn’t care about the consequences he had caused.

‘Are you satisfied now, Nexus?’

Sun's lavender eyes smiled dully. There was oil around Sun's face, his body always kept shiny, now smelled horribly of negative star power and stained with dirt. 

For the first time since Nexus had discarded his soul, he felt a tinge of guilt.

***

When Nexus first saw Sun, he thought…

‘That guy is truly a poor wretch.’

They looked as if they had just stepped out of the pit of hell, and were constantly shaking like leaves. Their shoulders were stiff, their joints were too tense, their hands were about to tear the already tattered ribbons wrapped around their wrists.

They almost nestled into Earth, their milky eyes frozen like a fawn when he entered. The pain in those eyes was so intense that the code of ‘Moon’ bounced nonstop, urging him to move closer, instinctively hugging the yellow animatronic to his chest.

But they immediately lowered their eyes, their incomprehensible body language both warning him to stay away from them and begging him to come closer.

A not-so-light confusion was felt by the newborn moon animatronic, and a vague feeling of pain rose in his chest from where he saw the person who was called his ‘twin’, reluctantly avoiding him.

‘What did I do wrong? ’

It was a naive question. Later, while looking through the channel, with a sickly feeling in his throat, Nexus learned that he had done a lot wrong.

Especially for this person he so claimed he loved him.

What a sick twisted monster. He thought gloomily, the reflective surface of the screen still imprinted the image of Sun's cracked face.

***

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a family to haunt?!”

Nexus was grumpy. He knew it was all in his head, but he was still drawn into these illusions. He thought that after pulling out that bastard’s chip or burning all his emotions in negative star power, all his guilt would disappear away.

And for a while, they did.

“It seems like I have stuck with you.” Sun whistled, his voice stuttering happily. “Though, there’s no way I’m missing my favorite brother, right?”

“Especially seeing how you don’t take care of yourself at all.”

“Moon, you shouldn’t stay up so late like that.”

Everything is wrong. Sun was dead, broken, comatose, what-so-ever. And Sun had never called him ‘brother’ so cheerfully like that. And there was no way the real one would look at him with anything other than disappointment and exhaustion.

“I love you, but I can’t forgive you, Nexus.”

“Brother?”

“Shut up! Just let me think, dammit!” Nexus closed his eyes and frowned. Nexus never hated feeling lonely more than right now, at least Ruin’s nagging was annoying at times, but it also kept him from being distracted.

‘Oh? Moon, you look stressed. Do you want me to do something for you? Let’s play a game? Or eat something, you do still like sushi, right?’

Sun’s distorted form was filled with concern, even the way Sun’s hand usually waved in the air, it was exactly the same.

Nexus didn’t understand what was going on.

“I killed you. I killed you, and I don’t regret it at all! Why are you still here?” Nexus screams, he never feels more exhausted than that.

The rays of light shrank, the head tilted to the side in a curious and incomprehensible way. The positive energy from before disappeared, ‘Sun’s’ voice, returning to the timid and anxious one he was used to knowing.

“Aren’t you the one who knows best?”

***

“Moon!” The animatronic image disappeared into the darkness, to a place Nexus couldn’t find. He shouted until his voice was hoarse, but his twin's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

"Sun!"

Moon opened his eyes abruptly. He jumped up, his whole body covered in sweat, which should have been impossible since they were both machines. His hands were shaking non-stop, and his optics could see nothing but the hazy darkness.

"Moon!! What's wrong?"

A yellow figure ran over in panic. His brother's face showed concern, their clumsy hand touched his shoulder and shook him gently.

Oh... Nothing happened. It was just a nightmare.

The chilling feeling was still there, making Nexus restless. Sun was still here, his brother was still here. Nothing happened, Creator didn't catch his brother, Bloodmoon didn't catch his brother.

His brother was fine.

They were still together.

He was fine.

"Moon..? Moon..? Is something wrong? Why are you holding my hand so tightly like that?"

Sun asked softly, moving closer to him. They sat in the dark, only hearing the sound of each other's gears running.

"I'm fine... Sun... It was just a nightmare..." Nexus answered with a smile, his voice box seemed to have an error. He couldn't breathe, it was painful and frustrating, and he didn't understand where that feeling came from.

Bloodmoon's malicious smile still rang in Nexus's ears, and the cold feeling of losing Sun still made Nexus feel scared, so scared to the point that he wanted to tear the charger plugged into his head, wanted to burn everything that was making him feel uncomfortable right now to the point of overload.

