#im behind on the other prompts but i managed to have this ready on time :D

[mystical-salamander]

For the @bahrynfestival

Day 4: Commitment

I feel like marriage and agreeing to go to the secret home planet of your husband's people (that you didn't know existed until just then because he asked if you trusted him and you immediately said yes) are pretty big commitments aren't they?

[seiya-starsniper]

for the angst prompt!! "why does this feel like goodbye?"

im laying my heart down for you to trample on it

Vi I hope you like weird sci-fi vibes because this is what my brain wanted to write today 😅

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“You need to leave before this whole place explodes!” Hob yells, gesturing frantically towards the cargo bay where the escape pods are located. “Now, Dream!”

“I’m not leaving without you!” Dream yells back, frustrated. “We’re a team! Partners don’t leave each other behind.” 

Hob barks out a laugh. “Better late than never, I guess,” he says grinning like his birthday has come early. “You know I’m the only one with the self-destruct codes. And there’s still people on the ship. They need someone to help them escape safely. I’ll catch up later once everything’s ready.”

“Hob, don’t lie to me,” Dream warns. He may not be as familiar as Hob with the ship’s mechanics, but even he knows the distance between the control panel and the cargo bay is too far to outrun the self-destruct timer. It was built as a last resort and the person who sets it off is meant to go down with the ship.  

“I’ve always got a trick or two up my sleeve, Dream,” Hob replies, giving him his signature wink. “I’ll find my own way off the ship before it explodes.”

Dream doesn’t believe him. He’s known Hob too long to recognize the false bravado behind that smile. Hob doesn’t have a plan.

“If you truly have a plan to escape,” Dream growls, stepping closer to Hob, “then why does this feel like goodbye?”

The sad smile he receives from Hob nearly knocks Dream off his feet.

“I never could fool you, not really,” Hob says. “ You’re right. There’s no guarantee that I’ll make it off the ship in time. But I’m going to do my damnest to try, and I need you to trust me, okay?” 

Dream wants to yell, wants to scream that this is a terrible idea. Wants to drag Hob off the ship with him, the consequences be damned. 

Instead, he wraps his arms around Hob and pulls him into a kiss.

Despite the circumstances, they don’t rush as their lips brush and Hob’s tongue eventually slips into his. Dream groans as their bodies press together, and by the time they pull apart, they’re both breathing heavily. 

Dream levels Hob with a serious stare. 

“Promise me you’ll escape. Swear it.” Dream demands.

“Holy shit,” Hob breathes. “I - yes. I’ll find my way back to you. I promise. Keep your communicator on. That’s how I’ll find you.”

Dream steals one more kiss, then dashes off to go gather the last of the crew to escape. 

The ship explodes fifteen minutes after their escape pod launches. 

Dream clutches tightly at his communicator, hoping against all odds, and waits.

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Dream’s communicator has been silent for 26 months.

Specifically it has been 26 months, 10 days, 8 hours and 45 minutes since he fled the explosion of The Leviathan, a ship whose crew had been overrun by enemy forces. Dream managed to escape with the last of their team, but Hob…

Dream refuses to give up hope. He’s been separated from Hob for long stretches of time before (but never this long). Hob is resourceful, they’ve survived so many near-death experiences together, survived a literal planet explosion together with nothing but hope and Hob’s stubborn refusal to die.

So Dream waits. Hob said…he promised he would come back to Dream. They’d kissed on it. Dream’s lips still tingle when the memory washes over him.

Dream sighs when his stomach begins to grumble, and he places the device down on the nightstand, and walks out of his room to eat with his crew in the mess hall. 

In the darkness of the room, there is a crackle of static, and the communicator screen lights up.

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[froggy-with-a-knife]

lasertag

pairing: reyna x reader

prompt: inspired by that post about your oto going lasertagging (i've seen it on my timeline at some point but i'm to lazy to look for it)

word count: ~1300

warning: not proofread, sry

A/N: i've never played lasertag so think of the game they're playing as less of a lasertag game and more of a vp training session with fake guns

"Shit"

You quickly slung the weapon over your back, barely dodging the fire coming your way as you ran for cover behind the next wall, sliding the last meters to safety on your knees.

You looked for any sign that you had been hit, but luckily came up empty. Taking your rifle, you peeked out into the open, scanning your surroundings for your opponent. Darkness enveloped the room, making it hard to see clearly. Only a faint movement of shadows on the other side gave away your enemy's position.

Taking aim, you waited for a clear shot, finger hovering over the trigger. You hit Phoenix square in the chest, bullseye. The Brit scowled, as the light on his vest turned red and bells rang out, signaling his 'death'. You couldn't surpress the satisfied smile as your friend stomped away in anger, muttering under his breath.

You took cover again, finger moving to your earpiece.

"KJ, how does it look on your end?", you asked, aware that with Phoenix out of the game, there was only one enemy player left.

But having a two versus one advantage meant nothing when the one you were up against was Reyna.

"I lost sight of her, but she was somewhere around-"

The comms cut off suddenly and you sighed when the death chime sounded once more. At least you had a vague idea where Killjoy had been before she was eliminated. That should help you track down the Mexican.

With everything on the line, you kept your weapon ready, not daring to sling it over your back for more mobility. You knew Reyna's combat style well. She was quick, merciless, and precise. Your only hope was to find her first and take her by surprise.

As silently as you could, you walked through the maze of the lasertag arena, retracing the route that KJ had taken, your eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows, ears listening for any sound that could give your opposition away.

However, the thing with Reyna was, she was not only quick and accurate but could also be silent if she wanted to be. You didnt even realize she was approaching, until you felt the barrel of her weapon press into your back, freezing you in place.

"Hello, darling", she whispered smugly into your ear followed by a throaty chuckle that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your grip on your gun slackened until it hang loosely at your side. She already had you at gunpoint, the game was over.

"Reyna", you acknowledged quietly, heart beating out of your chest. Slowly, you turned around to face her, hands raised in surrender. The end of her gun came to rest on the marker on your chest. All, she would have to do was pull the trigger.

Her magenta eyes were glowing, making you wonder, like so many times before, whether she could actually see in the dark. Kind of like a cat or an owl. It wouldnt surprise you. Pretty much everything about her has been adapted for battle, why not her sight?

Even in the dim light of the arena you could see her raise an eyebrow at your quick surrender.

"Giving up so easily? You could at least attempt to fight me."

You offered her as genuine a smile as you could manage, given the disappointment of your imminent defeat.

"I know when I'm beaten. Im just glad it's you and not Phoenix. I couldn't take all the gloating."

"Oh, I plan to gloat alright, dont you worry", Reyna informed you, pursing her lips in thought, "But I dont think I'll let you off so quickly."

You frowned as she pressed the barrel more firmly to your chest with an almost predatory smile, prompting you to take a couple of steps backwards.

"What, why-"

Reyna shushed you, clicking her tongue in disapproval, eyes flashing with mischief.

"No questions. Just do what I say."

Hard to argue with that when you are at gunpoint. Besides, you were, admittedly, curious about what she had planned. Slowly she forced you backwards into a secluded corner, hidden from prying eyes by tall walls. She nodded to your gun next.

"Put that away. I dont want you to try anything."

Slowly but purposefully you took your gun and put it on the floor, sending it skitting to the other side with a firm and well-placed kick. Reyna's stance relaxed slightly, weapon lowering for the first time. It's not like she needed it now. You posed no threat at all, unarmed and backed into a corner as you were.

Weirdly enough the absence of the gun barrel made you more nervous. Without something separating you, the closeness of the other woman became all too apparent to you. There was no denying the attraction you felt for her under normal circumstances. But while you were usually able to ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the way your pulse quickened, there was no dismissing them this time, nothing to distract yourself with, nowhere to escape.

You swallowed agains the lump in your throat, failing to keep your eyes from staring at her lips as she came even closer, caging you in by placing her hands on the wall behind your head.

"What now?" , you asked, sounding almost out of breath. You forced your eyes to meet hers and she smirked, leaning close.

"Now, I think I deserve a reward for winning, don't I?"

Obviously, you agreed. You eagerly met her halfway, lips crashing together with raw passion, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Reyna pushed against you until your bodies were pressed flushed against one another, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Her hands were in your hair in an instant, making you let out a moan that you'd be embarassed about later. You move your hands to rest on her hips, needing an anchoring point.

Reyna dominated the kiss and you had absolutely no objections to that. After the first frantic moments had passed, she angled your head in a way that allowed her to ease you into a slower, surprisingly tender kiss. One of her hands moved to cup your face, thumb caressing your cheek in a gesture that made your heart skip a beat.

Once the need for air became impossible to ignore, she pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed, breath mingling with hers as you tried to savour the moment, lips tingling pleasantly.

Reyna used your distractedness and turned her attention to your neck, lips tracing a path all the way down to your pulse point. Your grip on her hips tightened, pulling her body even more into yours. You could feel the way her lips pulled into a smirk, satisfied with your reaction.

"I hate to cut this short, cariño", she murmured in between kisses, pulling away from your neck, much to your chagrin. If possible, her eyes were shining even more brightly than before, and even the tattos on her arms were shimmering magenta. She looked mesmerising and the sight of her was a little too distracting, you almost missed her next words completely.

"But sadly, the other's are waiting."

Her gun fired and the bell signaled your defeat to your teammates waiting outside, but you were still too lightheaded from the makeout session to care. Seeing, the state you were in, Reyna smiled more softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before detantljng herself from you.

"We can continue this later, if you like", she offered picking up your gun and holding it out to you. You take it slowly, clearing your throat.

"I would- I'd like that a lot."

"Good", she grinned, matching the one on your face, "Now come, it's time to gloat."

[ladylynse]

Happy Halloween! 👻

For continuing a three sentence fic - I’d love it if you wrote more of the second idea for “file cabinet” or the thermos/drowning fic

Links:

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/728500835869474816/i-went-on-a-trip-down-memory-lane-and-visited

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/185211125716/hi-there-im-feeling-a-little-evil-today-so-how

Happy Halloween, Anon! I think the file cabinet was the more popular prompt with people, so I went with that one even though the temptation to torture Danny further was very much there. The original three sentence fic is copied here, and the rest is under the cut.

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Logically, Vlad knew Daniel couldn’t escape his current predicament without help, and the vultures—incompetent though they could be at times—were capable of handling the simple task of alerting Vlad to the inevitable arrival of Daniel’s little friends.

That didn’t stop Vlad from giving into the urge to pull open the middle drawer of his filing cabinet to make sure the little badger hadn’t woken up and escaped since Vlad had stuffed him in there upon Valerie’s unexpected arrival, though.

Vlad had gotten Valerie out of his hair sooner rather than later, and his newest invention had done the trick in taking care of Daniel since he was still unconscious, but Vlad couldn’t help but feel that the other shoe had yet to drop; he’d won this time, but he still half expected something to explode in his face whenever he opened the drawer to check that Daniel was still there, and he doubted he’d feel otherwise until Daniel woke up and was finally forced to come to the realization that he didn’t have the upper hand.

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In hindsight, Vlad supposed he should not be surprised that the other shoe had waited to drop until the little badger had woken up.

Oh, Daniel still didn’t have access to his ghost powers—Vlad had made quite sure of that—but it seemed that he was far from powerless.

