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[volturiprincess]

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[marauder-misprint]

Hello!! I’m your new follower and honestly your fics are so good 🥺 I love the “these damn stairs” one and I wonder if u could write part 2 because shy reader and gentle super friendly Remus trope is the best heh.

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Here is part 2 to 'These damn stairs' and there will be a part 3 because I can't just let it end here :) Might be a few days before I'm able to post part 3 because I got some really good requests in my inbox that I want to get to! (part 3 is here)

'It's a date'

Remus Lupin x reader

2.2k words

cw: fluff

Talking to Remus still felt like you had the eyes of the school on you. This meant that it was Remus who talked first. You would give him a small smile or a wave when you passed him on your way to a different class, but it was always him who came up to your desk before or after a class you had together. It was him who still came to sit with you at lunch; your friends warmed up to him quickly and proceeded to tease you about him when he was gone. 

You continued to study with him too. He’d wait for you outside the library before walking with you back to the small table from that first study session. With every passing day, you slowly began to be more comfortable in his presence. You were able to hold a conversation with him. It was a slow growing friendship, but it was growing. 

“You’re sure you don’t mind studying with just me?” you had asked once, worrying that he missed all of the attention that he used to get in the library because he was smart and nice. 

He just smiled at you, leaning toward you to say, “I really don’t mind. I’d rather work with you over anyone else.” 

That left you blushing for the rest of your time in the library that evening. Remus always knew what to say to get that blush to reappear. More often than not, you would leave your encounters with Remus with a pink face and racing heart. 

You were thrown off when you showed up to study with Remus on Saturday and he wasn’t waiting for you outside the library. You considered waiting for him to show up but decided to check inside just in case. You found him sitting at a larger table with his friends. There were open chairs on either side of him with the other three boys on the opposite side of the table. The sight sent your mind spinning as you tried to remember the conversation when you discussed studying today. You didn’t recall him mentioning the rest of the Marauders would be there. Plans must’ve changed. 

You headed toward a different table, your usual before you started sitting with Remus. You didn’t want to interrupt their “Marauders Study Session.” 

However, as soon as he saw you, Remus called you over.

“You know James, Peter, Sirius, yeah? Hope you don’t mind they came today. I’m afraid they need the extra push to get stuff done.”

You do mind but god forbid you say something and make a scene. So you nodded and sat down next to Remus. You attempted to keep your things more consolidated than you usually do. You didn’t want to encroach on Peter’s or Sirius’ space. It took you longer to fall into your studying groove with the entirety of the Marauders at the same table as you; you’re positive that anyone and everyone passing by is confused by it. You felt like an outsider intruding on something sacred. It didn’t help that every time you looked up, you swore at least one of them was looking at you or Remus. You’re a bit uncomfortable. It’s not like you’ve ever really talked to any of them. 

“So, erm, how long has this been a thing?” Peter asked after you caught your eye from across the table. 

A thing? What on earth did that boy mean?

“Excuse me?” 

“We’ve been studying together for a little over two weeks,” Remus said, shooting you a quick smile.

Oh That’s all.

Remus’ answer made the question make more sense. You supposed it was a thing that Remus was studying with one person rather than a herd of girls and essentially playing teacher. You berated yourself for thinking that Peter had meant something more. 

“Right, studying,” Sirius said with a smirk. 

Nope. What?

You pursed your lips together and train your eyes on your assignment. That is what you had been doing with Remus. That’s all you’ve been doing.

“Shut it, Padfoot,” Remus warned. 

He glared at his friends. He had warned them ahead of time to be nice to you, to try not to scare you off. He knows you are shy and more reserved. He didn’t want to cancel studying with you so that his nimrod friends didn’t fall behind on their own assignments. But now, he was beginning to regret inviting them. 

Remus reached for a small scrap of parchment and scribbled on it, “Don’t worry about them” before sliding it into your view. You took notice of it and nodded. He lowered his head to get into your view as well. He raised his eyebrows as if asking that you’re okay. You drew a simple smiley face on the parchment. He nodded and returned to his own assignment. With both of your heads bowed in focus, you missed the shared look between the other three boys. You were able to get some work done. The lingering feeling of eyes on you was impossible to shake. You tried to think of a reason why they would be so interested in you, but you kept coming up short. Well, not completely. You had ideas, but each seemed more ridiculous than the last and one was just downright hopeful. 

“Is it true you started talking because you got your foot stuck in that damn step?” James asked as he closed a book he was using for his Herbology assignment.

“Prongs!” Remus hissed as your face turned beet red. 

“Uh, I guess?” you said meekly. 

You tried not to think about that embarrassing day, even if it did lead to your first real interaction with Remus. It wasn’t a moment you wanted to relive. 

“Must’ve been some fall though,” James continued, despite the glared daggers from Remus. “Certainly got our boy’s attention.”

Remus’ face was beginning to turn red as well at this point. He really, really wanted James to stop talking; it was at the point where he was debating Silencio. 

“Oh? What… what do you mean?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Sirius snorted a laugh. “Sweetheart, you should hear how much he talks about you.” 

Your eyes went wide. You weren’t sure what you had expected but it wasn’t that. It took a second for the words to fully sink in. Remus talked… about you? Often? With enough frequency that his friends made note of it? Is that why it felt like they kept staring at you? They were just trying to figure out what Remus found so intriguing about you? 

You turned to see Remus holding his head in his hands. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Remus?” 

A horrible thought crossed your mind: What if this was all just a prank on you and Remus was collateral? What if he didn’t actually talk about you and now he’d have to admit that? 

He ran his hands through his hair before looking at you. His face was bright red, highlighting each scar that ran across his nose and cheeks brilliantly. 

“Can we talk privately? Before I murder these gits?” he asked you in a low voice with pleading eyes. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” you breathed, standing up and waiting to follow Remus through the shelves.

He led you further than you would’ve expected from the table. You assumed that he really didn’t want the boys overhearing whatever you were going to talk about. With each step, you felt your heart rate increase. Maybe he thought you were going to cry at what he was going to say and didn’t want to do that near them. 

“I think we’re far enough. No hearing extension charm they’re capable of reaches this far,” he said, leaning back against the wall with some kind of effortless allure. 

“Are you okay?” you asked. 

You stood a few steps away from him. If something was going to go down, you wanted to have some space between you. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’m fine,” he said as he watched you with cautious eyes. “Usually their teasing doesn’t get to me this bad.” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

“Are they teasing you about being friends with me?” you asked, your chest filling with dread. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself to brace for the worst. Remus was popular. He was so well-liked. He was so good with people. And you liked to stay out of the spotlight. Some people thought you were a little standoffish, but so be it. You could see where his friends were coming from. 

Suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders. And you looked up to see Remus’ warm eyes. 

“They are teasing me about being just friends with you,” he said softly. 

You rolled your lips against each other. What did he mean by that? Just friends? 

“Because I do talk about you a lot. I practically only study with you. I go out of my way to cross paths with you so I can see your smile. I hope this doesn’t sound creepy, but I stare at you from across the Great Hall when I don’t sit next to you.” He paused for a moment to see if you had any reaction yet. “And this is going to sound mean, but I’m so glad you fell on those stairs. It brought you into my life.” He waited again. “Please say something, love.” 

“Okay,” you said as your cheeks tinged pink. “So they aren’t making fun of me? This isn’t some kind of prank?” 

“No. It’s not a prank. The only one being made fun of is me because I wanted to wait longer.”

“Wait longer for what?” 

“Listen. I meant it when I said you are pretty. I meant it when I said I don’t want to study with anyone else. I mean it when I say I can’t get you out of my head. I just wanted to wait longer to be sure… sure that you’d say yes. Sure that you like me.” 

You tilted your head.

“Of course I like you, Remus.”

“But as more than friends? Would you be willing to go on a date with me?”

Your breath hitched. Had Remus just said a bunch of sweet things about you? Yes, and it made your face feel hot. But it was the question that really sealed the deal. He wanted to be sure that you’d say yes. 

“I’d really like that.” You broke into a wide smile. “You thought I wouldn’t say yes?” 

Remus let out the breath he was holding and mirrored your smile. He pulled you into a tight hug before answering. 

“I’ve wanted to ask you out since the first time we studied together. I didn’t want to move too fast. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to jump you or something.” 

You laughed into his chest and he slowly let you go. 

“So all of that back there, that was them being tired of listening to you pine?” you asked.

“Seems like it. I told them to be nice to you, but I guess I didn’t tell them to be nice to me.”

“I mean, I’d say it was pretty nice of them to get you a date,” you said teasingly.

“I’m still the one who asked!” he tried to defend himself.

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, but would you have asked if they weren’t here?”

“Not today, no. Maybe in another week or so. I told you, I was waiting to be sure.”

“For a smart bloke, you really should’ve known that if you asked me out on the stairs, I would’ve said yes.”

“Wait, what?” He looked down at you in surprise. 

“Merlin, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. It’s part of what made falling into the stair so mortifying.”

“Those damn stairs, right?” he chuckled as you started walking back to the table. Then he cleared his throat. “So, Hogsmeade next weekend?”

“It’s a date.” 

The three boys were working when you returned. When they looked up, they had matching looks of anticipation on their faces. Neither of you said anything as you sat down and started to work. Without speaking, you seemed to agree that you weren’t going to say anything unless they asked. 

“So?” Peter asked. “Did Remus grow a pair?” 

“Always had a pair, Peter,” Remus said dryly. 

“Moony,” he whined before turning his attention to you. “Did he… you know?”

“Well, she might not know. Because if he didn’t, how would she know?” Sirius said. 

You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. 

“What if he did and she said no? That’d be something,” James mused. “Although I don’t think they’d be so��� content? Peaceful? Somber? Pleased-looking?”

“But wouldn’t they both look much happier if he asked and she said yes?” Peter asked.

“Oi! We are right here,” Remus interjected. “I asked. She said yes. You are to stay away from us in Hogsmeade. Now, work. I want to see finished essays.”

“Our boy became a man!” Sirius said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “We’re so proud of you.”

“Padfoot. Essay. Now,” Remus commanded before shooting you a wide grin. 

You could tell that he was pretty proud of himself too. 

tags: @allformoony, @oursweetmoony, @moonyswifee

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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03: Close My Eyes

The clinks of glass and ceramic plates make my heart patter faster as I set the table. He’s coming here—he’ll be here any minute. 

I had to go to Manon for ideas on how to ‘try harder.’ It wasn’t simple to come up with something for whatever reason—every idea had some sort of flaw. Even this one. 

Hayden wasn’t easy to please. The man got himself everything, there was nothing that I could get him. I had to do something that just took effort of a skill I wasn’t entirely confident in—cooking. 

It was a simple dish. Pasta and garlic bread, something I knew he would like. The preparation was easy, but for some reason—it felt really emotional. I was swallowing thick clumps of anxiety while blinking up and the ceiling as I cooked the pasta. 

What was wrong?

I wanted to be excited for his reaction. I really fucking wanted to feel any sort of confidence, but all I felt was a puddle of nerves that made me feel a little sick. It started after I got his text, the one of him replying to mine, asking him to come over. He was already upset. Hayden didn’t like being in my apartment, that’s why we usually stuck to his place. 

But, this was a surprise. He was gonna come over and any lingering frustration from breaking our normal routine would be diminished when he saw me trying…right? 

Overthinking. I couldn’t stop overthinking. My outfit didn’t even seem good. I had changed a countless amount of times, but nothing seemed quite right. He wasn’t coming over dressed up. There was a high chance he was coming over in jeans and a T-shirt. The amount of clothes I had shoved into my laundry basket was ungodly. 

My heart stops as I hear the knocks on the door. 

Part of me wants to convince myself the nervous sweat starting to heat up the back of my neck is excitement, but I know it’s not. It’s fear. 

Swinging open the door for him, I watch as his furrowed brows cock upward in surprise analyzing my appearance. 

He’s happy. Something about his lightened expression makes me feel relief and regret at the same time.

Why did I wear this?

It was a skirt. Something I had to literally dig for in my wardrobe. I hated it. It was too short, too…too much. The soft red fabric felt like an article of clothing I would have to wear for modeling gigs—the type of shoots that made the mirror look like a threat. 

“Wow, babe…” 

Babe. Ugh. 

But, this is what I wanted. He’s content—this is progress. This can be something that makes me feel good if I just let it. I can’t have unconditional love if I don’t work for it. It’s a two-way street. He’s trying, I’m trying. 

This is something.

“Do you, um…wanna come in? I,” I open the door wider, letting him in and gesturing towards the small dining table that is somewhat hidden behind the countertops of my quaint kitchen set-up. Apartment living. “--I made us dinner. Pasta and garlic bread.” 

His shoes tap on my wooden floors like nails scratching on a chalkboard. Germs. But, his happy smile deters me from the annoyance as he waves his hands with disbelief, letting them land softly on my shoulders. 

“This is really sweet, thank you, I—c’mere,” he husks, pulling me into his chest as his hands swarm around my hips. 

Shouldn’t this feel…good? 

I let my hand pat on his back. The feeling of his hands squeezing into my sides makes my face crinkle. 