"Do you want us to do something? We can play games together? Do you want me to call Earth, or Solar?"

"No!" Nexus blurted out. He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, weak and confused. Not even Solar, especially Solar. The orange animatronic has too many things to worry about, and it feels weak to let Solar know that he is not strong, not reliable like other Moon. Having Sun was enough, he just needed Sun. His brother is the only one he feels safe with, the only one he knows they will never leave him. Not in any state.

Nexus slowly clung to Sun like a drowning man clutching a stake. His head was so foggy, so foggy that he was panicking, unable to think about what was happening.

A clumsy hand rested on his back. A soft sigh, full of the helplessness of someone who was used to not being able to help no matter how hard he tried.

“Okay, then we’ll sit here together. It’s okay Moon, I’m fine. It’s okay Moon, you are safe…”

He wanted to say, the one who wasn’t safe here was you.

He wanted to say, why do you keep slipping through my fingers every time I try to hold you, why could I never keep you safe?

He wanted to say, I need you, I need you to be mine, I need you to see me and not think about someone who is already dead.

But all that came out of his mouth were the empty words: “I think I watched too many movies last night Sun. I’m fine now.”

***

His footsteps echoed down the hallway. The cold white was replaced by darker shades of the gothic designs of Dark Sun's castle, with the ghostly blue will-o'-the-wisp flickering with every step he took, like eyes watching Nexus's every move.

Once again, he stood there but couldn't enter. Dark Sun had made sure of that, with a sharp warning of the consequences he would face if Nexus decided to pull anything stupid.

The two-way mirror reflected the other end, revealing the bleak form of a yellow animatronic.

Sun…

They lay motionless on the couch, with thick tentacle-like wires attached to their heads and midsections. The screens were a jumble of ones and zeros, with an incomprehensible purple glowing red across the screens.

They looked peaceful, almost as if they were sleeping, as if they had run out of battery from overwork.

Not at all like the people who had been murdered in cold blood by his hands.

‘Oh, look at me. ’ ‘Sun’ laughed nervously. ‘I look terrible.’

‘Yes.’ Nexus signed.

‘Brother, who do you think looks worse, me or that other guy?’

The stench of oil and broken metal pieces sprouted from Sun's chest.

Nexus stays silent. He doesn’t want to say anything, he doesn’t want to look at Sun or ‘Sun’, hearing their voice in his ears anymore. 

They are not worse like Moon, or Solar hallucinations before, making him instantly in guilt and doubt. But they…

He hates them. Why are they not gone for good?

‘Sun’ pointed to his torn chest, and then to the lifeless robot lying inside. 

‘Wish you didn't kill me, am I right?’

‘I don’t know…’ Nexus whispered back.

***

That night, while Sun was sleeping, he walked in and sat next to Sun. His brother was charging, silent and oblivious as always. Clumsily and furtively, Nexus’s hand grabbed the soft tendrils clinging to Sun’s waist, holding it in his palm, as if trying to feel its warmth.

Like an alone child deepest inside is so desperately want the comfort of his older brother, but couldn't have the courage to doing so because he doesn't want them think he is needy, he is weak.

‘Why do you feel so far away when you're right next to me, Sun??’

[lonelyharmonies]

[3:14 pm]

donghyuck x fem reader (she/her pronouns) genre: fluff wc: 479

You watch your life bar going down just as fast as you were pressing the buttons on your keyboard. You scoff as your character dies again and close the game window to open the internet browser. As the youtube video plays on your earphones, you fail to hear the knock on your door. 

Donghyuck partially opens the door just to see you hunched over your laptop and, assuming you were focused on one of your many assignments, he refrains from disturbing you. He silently closes the door and goes back to your living room.

“She seemed kinda busy,” the boy says plopping down next to Renjun.

“What?” your friend scoffs. “She said she was free to watch a movie this afternoon, I even made her popcorn!”

“It looked like she was doing an assignment, she was hunched over her laptop with her notebook beside her,” Donghyuck takes a sip of the soda next to him and sighs. He was more annoyed by your absence than he would let Renjun ever know.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“Don’t disturb her, Renjun, let her—”

Before Donghyuck could finish his sentence, Renjun was already barging inside your room. That is one of the consequences of having a best friend: you become intimate and suddenly they forget what personal space means.