Evidently, lock picking and untying knots had been added to Daniel’s repertoire, and Vlad would have to ghost-proof some cable ties in the near future. Daniel’s escaping the pilfered Fenton Fisher line was less of a surprise than his escaping the purloined Fenton Cuffs (Vlad had wanted to account for the possibility of another ghost helping him as best he could), since Vlad had no idea what he’d managed to use as a lockpick. Sam’s influence, no doubt. Her parents weren’t as high class as they liked to pretend, but Vlad had met them enough times even before moving to Amity Park to be quite sure she’d taught herself how to pick locks in early childhood.

Not that any of the particulars mattered when Daniel, freed of his bindings and his gag and now the filing cabinet drawer, was hurling priceless Packers memorabilia in Vlad’s direction and cursing up a storm while doing so.

“Language,” Vlad scolded lightly. He was intangible and floating just slightly off the ground, and he had a duplicate ready to ambush Daniel before he could grab something else Vlad didn’t want to be destroyed, but it was hard to keep up the pretence of indifference when he could hear something break as it hit the wall behind him.

Sadly, that was the reason Vlad was down to one duplicate.

Daniel scowled. “Says the guy who thinks butter biscuits is a satisfying swear. Seriously, get a better writer. Maybe you can hire the Ghost Writer because your original stuff sucks.”

“That’s not—!” Vlad bit off his protest. Daniel was trying to rile him, but at least when he’d started talking, he’d stopped throwing. Vlad let the duplicate lapse; he didn’t need the headache of splitting his concentration, and Daniel seemed bound and determined to give him a headache. “I’ll be frank with you, shall I?”

“I mean, I guess calling you Frank is a step up from what you usually want me to call you, but….”

Vlad heroically resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Let me be crystal clear. Whether you like it or not, you fell for my trap, and your little friends are going to be more than preoccupied with dealing with my employees. You may have escaped from a drawer, but you have not escaped this room, and you will not escape me. You do not have as many options as you seem to think you do.”

Daniel tilted his head. “You sure about that? Because I think you have it backwards. You fell for my trap, my friends are keeping your employees busy, and now you don’t have as many options as you think you do.”

Vlad shot him a withering look. “Bluffing will get you nowhere.”

“Who says I’m bluffing? Even if you don’t think we saw your setup coming a mile away after all those hints Skulker’s been dropping, Sam and Tucker aren’t my only friends.”

“The ghosts—”

“The rest of my friends are not automatically ghosts. Geez, don’t you stalk me enough to know that? Wasn’t that what all your creepy spy stuff was for? Learning everything about me and Mom?”

Vlad sighed, but Daniel would only keep interrupting. Vlad wouldn’t lose anything by humouring him on this. “I can handle your sister.”

“Okay, one, she’s gotten better, and two, she’s not who you’re missing, so it’s a moot point even if you don’t believe me.” Daniel grinned. “So how about some show and tell?”

The final words were pitched louder and carried an emphasis they shouldn’t have, given the mundane nature of the conversation, which should have been Vlad’s first clue. Or perhaps his second. Third? The first clue he shouldn’t have missed, anyway.

But hindsight is always 20/20.

“I dunno,” said Valerie’s voice above him, clear even above the whine of her charging ecto-gun. “You told me a lot, and this showed me a lot, and I didn’t hear a lot of denying going on where it mattered.”

Vlad slowly raised his hands, though that was more for the show of it than anything else. Half the weapons he gave Valerie wouldn’t work on him, or at least wouldn’t work well—if he could figure out a way to exclude his ecto-signature and therefore being recognized as a ghost, he’d done it—but she wouldn’t know that.

Besides, being shot with an ecto-gun in this form would hurt more than it would a regular human, even though he’d set these sorts of weapons to automatically adjust and downgrade their charge should they ever be aimed at him or one of his duplicates.

“Whatever lies Daniel has been telling you—”

“He’s not the one who’s been lying to me,” Valerie hissed, and as Vlad finished turning to look up at where she was perched at the window entrance she always used, he realized that her weapons were not lit with his ecto-energy but with Daniel’s.

They had planned this.

Daniel really hadn’t fallen for his trap; he’d waltzed into it and turned it to his advantage.

Butter biscuits.

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[gunilslaugh]

im sorry ik that ur requests are closed, but i LOVED jiseok’s oneshot, where the reader is their manager’s daughter! Can we may have a part two?

Here you go Part 2 to Manager’s Daughter

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: Yours and Jiseoks’ date after their concert and you finally talk to your mom.

WC:~1.4k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Xdinary Heroes were performing their last song before they would end their concert. 

“Jiseok and I are going to get something to eat after the concert,” you informed your mom.

“Oh! Like a date?” She says surprised, both of her eyebrows raising.

“Yeah, like a date,” you told her.

“So he found the courage to ask you out?” She asked you with her full attention. 

“You knew that he liked me?” You questioned her, taken aback.

“I had a feeling. He always seemed to be very interested whenever I mentioned you,” she reveals. 

“See it’s your fault that he likes me. You talked about me too much,” you playfully nudged her. 

“At least he has good taste,” she states. It was nice to talk to your mom like this. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had “girl talk”.

The members said their last goodbyes and the concert officially ended. They made their way off stage and headed back to the waiting room with you and your mom following behind them.

“You guys did great,” you tell them as you enter the room. They each let out some form of a thank you. They began to pack up their instruments, getting ready to leave.

“You ready?” Jiseok approached you.

“Yeah,” you responded.

“Ready for what? Where are you two going?” Gunil interjected.

“They’re going on a date,” your mom answered with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Mom!” You instantly complain. The other members look at each other in shock.

“So that’s what you were talking to her about. You actually had the guts to-” Jooyeon begins to talk.

“Shall we go now?” Jiseok asks you urgently.

“Faster the better,” you say. The two of you fleeing the room before any further questioning could go on

“My members are so gonna tease me about this when I get to the dorm,” Jiesok groans. 

“My mom probably won’t be much better,” you said. 

The both of you walked to a nearby restaurant and placed your orders. Beginning to talk while you wait for your food to be served.

“Well you already know some things about me thanks to my mom, so tell me about you,” you tell him.

“This may sound a bit crazy, but I’m in a band,” he states, causing you to laugh.

“No way. What’s your band's name?” You played along, causing Jiseok to laugh too. You guys' food was served and you continued to chat while eating. Once you finished eating you guys paid for your meals and left the restaurant. You guys walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. 

“You must miss your parents. You don’t get to see them much right?” You say. 

“I do miss them, but I try to talk to them as much as I can,” he answers. “You miss your mom too though,” he points. 

“But I still see her everyday. Which makes me missing her silly,” you responded.

“It’s not silly y/n. Your feelings are valid,” Jiseok proclaims. “Why haven’t you ever told your mom how you feel?” He prompts you.

“At first I thought her being a manager was really cool. How could my mom working with idols not be cool? Over time her being away on schedules so often started to make me feel a bit lonely, but that’s a part of her job I understand that, so I just ignored that loneliness. Then seeing how much time idols got to spend with my mom. Way more time than she ever spends with me. I started to get jealous. Her being a manager didn’t seem cool to me anymore, but I know she really enjoys her job and I didn’t want to take away from that. I just stayed silent,” you explained to Jiseok. 

“Even if she does enjoy her job, she cares about you way more y/n,” he told you.

“That’s why I don’t want to make things complicated for her,” you voiced. “Yes, I wish I could spend more time with her, but that’s just me being greedy,” you rationalized.

“Then be greedy,” Jiseok says. “You and your mom have a good relationship, don’t let your kept feelings eat that away. Talk to her,” he sincerely tells you. The bus arrives and the two of you get on. During the ride to your stop you reflect over Jiseok’s words. You know that you should talk to your mom, but a part of you is scared. 

“We’re here,” Jiseok pulls your arm, pulling you out of your thoughts. You guys get off the bus and Jiseok begins to walk you home. 

“Thank you,” you thanked him.

“For what?” he asks you.

“For encouraging me to talk to my mom,” you elaborated.

“It’s no problem. I just want you to be happy,” Jiseok declares, grabbing your hand in his. A smile finds its way onto your lips.

“Our next date should be happier. The end of this one turned into you being my therapist,” you chuckled.

“We could go to the arcade, that'd be fun,” Jiseok suggested.

“Sure, the arcade it is,” you agreed. The two of you arrived at your house. “You can leave me here. My mom’s probably gonna bombard me with questions as soon as I get inside,” you told Jiseok, stopping at your driveway.

“I’ll watch you walk up. I had a good time,” Jiseok informs.

“I did too. Text me when you get back to your dorm,” you replied.

“I will, “ he nodded.

“Goodnight,” you wished him.

“Goodnight,” he wished you back. You turned walking up the driveway. Once you reached your door you turned around to wave at Jiseok. He waved back, beginning to walk away. You used your keys to open the door and surely enough there was your mom popping up from the couch.

“How was it?” She questioned you eagerly. 

“There will be a second date,” is how you answered. “Before we get into that though, can we talk?” You asked. The atmosphere of the room shifted.

“Of course, what’s up?” She inquisitions. The two of you walked over to the couch, sitting down, slightly angled towards one another. You took a breath before speaking.

“You know I’m really supportive of you being a manager, but I wish you could spend more time being my mom,” you admitted and it felt like a weight was lifted from your chest. 

“What do you mean?” She questions, her eyes filling with sorrow.

“You spend more time with idols, Xdinary Heroes, than you do me. I know it’s probably stupid, but sometimes I feel like they’re more of your kids than I am. I’m jealous of how much time they get to spend with you,” you revealed. 

“Oh my poor baby. I never knew you felt like that,” tears fall from her eyes as she pulls you into a hug. You couldn’t contain the tears that fell from your eyes too.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she pulls away enough to look at you.

“You really like being a manager. I didn’t want to ruin it,” you sniffled.

“Your feelings matter way more than my job y/n. You’re most important to me,” she states

“It’s not like I want you to stop being a manager, I just wish you spent less time at work,” you apprised. 

‘I will. I will stop working late into the night ok and I’ll spend my days off with you,” Your mom declares firmly.

“Thank you,” you pull her into another hug. The two of you stay like that for a bit. 

“So your date with Jiseok?” She pipes up, causing you to laugh. The atmosphere of the room again changed, but to a much lighter one this time.

“What about my date with Jiseok?” You teased her pulling away from the hug. 

“Tell me everything!” She orders. It felt like you were two teenagers talking about their crushes, it was nice. Much more refreshing than your previous conversation.

Once you finished talking to your mom you headed into your room and phones pinged. It was a text from Jiseok. “I’m back at my dorm and survived the guy's interrogation 👍”. You laughed and began to type out your reply. “I’m glad :) I talked to my mom we’re all good now. She wouldn’t let me leave till she knew every detail about our date lol”. The two of you chatted a little longer before going to bed. For the first time in a long while you didn’t mind being a manager’s daughter.

[fanfic-she-wrote]

I feel like 🎁 would work really well for Hollenius. I can totally imagine him going overboard lol 😆

A Birthday to Remember

Alexander Hollenius x reader

It’s the reader’s birthday and Hollenius spoils them with tons of luxurious presents. No warnings just a little innuendo and a swear word. Hope you like it!