This will be worth it.

Please let this be worth it. 

__________

Hayden seemed more than pleased. The effort really seemed to pay off—to him. 

Even his chewing pissed me off. 

He had his phone on the table, placing it face down after checking it occasionally. His ‘buddies’ were all goofing around in the groupchat. I tried to listen to him explain the inside joke. It just wasn’t funny when he kept squeaking his shoes on the floor and leaving the information drifting off in the air as he kept getting distracted by his phone. 

I tried to eat. The food I had been working to make for a little under an hour didn’t even seem appealing. Not when I felt so uncertain and sick. 

His plate was empty besides some residue and crumbs. I piled mine onto his before taking the dishes over to my kitchen and placing them in the sink. He didn’t even offer to help. Or get off his fucking phone. 

After taking a deep breath, I turn around to find him sitting on my couch, sitting in the middle of the small piece of furniture with his legs spread lazily. He rests his phone on the coffee table. I pace over to him, expecting any sort of movement from his end to make room for me to sit. 

He doesn’t. 

“C’mere, just sit,” he directs, patting his lap while giving me a grin. 

Sighing, I try to let my anger fade. Why am I so frustrated? Why did this feel so belittling? I didn’t want to sit in his lap. But, I had only been so pent up about stupid things—things I could’ve voiced. Maybe if I had asked him to slip off his shoes, he would’ve. 

“I…could you just—take off your shoes? Sorry, I just don’t wanna—” 

I’m immediately cut off as he slips off his shoes, pulling me into his lap abruptly. My neck twists to the side as he nuzzles his nose against me, his breath making a laugh slip through my lips with an awkward discomfort. 

“Hmmmm,” he sighs, “-you look so sexy in this, babe. Did you wear it for me?” he asks. His hands plush against the tops of my thighs, sliding up and the skirt starts to bunch. Panic shrivels through my system as I clutch the fabric to sit straight. 

“Um, I,” my words hitch in my throat as I feel him place rough, hungry kisses on my neck. His hands push mine to the side, nearly pulling my skirt to bunch at my hips before I forcefully pull it back down. “-Hayden, I don’t wanna have sex tonight.” 

The statement seems to make him scoff against, his hands wandering to grip my waist before he lets himself cup my breast. “Ugh—are you sure? I mean, c’mon…” he gruffs. 

Gritting my teeth, I take his wrist and throw his hand back onto the couch, standing up and pulling down my skirt. “You can’t just do that. That—that’s—” My nose scrunches with frustration as I run blank with words. 

“That, what? Makes you feel unimportant?” he spits, echoing the same words that I had said to him when promising to try harder. 

Fuck.

I don’t know if it’s the anger of just the piles of emotions, but the warmth clouds my vision with tears as I bite into my cheek. 

“How does it make you feel? I just—fuck. I wanted to feel good. With you. That’s what couples do. Why the fuck—” he clenches his jaw before taking a deep breath, lowering his tone. “-why the fuck do you not want anything to do with me? I get that you tried—you made dinner. But…I just wanted to be a normal couple for once. You…you don’t even let me kiss you in public and now…” 

“I don’t like PDA. It—it makes me uncomfortable,” I say, whispering quietly as my chest gets heavier and heavier by the second. 

“You won’t even let me kiss you in private right now,” he points out. 

Because I know it won’t just be kissing. 

It’s what I wanna say. But the rage is fading into confusion and sadness as he looks at me pointedly. 

Hayden sighs deeply, resting his elbows on his knees before extending his hands out. Hesitantly, I place my hands in his. “Hey,” he starts, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles while staring up at me. “-I just wanna appreciate you. We don’t have to tonight, I guess. I…I know you’re trying and we’re getting there, okay?” 

He’s trying, I’m trying.

But how am I not trying hard enough? 

Why did I have to just…snap?

If I had said it nicer, maybe it wouldn’t be like this. Maybe we wouldn’t have to feel like this. 

Maybe I’m not trying enough. 

“Come sit on my lap. We…we don’t have to do anything. Let’s just…I don’t know—we could watch a movie?” 

I nod, sitting back into his lap as he wraps an arm around my waist, leaning forward and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. As he pulls the object back, it flips his phone upwards. The bright screen catches my attention, my curiosity keeping my eyes trained on the small notifications that are unreadable from the distance. 

“Are you serious?” he huffs, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop—” I start, getting cut off by his brutally rushed voice. 

“If either of us were cheating, it would be you with the guys you hangout with all the time. You’re…fuck, just—let’s try to have a good night. You make shit so difficult sometimes.” 

I feel the uncomfortable edge of his phone prod into my thigh as I try to shift around. Hayden hisses through his teeth, a painful grip from his hands grasping into my hips. 

“Could you not? If—fuck,” he groans, making my body freeze to a stop, despite the prodding discomfort. “--are you sure, babe? We—”

“I…I don’t—” 

“It’s fine.” he cuts off. 

It’s not fine. His voice and his grasping hands staying latched onto me tell me it’s anything but fine. He’s frustrated. Just as much as me—if not more. 

My heart sinks into my near empty stomach as I sit tensely in his grip. A movie starts playing—a random one I’ve never seen before. I can tell by his laugh from the first line that this is one of the movies he likes. And I didn’t even know what it was. 

All I knew was I felt like shit. 

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I had been spam texting Manon like crazy. Hayden had left around an hour ago in an awkward silence, but fuck—that tension still lingered and I could feel my nails gripping into my own arms for some desperation to be grounded. 

She was busy. She had to go to bed since she had a ridiculously early shoot tomorrow. Her ‘goodnight’ text made my heart sink. 

And then there was another knocking on the door. 

Did he already come back? 

Taking soft steps to make as little noise as possible, I glance through the peephole and nearly drop to the floor. Matt’s face is impossibly close to the little tunnel. A breathless laugh pushes through my lips as I open the door, coming face-to-face with him.

“Matt? Jesus—you scared me!” I exclaim. 

“Sorry, I—I would’ve texted, but I was just, um…” his eyes shift to look behind. I swing the door open further, nodding my head inside as he walks in. “---Nick and Chris are at some party, but I got bored so I…came here, I guess?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

Tilting my head at his uncertain tone, I shut the door. Matt places a plastic bag on the counter, bending slightly to slip his shoes off and place them on the rack next to my sneakers. 

“What’s in the bag?” I ask. 

“Oh! Look, c’mere-” I follow behind Matt as he opens the crinkled bag. As he opens it, he pulls out a bag of chocolates—the chocolates I loved, but could never get. They were seasonal. Specifically–Valentine’s Day. I had only ever told him about them since we had only met in the summer and it’s only been a couple of months. 

“Matt! How did you find these!” I exclaim. He tears open the bag with a smile, grabbing a handful and hovering his hand in the air. I open my palm, a jittering flutter of nostalgia flowing through my body as the familiar pink Hershey Kiss wrappers land in my hold. 

“Apparently you can buy them online and I did a little bit ago just in case you were havin’ a bad day, ya know? I, also—” he reaches back in the bag, pulling out wax candy bottles, something he’s told me about from his own childhood. Matt was shocked when I said I’d never tried them before. He was determined to have me try one at some point.

I guess today was the day. 

A pout of overwhelming emotions clouds on my face. I set the chocolates down on the counter before wrapping my arms around his neck. Matt is stiff for a second. He melts into me completely, his arms hesitantly wrapping around my waist and his nose digging into my hair. 

“Thank you, I…I was having a shit day, to be honest.” 

He remembers—somehow he just knows. 

“I…of course, can we just, um—maybe let’s just sit on your couch and talk? Eat some junk?” he offers. A smile covers my face as I quickly nod against his chest. I go to pull away, letting out a light gasp as he tugs me in closer to his chest. 

It’s so warm.

I should question the extended hug. I should awkwardly laugh and pull away. But—I can’t help but melt into him completely, a sad look of reality crossing over my face as I reminisce on the heavy feeling in my chest. 

“Are you okay? Like—really?” he whispers. 

There’s a certain spotlight that makes everything seem more real. And it makes my eyes burn with warm tears as I choke on a dry laugh. 

“I mean—”

I try to play it off. The lighthearted choke is cut off as I feel him hug me tighter into his chest, making my voice crack as something just shatters in me. 

“No,” I let out shakily. “-not really, I…” I grow silent with trembling lips. 

“Hey, hey, hey, you don’t have to say anything, okay? I—we’re….we’re friends, I’m here for you. Let’s just relax for a bit, yeah?” he voices. 

The pressure from overwhelming emotions is relieved by his words. I don’t have to talk, I don’t have to do anything but relax.

Finally. 

[elliezlils11utt]

could u do pool night smut w sevika ?? maybe quickie in the hot tub or something 🤭🤭 love your writing baby!!!!

summary: the ask ☝🏽

parings: bratty!reader x soft dom!sevika

A/n: I got so excited when I saw ur user pop up in my inbox baby oh my gee !! I feel honored to get a request from u my love !!I hope this does justice !!

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it had been a long night. Sevika invited a couple people over for a party. of course you were having fun, but all you really wanted was sevika to yourself. all these people in your shared home? nuh uh ! you had been so clingy all day! whenever she would get into the pool you were right next to her. she got into the hot tub? you were sitting on her lap two seconds later. liquor run? your coming with! ugh it was so annoying waiting for sevika to see how needy you were !! you had worn your cheekiest little swim suit. desperately trying to get her to look at your curves. she jst can’t take a hint can she? it was starting to get late and everyone was leaving. you had just saw out your last guest. giving them a friendly smile as you shut the door on them. finally you can be alone with your girl ! before you walk out you check yourself in the mirror, pulling your bottoms up higher on your waist and pulling the top of your bikini so that your girls were out.

as you walk out into your backyard you see sevika in the hot tub. a blunt placed between her lips. she looks up at you with hooded eyes. ‘hey pretty girl’ her arms lay on either side of the jacuzzi where the water meets the wall. she motions for you to hop in and you do so without hesitation. your feet touch the water, slipping into the heat of the pool. ‘come’r ’ she says through her teeth. you wrap your legs around her, setting your thighs on either side of her body. sevika places the weed between your lips. You take a drag and cough it out. ‘easy, easy princess’ you roll your eyes and take another drag. a deep one. you feel the burn in your lungs, feeling it travel through your body. you blow the remaining smoke from your lips. ‘good girl’ you grin. ‘saw how needy you were today’

‘and why didn’t you do anything about it?’ you pout.

‘what did you want me to do baby? fuck you in front of all those people?’

‘sorta’ you mumble. she chuckles, taking the blunt from your fingers and inhaling the weed.

‘look, im sorry baby. but we’re alone now. whatcu say baby? you wanna be good for me..?’ she places a soft kiss on your lips. her hands wrap around your waist, pulling you farther up her thighs. you feel her strap buldge in her swim shorts. you nod eagerly, catching your lip between your teeth.

‘please sev.’ a smirk tugs at her lips.

her hands slide up your waist and she flips you over. your elbows propping you up on the edge of the hot tub. she stands behind you, Her hands on your hips. you feel her strap tease at the entrance of your pussy.

‘stop teasing! I need you.’

‘I know, I know baby. im sorry.’ a kiss is placed on your shoulder. ‘lemme have my fun with u, yah?’ her strap eases into you. her eyes watch at your connecting point. watching you take her so easy. so pretty for her. she groans claiming ‘she can feel your tight pussy clenching on her’.

you push back onto sev as she pulls in and out of you. the water between the two of you splashing as she thirsts into you.

‘been waiting all day for me huh?’ the blunt the two of you were once smoking was long gone by now. sevikas only focus being you and your gorgeous body. you push back onto her roughly. chasing the release you had been waiting so long for.

‘more, please sev!’ you whine. and at your command her fingers are rubbing tight circling around your sensitive bud as you back urself onto her.

‘how’s that feel princess?’

‘so close! please sev!’

‘you can let go baby, go on and make a mess on my cock for me.’ your eyes shut instinctively. mumbling small prayers of her name as she fuck you so good. white cream fades into the water of the hot tub.

‘fuck fuck fuck sevika ! eagh- oh god~.’

‘oh ur so pretty when u cum.’

her hands are tangled in your hair pulling you to the side to see your face as you cum all over her.

A/n: i don’t know how to end any of my fics. I apologize. I absolutely hate writing after care it’s so boring 😭‼️ also mootie who requested this I want to be ur best friend. 🤗

[dinoandguitar]

Hi! Can I request reader x Junhui act of service husband and dad. Just the standard everyone wish they have in life.

"The Kind of Love That Feels Like Home"

Husband!WenJunhui x Reader

Genre : Pure Fluff!

A/N : Okay so I kind of wrote this as a drabble..? Idek.. Oh and I also wrote it in two parts. You can read the Dad!WenJunhui ver. ◀️ Here :) Hope you like it. Thank you so much for the support. My requests are open ❤️

Masterlist

There was a kind of sixth sense Jun had when it came to you. Sometimes, you didn’t even have to say a word, and he would still be able to read you like an open book.