Renjuns walks over to your desk, ready to smack your head and fight you for forgetting your afternoon movie marathon, when he catches a glimpse of the youtube video playing on your laptop and the notes written on the white page of your notebook. Renjun squints his eyes when he recognizes the video as an overwatch gameplay. It’s right when you stop the video to take note of something your mentor said— as you like to call the youtuber whose videos you have been watching — that your friend decides to strike. 

You feel a hard slap on the back of your neck, making your forehead almost hit the table. You are ready to fight Renjun until you see his smirk. You quickly close your laptop and throw your notebook out of his sight, but you knew it was too late, he had seen it.

“What were you watching?”

“Porn!” you squeak.

“Liar,” he narrows his eyes and whispers “I saw you.”

“What did you see?”

“You know what I saw.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did Donghyuck arrive?”

“Why are you asking?” he teases and you shove his shoulder “Yeah, he’s here. Movie's ready.”

“Great,” you nod and pretend to fix some of the things on your desk. “You go first, I’ll be right there.”

You don’t even have enough time to regret your words, Renjun is already out of your sight when he screams “Hey, Hyuck, do you know she has been trying to learn how to play overwatch just to impress you?” 

That’s it, you hate Huang Renjun.

[soukoku-stans-assemble]

I've just realised I only posted one thing today, so pls have some soft soukoku headcannons as an apology:

- they're both simps. Neither will admit it, and both spend 90% of their time trying to get the other to admit to it while simultaneously denying it

- dazai is little spoon despite being taller bc he likes feeling cared for and chuuya likes feeling like he's caring for dazai

- one time, chuuya brought home a puppy, and dazai screamed when he saw it. Chuuya didn't stop teasing him about it for a week, but he did pass the puppy onto someone else in case it was serious and dazai didn't want to admit it

- they have a cat. Her name is arahabaki, baki for short (I borrowed this from a fic I read, but I can't remember the name), and she's ginger. She's also rlly stupid

- dazai has a YouTube channel dedicated to videos of baki being stupid. There's a new video daily

- dazai has an entire album in his gallery dedicated to pictures of chuuya. He takes pictures of him all the time, especially when he's sleeping

- they have cheesy matching lock screens which they refuse to show to anyone

- when they got engaged, they got rings with double lines of black stones (from the fic 'its not gay if its in america')

- they exposed their relationship to the ada (the pm already knew due to teenage soukoku shenanigans) by making out. Basically dazai got back from a dangerous mission where he almost died and chuuya just grabbed him and snogged his face off

- chuuya is the only person who's seen dazai without his bandages

- dazai is the only person who's seen chuuya without his gloves (it seems mundane but it's important to him)

- dazai bought custom bed sheets with a picture of them on when they first bought a double bed. Chuuya then refused to throw them out so dazai groans every time he sees them and is reminded of his mistake

- yosano and kouyo have a gc dedicated to cute pictures and blackmail of them. This includes pictures dazai has taken that he has sent to yosano with various keyboard smashes over how cute chuuya is

- they got married when they were 16 as a joke. They got engaged 5 years later only to discover that legally they were already married. They still held a wedding though

Ok that's it, enjoy!

[jun-of-love]

Until I Found You - choi seungcheol

genre: fluff, angst, choi seungcheol

pairings: scoups × yn

tw: injuries

words: 1.2k

a/n: i was listening to 'UntiI Found You' by Stephen Sanchez (i'm a basic bitch, leave me alone) and I saw this interview of him saying how he has written the song for his one true love called Georgia and he would never love anyone the same ever again and I just had to write this so..here we go ig :)

header credits: @saythestuff

Seungcheol was tired.

The echoes of fans’ screams on his every move were still ringing in his ears, the adrenaline active in his body. Yet, he felt nothing as he sat in the backseat of his van, which, considering the amount of time he spent in it, was more of a home to him than his apartment. He saw buildings rush by and could only think of how it was so similar to time. Time too, seemed incomprehensible to him when he moved so fast. Seungcheol closed his eyes, and just like routine, a slideshow of his favourite memories began.

It starts with the time he met you for the first time. He was sitting at the counter of his favourite little music instrument shop, where he was lucky to find a job as well. You were in a lilac hoodie, leggings, and ponytail, he remembers it clear as a day. You wandered around looking at instruments for a while, clueless and careful not to touch anything, until you saw the keyboard, which you rushed towards, and played ‘My Heart will Go On’ so perfectly, that Seungcheol almost thought you were trained for several years. It was until you started coming in almost every other day and played the same song every time, he figured out that was the only song you could play. And also, that you were quite tone deaf, and learned this song from sheer will-power.