🎁 Presents

From this prompt list

Sunlight peeked in through the window sending light through every corner of the room. Slowly, your eyes blinked open. “Morning already?” You grumbled with a small yawn as you got up and stretched. You could have stayed in bed all day if you had the choice, but you didn’t. It was time for work.

“Good morning, my dear.” You heard a voice greet you from the door. Looking over you saw your boyfriend, Alexander Hollenius standing there. His hair disheveled having just woken up a few minutes before you. He at least looked cute, you on the other hand thought you looked like a forest witch who hadn’t brushed her hair in years.

“Good morning!” You chimed back.

“I hope you slept well.” He said walking towards you.

“How could I not after last night?” You joked making him chuckle a little knowing what you meant. There was a silence between you for a moment where you stared into each other’s eyes you both thinking the same thing…but you had to work. With a sigh you looked away and stood up. “Better get ready for work.”

“Today?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Yes, unfortunately.” You answered.

“But it’s your birthday. I was hoping to spend the day with you.” He told you, his hand reaching out and gently tucking a stray stand of hair behind your ear.

“My birthday?! I completely forgot about it.” You exclaimed, smacking yourself in the forehead. How could one forget about their birthday you didn’t know, but you managed to anyway.

“Can’t you just call out?” He practically pleaded, giving you those irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“I want to, Alex. But birthday or not I have to work.” You told him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before heading towards the bathroom to get ready. Hollenius sighed watching you as you disappeared behind the door.

When you emerged a little while later, you found the room empty and you could hear the sound of the piano emanating from the next room, which was Hollenius’s office. You could usually tell what kind of mood he was in by what he played, but this time you couldn’t figure it out. Perhaps he didn’t know either, you thought.

Quietly you slipped into his office and watched and him for a moment. He kept on playing completely unaware that you were there. You just loved watching him play the piano.

Carefully, you walked towards him and placed your hands on his shoulders. He immediately stopped playing and looked up at you.

“I’ll see you later, darling.” You said, bending down to give him another kiss which he happily accepted.

“You sure I can’t convince you to take the day off? You work so hard.” He asked, holding your hand.

“No, Im sorry. I really have to get going.” You answered pulling away and running out the door. You were going to be late. All the way to work you thought of Hollenius and how much you wanted to be with him. How lucky you were that he loved you. He could have anybody he wanted. After all he was the great musician, Alexander Hollenius, but he chose you.

You had met one day after one of his concerts. You knew a little about him and his music, but when you met him you found that not only did he conduct an orchestra but also your heart as it pounded it in your chest. You knew right there that he was the one.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” You heard a voice call out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? What’s up Pat?” You asked, looking confused at your coworker as you followed her in the building.

“A ton of flowers just arrived for you.” She told you. Walking inside your office your eyes fell upon a whole wall of white, pink, and red roses.

“Oh wow!” You gasped walking towards them. Never in your whole life had you seen so many roses.

“Who are they from?” Pat asked. You looked around and found a small letter attached to the stem of a rose.

“To my love,

These flowers are beautiful but not as much as you. Can’t wait to see you tonight!

Alex”

“Alex.” You answered.

“Who’s Alex?” She asked. You forgot you hadn’t told her about him. You liked to keep your private life well, private.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, sniffing one of the flowers.

“He must really love you. I think he bought all the roses in New York.” Pat said. You nodded.

“I guess so.”

“You guess? No guy has ever given me this many flowers at once! You get a whole wall full and you guess?” She remarked shaking her head.

It was about lunch time when the second gift showed up. A whole gourmet lunch served to you at your desk. Pat just sat there in awe as a plate of the finest cut of steak with roasted potatoes was placed in front of you along with a glass of red wine. You could almost feel the jealousy across the room.

It was about 2 o’clock when a delivery man showed up carrying a set of boxes each perfectly wrapped with a golden bow on top. “I have a package for Y/N Y/L/N.” He said handing you the boxes. “Oh, that’s me. Thank you!” You said taking them and signing the clipboard he handed you.

Pat watched as you opened the first one and pulled out a fancy coat with fur trimming along the collar. “Oh!” You gasped holding it up. Pat didn’t even want to see what was in the next box. She just gave a small whimper and walked away. Inside was a gorgeous black dress/suit made with the finest and probably most expensive fabrics. Also inside was another note.

“Put this on. I have another surprise for you after work.

Alex”

Another surprise? That was 3 already!

“Who’s your boyfriend, the president?” Pat remarked coming back into the room, still clearly jealous.

You chuckled. “Nope.”

“Who then?”

“You’ll see.” You teased.

A couple hours later, you put on your new outfit and waited out in the lobby with Pat who was just dying to see who your mysterious boyfriend was. You were secretly kind of enjoying this. You weren’t the type to be bought, but you weren’t exactly complaining either.

You saw the limo pull up in front of the building and Alex step out onto the sidewalk dressed in his best tuxedo. “Wait is that…” Pat began as she watched him walk towards the door.

“Who?” You asked looking over at her.

“Alexander Hollenius?” She finally blurted out.

“Mhm.” You answered with a nod.

“That’s who you’re dating?! Lucky bitch/bastard!” She exclaimed.

“I know.” You chuckled smugly as he walked towards you.

“Y/N my dear, you look as ravishing as ever! I hope you like it!” He told you, giving you a kiss. Pat just watched in amazement.

“Alex, this is Pat. We work together.” You told him, trying not to be rude.

“Ah, pleasure.” Hollenius said with a quick smile towards her. “Shall we go? I have a table reserved for us at 21.” He held his arm out for you to take and escorted you out. You felt like royalty and Hollenius liked it that way.

“See you tomorrow Pat!” You called out after your coworker.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me.” You told him as he helped you into the limo.

“I wanted to my dear. It’s your birthday.” He simply replied like it was nothing.

“Still. Not that I don’t appreciate it. I love it, but just…why me?”

“Your my muse, my life, my joy. I want to make you happy no matter what.” He answered, picking up your hand and placing a kiss on your palm.

“You know what makes me happy?”

“What?” He asked.

“You.” You stated, pulling him into a kiss. “Thank you for a lovely birthday.”

He smiled at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye and whispered into your ear, “It’s not over yet.”

[psyduckappears]

Homesickness for stoncy? PLS ik you've written the last two prompts for it, so im sorry if you get sick of writing stoncy 😭😭

read it on ao3

no but honestly i don't think that getting sick of these three idiots is even possible!!! this was such a blast and also this got away from me again so BADLY ..... hope you like it :)

It's a twist-of-fate kind of coincidence, how it all comes together.

After Vecna, after another brush with death, and world-death, and all-encompassing devastation, Hawkins goes back to normal.

Small-town people are a species beyond comprehension – a tight-knit family that will stab each other in the back at the first opportunity but hold your hand through the next crisis as though nothing happened, a steaming casserole or a rich, sweet pie ready to end all your worries – a community of shared knowledge and shared identity that doesn’t welcome difference but values togetherness over honesty; it’s alright to be different as long as we don’t acknowledge it – a microcosm of shared-experience who will help each other through their trauma as long as nobody calls it trauma.

Hawkins goes back to town-festivals in the summer and caring too much about high school basketball games and exchanging gossip on Main Street when you’ve just run into your neighbor after checking off the last of your grocery list.

The kids go back to school. Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan graduate high school and, only a blink of an eye later, move away for college. Joyce finds a new job, one that pays marginally better than the one at Melvald’s, when one of the school’s secretaries retires. She has more than enough experience making phone calls thanks to that awful telemarketing gig, and nobody doubts that she’ll be able to manage any parent that might try to cause trouble just fine. Even Hopper goes back to his small-town Chief job, now sharing households with Joyce, and together neither of them need to pull as many hours as they did before.

Steve is … well, Steve is Steve. Does he spend too much of his time off work alone at home, watching on the news as the world at large goes to ruins around him that from this rural exile stay distant silhouettes on the horizon? Absolutely. Does he feel a little left behind, here in Hawkins, while the others have left him for the wide, wide world, where life happens every day, right before your eyes? Sure. Sure, he does, but it’s more than that.

He misses Robin, who moved to Boston with Nancy. They promised each other he’d follow her there as soon as he has some money saved and an eye on a job, but so far, it’s all felt a little hopeless. Besides, he doesn’t think he’s quite ready to leave Hawkins, yet, despite everything. After everything over the past couple of years, he probably should be running without a single look over his shoulder, but the thought of leaving still makes him uneasy, invokes this violent urge to radio Dustin, or El, or any of the kids just to see that everything is still looking calm. It’s hard to trust the peace.

Robin, the absolute saint that she is, understands. He thinks they all do, to some extent, even the ones of them who’ve left and sworn up and down they wouldn’t miss the place in the least.

He misses Nancy, too, who he’d just started getting closer to again after Vecna, and Jonathan, who he’d just started to really get to know before they moved away, leaving him behind, too.

So yeah, again, he does feel left behind, and he wants to be out there, but sometimes he thinks in the privacy of his own mind that he feels homesick, and it’s more like … he misses the home Hawkins used to be, before. When they were all still here, and when another apocalypse wasn’t fresh behind them all, and even (though he’d never say it to anyone) those moments facing down hell, where at least it felt like his lacking prospects for a meaningful future wouldn’t matter for much longer. Who cares if you ever got into college when you’re already dead?

He misses, most of all, a time where he wasn’t always looking over his shoulder, not always checking if all his ducks are still in a row, are still alive. He misses sleep without dreams where people he loves die like it means nothing, alive one second, gone the next. He misses a town where every shadow doesn’t feel like a warning, and he longs for a place where everything isn’t predictable, even the crises. Maybe, he thinks, he just misses somewhere he’s never been.

Nancy fills her time between classes with extracurriculars until she doesn’t have time to miss anyone, or at least that’s what she tells herself even while she’s already realizing that it doesn’t work. She joins the campus paper, a group of girls who run together twice a week, and a progressive feminist student organization that Robin invites her along to, but she still feels her fingers itch for her car keys all the time, ready to drive to New York, to Hawkins. It helps to know that Jonathan is the same way.

They schedule phone calls whenever neither of them has class or anything else – mostly when Robin does have class or something else, not because they desperately need the privacy but because she spends most of her time and the money she doesn’t need for rent to call Steve.

Sometimes, when Nancy comes home during one of those calls, Robin will grin and greet her and force the phone into her hand. Nancy kind of loves her for it, if she’s honest, and Robin’s expression says that she knows it even without her saying it.

Calls with Steve always make her smile too wide, and more often than not, she holds him up for way too long, trading news from college and stories about Robin for anything going on back in Hawkins, the more mundane the better. He always has something good about her brother and his friends, at the very least, something light that will make her laugh and that Mike would never tell her himself.

She also learns, this way, that he and Jonathan talk on the phone sometimes, too. It’s usually when Jonathan gets anxious about being so far from home, and he doesn’t really trust Will or his mom to tell him if anything was up because they know he’d be right on his way back home. Nancy can’t say she blames him, and she’s grateful, really, that Steve can do that for Jonathan, now. Be a link back home to take off the edge. Be a friend at all, after all their history. It’s just that it makes her miss them both so much more.

They go home for Christmas, but it’s just a few days before they have to head back to study for some upcoming exams, and they spend the holidays with their families. Only Robin begs off most of the time before and after Christmas dinner to spend with Steve, and then they’re gone again, after just barely a glimpse of the other two.