This applied even when he was on the other side of the world. Time zones and packed schedules didn’t matter to Jun when it came to you. If he had five minutes between rehearsals, he was using them to check in. Maybe a photo of his dinner, a video of him waving dramatically at the camera, or a voice note that simply said, “Drink water. And send me a selfie so I know you’re okay.”

But when he was finally home, it was like every piece of him was present. There wasn’t a single second where he wasn’t trying to give you the comfort the world sometimes stole away in his absence.

One glance, thats only what it takes . He could tell you’d had a day, even if you tried to hide it behind a smile.

He’d wordlessly slip into the kitchen, humming under his breath, barefoot and familiar. Soon, he’d be back with your favorite snacks on a tray, arranged into a cute bowl he bought while he was touring ‘cause "it reminded him of you", a bunny-fold napkin (thanks to a video he watched during some free time), and probably a handwritten note with some puns, tucked under the cup just to make you laugh.

“Presentation is important,” he’d say with a wink, like nothing about this was out of the ordinary.

And if your eyes were red, or your shoulders a little slumped, Jun wouldn’t pressure you. He’d quietly pull a pair of socks over his hands and make them talk in exaggerated tones.

“Excuse me, ma'am, but these snacks seem suspiciously delicious.”

The laugh would bubble up before you could stop it, and that’s when he’d move closer, arms around you in that “Jun kind of hug”- the one that made the world feel quieter, lighter.

“I hate when you hurt,” he’d whisper into your hair. “But I love being the one who gets to help you heal.”

Even when his schedule was packed, Jun made time for things that mattered. If your mind got loud, he’d take your hand and say, “Shoes. Let’s go.” Whether it was a midnight walk before he flew out again or five minutes in the garden before he left for practice, he made it count. He always made it count.

He couldn’t always be home - you both knew that. But Jun never made you feel like second place.

Video calls where he cooked breakfast with you, even if it was 2AM where he was. Texts scheduled to arrive when he knew you’d need a little boost. Surprise flower deliveries with silly notes. And when he was home- you never had to question where his heart was.

With Jun, being loved meant being seen. He saw you for who you were- tired, messy, sad, joyful, silly..and being loved through all of it, no matter what he was doing or where he was.

And every night, whether curled up in your shared bed or whispering from his phone across the ocean, he’d always make sure he made you smile.

Because to Jun, love wasn’t just a feeling- it was an everyday action. A steady rhythm. A soft promise.

One laugh, one snack, one bunny-shaped napkin at a time.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

A/N : I will upload the Dad!Jun version soon. Hope you guys liked this one. Feel free to send in you requests/questions. My inbox is always open 🩷

[circeyoru]

I have an idea for you, if you accept... Imagine the reader being the owner of Alastor's soul... 7 years ago when Alastor disappeared, the reader found him almost dead and helped him recover from his injuries... As time passed, Alastor demonstrated his devotion and love for the reader and sold his soul to her, becoming the reader's puppet.

After 7 years.. The reader saw Charlie's idea and was moved by the idea ((and also the reader was feeling a little scared and sickened by the radio demon's sweet and romantic gestures)).

The reader tells Alastor to help Charlie (against his will, being practically forced because of the soul contract, Alastor just wanted to stay close to his lover FOREVER).

Alastor is sad and upset with the reader because he thinks the reader left him for another stronger being or something (of course that doesn't happen, the reader just wants to stay away from that crazy demon)...

Now Alastor wants to break this soul contract with the reader to show how powerful and cruel he is (and he will make the reader see how he is the best, so this time he won't let the reader leave him ever again)

First, I swear I didn't mean to make it this long.

2 funny things before you read the story. (1) I had to double-check if there was any difference between the requests, because there was two of them in my inbox. (2) I was giggling so hard when I saw this request posted in the Alastor x reader tag cause it was the same one I got too. The Any is requesting this from any writers with an open request I feel like. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one~

Unwanted Soul = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

Other Works: MASTERLIST

[2000sangel]

oh I have a request what is you do a story about reader x Adam where she is seen like a swan 🦢 beautiful, elegant, and graceful while Adam is Adam and both are together and everybody is like seriously what does she see in him? And she’s like “he makes me laugh 🥰” then shows Adam stuff his face all in a messy manner and looking goofy while reader looks at him with love

This request was so cute! Thank you for dropping it in my inbox, hope I did it justice :3

Divider : benkeibear

Adam x Graceful! Fem! Reader

Your high heels made a clacking sound as you walked across the street; your flowy dress made many heads turn, just for Angels to be stunned by your beauty once they saw you.

Saying you weren’t used to this would be a lie, as every day many individuals would comment on your beauty and grace; you were quite modest about it though, always thanking them but never bragging about all the attention that you received.

This wasn’t what your day was going to be about though; in fact, Adam was.

You were going on a date with your boyfriend, and you were thrilled about it; you two hadn’t been able to go out for a while, since he was quite busy with shows and whatnot during that time of the year.

You always tried to be there for his gigs, but usually he was busy with band outings afterwards or he was too beat – and quite sweaty, too – to go out for a romantic date with you.

And when he wasn’t busy with gigs, he was too caught up in more confidential matters with Sera. Things regarding Hell, you guessed.  So naturally you allowed him to have some chiller dates with you in the weekend, prioritizing his desires a bit.

But this time you two had planned a whole day out together, with the first stop being a restaurant to eat some lunch.

Finally reaching your destination, you stopped in your tracks and fixed your hair to look as pretty as you could for your boyfriend. Not that he would notice if you had a hair out of place, he always called you stunning even when you were in your nightwear and you had just woken up, but you still wanted to look your best for your special day.

You checked your phone, and saw a message from him that said he was going to fly there to get there faster. You were about to reply when you heard a strong flap of wings from above you.

“Hey babe!” he descended from the sky, snaking an arm around your figure and kissing the top of your head. He was wearing his mask, as always when he was in public, but you really didn’t mind.

“Hey Adam! We arrived at the same time,” you pointed out as he tucked his wings under his arms. You noticed he was wearing his usual robe, but as the wind blew it around a little you could see his spiked combat boots underneath.

“We did, wanna go in?”

“Sure!”

You chatted about this and that as you entered the fancy restaurant, the carefully designed decor catching your eye immediately. He even had to ask you if you were listening as you got caught up staring at the luxurious furnishings.

A waiter welcomed you and lead you to your booked table near a window overlooking a beautiful garden, you could touch the bush of white roses outside if you leaned out a little, if you wanted.

You didn’t need much time to choose your orders; both of you decided to go with your favorite food as a treat, Adam’s being ribs, and as soon as the dishes arrived you dug in. You made a mental note to leave a positive review to the restaurant as even the food tasted heavenly.

“Holy shit, these ribs go hard as fuck! Want one?” Adam asked between bites, picking one up with his free hand and handing it to you. You grabbed it helping yourself with your cutlery, and chuckled at your boyfriend’s behaviour.

You were just about to take a bite out of the rib when you heard something that you probably shouldn’t have;

“...I wonder what she sees in him?”

You turned around swiftly and caught the two Angels commenting on your relationship red handed; one of them had the appearance of a sheep, fur pristine and styled into ringlets, the other resembled a cat.

They immediately averted their gaze when yours fell on them, but you still shifted so you could face them better.

“Well, he makes me happy and makes me laugh. Isn’t that enough?” you stated with a kind smile, no malice in your words, and pointed at Adam with your fork. The two girls grimaced as they looked at your boyfriend, hands dirty and mouth stuffed with ribs; he was enjoying his lunch so much that he hadn’t even noticed the food had left a stain on the sleeve of his robe.

“Suit yourself...” the sheep Angel commented once again, and it was Adam’s turn to reply.

“You’re damn lucky I’m busy eating ribs and being on a date with my girlfriend. Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to?”

“The first man, Adam.” You finished his sentence fondly.

The Angels shivered; you’d dare say you never witnessed anyone leave a place faster than they did that restaurant.

[wonderlandwalker]

Remember | Finnick Odair x Reader

thg masterlist / inbox / part two

summary: The capitol has taken you from him, but he won't let them keep you.tags / content warnings: violence, bullet wounds, major character injury, blood, needles, angst, fluff, no use of y/n word count: 4.0k

requested by anon: omg I love your writing and I have an unhealthy addiction to reading angst so could you please write something about the reader being with peeta and Johanna when they where taken by the capital and her being with finnick and recovering while she’s in district 13? 🫶🫶

a/n: The way I smiled when I saw this request I swear. This one has been in the works for a little while and I thought it fit perfectly. It is angst you ask for and it is angst you shall get. I'm considering writing a part two but I'm not sure how to yet. My bad habit of not proofreading happened again and with this one especially it was way too long so if I made any major errors pls do let me know.

The Capitol.

You are currently in the Capitol.

At least that’s where you think you are. You remember being in the arena, you remember running towards the general direction you last saw Finnick, remembering the marks you had gone by in case you had to take a different route. You remember seeing Finnick's face through the plantation, you’d be able to recall those features anywhere. You remember something hitting you from behind and falling to the ground, too caught up in catching up with him to check your surroundings. You remember crying out in pain, hoping he’d hear you. But the next thing you remember is the vision of him slowly going out of focus and losing consciousness not long after. 

At least that's what you think happened.

At least you can still remember, that’s worth something right? You remember your past, and you remember the reaping that led to the arena. The flood of relief that went over you as you finally found your way back to him. You don’t know what happened to Finnick, he was there too after all, but you had needed to split up early. Maybe he had been caught off guard too. Maybe he escaped. Maybe they never even found him. Maybe with him being the idiot he could be, he was probably already on his way here, looking for you. Just like you would have done for him, and he would have called you an idiot then too.

You would get out of here one way or another, that much you knew, but you needed to remember more, you needed to remember the last look on his face, you hadn't had much time to take it in, but you remembered the furrow of his eyebrows, the same expression he always had when he was trying to concentrate, you needed to remember that.

You knew that once you did get out of here, Finnick would be furious, telling you that you had been reckless, that you shouldn't have let your guard down, shortly after telling you how worried he had been. And it would feel like coming home.

Your mind becomes hazier, and it is harder to remember. You feel your head throbbing, and you move your hand towards it until you feel it can move no further. You open your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light that covers the room. You can't see much, can't move your head much.

You remember the rendezvous point you had talked about. You remember the quick “don't get yourself in trouble” and the kiss he gave you right before you parted ways.

You remember the layers of plants and trees you moved through, seeing some of them cut down, letting you know someone else had been there

But you know there is more, more that you missed. The stomped-out ashes that you ran past, you know you should have paid closer attention. But you can’t remember

You need to remember what happened. How you got here. Who got you here. If you really are in the capitol. But your mind doesn't want to cooperate anymore. The room is getting darker and darker, even though the lamp above your head is still dutifully buzzing

You wake up, you still remember where you are, or at least where you think you are. You still remember yesterday, was it yesterday? Why couldn't they just hang a clock in here? 

You look up, and you see a device set up, not too far from where you're lying down. You try to get a better look but the light above your head is too blinding to see anything else in the room. You don’t fully understand it until a man walks into the room with a video camera in his hand and an expression on his face that seems just a tad too happy. 

The camera starts blinking a red light, signalling you that it has started recording. The man has a sort of laser that he presses into your lower stomach, it doesn't breach your skin but it hurts like it does. It takes all your energy not to show him the satisfaction of it.

“Come on now darling, work with me a little.” He says after a while, changing the setting on the laser. The last bit of your energy is gone, and you can't keep the screaming from escaping any longer. It echoes off the white walls around you and when you hear yourself, you barely even recognize it. He seems satisfied with the result and finally puts the laser down. You look down but don't see any burn marks or indication of what has just happened.

He comes closer and you can see he is holding a sort of crowbar, but you're not sure why. You remember how you always left one outside your window in the districts, in case the wind had shut it and you needed to sneak back in. You remember Finnick finding out, giving you a serious, disappointed look, but not telling you to stop.

Before you can think of anything else, the bar hits you with full force, right above the spot he was previously focused on. You didn't expect it, and it knocks the little breath you had left out of your lungs. He hits again, not in the same spot, but close, he is very clearly aiming for your ribs. The switching between high-tech and old-school weapons has you puzzled, but you can't deny the result either of them has.

After a while, he stops, and with the added difficulty and pain that now comes with breathing, you are more than certain he just bruised a few of your ribs.

He walks back, taking the camera in his hands. He aims it at your face and you close your eyes to try and collect yourself as much as your current state allows. Your hair is a tangled mess and you are rather certain there is blood smushed over your face from the cuts you got in the arena. 

“Smile for the camera sweetheart.” He asks, even though it sounds more like an order than a request. You open your eyes to look at him. He is so close, and you want to drive your thumbs so far into his eye sockets you can feel the front lobe of his brain, if he even has one. But you can't do anything, no matter how much you want to fight, you are powerless here. You close your eyes again, trying to block everything out and remember.