He had made the first move. Working as a cashier in store, which happens to be the favourite place of quite possibly the cutest girl ever, has its own benefits. You hardly ever bought anything, except for CDs of some niche classical musicians, just sat in the store reading your book or doing some work. Luckily, Seungcheol knew how to enter a girl’s heart – through shitty instant coffee, so that he did. And it worked. Soon enough, you were laughing softly at his jokes, listening to his mixtapes, and manifesting for his dreams.

Seungcheol had underestimated how much love y/n had to give. You came in his life when he was struggling, and stuck to him like superglue through every trial he went through. You shared his mixtapes on every platform possible, made every café you visited play his music, made sure each and every friend and acquaintances of yours had heard his music. You would constantly DM all the artists and famous producers, as if they would read them and give Seungcheol the opportunity of a lifetime. You paid for promoting his music on Instagram- from whatever was left from your stupid copywriting salary after college fees took most of it. Seungcheol promised and swore on the heavens and hell, that he would give his beautiful girlfriend the life of her dreams, where he would fund everything and beyond, she would write as many books as she wanted, and they would live the happiest life a couple could dream of.

It seemed like fate was in his favour. Another day that he remembers as if it was yesterday. It was the weekend and Seungcheol was cooking with you in his apartment. Laughing at how not a single onion was getting properly cut by him, and him arguing that it doesn’t matter if it’s all going to be cooked at the end of the day. The conversation just ended with the stove turned off, and you in his arms. Regardless of how his life was going, his pathetic financial situation, and constant rejection from companies, he felt safe, at home with you in his arms. He felt like everything in the world would work out if you were there with him. And that’s what happened. His phone rang at that moment- it was a famous music production company, wanting to scout him based on his mixtape they heard playing in a café.

Rest was history. He was the S.Coups. You had giggled a little when you heard his work name, but admitted it was cool. Seungcheol got bigger and bigger opportunities. His handsome face went viral, and soon he went from a music producer to a bestselling artist. His once role models were now on his waiting list. Seungcheol felt like it was all a big fluke, and that he didn’t deserve this- but you were right there, with your healing smile- reassuring him that he had it in all this time.

But when one rises up too fast, life has a way of showing the ground, and fame is a bitch. Soon, your relationship was all about him. It was his conveniences, his schedule, his career, his image- yet you were fine with it, as long as he was happy. Seungcheol remembers the horrible day, when you waited for him all day in his apartment to tell him that you had won a writing competition by a publishing house. It was one the big break you were waiting for, and he just came home, dismissing you and falling asleep on the couch because he had drunk too much on a broadcast. He woke up the next day to find himself on the bed, in comfortable clothes and covered in a blanket. It was when he found the tear stained certificate on the table, that he realised how badly he had fucked up. Yet..yet you forgave him without him having to beg for forgiveness. Because you understood. You always did. Seungcheol wondered what your last straw would be, and prayed that he would never see the day it breaks.

Unfortunately, the day came. You had gotten into an accident, leg broken and several small fractures in the body. You had never experienced pain like this before, and only wanted Seungcheol in the room. Yet, he came four hours after he got the news, because he ‘had to’ complete his music show broadcast. This is the day he wishes he could forget. You were covered in bandages, but the pain in your eyes only reflected the pain in your heart. He was on his knees in the hospital room, and you looked at him in complete apathy.

“I have gone through too much because of you. I cannot take it anymore. You don’t have to do anything, I will remove myself from your life. You will not see me again.”

Seungcheol felt like his life had been taken out from him. He begged and groveled, promised to leave his career, sent thousands of flowers and gifts, wrote multiple letters- only to find them in the trash the next day. He kept persisting, until one day you just left, with no trace of where you were going. Just gone.

As if on cue, his van stopped rather harshly. “Sir, we’re here.” His driver woke him up. As he regained his senses, Seungcheol noticed the book he had been holding tightly all this time. Fifth one in the popular series written by y/n, the name adorned on it in calligraphy. He opened the first page, and the words on it broke his heart into a million pieces.

“To my husband Joshua, thank you for always being there for me.”

Maybe in the next life. He will find you and love you like you deserve. The next life.