Calls and calls and calls pass between the three of them, and suddenly it’s a Friday night in early spring, just about 10pm, and Nancy can’t stand it anymore. She calls Jonathan.

“If I leave now, I can pick you up in about four hours,” is what she opens with. She’s met with a few seconds of silence.

“My roommates are out,” Jonathan finally replies. “You can ring the doorbell. I’ll sleep until then and take over.”

Smiling to herself, she starts a pot of coffee. He always knows exactly what she’s thinking. “Power nap halfway there.”

“One or two hours. Maybe near Pittsburgh.”

“We’ll be in Hawkins by afternoon. You have class on Monday?”

“Nothing I can’t skip this one time. I feel like we won’t want to haul ass back to campus after just one night.”

Jonathan is already awake again when Nancy rings the bell, an overnight bag, leftover pasta, and a thermos of coffee ready to go. At 2am, even the city that never sleeps has that eerie quality to it, though it isn’t really silent. Especially not on a Friday night. Still … even though he thinks it’s comforting, in a way, the thought of Nancy standing out in front of his door in the middle of the night, entirely unprotected, has him rushing down the stairs. He doesn’t exactly live in a nice part of town, and judging from past experience, even that can’t save you, sometimes.

“Hi.” Nancy grins when he bursts out the door, the momentum from the stairs still in him as he pushes against the door a little more forcefully than necessary.

Nancy looks tired but happy, messy but beautiful. She looks like she was already halfway to bed when she called him and barely took the time to get dressed before hopping into her car; hair tied up hazardously, sweatpants that he’s pretty sure are his tied fastened with a tight knot so they won’t slip from her waist and looking oddly discordant with her street shoes, and a sweater that is frayed at the sleeves from where she worries them while studying.

He kisses her hello, met with something hi, there you are, and I missed you, too, and then she barely leaves him the time to catch his breath before she’s dragging him back to the car.

There’s a laugh on his lips when he takes the keys from her and slips into the driver’s seat.

“Alright, Jitterbug, how much coffee have you had on your way here?” he asks as they start down the street. They should always leave in the middle of the night, he thinks; the traffic is way less awful at this time.

“Oh my god,” Nancy says, already digging through his backpack for one of the tapes he – predictably, apparently – brought. “Did you just make a Wham! reference?”

He gasps, only half-pretending to be offended. “You know exactly that I wasn’t –“

“I need to tell Steve.” She’s giggling, now, which is definitely a sign that she should probably get those few hours of sleep in, soon. Drunk Nancy has never been a fun time, but sleepy Nancy? She’s a blast. She loves everyone, and she thinks everything is hilarious, and Jonathan loves her, but he really needs to focus on getting them out of the city and onto the right interstate. “I swear, Jonathan, the first thing I will tell him when we see Steve is that you, Jonathan Byers, made a Wham! reference after being all high and mighty when you found out he listened to them.”

“You know they – you know they didn’t invent the word ‘jitterbug’, right?”

Nancy just keeps laughing at him until he knocks her over a little at the shoulder, which has her grin over at him tiredly. He feels unfathomably fond, but he just gives her a roll of his eyes, gluing his eyes back to the road in front of him.

“Take a nap,” he tells her. “I’ll wake you up when it’s time to take a break.”

“You mean you’ll wake me up before you go-go,” she grins, but she dodges his swatting hand and closes her eyes, resting her head against the window.

The drive isn’t half bad, even though the sentimental part of him wishes they were driving east so he could watch the sun come up. This way, the further they get into the morning hours, his gaze keeps slipping to the rearview mirror, not wanting to miss it.

He drives, drives, stops for gas, stretches his legs, and keeps driving. Before he knows it, Nancy wakes on her own, and they’re well past Pittsburgh.  In fact, they’re almost at Zanesville, and it’s nearing ten in the morning.

When Nancy realizes this, she gasps and smacks his shoulder several times. “Jonathan!”

“What?”

“You’ve been driving almost eight hours.”

“I wasn’t tired,” he defends, even though he knows it’s still not exactly reasonable. He’s had, what, three and a half hours of sleep? She gives him a look, like god, why do I love this idiot, and it makes him grin sheepishly in a way that makes them both think of Steve, somehow.

Which makes sense because he swears, Steve makes him a little bit stupid.

He will not examine this fact right now, though.

“At the next stop, we’re switching,” she tells him, glaring a little. He can tell she’s reluctantly well-rested, though, and they both know she is much happier about it than she will ever admit when she says, “I guess at least now we can skip that power nap, get there a little earlier. I need to … walk around a bit first, though. My bones feel like I’ve been stuffed into a moving box for two days.”

Rather than agreeing, Jonathan just cracks his stiff neck, laughing when the sound makes her crinkle her nose in disgust. He needs a stretch, too, he really does; his gas foot feels like he’s been flexing it for hours, and he’s pretty sure his ass has fallen asleep. He can’t feel the right half, anymore, and it’s decidedly not a pleasant experience.

“Also, we’re getting breakfast. Gas station food sucks, but I am starving.”

“There’s a box of pasta salad in my backpack,” he offers, even though pasta salad is really just a fancy way of referring to yesterday’s cold lunch. “Knock yourself out. I had some before we left, so I’ll probably just get a donut, or something.”

“You ate pasta salad at two in the morning?” Nancy asks, scandalized as if they haven’t done the same thing with leftover pizza after sharing his last bit of pot or staying up too long studying and … studying. He raises his eyebrow at her, and her judgmental expression melts into a knowing quirk of her lip, an admission of complicity. She starts looking for the box, then, and calls him an idiot for forgetting to bring a fork.

She eats it with her free hand instead of waiting to see if they’d have any at the rest stop, and he falls a little bit more in love with her when she drops a bit of pasta, it falls right into her hoodie, and she begins laughing so hard that she almost chokes.

Robin starts calling at seven and manages to shake Steve out of bed by eight, when he stumbles to the phone with a big yawn and a world of annoyance.

“’lo?” he mutters into the phone, the absolute most anyone could expect of him at this ungodly hour on a Saturday.

“Steve! God, finally –“

“Robin, what the fuck?” He keeps the phone by his ear and drags the chord to the kitchen, where he turns on the coffee maker. “Why are you calling me at –“

“It’s Nancy,” she interrupts him, and only then does he recognize that tone in her voice. It isn’t angry Robin, or excited Robin, even though both sound just as frantic as she does now. It’s terrified Robin. And she’s scared because of Nancy.

He stills.

“What? What do you mean –“

“She’s – not here! I was out late last night, I don’t know if she was still here then because I figured she was in bed, and you know she always has to park super far away from the building, but this morning I realized her keys were gone, and so were her shoes, and she doesn’t have class or any of her other stuff today because she has this big paper due next Thursday, and she cancelled all her clubs and shit for that.”

“I – Robin,” he interrupts, trying to be calm, even though it feels counterintuitive. “Don’t you think she could have just … gone out? To … to the library, or to go shopping, or …?”

“She never takes the car for that. She only uses it when she’s leaving the city.”

“So maybe she went to see Jonathan.”

“I tried calling him. His roommate says he hasn’t seen him, but he ‘took all the food’, which is probably an overstatement, knowing that guy, but – anyway, Jonathan is also gone. I just – I don’t have a good feeling about this, Steve.”

The truth is, neither does Steve. Steve is, in fact, freaking the hell out as he’s standing there in his kitchen, not at all tired, anymore. He tries grasping for logic, that they might have just … gotten together to have a picnic, or something, but …

But suddenly it occurs to him that while he’s been hesitating to leave Hawkins unprotected, he’s been doing the exact same thing to them.

“She didn’t leave a note? Anything to say where she’s going?” Robin’s silence speaks volumes, and Steve feels the dread growing like a shadow in him, looming and dark, always behind him.

Nancy wouldn’t just disappear without telling anyone. Neither would Jonathan. Not after everything that’s happened. He takes the little bit of coffee the machine has produced from the pot and mentally starts looking for his car keys. “I’m coming over there.”

He makes decent progress, despite the little bit of morning traffic that actually affects Hawkins, but breaking every speed limit he can get away with costs gas, and he has to stop a little over half an hour outside of Columbus to fill up the tank. He uses the payphone outside to call Robin to see if there have been any news, but now she isn’t answering, and he feels himself panic even more.

Maybe she’s just in the bathroom, or something, he tells himself. He should call again in a few minutes, maybe get something to eat in the meantime. He hasn’t eaten at all since last night.

His mind switching between Boston and New York, he walks back inside, finding a couple of things he normally enjoys in the snack aisle. He doesn’t feel particularly hungry, but he still goes through the motions of picking them out, swiping his card at the register, and lodging them under his arm to carry back to the car.

When he turns away from the cashier, he bumps into the guy behind him and drops all of it.

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, already crouching down to pick up his good. He feels like he should get a pass for being clumsy under the circumstances, but it’s not like this guy knows that, and –

“Steve?” the guy says, having joined him on the ground to help him out, and when Steve’s head snaps up, yeah, sure thing, that’s Jonathan Byers right there in front of him. Steve almost thinks he’s hallucinating, but he doesn’t think he’s imaginative enough to come up with such an accurate image of that perplexed expression.  

He drops everything he’s picked up right back down again and squishes Jonathan into a hug that probably surprises Steve himself just as much as it does Jonathan.

“Uh, hi?” Jonathan’s voice is muffled against the fabric of Steve’s sweater, but he’s slowly reciprocating the hug, so it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s Jonathan. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I – oh god, is Nancy with you? Please tell me she’s –“

“Yeah, yeah, she’s outside,” Jonathan says, and then he’s pulling away, aiming a worried frown at Steve. “What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve exclaims, then, jumping up from the ground and realizing they’re still right in front of the register, right in the middle of that gas station. At least it’s not a popular one; their only audience is the guy who just rang Steve up a minute ago, and he looks like his job has long bored him to death, and he is now just a corpse with a mysteriously acquired ability to stand more or less upright.

“We’re – we wanted to see you.” The way it comes out is an almost indignant kind of stammer, but clearly embarrassed. Jonathan is looking at Steve but only kind of, and Steve can’t remember when he stood up, even less so when he crossed his arms over his chest so defensively.

Steve would tease him about it if he wasn’t so busy staring at him, open-mouthed, confused, and a little bit angry in the wake of the whole scare. And then there’s that other feeling, the one he’s gotten so incredibly good at ignoring.

Steve seems to be taking too long to reply because eventually, Jonathan goes back to stammering. Which is weird because Jonathan has never, ever been bad at silences.

“It’s just – Nancy called last night, and it was kind of insane because I was just hanging out at the apartment and being kind of miserable about how much I missed her and how … long it’d been since I’d seen you, and then she called and said we should drive back to Hawkins because apparently she was the same way, so …“

“So you just … took off in the middle of the night to – visit me?”

If Steve thought Jonathan looked embarrassed before, he doesn’t know what to call this. He only knows he’s never seen him this red in the face.

“I guess…”

It’s then that they’re interrupted, again not by a new customer but by Nancy, this time. She’s got her wallet out, is looking for something in it, and speaking as she walks into the gas station.

“Are you having trouble with your card again?” she asks, probably because she’s been wondering why on earth Jonathan has been taking so long to pay for their gas. “I keep telling you, you need to call the bank to get you a new one, this is getting – Steve?”