You remember District Four, the way the light summer breeze would always carry the smell of the beach to your house, no matter how hard you had it, it always livened you up. You remember the first time Finnick tried to teach you how to surf, being so gentle with you no matter how many times you fell off it, always there to catch you again. You remember your last birthday, well, the day after, but you couldn't even complain about that. He had picked you up from your place and brought you to one of the lakes with him. He told you the story of one of his birthdays when he was younger, along with all the embarrassing details, but of course, it only endeared him further to you. You told him about the presents you got and all the people who came to wish you a happy birthday. You told him everything you could remember. You remember last seeing his face, maybe it was the last time you will have ever seen it. No. No, you remember it, but you’ll see it again, you have to.

“I’ll make sure your loverboy gets to see this, wherever he is, wouldn't want him to miss out on the fun.” 

Finn. Finnick. You remember Finnick. You remember when you returned from your first games. The black eye and broken arm you came home with. You remember how he lost it when they didn't immediately treat you for it. He would now either throw a fit over it for everyone to see or be so stoic in his thoughts even Johanna would get a little concerned.

You see the man standing up, walking to the table, and picking up something new. A syringe, it's a syringe. He walks over and pushes it into your upper arm, and before you know it, your vision turns black again.

You remember waking up to gunshots, and you panic. But after a few seconds, you figure out they’re not near you. There is, however, someone in the room with you, it's the same man again. He looks a little panicked, but you can’t figure out why just yet. The gunshots are becoming louder, and closer, and he seems more startled now. His arms drop to his sides from what he was doing and his eyes widen. Screams are echoing and you can hear footsteps.

You remember that pattern of paddling feet, and you recognize the second pair of steps too, but you can't remember much else.

The man gets closer to you, placing his hand over your mouth, pulling out a gun with his free hand and telling you to stay quiet. You never understood why people say that, it means he has something to lose, and you want to scream out, but your voice doesn't remember how to.

It's even closer now, right outside the door, and you can hear talking. You remember his voice. How he always asked you so sweetly how your day had been, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep. 

You hear the door jiggle, and it makes you want to scream out for him, but your sore throat won't let you. For a moment you think that is it, you had your chance, and you let it go by. He’ll move along the hallway to the other doors and leave you here. But then you hear another gunshot, and they must have shot the lock, because right after you hear someone running into the door with an echoing thump as it breaks open. 

The man next to you had his gun pointed at the door, and he changes it to point at you instead. 

You were right, by the gods you had never been so thankful to have been right. Finnick walks in, and you can see the colour drain from his face as he does so. 

The man standing next to you is starting to get nervous, you can see the sweat starting to drip down his face. He must realize he has been matched, because there are more people by Finnicks side. But the man still has his gun pointed at you, and this isn't over just yet.

You can't keep your eyes open anymore, and when you close them, you remember. You remember your first kiss with Finnick, how nervous he had been at the time. He had been shaking a little and told you he was embarrassed by how much you got to him, but it only endeared him further to you.  He yells at the man to let go of the gun, he sounds nervous again.

But he doesn't let go, he decides to shoot. 

You hear the bullet leaving the gun, and for a single moment, you think it's over. The last thing you’ll ever see is Finnick, but he’s not himself. He’s upset, and even though you know he’s not upset with you, it still tugs at you. Except when you feel the bullet piercing through your skin, that's exactly what you realise. You can still feel it. He didn't shoot you right in the heart, he didn't shoot towards your head, he shot you in the abdomen. You’re not sure why, not sure why he didn't kill you, but you will never know, because not even a second passes as you hear a second gunshot, and he falls to the floor.

You can't seem to remember how to open your eyes, but you can hear Finnick rushing over and right as he reaches you, you fall. You fall into his arms and the memory of it gives you hope. Something comes in contact with your stomach, and the agony of it makes you want to scream out. You can feel him lifting you, and the shift of your body makes the bullet move, making you want to scream again. And if you remembered how to, you would have.

You know he’s talking to someone, but it sounds more like buzzing to you. You can only make out certain parts of the conversation, something about needing to leave, something about infections, and something about an aircraft. 

You can hear him talking again, and this time it’s directed at you. There’s a strain in his voice, and it sounds like he’s crying. It makes you want to comfort him, but you don’t remember how to.

“Please darling, just open your eyes."

But you’re afraid, youre afraid that if you open them, everything will turn out to be nothing but a dream, and he won’t be here anymore. But even if this is a dream, you need to see him. Even if it will turn into a haunted memory, you need to see his eyes looking back at you. It takes you some effort, but you open your eyes, looking at him. You can see tears flooding his face, you can see his lips moving, silent pleas coming from them for you to stay awake. He’s telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he's telling you to hold on. He promises that he won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again and that he won’t let go of you anymore.

You remember how he cried when you were reaped for the 75th games, and how you had told him everything would be okay, how you had comforted him, but you don't have the energy to comfort him this time. You remember hearing his sobbing, his shaking voice when you close your eyes again, not being able to keep them open any longer, even if you wanted to.

You wake up again, and for a moment you think it had indeed all been a dream, that you were right back where you had started, But then you remember the bullet in your stomach. You look down and see a bandage over it, even though it’s already soaked in blood. They must have taken it out. 

You try and concentrate, and you can hear Finnick talking to someone. “Just tell me, I know it’s bad but I need to know.” “Finnick, it won’t make a difference.” The person he’s talking to sounds desperate, and you remember how stubborn he could be when it came to you. 

But you don’t remember more, because your head starts to feel light again and you give in to the feeling.

When you wake up again, you manage to open your eyes, and you can see someone sitting in a chair next to the bed you're in. He’s slumped over, his face half pressed into the mattress and half into your stomach, both of his hands are holding onto one of yours. It hurts a little, but you don't mind, because it reminds you, even when you look away, that he is still there. You remember the way he always softly snores, and the way he wiggles his nose when your hair falls over it.

You think you're connected to a monitor, because something is beeping in the same rhythm you can feel your heart beating, and it gives you a headache. So you close your eyes again, and once again, you give in to the feeling of sleep that looms over you.

Since you had been brought to District 13, he has barely left your side. He keeps putting cold washcloths on your forehead to try and break your fever. It won't help, and he knows it, but no one has the heart to stop him. 

You haven't shown a single sign of life since they had found you. It was unsettling, the silence that filled the room, none of your usual laughter and banter there to replace it. 

It’s only when Finnick's head shoots up that the others notice it as well. The steady beeping that has been imposing the silence in this room for weeks picking up its pace. The beating continues to go faster and faster, your body shaking up from the bed in almost the same rhythm. But right before anyone can do anything about it, it stops. It all seems to stop, you stop moving, and the monitor stops beating.

He starts giving you chest compressions, and someone rushes into the room holding a small bottle, they fill a syringe with the clear liquid and inject it into your arm. Within a few seconds, your heart starts beating again. But it’s only after a minute of the monitor showing him a steady heartrate that he stops his actions.

It’s dark in the room when Finnick wakes up, and if it wasn't for the soft light and the beeping of the monitor, he would've thought he was dreaming, but it seems the reality won’t let him escape. He struggles not to fall back asleep, and every few minutes he does, but every time he wakes up startled again, scared that you’ll be gone if he doesn't open his eyes every once in a while. It was easy to see the toll it had taken on him. His posture was slouched, his face less well-groomed than usual. But no one could blame him, because they could see the way he looked at you, as if you were the sun and your dimmed light turned his world dark. 

He knows the chance you can hear him is small, but he feels the urge to talk to you nonetheless. 

“I don't think I can hold this in any longer. I remember some studies that have shown people in comas do hear what's going on around them, but maybe it’s for the best that you don’t, because you would never say yes.”

He continues but he feels his voice choke up, and he runs a hand through your hair to calm himself down, his other hand still holding onto yours.

“We talked about it once, I still remember every single word you said. You came at me with all your logical reasons for why it would be a bad idea. But what you never understood is that when it comes to you, I'm not able to think rationally, because my love for you will overpower anything else.” He chuckles softly as he recalls the memory he’s about to tell you next.

“I remember when I opened up to you for the first time. I had always held things to myself, but you were so calm as I talked to you. I thought for sure I had screwed it up somehow then. Everyone always tells me now how happy you make me, and they're right. Ever since you came into my life there has not been a single moment when the thought of you did not bring me joy, even when we fought my memories of you could still somehow bring a smile to my face. 

I remember when they showed me the video, they hadn't wanted me to see it, but you know how stubborn I can be when it comes to you. I saw you, I saw the way in which they were hurting you. And I started yelling, ironically enough in that moment, you were the only one that could have calmed me down. I remember yelling at them, fighting with them not to wait any longer, that they couldn't let you wait any longer, they had to have me sedating until they came to a conclusion."

He reaches into the pocket of his trousers, taking a small ring. It was his mother's ring, he had found it a while back and had carried it with him ever since. He had thought of moments to give it to you, but every time there was one, every time he was about to ask you, something had happened, something had interrupted him. But there was no one interrupting him this time. “I have thought about asking you this every time I see you, and I can't hold it in any longer. So when you wake up, not if you wake up, because I know you will. I know you will wake up because you have to. So when you wake up, will you marry me.” A little part of him had thought you'd wake up, that you’d answer him. Even if you said no, it would still be better than what's happening right now, because he didn't care if you'd say no, if you’d say you weren't ready, because nothing could be worse than the silence that followed him. And so he slid the ring onto your finger delicately, as if you were to disappear if he wasn't careful. He put the ring on your hand because he knew that even if it wasn't today, and it wasn't tomorrow, someday you would marry him, and he wouldn't let you slip away.

At first, he thought he was imagining it, sleep deprivation and desperation playing a trick on his mind. But then he saw it again, in the beams of morning light he could see your hand moving, as if it was trying to grasp onto something, trying to pull you back into this world. It woke him up in an instant. But it was all followed so fast, the way your eyes slowly opened, squinting at the light. Before you had even awoken for a second, he moved from where he had been right beside you in order to hug you. And he was about to get lost in the thought of your moving lips, tears falling down his eyes, about to get lost in a kiss full of built-up pain and desperation when he noticed, something was wrong. Your eyebrows were knitted together and the corners of your mouth turned down just a little. He looked at your expression, your body language, something was wrong. You looked vulnerable, you looked like you wanted to protect yourself from someone.

It was only when he looked into your eyes that he truly understood something was very wrong.

Your eyes looked as if you were in pain, but it wasn't a look of any physical pain, it looked as if something was endangering you, but he couldn't understand what it was. He slowly moved so as not to startle you and asked you “Darling, what’s wrong” And at first you didn’t respond, but when he kept looking at you, expecting him to answer you, you started to speak. “Am I supposed to remember you?” 

He immediately flinched back at the statement, his shoulder sunk and his eyes dimmed. Someone told him it wasn't uncommon for brain injuries to cause short-term memory loss after a coma.

So slowly, and surely, he made it work. But it was crumbling him down every time you didn't remember the unconscious acts of affection, so foreign to you now. A quick touch on your arm as he walked towards you made you flinch slightly as if his hand had been on fire. The subtle smiles he gave you when entering a room were now met with you looking down. The way that even though you were physically here, you really weren't. 

He promised himself, he vowed to himself that he would make you remember. That no matter how long it took, he would wait for you. He would wait for you to remember, make you remember. Because he had very quickly learned that he couldn’t live without you anymore.

Part 2: Trying to Forget

[hiramaris]

Imma fight a man (but Imma find a woman)

Note: Saw this on TikTok and can't help but make a crack fic 😂 Btw, next chapter for Kiss It Off Me is WIP, and after that, I'll start with the request in my inbox.

Here's the link of the Tiktok if you want to check it out: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6VajaMP/ (Though I'm not sure when's the Tiktok ban for the US so I'll just explain that it's a fanart of farmer and Haley doing the breaking dishes trend lmao)

The late afternoon sun painted everything in warm, golden hues as Haley and Alex stood outside the Mullners' house. Haley’s phone sat on a tripod, its lens aimed squarely at them.

Haley let out an exasperated huff, smoothing her sundress as she glared at Alex. "Come on, Alex! It can’t be that hard!" she snapped, hands planted on her hips.

Alex was hunched over, hands on his knees, panting like he’d just run a marathon. His red tank top was clinging to him, damp from sweat. He held up a hand, trying to buy himself some time. "Gimme a sec to catch my breath, Hay," he said, his voice strained.

"You’re acting like I weigh a freaking ton!" Haley fired back, the annoyance in her voice cutting through the quiet street.

"Yoba, Hay," Alex grumbled, straightening up with a wince as he rolled his shoulder. "You don’t weigh a ton, but we’ve been doing this stupid TikTok trend over and over! I swear, my shoulder’s about to pop out. Ow..."

"That’s because you’re doing it all wrong!" Haley shot back, throwing her hands up in frustration. "You look like you’re struggling to lift me! Me! I can’t have people thinking I weigh as much as a cow or something!"

Alex looked at her like she’d lost it, shaking his head. "How can I not struggle? You’re supposed to be jumping at the same time I lift you! That’s how this works—it’s all about momento or whatever."

Haley’s face twisted into an unimpressed glare, but her lips twitched like she was holding back a laugh.

"Momentum, you dungus!" she corrected, smacking his arm lightly. "Not ‘momento.’ Good Yoba, Alex, do you even know what you’re talking about?"

Alex blinked at her, then cracked a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck.