[woojungz]

gamer bf yujun! 🎮🫧

❝ yujun x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 something i thought of after watching yujun's daily_x vlog! word count: around 600(◜⁠‿⁠◝)♡ im also trying out the bullet list format in this one !

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

a thing i didn’t expect from yujun is for him to be a league player like…😭 anyway, i wonder if he also plays other fps games like valorant or whatever. and the biggest question is which character does he main?!

he also mentioned playing terraria and other ps5 games with jinsik

let’s say this whole situation started when you guys have that one hangout together as a couple where the both of you just do your own thing. maybe yujun invited you to his room, you’re just chilling on his bed while he tells you he’s gonna play some pc games.

at first it was completely peaceful, save for a few typing sounds of his keyboard and mouse clicking. your soul almost left your body when the silence was shattered by his sudden scream, snapping your head towards the back of his chair.

and when you go and approach him, he just gives you that cute eye smile of his.

“y/n! i just got a double kill!”

he really just dramatically startled you for that. when he saw you sigh before leaving him alone, he asks you if you wanna try playing together.

“you’ll get it if you try playing this game i promise!”

and that’s how he ended up convincing you to buy your own pc. you also have him to thank for the mess of pc parts scattered all over the floor. yujun wanted it to be a cute couple activity so he asked if you could build your pc together. you agreed, trusting that he knows how all this stuff works.

well, he never actually said he knows how… so he sheepishly smiles at you and rubs his neck shyly. he should be thankful he’s cute or you would’ve tackled him already. oh, and it absolutely did not help that yujun is probably the clumsiest person you know.

when you finally feel like building the pc is in smooth sailing, some random part you need would go missing. just to find out that yujun accidentally sat on it. it was far more stressful than it should be, but yujun was trying his best to cheer you up and remind you of all the games you could play with him once you guys get the thing done.

finally you get the thing built in a day, almost thinking you’re never gonna finish it with him around.

the first time you played fps games with him was such an experience. he lives for the way you panic sometimes that you just freeze on your position and ask him for help, yujun standing behind you as he comes closer and moves your mouse and keyboard by himself. you feel like you’re probably ruining his gaming sessions because everytime you come along, he loses more than he wins matches.

but he doesn’t care about victories in his games rn!! what he really enjoys is the time he’d spent with you, and he tells you he loves gaming more than ever because you’re playing with him!

sometimes the other members would tag along too when you guys play

oh, after school gaming sessions at pc cafes are becoming a frequent thing in your relationship!

and it’s also really really cute to witness yujun being all giggly and excited when starting a game, but then halfway through he’d get serious, brows knitted together and all. such an intense expression on his face, but would startle you sometimes when he cheers after getting a kill or whatever

if you're into chill games, he'd also have fun playing it with you! whether it be stardew valley, animal crossing, or minecraft.

accidentally lets a creeper into your minecraft base

he'd offer to rebuild your base for you but you stop him when you see the huge gap between the taste you have for your minecraft builds. you guys just have contrasting aesthetics when you build your minecraft base.

like you'd be making a cute house on the side while yujun builds his own with diamond blocks.

anyway!! i’d give gamer bf yujun a 10 outta 10, the cutest :(

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter nine: Hazel eyes (9/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n is stressed but Douxie is there.

Word count: 1992

Warnings:

(Season 1 Episodes 16, 17)

Song?: Sweet nothing by Taylor Swift

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Y/n lifted the hem of her blue dress and got into the creek. The water was crystalline, she could see little tadpoles swimming along her feet. The soft moss caressed her ankle making her giggle. She walked along the creek feeling the current break at her ankle.

“Don’t go far” a voice warned her.

“Don’t worry” she smiled and kept walking.

A sparkle between her feet made her stop. She lowered herself and saw something dark under the gray pebbles. With her toes, she moved the stones revealing a flat black stone with a hole in it. With her left hand she held onto her skirt and with the right she lifted the rock, it was black but when the sunlight hit, Y/n swore she could see the rainbow.

She smiled and started running back.

“Hey, look what I’ve found!” She got out of the creek. Her boots were still there marking the place where she entered the creek “Did you leave?”

Y/n was getting worried. No one wasn’t answering her call. They weren’t supposed to be that far into the forest.

“This is not funny” she screamed to the trees.

She walked and walked. The forest was getting thicker, darker.

“Hey…” her scream was interrupted by the sound of twigs breaking.