And, okay, so Steve already knew that she was fine, Jonathan already told him, more or less, what’s going on, but he swears, Nancy is still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life right then. He barely knows what to say, and then Nancy helps him out.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, and only then does it occur to him that he never answered Jonathan when he asked him this a minute ago.

Priorities need to be set, though. Rather than answer her question, he does the same thing he did with Jonathan and pulls her into a big, extended hug. She goes a lot more willingly than Jonathan, even though she still seems beyond confused, and even when she pulls back, she leaves her arms around him.

“I – Robin called me,” he finally says, and he can watch every muscle in her face transform from pleasant surprise into some kind of horror.

“Shit,” she says. “Oh god, I – I didn’t leave a note!”

He snorts at that. “Yeah, no shit. You know how scared we’ve been?” He looks over his shoulder at Jonathan, who’s wearing a similar expression. “How is it both of you just decided to disappear without telling a single soul where on earth you’re going?”

“Shit, she didn’t call my mom, did she?”

Steve shakes his head, even though that’s really not what he wants to talk about, right now. “I radioed Will to check if he knew anything and told him not to tell her until I called. But he’s definitely going to be pissed when he finds out about this. Actually, so am I – what were you thinking? What if something had happened to you, and nobody would have known where to even start looking?”

Nancy’s hands around him land on his shoulders, then, squeezing reassuringly just like she used to do, eons ago. He wants to keep catastrophizing, but she stops his last resolve with a small smile. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to worry anyone, really. We just … really wanted to see you.”

And really, who could expect Steve to be mad about that? When they keep saying it like that? Part of him wants to resent the easy way Nancy’s echo of Jonathan’s words melts him into something warm and far more relaxed than he’s felt since he woke up this morning, but even that he can’t really hold onto.

“Well, it’s still stupid,” he mutters petulantly, but he pulls her back into another quick hug and lets go feeling a lot less wound up. “I’m gonna go back outside and call Robin.”

Jonathan finds him outside a minute later with Steve’s forgotten snack haul piled up in his arms, leaning against the wall as Steve talks to Robin.

“I know, they’re idiots,” he says, pointedly, which gets him one of those funny little Jonathan-smiles that make him feel all mushy and stupid. Considering the fact that they just nearly caused some sort of national search because they wanted to see him, he lets himself feel the mush for once and grins back. “But they’re really, really sorry and will totally make it up to us.”

“Did they say that or is it just wishful thinking?” Robin asks, but she sounds a hundred times better than when they last spoke, so it’s alright.

“They may not have said it in words, but it’s not like this doesn’t give us a lot of leverage. Anyway, apparently, I’m so incredibly awesome that they both just hadto up and –”

“Oh, hi, Robin,” Jonathan cuts in, snatching the phone from Steve. “Yeah, we’re really sorry about all this. It was pretty late, and it was kind of, uh, an impulsive thing. So we weren’t thinking straight. We didn’t mean to worry anyone, really.”

Steve watches him talk, even though he can’t hear Robin’s replies anymore. He can fill in her parts in his head, more or less accurately, but he doesn’t know what she says to make Jonathan go all pink in the face again.

Finally, Nancy joins them and demands her turn, by which time Steve has to put the third quarter into the phone’s coin slot. She talks to Robin for a little while, apologizing yet again for the scare and promising she’ll bring her back a truck’s load of those knock-off Heath bars she insists are so much better than the real deal, and Steve opens a bag of cookies while they wait for her to finish, offering one to Jonathan.

When Nancy hangs up the phone, all three of them stand silently by the phone for a minute, hovering around the inevitable what now.

“So…” Steve eventually breaks into the quiet.

“So?” Nancy echoes, something amused but not fully self-assured in her smile. Jonathan, beside her, suddenly looks even more nervous, so Steve gives both of them what he hopes is a somewhat reassuring grin.

“You two have any plans tonight?”

They end up at Steve’s place, on account of Nancy and Jonathan both being worried that if their families know they’re in town, they’ll ‘monopolize all of their time again’.

Steve has to stop himself from smiling when Nancy says that. She still blushes a little.

“I mean, I love them! And I miss them, and all that, but – we didn’t really get to see you when we were here for the holidays.”

“You know, Robin said you had some big paper due,” Steve says, looking between the two people on his couch. “Cleared your schedule for it and all. Not that I’m complaining, but – you know. You’re you.”

Miraculously, this makes her blush even more. After some prodding, she admits that she finished it all up yesterday in a productive streak, and that she might have wildly overestimated the amount of work it would be, which honestly sounds about right. He always knew she would continue overkilling it in college the same way she did in high school.  

“Oh, so you only came here because you didn’t have anything better to do,” he sniffs, anyways, and she swats at him but still has to smile at the overstated pout that his laughter really wants to break through. “No, no, I see how it is.”

“Oh, shut up!” she laughs. Jonathan, pressed against her other side, watches the scene with something like fond exasperation until Nancy turns on him, her face suddenly taken over with a grin like she’s only now remembering he’s here, and she snaps her head back to Steve in excitement. “Oh my god, I almost forgot. You won’t believe what Jonathan did last night!”

“What did he –“

“Nothing, don’t believe anything she says!”

“No, no, this is gold because – when I picked up Jonathan last night –“

“Libel!” Jonathan squeaks, wrapping an arm around Nancy’s waist and pressing the other down on her mouth as she keeps laughing. She tries licking his hand, wriggling in his arms, but she isn’t really fighting him. He isn’t holding onto her nearly strong enough to keep her in place if she was really trying. “Lies, slander, I - Steve, Nancy is trying to defame me, and I want you to know that you cannot believe anything that comes out of her mouth. She’s – she’s turned over to the yellow press, she’s –”

But Steve doesn’t respond. When Jonathan looks over at him, he’s watching them with a grin, like he isn’t even aware of it, and Nancy seems to notice it too because she stops squirming and stares back at Steve as well.

“What?” Jonathan eventually asks, suddenly self-conscious again. He isn’t usually like this in front of anyone but Nancy.

Steve’s eyes snap to his, but the smile doesn’t dim at all.

“Nothing,” he says, though his tone of voice suggests otherwise. “Just ... it's good to see you two.”

In his arms, Jonathan can feel Nancy soften, leaning back until her back is flush against his chest, his hands now both loose around her middle. There's been this understanding between them for a while. This understanding that means that Nancy knows exactly that he, too, is looking at Steve, and that he knows with just as much certainty that Nancy feels a similar warmth stirring in her at Steve’s words.

And maybe it's obvious. By all means, it really should be, if not from their calling at any given opportunity just to hear his voice, then from today, from the way they drove for hours and hours just because they couldn't stand missing him anymore.

But Steve was there too, several hours out of Hawkins, ready to cross state lines after they went missing for just a few hours. Worried out of his mind, embracing them with an inevitability like he's a compass and they’re north, and really, can there be an explanation for them finding each other like this that is any less significant than the earth's magnetic field?

Steve looks at them like that, now, like it’s a law of nature. Like he knows he can’t turn away, and he doesn’t mind at all. Jonathan thinks that the space that this look is taking up under his sternum might kill him, and he’d let it.

It’s Nancy who eventually braves the silence between them, reaching her hand out for his wrist and tugging him closer. She smiles, and Steve looks so openly hopeful that Jonathan frees one of his own hands to put on top of Nancy’s.

“It’s good to see you, too, Steve.”

The tension isn’t uncomfortable, but something has shifted, and it stays. Still, they spend the rest of the afternoon catching up, and it feels easy, just talking like that. Nancy talks about the adventures of living with Robin, the things they’re finding they have in common the more time they spend with each other. Jonathan talks about this impossibly pretentious guy in one of his classes and lets Steve tease him about it like, see, now you know how we feel.

Steve, for his part, gives them the weekly highlights of town gossip (Mrs. Baker left her bastard husband, good for her; the new mayor proposed another attempt at a mall and was unanimously shut down; a senior from Hawkins High was caught selling weed behind the school, only for Hopper to let him off with a warning because fuck Reagan, and I’m not ruining some idiot kid’s future over some fucking weed, Harrington, who do you take me for?). They ask him how he knows all that, which is how he realizes he hasn’t told them about his new job.

“Shit, that’s right! You know Flo? From the police station?” The question earns him two equally confused glances, which he willfully ignores because he knows they know her, and they’ll get why he’s talking about her in a minute, either way. “Anyway, she got sick a few weeks back, and I guess they never realized how much she was actually doing because once she wasn’t there anymore, everything kind of erupted into chaos. Hop knew I was looking to make some extra money, so he asked me if I wanted to be her stand in.”

“That’s … cool,” Jonathan says, like he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to think it’s cool. It makes Steve laugh, which makes Jonathan blush, which makes Steve’s cheeks hurt.

“It’s alright. Turns out I’m pretty alright at talking –“ Nancy gives him a no shit kind of look for that. “– and the hours aren’t bad. Besides, now that Flo’s back, it’s nowhere near as stressful.”

“They kept you on?” Nancy asks, surprised. “Even though she’s back?”

Steve shoots her a wry grin, like, see, I can keep a job. “Bunch of apocalypses are bound to make people paranoid, so there are a lot of calls to take. We got, like, several lines now. All the paperwork on top of that …”

“Sounds like you’re having a good time.”

The weird thing is, he really is. And he’s still saving money, and he's still planning to up and follow Robin into that wide, wide world, but for the first time in a very long time, he’s letting himself feel like it’s some idea of where he’s going.

Not that he wants to spend the rest of his life behind a desk. God, no. It's all the people that call, that come and go every day, looking for help. On some rare occasions, Steve is the one who gets to help them, in some small way, and he's realized that that's kind of the one thing he's really good at.

“You know that kid?” he says, by the way of nothing at all. Nancy cocks her head, that curious expression in her wide-as-the-sea eyes, and Jonathan frowns at him softly, nothing like the way he used to. “Ryan White, some middle schooler from up in Kokomo. Non-Hawkins news weren’t really top priority for a while with everything that was ... going on, last year, but Robin told me about it, and then I started following it … You’ve heard of him, right?”

There’s a short silence, and for that moment, Steve gets weirdly nervous. He tries to focus on Jonathan’s teeth pulling at the skin of his lower lip, but it only makes him nervous for a different reason, until he nods, slowly. “He’s the one who got sick, right?”

Steve hums, yes, that’s one way of putting it. “The one they wouldn’t let back into school. Someone shot through their living room window, did you know that? Just put a bullet through it.”

“God,” Nancy whispers.

“Nobody was home. They’re moving to Cicero, now that he’s finished with middle school. But I swear, the kid is what – fifteen? And he’s dying, and he has to deal with all of this bullshit on top of it all. And … it all makes me so mad when I think about it, which I do too much because I have way too much free time – ‘cause it’s not fair, right? And what else is not fair is that probably tons of other people are having the exact same issues but get none of the help or the – national fucking attention, whatever, none of that support and nobody cares. It makes me so angry, I could –“

Maybe they’re staring again. Maybe Steve has talked himself into half a rampage and gotten off-track from where he was originally going with this. Nancy is staring, and Jonathan is staring, both with those soft frowns that should be infuriating, should feel infuriating because they should be screaming of dear god, look at Steve, he really has been cooped up in here for too long. He’s turning into some Murray Baumann of obsessing over civil rights.