"Whatever," he muttered. "You know what I mean."

Haley let out an exasperated laugh, crouching down to pick up another plate they’d set aside. "I’m starting to wonder why I even asked you to help me with this."

Alex leaned back against the side of the house, smirking now. "Cookies. You said you’d bake me cookies if I helped."

Haley paused, narrowing her eyes at him. "And you’re not getting any if you keep acting like this is the hardest thing in the world."

Alex groaned, dragging his hand down his face. "Fine, one more time," he grumbled, stepping back into position. "But if this doesn’t work, I’m done."

Haley brightened instantly, clapping her hands together. "Perfect! Now remember, you have to time it with me. Don’t make me look like a sack of potatoes this time!"

The phone’s recording light started blinking as they got into position. Alex muttered under his breath, "I can’t believe this is my life right now..." but crouched anyway, ready to give it one last go.

Just as he was about to lift Haley by the waist, a familiar voice rang out from the path leading to the Mullners’ yard.

"Sup, fellas," you called, adjusting the straps of your russet backpack that were digging into your tank top. "Heard you two bickering all the way from Pierre’s. What’s the fuss this time?"

Alex straightened up with a groan, rolling his shoulder as though he’d just finished a wrestling match. "Ask this crazy woman right here," he said, jerking his thumb toward Haley. "Also, I really need Harvey to check this shoulder…"

Haley gasped, scandalized. "Who are you calling crazy?!"

"Anyway," Alex continued, ignoring her and gesturing vaguely toward the tripod, "Hay wanted to do that ‘breaking dishes’ trend on TikTok, but she keeps messing it up. And now I’m the one with a busted shoulder because of it."

"The hell you mean I keep messing it up—!"

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Breaking dishes trend? What’s that? I don’t see any of y’all breaking actual dishes.”

Alex barked out a laugh, wiping a hand over his face. “Are you serious? Don’t tell me you don’t have TikTok on your phone.”

“Nah,” you replied with a shrug, setting your rucksack down on the porch. “Signal’s pretty crap on the farm, and honestly, I don’t use my phone much. Too busy keeping the cows from eating the chicken feed, you know?”

Haley groaned, throwing her hands up in disbelief. “Of course you don’t know what TikTok is,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “What kind of hermit are you?”

“Hey!”You said, feigning offense, crossing your arms with an exaggerated pout. “Just because I don’t spend my time doing this whole ‘breaking dishes’ thing doesn’t mean I’m out of the loop.”

“You are so out of the loop,” Alex said, smirking as he leaned against the porch railing, clearly enjoying himself. “Anyway, the trend is basically flexing your strength. The guy’s supposed to lift the girl on their shoulder like she weighs nothing. You know, it makes you look all badass while Rihanna’s ‘Breaking Dishes’ plays in the background.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, nodding slowly as the gears turned in your head. “So... does it require the person doing the lifting to be a guy?”

“Wait, what?” Haley asked, her voice rising an octave as she stepped back, sensing where this might be going.

“That’s not a bad idea, old Mac!” Alex cut in, grinning as he grabbed the phone on the tripod and adjusted the angle. “Camera’s rolling. Do your worst, Y/n/n!”

Before Haley could protest, you stepped forward and grinned at her mischievously. “Alright, Hay. Brace yourself.”

“Wha—wait, hold on!" Haley barely had time to react as your hands found her waist. With surprising ease, you hoisted her off the ground, smoothly maneuvering her onto your shoulder. She let out an uncharacteristic squeak of surprise, her hands instinctively grabbing at your shoulders for balance.

“Yoba, Haley,” you teased, steadying her as if this was something you did every day. “You’re lighter than you look. Guess Alex really is just weak.”

“Hey!” Alex protested from behind the camera, but the grin on his face betrayed his amusement.

“Put me down!” Haley squirmed, though her voice lacked any real heat. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized the situation. “This is not how this is supposed to go!”

“Oh, come on. Isn’t this what you wanted?” you quipped, turning to face the camera as you easily adjusted Haley’s position on your shoulder. “Breaking dishes trend, right? I’d say I nailed it.”

“Y/n, I swear if this goes viral, I’m never letting you live it down.”

Alex barked out a laugh as he stopped the recording. “Too late. That was gold! You have to post it, Hay! Can she, Old Mac? Can she?”

You chuckled, glancing at Haley, who was still recovering from the whirlwind of events. “Sure. I’m fine if she’s fine with it,” you replied with a grin. Gently, you lowered her back onto the ground, her feet touching down as lightly as a feather. “Though… I think I broke her, Alex.”

“Yep, sure did,” Alex teased, folding his arms as he leaned back against the porch with a smug grin.

You laughed as you gathered your things. “Anyway, I’m gonna get going. Need to ask Clint about an update on my tools.”

Alex gave you a fist bump. “Catch you later, Old Mac.”

You turned to Haley, who was still standing there, looking like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or give you another piece of her mind.

“Oh, and Haley?” you called out, smirking as you adjusted the strap of your rucksack. “If you need to do any more trends, my farm’s just down the road. See ya!”

With that, you strolled off toward the path leading back to Clint's shop, leaving Alex cackling on the porch and Haley staring after you, shaking her head but smiling despite herself.

****

Alex was practically doubled over, his phone in hand as he scrolled through the comment section of Haley’s latest TikTok. His laughter echoed through the room, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Raw, next question!” he managed to wheeze out, slapping his knee for emphasis.

Haley, sprawled across the couch, groaned and threw a decorative pillow in his direction. “Ugh, stop it already! It’s not that funny.”

“It’s absolutely that funny!” Alex shot back, ducking the pillow effortlessly. “Do you even read these? These women are feral, Hay. And I’m not even talking about the ones thirsting over you. Y/n/n’s got her own fanbase now.”

Haley sat up, her cheeks heating as she snatched her phone to check the comments. Sure enough, there were a few decently wholesome remarks buried among the absolute chaos. But the majority? Feral didn’t even begin to describe it.

AND THE CROWD IS... taking off their clothes?

Born to ride, forced to scroll.

Ho is u single?

I have nothing appropriate to say

I can take both of them. Not in a fight 😏

Does the farmer girl do weddings? As like a bride?

Does anyone know if the farmer girl has tiktok?

Scrolling feels like a divorce

All ten fingers!

I told my parents about us btw

Weird way of proposing but yes.

Wuh luh wuh?

BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA

“Oh, and this one’s gold.” Alex scrolled further, nearly choking on his laughter. “‘I swear my pants were just on.’ Yoba, help us all.”

Haley groaned louder, flopping back against the couch. “I regret everything. I should’ve never let Y/n lift me for that trend.”

Alex grinned, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. “Oh no, Hay. This is the best content you’ve ever posted. You better pray to Yoba that Y/n doesn’t open a TikTok account, or it’s game over for you. You’re cooked.”

Haley grabbed another pillow, this time fully intending to launch it at Alex’s face.