Y/n took a deep breath and started to retrace her steps but the creek seemed so far away. She ran, desperate to get to the sunlight. She turned around to make sure nothing was following her, suddenly hitting something. Someone.

“Love, are you ok?” A man grabbed her by her shoulder, helping her to avoid falling down.

Y/n looked up at him. Looked at those hazel eyes she always found herself running to. Those eyes that now were full of worry.

“Now I am” Y/n whispered and hugged him before he could disappear again.

“Sleeping with a hand on the register. What a pro” Randy’s voice brought Y/n back to Arcadia.

“What?” For a moment, she forgot where she was but the light of the computer quickly reminded her.

It took her a couple of seconds to adjust back to the light of the store. Her left hand had the markings of the register keyboard while her right held the stone.

“I’m sorry” she fixed her hair that had fallen forward “It won’t happen again”

Randy lifted his view from the paper he had on his hand and turned to Y/n “Are you ok?”

“Yes of course” she fixed the pens and forgotten tickets that were disturbed during her sleep.

“Not you’re not” Randy furrowed his brow and sat down on the stool next to the counter.

She looked back at Randy, his only friend besides Douxie and her sixteen year brother’s best friend. She wishes she could tell him everything that happened the last couple months: the dreams, trolls, the amount of times her brother almost died, the magic she may have, the sadness that filled her house and that he would understand but it was just a wish. If she said something Randy would think she was lying or worse, that she was insane.

At that moment she felt alone. She wanted someone to lean on and there he was, asking her what was wrong because he cared but she couldn’t say anything and that made her feel even more alone.

“Listen, you don’t have to say anything but know that I’m here” Randy gave her half a smile.

The dam broke. Tears started to fall and she couldn’t stop them. All the stress that had been keeping inside her ribcage was escaping through her eyes.

“It’s okay” Randy hug her making the crying worse and for the first time he thanked that the store was empty “It’s okay”

They stayed like that for a while. When Randy felt her breathing calm down he, slowly, undid the embrace.

“Better?” He held her by the shoulders.

She nodded “I’m going to wash my face” Y/n cleaned her tears with the sleeves of her cardigan and disappeared into the small bathroom in the back.

She splashed her face with cold water twice to make sure her face won’t get more swollen than it already was. She looked herself in the mirror and now she understood why Randy caught up to her so quickly. Her under eyes weren’t just dark, they had started to sunken.

The last couple of nights had been rough but she thought she was carrying it well but the mirror didn’t lie. She hadn’t. She splashed her face one more time and exited the bathroom trying to pretend that she hadn't been crying on her boss’s shoulders but it wouldn’t be easy.

When she exited the bathroom Y/n saw that Randy had taken her place at the register and he was talking to Douxie.

Y/n took a deep breath and went to the counter.

“Hi, Douxie” she smiled.

“Hello, Y/n. How’ve you been?” He smiled back.

“Oh, you know, living the dream”

He laughed. Listening to Douxie laugh made her feel better.

‘What a strange power he has’ She thought.

“Randy told me your shift just ended. Would you like to hang out before my shift starts?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at Randy.

‘Did you tell him?’ She tried to convey with her eyes.

Randy lifted his shoulders.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun” she went to the other side of the counter and grabbed her bag.

“Bye, Randy and thank you” she smiled.

“Have fun, kids”

Douxie and Y/n chuckled.

But before they could exit the store Randy called back for Y/n.

“Wait, Y/n, your…stone…thing?” The long haired man lifted Y/n’s stone.

“Oh! Yes! Thanks” she ran back to the counter to grab the stone that started to travel with her everywhere after her conversation with Al and put it back in her cardigan’s pocket.

Douxie and Y/n walked to the bookstore in silence. She wasn’t sure if it was awkward for him, her outburst had left her numb.

A little bell announced the opening of the door that was echoed by meow.

“Hello, Archie” said Y/n.

The black cat ran downstairs to greet their guest, stopping at Y/n feet. The girl lifted the cat and held him close to her chest.

“It’s nice to see you” she scratched between his ears earning a purr in response.

“He seems happy to see you” Douxie leaned himself on the stairs “He never comes to greet me”

“Don’t be jealous. I’m sure he likes you too” Y/n smiled. She knew Douxie was probably lying to make her feel better. Him and Archie seemed to have a close relationship, like Al and her’s.