But it isn’t. They’re both looking at him like that, but it doesn’t feel condescending or pitying or even like they don’t understand. Which makes sense because – who is he talking to? There are two of the most empathetic and socially aware people he knows, even if he wouldn’t even have been able to identify them as that until Robin taught him what on earth that means.

“Yeah,” Jonathan finally mutters. “Yeah, no, I know what you mean. It’s – well, New York is bad. People out here are still pretending it isn’t happening, mostly, but back there, you can’t. … Sometimes you walk past an apartment building in a certain part of town, and you see a whole – a whole life in the dumpster behind it. Just thrown out because there was nobody who would or could claim it.”

The soft, warm tone of his voice has Steve deflating a little from the rigid stance he’s worked himself into. Nancy reaches out her right foot to nudge him with her socked toes. He sighs.

“I just – I want to do something. To help people, to – ” Steve manages. It’s the first time he says it out loud; he hasn’t even talked this over with Robin, not that there’s much to talk about, not that she isn’t the one who got him here in the first place, in a way. “I mean, I want to do something where I can help people like that, you know? People who don’t have anyone to back them up. I just … don’t know how.”

“Have you thought about …” Nancy begins. “I mean, maybe Hopper could help you –“

“Oh, no, no,” Steve cuts in. Maybe, maybe he’s gotten up by now, pacing back and forth in front of the couch like they can solve the whole question of his future right here, right now. “No offence to Hopper, the guy is a saint, but – well, for one thing, everything in the past couple years hasn’t really got me jumping up and down to work for the government in like, any way or form. And then – everything that Hopper’s done that makes him a great guy is also what kind of makes him a shitty police man? I mean, the police don’t exactly protect people, do they? They protect – I don’t know, the law? And the law doesn’t usually protect the people who really need it, so I just don’t –“

A hand on his wrist cuts him off, and he’s a little surprised that it’s attached to Jonathan, this time. In his endless mental list of maybes, Steve finds himself wondering if he’s staring at Jonathan, now, if turning to face him has left them just the slightest bit too close to one another.

“Uh,” he says, eloquently.

“I’m saying this in the kindest possible way – because you going all anti-establishment is weirdly, unfairly hot – and don’t you dare tell her I said this, but meeting Robin really is the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“She knows,” Steve replies, almost automatically, then clamps his mouth shut and abruptly lets it drop open again. “Wait, did you –“

Jonathan snatches his hand away like he's burned himself, so maybe he himself didn't realize what just came out of his mouth. He really does blush so drastically. It’s a little bit addictive to look at. There are a few seconds where both of them just sort of ... gape at each other, lost for words in this inane situation.

Nancy, fortunately, has always been rather impatient with them and cuts through their silence with an exasperated groan.

“For God's sake,” she says, with both of the others now staring at her instead, like waiting for her to tell them what happens next. “Will you just –“

She doesn't get to finish. She doesn't need to finish, really, because apparently her and Jonathan still share that strange psychic connection between them, so that Jonathan gets the message just fine.

They're kissing, and Steve never even saw it coming.

It somehow just happens like this. One moment, Steve is rambling about the … evils of the world, and the next, Jonathan Byers is kissing him like he doesn't know if it's allowed, and he'll give it his all just in case it's all that he's going to get. Maybe, Steve is kissing back the way he is for the same reason, or maybe it's just to prove that Jonathan is wrong. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Before he knows it, they’re pulling apart, breathless like marathon runners, but more from the shock than from exertion. More like the adrenaline of having slain the monster and lived rather than the endurance it took to get there.

Nancy doesn't give him the chance to catch his breath before she takes over from where Jonathan left off, and yes, he thinks dizzily, maybe this is that homesick feeling he's been having. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Well, he doesn't have to miss them tonight, or even tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe he is finally ready to come with them, find a place somewhere that can be a home they can all come back to, eventually. Hawkins has Hopper, Joyce, El, and the other kids there to look after it, look after each other. From the way the two of them keep looking at him after they part, he gets the feeling that he might be needed elsewhere.

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ally!!!!! i’ve always loved You Know Where the City Is but wow this is the best chapter by far! like i’ve gone from obsessed to mega ultra double obsessed. everyone talking about wrapping fic!matty in a bunch of blankets and feeding him some soup is so real- you always manage to make the most cozy sweetie pie characters no matter what the fic is about. (it goes without saying that fic! taylor much like the real deal is just perfect and i love her)

counting down the chapters till we meet fic!george. so intrigued to see how there relationship will play out since you said it might not be what we expect…. love a good surprise!!!!

im practically bursting with excitement to read the christmas fic and any of the prompts you have been working on but good things take time! please don’t feel rushed to give us new content you already do so much for the sickfic matty community lmao.

hope you have a happy holiday break🥹 sending love always (also don’t be alarmed if i reblog the majority of your prompts on here soon- i have such a bad habit of liking a fic and then scrolling past it once i’ve read it so i need to go back and hunt for them all and actually save them for next time)

Ahhh thank you SO MUCH for this lovely ask omg, and thank you so much for always being so lovely, and kind and supportive 🥰 I apologize this took me a few days to respond to- I usually try and respond to asks on my laptop because I find them easier to formate and alas I had not been back on desktop Tumblr until now.

I'm so, so, so happy to hear that you enjoyed the newest chapter of You Know Where the City Is! I went back and forth on that chapter a lot (an original draft included a trip to Target lol) but I'm really pleased with how it came out and am glad that other people like it as well! Fictional!Matty (and Fictional!Taylor) could REALLY use a hug oh my gosh. They are both going through it and the worst part is they don't even realize how unwell they all 🥺 Fictional!George will be making his appearance very soon! All I can say is that Fictional!Matty is an unreliable source of information 👀 I hope people end up liking how it plays out!

I'm so excited about the Holidays fics but WOW I hope I can actually finish them in time! I haven't even finished the first one yet and I feel like the holidays are getting closer and closer faster and faster 😩 one second is was the beginning of November and now suddenly it's the end of December?! Who allowed this to happen!? I'm behind on the little schedule I made for myself- but hopefully I'll get them both done! Of course my plot bunnies are like "ummm Ally we have all the inspiration for this completely unrelated project!!!" and I'm over here like "not NOW"

We will hopefully be back to our regularly scheduled prompt fulfillment and sickfic programing after the holidays! I'm sorry about the delay, I know people are looking forward an end of SATVB / IV situation fic and I promise I am working on one!! Alas I have just also been really busy with real life.

Thank you so much for the love and I hope you have the most wonderful holidays as well! If you're ever looking for all of the prompt fills I have filled - they can be found here!

Thank you so much again for your kind words, for reading my fics and for your support! You are just so lovely and I am so grateful for your kindness! I hope you are having a wonderful night / day and will hopefully have some more fic ready soon!

❤️Ally

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Hello! I'm sorry if this is bothering you but can you write something abt Harry falling for bandmate!yn and Y/N interacting with the boys while in the band? Again, Im sorry if I'm annoying

A Race To The Brits

A/N: Had this little blurb in my files so thought it fit the prompt :) and you: not annoying 💚 oh and...THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS?? I LOVE YOU ALL MUCH TYSM

SUMMARY: It should be known that Harry falls in love with YN multiple times, over and over again, throughout the years. One of the times he realizes he's falling for her is at the 2014 Brit Awards. (1.9k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!reader

MASTERLIST

The boys are getting ready in their green room while YN is getting dressed in the room adjacent to theirs. As their styling team wraps up doing some finishing touches, they turn their heads to a knock at the door. YN peaks her head inside with a hand hovering over her eyes, careful not to mess up her freshly done make up.

"I better not see any weenies out." 

"Eh, wait." Louis jests, making a dramatic sound with his zipper. "Alright, you're good."

Harry's breath gets caught up in his throat when YN fully comes into the room. She has her hair curled up and tied in a messy low bun, some strands of hair framing her face. Her dress is essentially all mesh with a bustier.

She looks absolutely stunning, he thinks. And her smile, ugh that smile. It's enough to make his knees buckle if he wasn't leaning on a couch to put his shoes on.

YN puts her hands on her hips and looks around at the rest of the band. "Well don't you all look absolutely dashing."

"And yeh actually look like a girl." Zayn jokes only to retrieve a middle finger in return.

"Piss off," She chuckles before nodding over to the blonde lad. "How's the knee, babe?"

Niall shrugs as he grips his crutches. "S'alright. Once we get to our table with the booze, it'd be even better."

"I'm sure it will." YN giggles. The rest of the people in the room go back to their previous conversations but, as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of her. That is until she meets his eyes and he feels like he’s back in primary school, embarrassed that he was caught looking at his crush. 

Especially when YN makes her way over to him after his stylist finishes him up and he breathes out a, "Hey." 

“Hey. Oh, lemme get that for you." Before he can even process what's happening, YN reaches out and adjusts the collar of his dress shirt. She’s so close to him that when he breathes in her vanilla perfume he might combust.

He wants to kick himself for feeling a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. He has screaming fans try to come onto him all the time, he can literally have anyone at the drop of a hat, so why does he get all flustered by this one girl? This beautiful, stubborn girl. "Thanks, lovie."

"What would you do without me?" She gives him an amused smile as she dusts off some lint from his shoulders. How's he supposed to act normal while she looks up at him like that?

"Don't even wanna think about tha’. You look really beau—"

"Alright kids, let's go!" Paul says while entering the room. Harry's both irritated and thankful for the interruption. He's always trying to find that balance of whether or not his compliments to her every now and then are from a place of platonic feelings or more.

YN raises her eyes at Harry, giving him a smirk. "Show time."

Harry knows that he shouldn't think about her in that way, he’s reminded nearly everyday by their check-ins with management, analyzing them individually by looking at their interviews, performances on stage, etc. Telling him to keep his eyes on the crowd, the interviewer, literally anyone else but on her.

Why can't he be like the other guys? Like now, as the rest of the band walks in front of him down the venue halls, Louis brings an arm up behind her and taps her opposite shoulder. When she looks back and sees no one there, she turns to a laughing Louis and shoves his shoulder. 

The others see her as a little sister, and while at times he does too, he knows he feels something a little more than sibling love.

Do the other boys get a little heart-eyed when they watch her smile and wave at the fans at the barricade outside the venue?

Or get butterflies in their stomachs when they feel her hand on their backs when they're on the red carpet, posing and looking out at the paparazzi?

Or have their heart beats quicken when she squeezes his arm in a form of gratitude after making her a sweet drink once they’ve been seated at their designated table?

Probably not.

“M’gonna go to the loo.” Harry leans over to YN, already pushing out his chair.

“Wait, can I come with? Need to stretch my legs.” He extends a hand out to her with a nod in the general direction of where the backstage entrance is at.

Before she can fully get out of her seat, Liam quickly reaches out and grabs a hold of her wrist. “You guys can’t leave without Paul.”

“Chill out, Daddy Direction. We’ll be back in two minutes.” 

YN shrugs him off before her and Harry navigate down the halls of the venue. The sound of the announcer sounds through the speakers around the building, but they begin talking and laughing so much that they don’t even hear that they were nominated for anything.

“Hey, um, I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier but you, eh, you look really beautiful tonight.” Harry says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers from keeping to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Whenever he tends to give charming compliments to someone like this, the blush usually rushes to their cheeks in an instant, teeth biting down on their bottom lip to keep the giddy smile from forming on their face. It happens so often that he’s left waiting for it to happen to her. 