“Shut up!” she yelled, her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that she couldn’t blame on the sunlight streaming through the window.

~~~~

A/N: Now that I think about it, this one-shot can be considered part of the Kiss It Off Me universe. The timeline's probably during summer.

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Hi, I really love the greek gods au for the boys, could I request some more hcs for them?

I was lowkey so excited to have an ask! Welcome Anon! I appreciate you! You have braved my inbox and im super excited to have you!

I saw you ask and wrote this as fast as I could with some of the other ideas for them that swim around my brain.

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist is pinned on my account as always, and my inbox is open!

Price

He had Hephaestus forge him a special razor so he could always keep his mustache in check after an incident where he tried to use a human razor and broke it.

He wears human clothes, he does have his godly robes but he prefers to wear something that may be comforting for whatever sacrificial woman he has at a given moment.

Has debated no longer accepting the women as sacrifices

for a long string of time the women were just the horniest ones or the village prostitutes. While they were nice for a week or two he did end up finding them homes elsewhere

Gaz says he fosters women like cats.

Price isnt looking at fostering anymore though. This most recent accidental sacrifice has by far been his favorite. She’s so warm, causes no problem, and isn’t like the last one he got who owned 8 cats.

Price likes cats, just not 8 of them.

He also worries Zeus will try to take his woman

Which is why the woman is hidden and protected by Price’s powerful shield from anyone who tries to creep on her. He doesn’t want his woman threatened by Hera.

Hera already knows he has decided to marry this one, as the goddess of marriage and is probably the most proud of him compared to Zeus’ other bastard children.

Soap

He most often wears his godly armor instead of his robes or human clothes.

The human clothes are really only to go see Price, the robes are really only for relaxing in his house, but the armor is for working.

He has to really just follow around his dad, Ares

He doesn’t know his goddess mom, and Ares wont tell him. Honestly he questions if he’s even Ares because the relationship isnt very father-son, they’re more just like Coworkers

He says his mom is probably Aphrodite but who knows

He spends most of his time with Simon.

Simon is relaxed and comes to work with him sometimes. Usually accidentally causing a cold breeze with his presence.

Soap linda digs the dark robes, he hates how shiny his white ones are.

Definitely hides amongst humans when he gets pent up or frustrated from work.

Gods are so demanding in bed, he’d rather have a human.

With Price looking like he’s going to settle down with his newest sacrifice, Soap thinks about finding his own woman. Price’s helps him cook and clean and look like she’d take it with no problems. Soap kinda wants that now

Ghost

He’s a very antisocial god.

Price has tried to get him to loosen up.

Price has offered him the best of some of the sacrifices that he didn’t get along with.

Simon just hasn’t shifted.

He buddies around with Soap, says its because their work is the most similar.

In reality Soap is the one person he favors the most. Keegan is also up there, but he’s no Johnny.

He never understood why Price took the sacrifices of women. He doesnt bother with the mountain god who gets on his nerves. He loves Gaz but his social battery just dies.

He doesnt see anyone loving that.

Not to mention, he’s the god of Winter. His fingers are cold, his robes are a dark black instead of a beautiful white because he’s from the underworld, and he spends a lot of time down there as well.

He refuses to kidnap a woman how Hades had. Says he had standards and is too attractive for that. Tells people he’ll get a woman when he wants one.

Persephone worries about him. Persephone wants a daughter-in-law who can bring her cold son out of this.

Even Demeter worries, and she loves when he visits. She has no more work when he comes into town, she just wish he didn’t reek of death from the underworld.

Konig

You think Konig was tall at somewhere between 6’7” and 6’10”? Now he’s like 8 feet tall.

He’s probably the loneliest of all of gods, he lives at the top of his mountain (which is kinda like the one of Olympus where it was kinda just a glorified hill) and doesn’t get much company, unlike the 141 group.

He does wear a veil because of his anxiety, being a lonely god makes you self conscious, what if all the other gods are much more handsome?

He wears robes, unlike the 141 group, he doesnt try to blend in with humans so he only has his godly robes.

He doesnt often get sacrifices either, since his altar is at the top of the mountain. Its why he doesnt intervene when the war people come often.

If only there was a way to sacrifice someone to keep him company, he’d never need much more again.

Especially with Atlas holding up the world.

Zeus told him he was born from a single drop of Atlas’ sweat hitting the ground.

Konig has never met Atlas. So he wouldn’t doubt he maybe is secretly a Zeus child? However he doesn’t mind not being a Zeus child. Hera doesn’t give him problems and he likes it that way.

He cooks, he cleans. He’d do anything for someone to spend a bit of time with. He might start scoping out the local village and town again. Last time he was disappointed by all the interesting ones being taken, so he stayed at a distance. But maybe he’d try again.

Keegan

Work is always calling Keegan.

As Thanatos says, “humans wont stop dying, birthing, fucking, or breathing”

Keegan doesn’t disagree.

He has black robes, similar to Ghost’s as they’re both from the underworld. He has spent a great deal of time with Simon as he has to deal with people suffering from hypothermia in the harsh winters.

Simon doesn’t cold shoulder him like most others. Compared to the gods from the underworld, Keegan is quite friendly. He just knows people dont live forever.

Or he hasn’t learned Price can protect humans and living things from death yet.

He has a solid relationship with Thanatos. He cant complain especially next to Soap’s and Price’s situations

He hasn’t ever really spent time with the 141 group because he’s worried he’ll have to get up and leave randomly due to his job.

He also doesn’t have human clothes like they do. He often wonders where they came from.

His home is in the underworld, so he worries about a human living there if he ever were to take on a bride.

Maybe he’d find a nice goddess like Hades did. But Price makes humans seem so nice.

He just worries he wouldnt be home enough to care for his human or he’d have to take his human to work to make sure she got enough vitamin D… i mean he can always gives you vitamin D but it’s a different vitamin.

He’s also worried about touching a human because what if he accidentally kills them or something ridiculous like that?

Too many risks. Maybe. Unless someone is brave enough to prove them wrong.

Gaz

He saves a lot of dropped babies from serious damage. He never shows himself, always stays invisible to the human eye, but he saves a lot of babies.

Also saves a lot of kids. Toddlers and young children fall quite a bit.

He has the whitest and cleanest and shiniest robes btw

But yeah he loves saving kids. Especially when he can show his form because adults don’t believe kids anyway.

Especially if they say they were saved by a god.

He also saves quite a bit of animals. Like bird eggs.

He just prefers saving kids.

He thinks they’re really darn cute.

Wouldn’t mind a few of his own

Doesnt help Hermes keeps teasing him though.

Hermes never misses a chance to remind him he came from him jerking it on a cloud and letting it fall to the earth.

Hermes thinks its really funny.

Gaz wouldn’t hate a partner. Nymph, Human, or Goddess.

He’s taken a couple of them to bed and has to say Human is his favorite.

Did he mention he saves a lot of kids?

Would you, maybe, like to save his, perhaps, for like 9 months?

Krueger

Sebastian makes Konig’s world a bit less lonely? However isn’t the most wonderful company.

Definitely defiles the virgins of random towns near by.

Has fun telling them he’s a god and was sent by their towns patron to defile them

Lowkey Hera had to ask if he was one of Zeus

He was actually carved from clay and given gifts from gods

Artemis made him a skilled hunter, Hades made him a quick thinker, Athena gave him tactical knowledge, Ares gave him strength, Apollo gave him impermeable skin, Zeus gave him a big dick, Eris gave him wild anger

The usual

His job is not terribly demanding and has quite a bit of free time to spend with Konig

He has big dark armor and a giant axe. Definitely has a lot of fun with it

his dream is to get a temple of his own and his own priestesses who would do his bidding and pray to him their city doesnt go on a hit list for the gods

He also dreams to get a virgin sacrificed to him.

He isnt greedy like Price when it comes to women, he just wants one. One is all he would need.

He’d never need to go around defiling random virgins anymore, he’d just get to have his virgin at home.

He’d love to have his own servant. He’d treat her well he promises. He’d love an embarrassed virgin for himself.

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You're On Your Own, Kid / A Munson Story

a/n I got this random idea today of "what if Eddie had a long lost sister" and thought it would be fun to just drabble away at it, but the drabble got longer and I got more and more invested in these two dorks, so yeah, I might write more about them if anyone is interested..

word count: 2031

warning: swearing. Mentions of troubled families. not much else[?]

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When the Hawkins gang met Eddie, the first thing they learned about the Hellfire Club leader was that he was a talker but rarely talked about himself. He can go on for hours talking about DnD campaigns or the latest fantasy book he's read [and don't get him started about the upcoming Metallica album. He will not shut up,] but he rarely reveals anything about himself. Learning about his past was more of a scavenger hunt of his life story's tidbits rather than... a story.

The worst part was that Eddie did not even realise he had done this. Perhaps he assumed everyone knew everything about him (since most act like that anyway, accusing him of shit left and right.)

Thus, moments like this happened as Eddie was talking about how he needed to fix his car because the last time he drove it, it shut down in the middle of the road.

"Made me think of the time my dad's car flunked and he send me and my sister out to find someone to call for help since we didn't have a phone."

"What?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, we had to walk like fice miles until we ran into some shack. Nice lady lived up there. She gave us cookies." Eddie shrugged, reminiscing.

"No, no that," Nancy clarified Robin's question. "You have a sister?"

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie just blinked. "Didn't I tell you guys?"

A collective No erupted all around the room. So, Eddie was forced to tell them everything about you. How you were only a year younger than him, always a pain in the ass, but a great sport to tag along in all of the shenanigans that he came up with as a kid. The two of you were inseparable until your dad landed in jail for the one too-manyeth time, and you were separated.

"I went to live with our uncle, while she went upstate to live with our grandma. She would have taken us both but her house smelled too much like sauerkrout."

"Do you still see her?" Steve asked.

"My grandma? No, she died last year."

"Your sister." Steve said, failing to hide the exhaustion caused by the conversation.

"We used to visit each other every summer and all the school holidays, but you know, as we got older, we just grew apart, I guess. Last year, she went off to college, then granny died so we saw each other at the funeral, said we’d call but neither of us did… and we haven't really talked since." Eddie started finicking with a loose thread on his ripped jeans as a moment of heartfelt silence fell across the room. 

 Robin broke through that flawlessly, however. ‘So, call her now,’ she called out. Eddie looked up at her, bewildered. 

‘What, like right now?’ 

‘Yeah, invite her over to stay for the summer. I’m sure she’ll be glad you have re-entered civilisation and made some new friends.’ Robin’s eyes grew in size with excitement as she declared all the new plans, and the rest listened intently, whether they wanted to or not.

And that’s more or less why you were woken up in the middle of the night by the phone ringing. 

‘Hullo?’ you grudged out, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. ‘Hey, Judes.’Your brother’s voice came from the other side quietly, not at all what you were used from him… not that you were used to hearing anything at all these days. 

‘Hey, everything alright?’ You checked the alarm clock next to your bed. Why the hell was your brother calling you at 1 am? 

‘Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just with some friends and—’ 

‘Let me stop you right there,’ you cut him off, ‘are you either A) dying or B) in prison?’

‘No, I’m fine.’

‘Then why, in god’s damned name, are you calling me at this fucking hour?’ There was a moment of silence. Some mumbling on the other line, followed by a hushed curse as Eddie presumably checked the clock and finally realised what time it was. 

‘Shit, sorry. I didn’t even realise it was this late, like I said I’m just hanging out with some people.’

‘Figured.’ You grumbled, letting your head fall back onto your pillow. ‘I’m hanging up now, E–’

‘No wait!’ He shouted hard enough to wake you up again, as well as all your neighbours. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Then just do it. I’m trying to sleep.’

‘Would you want to come back to Hawkins for the Summer?’

‘Why the fuck would I want to go back to Hawkins?’ The sweltering heat was nothing to be missed, and the last time you were back in your hometown, the most interesting thing that happened was a man getting attacked by an owl. Of course, you missed your older brother and waited with a heavy heart for the day that he himself left that shithole to pursue the dreams you knew he still had. 

‘My friends want to meet you.’

‘I’ve been to like 5 of your “concerts”, you dork. I know all of your friends.’ Your eyes were getting heavier by the second, and all your energy was being used to remember to hold up the phone to your face and respond to whatever nonsense Eddie was spewing on the other end of the line. 

‘No, I uhh— I made somed new ones, believe it or not.’

‘No fucking way. At your grown age?’

‘Fuck off.’

‘No, fine, I’ll come. Will have to check with work but I’ll let you know this week.’

‘Ok, cool.’

‘Cool.’

‘Cool.’

‘I’m going to sleep now.’ 

‘Cool.’

‘Fuck you.’ And with that, you hung up. Not even five seconds later, you had dozed back off. 

Simultaneously, Eddie hung the phone back on the wall, feeling both as if a weight had fallen off his shoulder and as if he had just swallowed a giant boulder and was sinking to the bottom of Lover’s Lake. 

He turned around towards the room and was met with three awaiting pairs of eyes. 

‘And?’ Robin nudged him to speak.

‘She’s got to check her schedule.’ Eddie shrugged, not thinking much of it. That’s how your conversations have been over the last few years. Schedules always seemed to be booked, but promises would be made just to be broken over and over. So when his friends looked so excitedly at him, he was unsure what to do. After all, he doubted that this would be the time things would be different.

And how wrong he was. 

The next day, you called him back, this time waking him up at a slightly more human hour: noon. 

‘Sorry, I forgot you were taking your nap.’ You joked, certainly much to his appreciation, before telling him you got a few days off in the upcoming month. Maybe it was his abruptly awoken state, but it took a moment for the penny to drop and Eddie to react. And even then, it was a bit lacklustre. 

‘Ok, great. See you here in a few.’

It wasn’t your fault. At least not yours alone; in truth, you felt the same. Your childhood had not been a very stable one, as you moved from house to house as your parents tried to cling onto any job until it was finally too much. You and Eddie got dragged apart into two completely different sides of the world [that’s how big Indiana felt at the time, at least.] But no matter what, there was always one thing you could count on your family for: disappointment. 

Somehow, they [you and your brother included] just always managed to screw things up in the most fashionable way. To the point that it was easier not to have any hopes for anything because you knew that, to a certain extent, they would never be met. 

So, in the days leading up to your reunion, you didn’t let yourself be excited or dare to think of what to do or say to Eddie, only expecting a phone call from him to cancel everything with a half-assed apology. You knew that he was most likely awaiting the same thing from you. 

But somehow, against all odds, none of that happened. The days went by, and there were no changes to any plans. Your drive back to Hawkins was as smooth as ever, up to the Welcome sign. 

You weren’t entirely surprised to have learned that Eddie was still living with your uncle, but at least that was an address you knew all too well. It was really only once your wheels started to graze that gravel road that the reality of the situation hit you. And there he was, standing at the door of that damned box on wheels, hands in pockets like he always used to do when he was nervous, swinging back on forth on his feet. The only change was the cigarette between his lips to calm himself down. 