“I actually went to the store to talk to you” Douxie said.

“Oh?” Y/n’s heart tightened. They had barely talked since their date. Y/n was too consumed by the chaos that seemed to be reigning her life that she accidentally ignored Douxie.

Her head started to invent all kinds of scenarios all ending with her and Douxie not speaking ever again. She doesn’t want that.

“It’s…Well…about the other day" he scratched his head “I had fun and I want to believe that you did too but… How do I say this?“

Y/n felt her cheeks warming, the embarrassment of Douxie rejecting her was heavy on her stomach.

“It’s totally okay if you didn’t” Douxie straightened himself.

“What?”

“We can keep being friends or just acquaintances that talk when they see each other on the street. I mean I would like to keep being friends but…” Douxie’s nervous ranting was interrupted by Y/n’s chuckle.

“I’m sorry” she put Archie back on the floor. Her hands holding her mouth like she could keep the laugh inside “Doux no”

The laughing had stopped. She saw Douxie’s shoulders fall and a glint of hurt on his eyes. She wishes she could go back to that night, to the porch of her house and kiss Douxie. She wishes she hadn't stopped herself all this time from getting close to him.

Douxie, the man that had lived on her mind ever since she saw him that weekend, the autumn wind making his black hair dance. The man that had received an elbow to the ribs the first time they met. The man turned boy when he realized Y/n wasn’t who he thought she was and left Y/n with feelings she thought she wasn’t able to feel.

“Of course I had fun” she took a step closer to him “I quite enjoy spending time with you. It’s…just.. that”

“If you are dating someone else I understand, really” He smiled.

“No, I’m not dating anyone”

“Nuclear” He whispered “I just thought that, maybe, Randy and…”

“No, please stop. Don’t need that picture in my head” she closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest.

Douxie sighed.

“I like you, Doux. I really do but lately I’ve been a mess. I have so many issues with my family and…life and I can’t allow you to get sucked in this chaos” Y/n looked down, trying to get her thoughts in order.

Douxie grabbed her hand making Y/n look up. His hazel eyes seemed filled with something that Y/n can’t quite describe but made her wish that he would always look at her like that.

“I don’t mind chaos. I want to get to know you and if it’s messy…I don’t care. This may sound weird but ever since you hit me in the stomach all I wanted was to get to know you” he moved a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Doesn’t sound weird at all” she smiled.

They stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other holding hands.

Y/n’s phone started ringing.

“Sorry” She took it out of her pocket and her stone fell with it, Douxie was able to catch it before it touched the floor. It was her mom. Y/n couldn’t not pick up, she didn’t want to stress her mother anymore.

“Camping? No, he didn’t tell me anything” Y/n moved a little more away from Douxie as she sensed her mother was about to cry. “Listen mom, don’t worry. Jim is a smart kid and if he gets in trouble he’ll call us” Y/n sighed. She hated lying to her mom “It’s going to be okay. I’ll call Jim and Toby to see if they tell me something else”

Y/n told her mother that she loved her and hung up. She sighed and called her brother. The trollhunters were going on a quest, as Toby kept calling it. They were going to look for the Triumbric Stones. Y/n just prayed to whoever was listening to protect her friends.

“Everything ok?” Douxie asked after he observed Y/n was looking at her phone but not doing nothing.

“Yeah, it’s just…teenagers” she laughed putting her phone back in her pocket “Jim is driving my mom mad, well, he’s driving me mad and making my mom sad” Y/n pinched her nose feeling the stress bubbling in her stomach.

“Don’t worry. He’s with his friends, they are probably hanging out in each other’s houses” Douxie put an arm around her.

“Thank you” Y/n hid her face in Douxie’s chest.

After a moment, Douxie broke the hug

“This fell from your pocket” he gave her her pebble.

“Thank you. I didn’t realize” She grabbed the stone and looked up at him. Looked at the constellation of freckles adorning his cheeks, his hazel eyes.

The bookstore door opened making them separate.

Y/n sat on the counter with Archie and watched Douxie work.

“He has such beautiful eyes” She said to herself.

She felt Archie watching her and turned to him.

“Please don’t tell him what I said” Y/n felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

A/n: hiii!! Hope you’re doing well!! I have the flu for the SECOND TIME this year 💔 I also been dealing with the jjk nonsense gege its on fucking sight.

Also next update I’ll be sharing the playlist with all the songs to all the chapters written so far 💖