But he never gets it. What he does get is an eye roll and a finger pressed to his dimpled cheek.

“Y’such a sap. Did y’know that?” 

And there he goes again, falling head over heels for a girl he could never have.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?” 

“Haribos, if they have ‘em please.” Harry says as he scurries over to the loo. He really does have to go to the restroom.

YN takes out her little stash of money from her bustier and shoves it in the machine full of snacks.

“And the winner is…” 

YN watches as the little metal spiral retracts itself and the bag of gummies gets pushed off its little ledge. 

“One Direction!”

“Yay.” YN says to herself as the bag falls to the bottom of the machine with a thud. She can sometimes have the worst of luck when it comes to these machines. 

YN remembers a time on tour last year where one of these machines at the venue the band was performing at had eaten her dollar without having been given her snack. She smiles fondly at the memory of how the boys offered their help and began to shake the whole machine—. 

YN furrows her eyebrows and tries to rack her brain as to why she feels so off.

She turns her head to the sound of the restroom door opening and sees Harry popping his head from the loo, his confused expression mirrors her own.

“Did we—?”

“Was our—?”

Paul comes bursting through one of the hallway doors with a worried expression. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Snacks.” YN points to the machine in front of her, still trying to figure out what just happened. 

“Get your bums on stage right now!” 

Harry turns his head towards her with a tilt of his head. “Are we performing tonight?”

“You guys won! Come on, you two. Hurry!” Paul frantically waves his hand for the two teenagers to follow him. 

“Really?” YN says excitedly, putting her hands over her chest. Harry quickly bursts from the loo and wraps his arms around her. He lifts YN up and gives her a spin as they both laugh in giddiness, congratulating each other.

“Let’s go!” Paul presses on.

With her heels in one hand, YN holds the length of her dress with the other as she prepares herself for the run. Before the three of them completely go through the door, she suddenly remembers something.

“Wait!” YN turns back around and quickly shoves her hand through the metal flap of the vending machine and grabs her snacks.

A laugh tumbles past Harry’s lips as she races back to them while Paul looks like he’s about to pass a brick. 

“We’ve lost the curly headed ones.” Liam’s voice comes through the venue speakers above them. After rounding a couple corners, they finally arrive at the big room where everyone is waiting. Side by side, YN and Harry run to the stage with big smiles on their faces. 

“There they are!” Liam yells in excitement. They both fly up the stairs and are greeted by the other boys, the audience members cheering along at their arrival. Her and Harry shamelessly wave at the crowd as they attempt to catch their breath.

“I’m really sorry I was having a wee.” Harry says out of breath once Liam hands him the microphone. YN raises up their snack by her head like a trophy before placing it on top of the podium next to their Brit award. She grabs onto Zayn’s shoulder and begins to put her heels back on.

“Professional, as always.” Louis says in a whisper, leaning over Zayn. Both of them have smirks on their faces. 

“It’s what ’m known for.” YN snickers back, straightening up and adjusting the bottom of her dress.

“The loos are ages away. Eh, what did we win?” Harry leans over to YN while doing a horrible job at being discreet with his question as the microphone is still slightly below his mouth. 

YN gently puts her hands on top of his, the one that's holding the microphone, as she brings it closer to her mouth.

"Um, we just wanna say a massive thank you to our fans. You guys are the best fans in the world and we are so happy to have you guys supporting us. Thank you so much!"

And with that the audience claps and cheers as the band leaves the stage.

YN seems unbothered by their shangagins or the fact that they might get a good scolding later by their management as they get escorted backstage, opening up the bag of Haribos.

She looks at him with raised eyebrows, a hand midway towards her mouth with a little gummy between her fingers. The corners of her lips start to curl up in an open mouthed smile and Harry might as well just float away on Cloud 9.

"Did yeh even wash your hands?"

Of course he did but he decides to tease her just to hear her laugh.

He gives her a shrug of shoulders, reaching for the bag. "Does it matter?" YN is quick to pull the candies back.

"Harry!" A giggle tumbles past her lips. "That's nasty! I just touched your hands."

"Wait, think there might be something on your face." His chest swells up as she ducks away from him, laughing and gripping his wrist to keep from coming in contact with her face.

He doesn't care if he gets in trouble later because having her here, an arm around her waist, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way possible, and her laughter sounding like music to his ears, is completely and utterly worth it.

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I'm SO excited to see you're taking request, dear friend! Sorry I didn't request earlier since I was at work, but I'm ready for ya! Druig (Of Course)

Prompts:

“It’s quite fascinating. I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet.” (afraid that means they don’t like them)

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

EEEKKKK! I can't wait to see what you come up with, my dear! Thanks again, you're so talented!!

Tell me what you're thinking

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

a/n: TYSM for requesting Hillary I hope you like what I've done!! so sorry it took me so long i wasn’t feel well and i needed a break but im slowly coming back now! reader has mind reading powers and she can block her mind from others reading her mind when she's focused enough.

warning(s): reader & druig both think they have unrequited love, confessions, fluff, kissing, unedited!

Up on a hill on the outskirts of Babylon sat two Eternals. The sun was just going behind the mountains in the distance, casting a red-orange glow against your skin, You sat with your legs out in front of you and your arms behind you watching as the last light disappeared. You would often come up here to be alone and clear your mind from all the voices you heard swirling through your head due to your powers.

They weren't always easy to deal with, It took you a long time but you can manage to control who's internal thoughts to focus on now. Druig had similar powers to you, he was the only one out of all the Eternals who understood what you were going through. You were envious of him at times though, he could only mind control people and didn't have to deal with voices bombarding his mind all the time, only when he mind controlled someone could he read their thoughts.

Druig sat beside you with his legs crossed fiddling with a small flower he had plucked from the ground. You told him that he should've kept it in the ground so it could've flourished and grown more, he felt a little remorseful when you said that but twirled it between his fingers silently.

This was the second time you had brought Druig to your special place, knowing he sometimes needed to get away from everyone for a while and had some sort of peace. You had that in common with each other seeking refuge in being alone, wanting nothing more than to be isolated since everyone always made you anxious. Something just felt right with Druig and you weren’t sure what.

You had only said a few words to him when you both started your journey to your hill, Druig wasn't usually chatty either but the silence was often comforting between you both.

“It’s quite fascinating," Druig says suddenly, taking you by surprise.

"What is?" you ask.

"I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet,” he replies.

He watches you in the village, he sees how you are with the people and how you hold yourself. Compassionate and very talkative but with him you always seem to be distant or one-sided, he thought it was because you were so considerate you'd give him a chance to be around you, that maybe you didn't like him as much because of how he was. He couldn't blame you though he was different than the others, the black sheep one might say.

If only he knew that wasn't the case. You keep your gaze on the horizon but could feel his eyes watching you. The more you spent time with him even after so long of witnessing him be mysterious he intrigued you. He was quiet and reserved, something you didn't find in anyone else and it drew you closer to him. Wanting to find some underlying thing about him, something for you only to see but felt so far away since he was so cut off from everyone.

The cool breeze sweeps through your hair and the tension doesn't ease away your feelings for him, only creating a severe endearment and longing to reach out to him and express yourself.

"I can see somethins running through that pretty head of yours,"

He moves closer to you slowly like you're an animal he's trying to not spook away with his movements. You try not to jump when you feel his hand on your arm gently stroking your skin up and down. It ignites heat in its trail from your elbow up to the base of your shoulder

"Please, tell me what you're thinking," he pleads.

You inhale trying to determine whether or not to expose yourself to him, but you were tired of being anxious around him even if he didn't share the same affections you had to get this off your chest.

You turn your body to face him and your eyes lock in a stare. Suddenly the nerves creep back up and you look down at your hands in your lap fiddling with the tassel from your robes.

"I'm thinking that... I care about you a lot and.." before you could stop yourself you mumble out. “I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips,” you mumble.

"What?" he laughs out, the amused smile on his face telling you he heard you perfectly fine. You face plant into your hands trying to hide your face and you muffled out. " you heard me,"

Druig pulls your hands away from your face, leaning down to meet your eye level with a gentle smile. A pause between you two as a sure relief comes over you as you both share a look of concurrence. Words settle on the tip of Druigs tongue as he racks his brain for the right thing to say, until he takes a breath.

"I really care for you Y/N," he says earnestly.

He watches as your eyes light up and your lips upturn into a smile.

"I care for you as well," you reply in a beat.

You both giggle and unintentionally lean toward each other until your foreheads meet and you reach for Druigs hand, taking it and lacing your fingers together. The tension eases away from you both as the sun is now gone and the full moon rises in the east, casting a white glow over you both like a secure shield around your moment. You wished this moment in time could last longer, but eventually, you had to return to the domo for dinner.

So hand and hand you walked back down the hill, and when you returned and made your way to the dining room everyone saw you both together in your position, freezing and stopping their speech.

Everyone had mixed reactions, Sersi squealed and ran over to you both expressing how happy she was, for you both, Ajak and Thena just smiled happily, and Kingo was exasperated how he didn't see it coming. While everyone else was just in shock still.

You and Druig were just blushing at all the attention and went to sit beside one another.

Ajak got everyone to settle down as you all enjoyed Gills cooking and engaging in conversation. As you dug into your dinner you feel Druig's hand settle on your thigh innocently stroking your knee with his thumb as a way of showing endearment. You look over at him and exchange looks of contentment and return back to your food as you listen to your erratic family banter.

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tagging: @charlie-heatons-whxre @a-lumos-in-the-nox

[albakore]

Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ‘fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

[luxora]

Twice -> {CEO AU} -> Falling for someone who works for them

Requested: Yes

Group: Twice

Genre: Fluff. Some angst.

Nayeon

Nayeon knew that it was a bad idea, especially since it would go against her rule of coworkers dating, and yet she was unable to following her own standards as she continued to walk in her intended direction, swallowing down her bundle of nerves as the sound of typing reached her ears, along with the low voice of mumbling which somehow managed to make her heart flutter. Nayeon readied herself one more time before finally clearing her throat, prompting you to look up from your computer.

“Miss Im!” You exclaimed, shooting up from your desk to greet her, only to hit your knee against it and causing your half drunken coffee mug to knock itself over and spread the brown liquid all over the paperwork which you had laid out next to your keyboard. “Shit!”

You immediately tried to save the paperwork, turning your attention away from Nayeon, not noticing the slight smile which crawled along her lips while she watched you struggle to control the spread of coffee all over your desk. She often found herself doing that lately, smiling whenever she saw you doing something clumsy. Despite having such clean and precise work, you were quite the clumsy and messy person, your desk always in disarray and you always happening to trip over yourself, especially in the presence of Nayeon.

Nayeon was aware of intimidating she was, being the CEO of the company of where you are employed. Any employee would be intimidated when their boss suddenly arrived at their desk, especially with a neutral expression which never told you if you were in trouble or not. But you were almost never in trouble with her, not because she was impressed with your work and therefore did not deserve to get into trouble, but because you had somehow managed to catch her eye.

It was the strangest of things to happen to Nayeon. While she has had the experiences to date people in the same league as her, powerful and wealthy, she couldn’t help but feel flustered when she was in the company of you, a bumbling employee who managed to do something to accidentally hurt themselves in one way or another. Perhaps she could say it was one of your clumsy antics which caught her attention, but once you caught it, she just couldn’t seem to forget you, which flustered her to no end.