Assumably, at the sound of your approach, three heads popped out of the trailer door. More or less. You could see them looking through the little curtain that usually covered the window. You drove until you couldn’t any longer and stopped the car, taking the time for three deep breaths before getting out and into your brother's arms. 

‘You smell like shit.’ They were not meant to be the first words you said to him, but the ratchet stench of weed was overwhelming. 

‘Good to see you too.’ He hugged you tightly.

‘So good.’ You hugged him even tighter until he squeaked out in pain. 

Eddie groaned as you let go of eachother. ‘I really missed you, Judy.’

‘Wait, Judy?’ The curious heads finally popped out from behind the curtain and stepped out into the trailer's front yard. So it really was true: Eddie had made new friends—friends who looked particularly confused, just like you and Eddie had predicted at four years old. 

‘It’s just what Elroy calls me,’ you pointed at Eddie. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘Judy— Elroy— wait, like the Jetsons?’ The guy in the middle said. His brows had knitted together as he deducted this conclusion to your little joke, and you had to admit he looked pretty cute. 

‘Exactly like the Jetsons. It was one of the only things we could agree on watching together.’

‘Well, that’s just adorable.’ The girl on the cute guy’s right said before introducing herself. ‘I’m Robin.’ She waved her hand with a slightly awkward smile. ‘That’s Steve,’ she poked the guy in the ribs with her elbow as he just stood there like a lost, yet excited, puppy. 

‘Right, hey, hi.’ He leapt into motion, extending his hand for a shake. 

‘Hi.’ You replied before letting go, then turned your attention to the other girl who politely awaited her turn.

‘I’m Nancy. It’s really nice to meet you. Eddie’s told us so much about you.’

‘I highly doubt that.’ You laughed, glancing over at your brother, who you never knew to talk about personal things.

‘We might have forced him a little bit.’ Robin admitted. ‘Would you like a drink? We got some rootbeer on ice inside.’

‘My favou-

‘We know,’ they said in chorus, confirming the previous statement made.

You heard your car door open and shut behind you, and when you turned around, Eddie was hauling your bag over his shoulder.

‘You could have just left it in the car for now.’ Sure, the trailer park was full of interesting characters, but no one would go as low as stealing from their neighbours. 

‘It’s not safe.’ Eddie huffed out over the weight of the bag. ‘Not since the raccoon?’ 

‘Raccoon?’ You blinked, looking between Eddie and Steve, who held the door open for you.

‘It’s better if you don’t ask,’ Steve said, making you want to ask even more. As you entered the trailer, with endless images of what could have happened between Eddie and that raccoon, the smell of popcorn filled the small living room, and you found your spot on the couch next to a politely smiling Steve, you suddenly felt like your Summer in Hawkins could end up being quite interesting after all. 

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Hi Sarah! Hope you are well! I will be in Japan on January 15th, so i can't lose the incredibile opportunity to go to the concert. I waited for the general lottery hoping that it would be aviable on the international e+ stite, but unfortunatley it seems it is not the case.

I tryed with sos japan but they are not answering me, and with bridge but they told me they are full or requests and so can't help me.

I would appreciate it very much if you can suggest me something to get these tickets. Thank you!

Hello there!

I am so sorry for the late reply. You sent this while I was travelling last week so I didn't notice the new message in my inbox. I am happy to hear that you will be in Japan next January. Of course you'd want to use that opportunity to attend the Kalafina, I totally understand.

However, I am afraid we are already at a point where it's pretty tricky to get tickets.

Ticket sales are scheduled for the following dates: ■Wakana/KEIKO Fan Club Advanced Lottery October 10, 2024, 11:00 - October 20, 23:59 ■Hikaru X (formerly Twitter) Advanced Lottery October 25, 11:00 - November 4, 23:59 ■General Ticket Lottery November 9, 11:00 - November 11, 23:59 ■General Sale November 16, 10:00 -

We have gone through all the ticketing stages and it appears like there are no more tickets left on the e+ general sale. This is actually quite surprising since I didn't expect the concert to be sold out so quickly. The venue is huge and judging from everyone's dismissive reactions on Twitter, I had assumed that not many people were actually planning to attend. Guess the mood on Twitter didn't reflect the high demand of the general public.

From what I could tell, almost everyone who applied for the Wakana/KEIKO fan club ticket lotteries won a ticket so they must have had a lot of tickets available for those. A majority of all fan club members seems to have made use of that preliminary lottery because for the subsequent Hikaru lottery, there were quite a few people who didn't manage to win a ticket. The same applies to the general lottery. I saw several tweets of people being sad that they didn't win anything during that. Unfortunately, the general lottery period was very short so it would have been necessary to contact SOSJapan or a similar service very early in advance to figure out what you needed.

The general sale was over super quickly too so there are currently no official options available.

They might have plans to offer some left-over tickets on the overseas e+ site but they haven't announced anything yet in that regard. Knowing Space Craft, they will totally ignore Kalafina's overseas fanbase so I wouldn't count on that....

I know that a lot of tickets were bought by shady resellers who are now offering them for crazy prices on some random sites but for one, that's illegal so I wouldn't recommend going down that route and two, it would be a real hassle for a foreigner to even get their hands on one of those resold tickets so meh, not the best idea.

Your best bet right now is to ask around in fandom spaces and see if anyone got spare tickets. The good news is that many people applied for more than one ticket (myself included). The bad news is that most of those people will already have found someone to give their extra tickets to (myself included).

I will ask here on this blog and see if anyone can offer a spare ticket to you. If there's no one, you will have to ask around on other sites. You should probably check out the cantaperme forum or a number of different Kalafina Facebook communities and a post on Twitter can't hurt either (although you'll have to tag everything properly so the post reaches a good amount of people).

【Request】 Kalafina Anniversary Ticket

Does anyone still have a spare ticket for the upcoming Kalafina Anniversary Live? If you do, please contact me or @red------moon directly. Thank you!

【Update】 Spare Ticket Found

Great news! @hadi-sama has some spare tickets and is offering them to fellow loyal fans who are still in need of one. Thank you so much for your swift reply! @red------moon, please be sure to contact either me or him ASAP to figure out all the details. Thank you!

[impuls1veworm]

WOUNDED.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt: Hii could I request bonten members reactions when someone stopped there meeting and told them that Rindou's wife got shot in her shoulder and now they can't pull it out bc she can't calm down? Bonten looks at the reader (Rindou's wife) like their little sister.

A/N: Girl, I'm sorry this is like days late, I didn't even get an inbox notification. I'm glad I randomly checked my inbox today. I hope you like it. If you want more Bonten members, let me know. These are just the only ones that came to mind today.

— Sanzu, Mikey, and Ran.

Mikey:

Mikey knew he was not the best fit to be here. Any warmth or comfort he may have exuded once was long gone, replaced by a cold, aloof presence, not the most reassuring during a time like this. And, while Mikey did care for Rindou’s wife, thinking of her almost like a sister, the trauma of losing his real sister was hitting him all too hard as he walked through the doors of the hospital. The last time he was here for a sister figure, it ruined his life, sending him a downward spiral that he never could crawl out of.

Mikey didn’t let the panic clawing at the back of his mind show, though. Instead, his face held the same stoic expression it always held lately as he walked towards the first nurse he saw asking to be taken to you. She ushered Mikey toward the ER doors, taking him to one of the many rooms where you sat. Your top had been cut down the middle, exposing your back, as another nurse attempted to reason with you. You were actively shying away from their touch when you finally noticed Mikey had entered.

Mikey took a seat in front of you, taking hold of your hand that wasn’t linked to your hurt shoulder. “Be still,” Mikey demanded. You weren’t going to further damage your shoulder on his watch. He got a second chance at having a sister figure in his life, and he was going to keep you as whole as he could. If Mikey could wrap you in bubble wrap and force you to stay locked in your house all day, he would. Knowing you'd never do something like that, Mikey got out of his chair and walked to the corner of the room, making a few calls. The person who did this to you would be taken care of, but you didn't need to know that.

You weren’t going to be another Emma, and your perpetrator was going to be taken care of personally.

Sanzu:

You were the only tolerable thing about Rindou. If it wasn’t for you Sanzu’s relationship with Rindou would be as hostile as it was when they were younger, but, over the years, you grew on him. While Sanzu had siblings that were still alive and well, they were dead to him. Any brotherly instincts he had were long gone until the two of you grew closer. Slowly, he felt that icy part of his heart melt as it cautiously welcomed you in.

So when he walked through the doors of your hospital room to see you try to dissuade the nurse from pulling it out, carefully moving out the way of her hands, Sanzu felt himself get annoyed. There was no reason to keep the bullet in there, and you were taking up his time by being stubborn. “Sanzu! Tell them I don’t need—” You let out a yelp, cutting yourself off when Sanzu gave your hurt shoulder a gentle squeeze.

While Sanzu didn’t want you hurt, he also needed a way to shut you up and get you to listen. The nurse gave Sanzu a look of disbelief, but he wasn’t paying her any mind. “Now stop being a brat, let them help you,” Sanzu said, throwing himself into a chair in front of you. He heard you give out a scuff in disbelief. He guessed you were hoping he’d be more sympathetic to your condition.

You kicked at Sanzu, attempting to hit him in the shin, but he quickly moved his legs out the way, snickering at you. He may have been acting as usual, but he could feel his dominant hand twitching. Itching to go find the person who did this to you and do more than just return the favor.

But, he'll take care of that once you get home to Rindou.

Ran:

Ran had been in the city having a relaxing day off. It had been a long time since Ran had a real day off. He was tempted to even shut his phone off to not risk his mood being ruined, but he was glad he didn’t do it as he received a call he hoped he never would. He had gotten a call from the hospital telling him that you'd been hurt. It wasn’t critical, but you were being difficult, and he was the second emergency contact listed.

He quickly threw down a random amount of cash on his table before leaving the restaurant, barely getting the chance to eat his food. Ran could feel his heart pounding as he rushed to the hospital. You were like a sister and a best friend to him. You had been in his life longer than anyone, besides his brother, and he couldn’t handle the thought of you being harmed.

Ran didn’t want to inflate your ego, though. He paused outside your hospital room as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He ran a hand down his face and then smoothed his hair down before walking through the door. You were being defiant, not letting the nurse touch you. “Always got to give someone a problem,” ran teased, trying to lift the mood, so maybe you would be more cooperative.

You stopped pushing the nurse away and turned your attention to him. As your attention shifted to him, unloading your frustration from your pain and the situation as a whole, Ran looked away from you and locked eyes with the nurse. He gave her a small nod of approval, not stopping the conversation with you, and kept your attention on him as they worked on your shoulder.

He didn't need to worry about making any calls to people, knowing Rindou was already taking care of it. So, while Rindou did the dirty work, he'd sit here and keep you company as you were none the wiser to your husband's actions.

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox. Reuploaded since Tumblr is a bitch.

With love and big tits, Rose.

03: Close My Eyes

The clinks of glass and ceramic plates make my heart patter faster as I set the table. He’s coming here—he’ll be here any minute. 

I had to go to Manon for ideas on how to ‘try harder.’ It wasn’t simple to come up with something for whatever reason—every idea had some sort of flaw. Even this one. 

Hayden wasn’t easy to please. The man got himself everything, there was nothing that I could get him. I had to do something that just took effort of a skill I wasn’t entirely confident in—cooking. 

It was a simple dish. Pasta and garlic bread, something I knew he would like. The preparation was easy, but for some reason—it felt really emotional. I was swallowing thick clumps of anxiety while blinking up and the ceiling as I cooked the pasta. 

What was wrong?

I wanted to be excited for his reaction. I really fucking wanted to feel any sort of confidence, but all I felt was a puddle of nerves that made me feel a little sick. It started after I got his text, the one of him replying to mine, asking him to come over. He was already upset. Hayden didn’t like being in my apartment, that’s why we usually stuck to his place. 

But, this was a surprise. He was gonna come over and any lingering frustration from breaking our normal routine would be diminished when he saw me trying…right? 

Overthinking. I couldn’t stop overthinking. My outfit didn’t even seem good. I had changed a countless amount of times, but nothing seemed quite right. He wasn’t coming over dressed up. There was a high chance he was coming over in jeans and a T-shirt. The amount of clothes I had shoved into my laundry basket was ungodly. 

My heart stops as I hear the knocks on the door. 

Part of me wants to convince myself the nervous sweat starting to heat up the back of my neck is excitement, but I know it’s not. It’s fear. 

Swinging open the door for him, I watch as his furrowed brows cock upward in surprise analyzing my appearance. 

He’s happy. Something about his lightened expression makes me feel relief and regret at the same time.

Why did I wear this?

It was a skirt. Something I had to literally dig for in my wardrobe. I hated it. It was too short, too…too much. The soft red fabric felt like an article of clothing I would have to wear for modeling gigs—the type of shoots that made the mirror look like a threat. 

“Wow, babe…” 

Babe. Ugh. 

But, this is what I wanted. He’s content—this is progress. This can be something that makes me feel good if I just let it. I can’t have unconditional love if I don’t work for it. It’s a two-way street. He’s trying, I’m trying. 

This is something.

“Do you, um…wanna come in? I,” I open the door wider, letting him in and gesturing towards the small dining table that is somewhat hidden behind the countertops of my quaint kitchen set-up. Apartment living. “--I made us dinner. Pasta and garlic bread.” 

His shoes tap on my wooden floors like nails scratching on a chalkboard. Germs. But, his happy smile deters me from the annoyance as he waves his hands with disbelief, letting them land softly on my shoulders. 

“This is really sweet, thank you, I—c’mere,” he husks, pulling me into his chest as his hands swarm around my hips. 

Shouldn’t this feel…good? 

I let my hand pat on his back. The feeling of his hands squeezing into my sides makes my face crinkle. 

This will be worth it.

Please let this be worth it. 

__________

Hayden seemed more than pleased. The effort really seemed to pay off—to him. 

Even his chewing pissed me off. 

He had his phone on the table, placing it face down after checking it occasionally. His ‘buddies’ were all goofing around in the groupchat. I tried to listen to him explain the inside joke. It just wasn’t funny when he kept squeaking his shoes on the floor and leaving the information drifting off in the air as he kept getting distracted by his phone. 

I tried to eat. The food I had been working to make for a little under an hour didn’t even seem appealing. Not when I felt so uncertain and sick. 

His plate was empty besides some residue and crumbs. I piled mine onto his before taking the dishes over to my kitchen and placing them in the sink. He didn’t even offer to help. Or get off his fucking phone. 

After taking a deep breath, I turn around to find him sitting on my couch, sitting in the middle of the small piece of furniture with his legs spread lazily. He rests his phone on the coffee table. I pace over to him, expecting any sort of movement from his end to make room for me to sit. 

He doesn’t. 

“C’mere, just sit,” he directs, patting his lap while giving me a grin. 

Sighing, I try to let my anger fade. Why am I so frustrated? Why did this feel so belittling? I didn’t want to sit in his lap. But, I had only been so pent up about stupid things—things I could’ve voiced. Maybe if I had asked him to slip off his shoes, he would’ve. 

“I…could you just—take off your shoes? Sorry, I just don’t wanna—” 

I’m immediately cut off as he slips off his shoes, pulling me into his lap abruptly. My neck twists to the side as he nuzzles his nose against me, his breath making a laugh slip through my lips with an awkward discomfort. 

“Hmmmm,” he sighs, “-you look so sexy in this, babe. Did you wear it for me?” he asks. His hands plush against the tops of my thighs, sliding up and the skirt starts to bunch. Panic shrivels through my system as I clutch the fabric to sit straight. 

“Um, I,” my words hitch in my throat as I feel him place rough, hungry kisses on my neck. His hands push mine to the side, nearly pulling my skirt to bunch at my hips before I forcefully pull it back down. “-Hayden, I don’t wanna have sex tonight.” 

The statement seems to make him scoff against, his hands wandering to grip my waist before he lets himself cup my breast. “Ugh—are you sure? I mean, c’mon…” he gruffs. 

Gritting my teeth, I take his wrist and throw his hand back onto the couch, standing up and pulling down my skirt. “You can’t just do that. That—that’s—” My nose scrunches with frustration as I run blank with words. 

“That, what? Makes you feel unimportant?” he spits, echoing the same words that I had said to him when promising to try harder. 

Fuck.

I don’t know if it’s the anger of just the piles of emotions, but the warmth clouds my vision with tears as I bite into my cheek. 

“How does it make you feel? I just—fuck. I wanted to feel good. With you. That’s what couples do. Why the fuck—” he clenches his jaw before taking a deep breath, lowering his tone. “-why the fuck do you not want anything to do with me? I get that you tried—you made dinner. But…I just wanted to be a normal couple for once. You…you don’t even let me kiss you in public and now…” 

“I don’t like PDA. It—it makes me uncomfortable,” I say, whispering quietly as my chest gets heavier and heavier by the second. 

“You won’t even let me kiss you in private right now,” he points out. 

Because I know it won’t just be kissing. 

It’s what I wanna say. But the rage is fading into confusion and sadness as he looks at me pointedly. 

Hayden sighs deeply, resting his elbows on his knees before extending his hands out. Hesitantly, I place my hands in his. “Hey,” he starts, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles while staring up at me. “-I just wanna appreciate you. We don’t have to tonight, I guess. I…I know you’re trying and we’re getting there, okay?” 

He’s trying, I’m trying.

But how am I not trying hard enough? 

Why did I have to just…snap?

If I had said it nicer, maybe it wouldn’t be like this. Maybe we wouldn’t have to feel like this. 

Maybe I’m not trying enough. 

“Come sit on my lap. We…we don’t have to do anything. Let’s just…I don’t know—we could watch a movie?” 

I nod, sitting back into his lap as he wraps an arm around my waist, leaning forward and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. As he pulls the object back, it flips his phone upwards. The bright screen catches my attention, my curiosity keeping my eyes trained on the small notifications that are unreadable from the distance. 

“Are you serious?” he huffs, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop—” I start, getting cut off by his brutally rushed voice. 

“If either of us were cheating, it would be you with the guys you hangout with all the time. You’re…fuck, just—let’s try to have a good night. You make shit so difficult sometimes.” 

I feel the uncomfortable edge of his phone prod into my thigh as I try to shift around. Hayden hisses through his teeth, a painful grip from his hands grasping into my hips. 

“Could you not? If—fuck,” he groans, making my body freeze to a stop, despite the prodding discomfort. “--are you sure, babe? We—”

“I…I don’t—” 

“It’s fine.” he cuts off. 

It’s not fine. His voice and his grasping hands staying latched onto me tell me it’s anything but fine. He’s frustrated. Just as much as me—if not more. 

My heart sinks into my near empty stomach as I sit tensely in his grip. A movie starts playing—a random one I’ve never seen before. I can tell by his laugh from the first line that this is one of the movies he likes. And I didn’t even know what it was. 

All I knew was I felt like shit. 

__________

I had been spam texting Manon like crazy. Hayden had left around an hour ago in an awkward silence, but fuck—that tension still lingered and I could feel my nails gripping into my own arms for some desperation to be grounded. 

She was busy. She had to go to bed since she had a ridiculously early shoot tomorrow. Her ‘goodnight’ text made my heart sink. 

And then there was another knocking on the door. 

Did he already come back? 

Taking soft steps to make as little noise as possible, I glance through the peephole and nearly drop to the floor. Matt’s face is impossibly close to the little tunnel. A breathless laugh pushes through my lips as I open the door, coming face-to-face with him.

“Matt? Jesus—you scared me!” I exclaim. 

“Sorry, I—I would’ve texted, but I was just, um…” his eyes shift to look behind. I swing the door open further, nodding my head inside as he walks in. “---Nick and Chris are at some party, but I got bored so I…came here, I guess?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

Tilting my head at his uncertain tone, I shut the door. Matt places a plastic bag on the counter, bending slightly to slip his shoes off and place them on the rack next to my sneakers. 

“What’s in the bag?” I ask. 

“Oh! Look, c’mere-” I follow behind Matt as he opens the crinkled bag. As he opens it, he pulls out a bag of chocolates—the chocolates I loved, but could never get. They were seasonal. Specifically–Valentine’s Day. I had only ever told him about them since we had only met in the summer and it’s only been a couple of months. 

“Matt! How did you find these!” I exclaim. He tears open the bag with a smile, grabbing a handful and hovering his hand in the air. I open my palm, a jittering flutter of nostalgia flowing through my body as the familiar pink Hershey Kiss wrappers land in my hold. 

“Apparently you can buy them online and I did a little bit ago just in case you were havin’ a bad day, ya know? I, also—” he reaches back in the bag, pulling out wax candy bottles, something he’s told me about from his own childhood. Matt was shocked when I said I’d never tried them before. He was determined to have me try one at some point.

I guess today was the day. 

A pout of overwhelming emotions clouds on my face. I set the chocolates down on the counter before wrapping my arms around his neck. Matt is stiff for a second. He melts into me completely, his arms hesitantly wrapping around my waist and his nose digging into my hair. 

“Thank you, I…I was having a shit day, to be honest.” 

He remembers—somehow he just knows. 

“I…of course, can we just, um—maybe let’s just sit on your couch and talk? Eat some junk?” he offers. A smile covers my face as I quickly nod against his chest. I go to pull away, letting out a light gasp as he tugs me in closer to his chest. 

It’s so warm.

I should question the extended hug. I should awkwardly laugh and pull away. But—I can’t help but melt into him completely, a sad look of reality crossing over my face as I reminisce on the heavy feeling in my chest. 

“Are you okay? Like—really?” he whispers. 

There’s a certain spotlight that makes everything seem more real. And it makes my eyes burn with warm tears as I choke on a dry laugh. 

“I mean—”

I try to play it off. The lighthearted choke is cut off as I feel him hug me tighter into his chest, making my voice crack as something just shatters in me. 

“No,” I let out shakily. “-not really, I…” I grow silent with trembling lips. 

“Hey, hey, hey, you don’t have to say anything, okay? I—we’re….we’re friends, I’m here for you. Let’s just relax for a bit, yeah?” he voices. 

The pressure from overwhelming emotions is relieved by his words. I don’t have to talk, I don’t have to do anything but relax.

Finally. 

A/N: Thank you for reading. Any interaction is appreciated!!! I am hoping to get out weekly updates of this series. Let me know your thoughts !!!

[goodneighborxfallout]

Sole getting caught by Hancock by pickpocketing him or stealing his caps which leads to a misunderstanding as sole gets turned on by the thrill of the situation which Hancock didn't know about.

Thank you for requesting! I'm not too happy with how this turned out, but my god this request has been in my inbox for literal years so it was about time I answered it. Sorry it took me forever!

It was a random Tuesday evening. You and Hancock had just gotten back to Goodneighbor to check how the place was holding up without their mayor present. Hancock had gone off to talk to some of the more important people in town while you decided to just hang out in the Old State House. You were tired from traveling and your legs were heavy, but you weren’t sure about sleeping arrangements. Before Hancock became one of your traveling buddies, you’d stay in Hotel Rexford whenever you spent the night in Goodneighbor. You weren’t sure how things would go tonight, so the only thing you could do was wait for the mayor to return from his business talks. In the meantime, you were walking around the second floor, checking out the decorations of the place while twirling a canister of jet in your hand. However, suddenly a hand wrapped around your wrist and with a hard tug your body spun around to your captor: Mayor Hancock himself. Took him long enough. 

“What’s that you got in your hand, sunshine?” the ghoul asked, his voice low and raspy. 

You didn’t notice yet that something was up. 

“Just some jet,” you answered plainly. 

“Some jet that doesn’t belong to you.” 

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Was he pissed? Sure, you found the jet on his coffee table but you didn’t see the problem. He frequently gave you chems while traveling so why would this be any different? However, you also didn’t mind angering him. 

“Of the people, for the people, right?” You mocked him. 

Hancock chuckled, and your heart jumped in your chest. 

You and Hancock had a strange relationship. At first, you didn’t really like him. The way he towered over people from his balcony, and rewarded them with free chems for answering simple questions as if they were dogs doing tricks he taught them rubbed you the wrong way. So when Bobbi tricked you into raiding Hancock’s strongroom, you stuck with her. You thought you’d no longer be welcome in Goodneighbor after killing Fahrenheit, but Hancock was strangely chill about it. That was when your dynamic changed: He ordered you to kill Bobbi. It was intimidating, threatening even. But it was the first time you understood why people were attracted to him. You’ve been traveling together ever since and unfortunately, you never saw that side of him again, until now maybe?

“You know damn well I don’t tolerate people stealing from me. Now if this was your first offense against me, I’d let it go, but it’s not, is it? Can’t have this turning into a habit.” 

Your heart was racing now. 

“So what will you do about it?” You said it in a challenging way, but you were full-on ready to obey his every command. 

“Good question.” Hancock took the jet from your hand and created some distance between you two. He leaned against the couch and crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze was stuck on you. “How about some community work, huh? Heard Daisy could use help dealing with some bigots.”

Community work??? If this was a movie scene, the music would now be cut off abruptly by a record scratch. 

“You’re joking,” you deadpanned. 

“I’m not. Now get out of my sight.” 

You didn’t move, however. Stubbornly, you crossed your arms over your chest and pulled your eyebrows up at him. “And what if I refuse?”

Hancock chuckled and looked down to the ground. Your heart was racing, anticipating his every move. You knew you’d be in real danger if you pissed him off too much, but this entire argument was about 1 canister of jet, so you were pretty sure it wasn’t going to escalate. “I’m tired, sweetheart. Let’s not do this.” 

“Come on, Hancock, it’s one canister of jet that I didn’t even use. You’re the one making a big deal out of this.” 

“You know what, you’re right,” he said. No. No, no, no. “I guess I really am tired. I’ll let it go this time, just don’t do it again.” 

You almost sighed out loud. This was not how it was supposed to go… Guess you’d have to steal from him again… 

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A few days passed. The two of you were still in Goodneighbor and random chems kept mysteriously disappearing from Hancock’s stash. Of course, he suspected you, but you deliberately had been sneaky about it to rile him up. 

Now it was finally time to let him catch you. You took some jet - as that was the chem that had started this all - and kept it in your pockets to use at the perfect time. That time was now: You were hanging around Hancock’s bedroom, door wide open, and had just heard him come up the stairs. 

“Are you deliberately trying to piss me off?” 

You turned to Hancock who was leaning against the door post with his arms crossed over his chest. You had just taken a hit and let out a relieved exhale before throwing the empty canister of jet to the ground. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Hancock chuckled lowly and pushed himself away from the doorpost, after which he started to approach you. Your heart was racing in your chest. This time, you couldn’t screw up.

“Which part of ‘don’t steal from me’ is too hard for you to understand, sweetheart?” 

“Oh you said ‘don’t’? I must’ve misunderstood,” Your tone was dripping with dishonesty. “Thought you were all about sharing.” 

“Do we have a problem here?” It wasn’t clear if it was supposed to sound threatening or if he genuinely wondered if things had gone south between you two. But one thing was obvious: He still wasn’t catching on. 

“A problem? Us? I don’t think so,” you said innocently. Then you took a step towards him. Your bodies were almost touching now and you let one of your hands rest on his chest. You were done being subtle. You thought he’d figure things out quickly, but so far it had failed so it was time to just make things plain obvious. “But it seems you’ve been having trouble with some chem thief. You should do something about that.” 

Hancock hummed. "And seeing as you're always so helpful, I'm sure you've got some suggestions for handling this thief?"

You bit your lip and let your hand slowly travel down his body. Though you were behaving confidently, deep down you were a nervous wreck. "I guess you could punish them."

You could see it in his eyes: a sudden realization. He had finally put two and two together, but his reaction wasn’t what you had anticipated. You thought he’d get a bit cocky, instead, his nickname for you quietly left his mouth and he took a step back. Or well, he tried to, but your hand that was now close to his abdomen took hold of his shirt and pulled him back. “Don’t you dare back off now,” you growled lowly. “I keep trying to piss you off because it’s hot as fuck, but you keep forgiving me.”

Hancock chuckled. “What can I say? It seems I just have a soft spot for you.” Then he turned serious. “You sure you want this, sweetheart?” 

You nodded eagerly. “Please.”

“Ever been with a ghoul before?”

“What’s it matter? I-”

“We look different.”

“I’m aware,” you said with a small smirk and raised eyebrows but it clearly didn’t set him at ease. 

“Everywhere, Sole.” 

“Okay, let me spell it out for you: I. Want. You. That clear enough?” 

Hancock let out a small chuckle. “Fine. But you suddenly change your mind? I do something you don’t like? You tell me, okay? We’ll stop immediately.” 

“Okay. Now can you please go back to threatening me?”

[91divoc]

Hi Leo! Just wanna ask or request if can we have some 3 x 5 doodles and headcannons please? Because I have saw your post not too long ago that you shipped this two (a little bit)😅

oops forgot i had an inbox.

i do not have any doodles of them unfortunately, i haven't gotten around to it. they're forever stuck as a couple of stick figures in my wip. but i can provide headcanons

random 3x5 headcanons let's go:

-very clean household. james hates dirt, and henry is something along the lines of a paranoid germaphobe. you can probably see your reflection in every surface

-height difference is real, and henry will put james in air jail

-gossip sessions

-theyre both vain in one way or the other, and can sometimes clash with eachother

-"ew god, you smell like fish" "i just got done pulling the kipper" "get tf away from me"

-in other words, james despises henry's job with pulling the kipper bc afterwards he usually smells atleast just a little bit like the fish, and james cant stand even the faintest smell of it

-theyre either arguing over stupid shit or loving on eachother, no inbetween

-james is big spoon. it makes his pride feel a bit better, and he just likes cuddling henry, hes like a big bear. henry also just likes to be cuddled

-basically that one audio "ok im ready, how do i look?" "fine, lets go" "fine!? i need gorgeous! im changing"

-they both slowly started to bond over sharing about their most traumatic crashes, and sometimes trauma dump/vent to one another

-don't tend to act all lovely dovey with eachother until theyre alone from prying eyes. occasionally will kiss in public, but usually just stick to hugs and handholding

-probably bully/lh eachother for fun or to play with eachother

-actually care very deeply about eachother and their feelings. will constantly check in to make sure the other is doing ok

-henry gave james a small, easy to care for plant as a little gift. james secretly does his best to take extremely good care of it, and even named it