“Miss L/N.” Nayeon eventually said, halting you from your attempted saving of the paper work, neutral expression in place again as she couldn’t allow the other employees to see her sudden weakness for you. You gulped when you look at her, holding your saved papers meekly in your hands as you stood before her.

“Y-Yes Miss Im?” You stuttered, clearly nervous in her presence, something which delighted and scared Nayeon at the same time. Se cleared her throat before tilting her head upwards, looking down at you with an intimidating stare.

“I want you in my office in the next ten minutes. I have something to discuss with you.”

“Y-Yes ma'am!” You exclaimed, causing Nayeon to nod before turning away and walking back to her office, her cheeks slightly pink from the interaction with you.

“...How precarious.” She muttered to herself, her nerves fluttering in her stomach at the meeting she was going to have with you in the next ten minutes, hopefully her courage to ask you to join her for an evening meal that evening not going to fade away.

Jeongyeon

You were a lot closer than Jeongyeon had anticipated, and you also didn’t know that Jeongyeon was suddenly going to stop when she heard your voice right behind her. She gasped when she suddenly felt you crash into her and then hissed in pain when she felt hot liquid splash itself all over her back. Jeongyeon leapt away from you and ripped off her blazer, cursing as the boiling hot coffee which you were carrying for the other employees in your department was splayed all over her back, making a large wet patch.

“Jeongyeon! I’m so sorry!” You immediately tried to help her, grabbing the fallen napkins which you were carrying along with the drinks and frantically trying to pat at the wet patch on her back. Jeongyeon cursed and pushed you away with a glare.

“Stop! You’ve done enough!” She snapped, making you shrink back in shame as you looked at her with a guilty look. Jeongyeon cursed again before looking at her coffee stained blazer. “I have a meeting in twenty minutes and this of all things had to happen to me!”

“I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, ducking your head down apologetically at her while scrunching up the napkins in your hands as you helplessly stood on the spot.

Jeongyeon looked at you and couldn’t help but feel frustrated. While she was upset about suddenly getting covered in coffee, she was rather more frustrated about how she feels whenever she is near you. She is cold with you, treating you with short words and quick looks which would tell you that you were not in her good books, but it was rather that Jeongyeon didn’t know which book to put you in. It was about the way you held yourself, how you worked and how you interacted with others. She has small interactions with you, all due to you delivering documents to her from your department, and yet they were enough to put her on an edge which she didn’t understand.

She didn’t hate you, not at all. But she felt rather...swayed in your presence. She felt her body grow warm when she saw you, and her heart flutter when she heard your voice, and it frustrated her to know end as she could not understand why she would feel like this around you, an employee who she treated harsher than to most. You were a temptation, something which Jeongyeon wished to try and yet something kept holding her back, perhaps her own mind and morals.

“Clean this up, I don’t need anyone else to slip on a wet floor.” She ordered you, you ducking your head when she turned to you with a nod.

“Yes ma’am.” You said very respectfully, prompting Jeongyeon to recall you saying her name when you first bumped into her. She suddenly stepped into your personal space, making you squeak in surprise as she leveled you with a hard stare.

“And for future reference, do not use my first name unless I give you explicit permission. We are not friends, nor anything beyond employer or employee. Understand?” She said, internally grimacing as she felt her own words sting her, though not to the degree they stung you. She noticed a flash of your hurt in your eyes before you bowed to her again, both hands in fists.

“Understood ma’am.”

She wanted to say something more, to try elevate the heavy sensation in your chest but she chose to ignore. Instead she turned around and stormed off, not trusting herself in your presence any longer.

Momo

She knew it wasn’t your fault, it was her own colleague’s fault which caused the mix up of paperwork, but she could not allow herself to look like a fool in front of her investors. So while you were looking at her helplessly, the wrong paperwork in your hands, Momo just fixed you with a cool stare while tightening her grip on the table edge.

“Out.” She ordered, the words escaping through her gritted teeth while she attempted to control herself.

She could see that you were terrified, probably expecting to lose your job after such a huge mix up for this very important meeting, but Momo was not going to do that to you. She knew better, it wouldn’t be fair to you because it wasn’t your fault. While she could see that her colleague believed that they had dodged a bullet, since you were the one who was taking the blame for their mistake, she was going to make sure that they were punished accordingly. You didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that in front of everyone. Especially not by her who wanted to do everything but that to you.

“I apologize everyone, I will ensure that you all receive a copy of the documents by tomorrow morning.” Momo said, turning her attention back to the investors to do damage control, knowing that they were less than impressed about the mix up.

She eventually managed to continue the meeting, having to cut it short due to the needed documents not being available for the meeting. After she fared farewell to the investors, she turned her her attention to her colleague as they began to complain about you and the disaster of the meeting.

“Man, I can’t believe that Y/N could mess us up like that. I swear that they should just be-”

Momo didn’t let them finish their sentence as she suddenly grabbed them by the tie and brought them close to her, practically forcing them to be nose to nose while she glared at them, fierce protectiveness of you filling her body to the brim while her colleague paled at the intensity of Momo’s rage.

“If you think that I am going to make Y/N take responsibility for your mistake, then you are sorely mistaken.”

“B-But I didn’t-”

“I recall very correctly that I assigned the development of the documents to you, so for you to just pawn it off to a young employee whose duty is not to do your work for you speaks volumes to me about your character and the type of employee you are to my company. One which I do not agree with nor like.”

“I-I-”

“Miss Hirai.” Your voice suddenly called out to her, awkwardly looking at the position of Momo and her colleague together, your fingers trembling slightly as you held a large pile of documents in your hands. “I-I managed to find the documents y-you needed. B-But it seems I was too late. I-if you want, I can take the documents to-”

“No need.” Momo interrupted, letting go of her colleague’s tie and fixing her clothes before fixing a cold smile on her face. “You will not be the ones to deal with them. Your supervisor here will be the one to personally deliver them to every single one of our investors.”

Both you and her colleague looked at her in shock, but she did not change her expression as she kept her cold smile in place while reaching out to take the papers from you and dumping them into her colleague’s hands. They tried to protest.

“B-But Momo-”

“It was your fault and Y/N had to take the fall for you. You will fix your mistake by doing this. Now go before I decided to take your employment into consideration for termination.”

They knew that she was serious, so they decided that it was best to just follow her orders before she made due on her threat. She watched as her colleague scurried for the elevator to begin their task before turning to you. You were still staring at her in shock, and she couldn’t help but offer an apologetic smile to you, regret filling her instantly with how she made a fool of you in the meeting.

“I would like to apologize to you Y/N, I humiliated you in front of the investors despite knowing it was not your fault. I’m sorry for that.” She said sincerely, taking you by surprise.

“I-Its okay Miss Hirai, I-I understand why you did it.” You said, making Momo smile. She shook her head.

“Nonetheless, I owe you an apology. May I treat you to a coffee at the downstairs cafe? Their coffee is brilliant.” Her smile grew when she noticed your sudden blush.

“O-Oh that is not necessary.” You tried to protest but Momo would not allow it to go undone.

“It very much is. Come along, I’ll even get you a brownie.”

Momo turned and immediately began to walk to the elevator, giving you no choice but to follow her while trying to protest to her need to make it up to you. But your protests fell upon deaf ears, she was going to make it up to you, as well to take advantage of being alone with you for a small while, even if it is just over a cup of coffee and a brownie.

Sana

Sana had a type, one which did not really change due to how she was able to relate to them, as well as to the stability which they offered. She liked the strong types, the ones who could handle themselves and take control of a situation, very much like her due to most of the people she has dated being fellow entrepreneurs in charge of their own companies. Besides, that was usually who she was in company with most of the time, so it was fair for her to date those types of people.

However her type managed to change into something the opposite of that. Not to a weaker type so to say, but rather to someone more laid-back, more emotional. Or rather, someone who would much rather spend their time with her rather than spend it on their company to make it succeed more in the industry.

You were quite the special case to Sana, especially since you were an employee of hers. While most would try pitch their all to Sana, wanting to up their game in the business industry to achieve greater things, you were simply content working under her, having to admire her for a while and having to work for her already being a dream come true for you. She wouldn’t say that you had no ambition, but that you were simply content to help Sana achieve success in her company, which was odd for a potential business person to have, and yet she did mind it. In fact, it was probably your admiration for her which drew her in.

She smiled when she pulled away from you, her hand still cupping your cheek as you panted for breath with flushed cheeks, your hand resting on her hips as she had you pressed against the wall of the filing room. While it was rather old fashioned, Sana liked to keep paper documentation of all her clients, past transactions, and files of her employees and partners in order to have physical evidence prepared for everything and anything, it is proved to be beneficial for the two of you as the filing room most often was where the two of you found the time to savor each other’s company.

“You’re so cute.” Sana cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your red cheek, giggling while you squeaked from the contact. “You just never seem to get used to this.”

“W-Well it still surprises me that... that you and I...are...” You lingered, your cheeks still bright red while Sana gazed at you with loving eyes. She giggled again before pecking you on the lips.

“Dating?” She stated, her stomach fluttering at the reminder of the status between the two of you.

The relationship between the two of you was still fairly new, both of you adjusting to the different dynamics of your relationship, considering that Sana was your boss during business hours, but your girlfriend during outside hours. Sana knew that you were still in disbelief that she had fallen you, but she eventually could not help it. She craved your loyalty beyond an employee to their employer, she wanted you to be loyal to her in every way possible, inside and outside the business. And she eventually managed to get that when you agreed to go on a date with her.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, rather pathetically from your side as Sana was just so capable to turn you into a pile of mush, especially when she liked to risk the two of you getting found out by cornering you in the filing room for a makeout session. But you weren’t really complaining, because you loved the risk almost as much as Sana did.

“Do I need to remind you that us dating is a reality?” Sana whispered, her voice dropping a few octaves as she subjectively began to stroke your side with her other hand, a wicked smile crawling along her face as she locked you with her gaze. You gulped but squeezed her hips before nodding.

“T-That might be necessary. You know, to make sure I’m not still dreaming.”

You were so remarkably charming, something which you were not aware of which just made Sana more fond of you. You always somehow managed to make her heart flutter with your words, intentional or not, and Sana couldn’t help but lean forward to catch your lips in a quick but passionate kiss, pressing her body against yours as she slipped a leg between yours, making a gasp leave your lips.

“Not a dream love, I promise.” She whispered against your lips before covering them with her own again, her arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place as she continued to kiss you.

Jihyo

Jihyo prided herself on being able to keep her composure in all cases, especially where it was needed. She was respectable at all times and treated everyone fairly despite her personal feelings for them. You were no different from the rest, but Jihyo was slowly feeling her grasp of control of her composure loosening everyday when she interacted with you.

“Good morning Jihyo.” You said, smiling at her as you glanced up from your computer as she walked onto her floor, you already at your secretary desk as expected as you always arrived at the company before she did.

“Good morning Y/N.” The smile which Jihyo gave you was genuine, as well as the joy that she felt by seeing you early in the morning, even if it is just routine which she had to go through for the last year with you. “How was your date last night? Successful I presume?”

Asking you about the blind date you went on last night would be quite unprofessional from an outside perspective, but for the past year with you working as her secretary, she would say that the two of you have developed some kind of friendship. And while Jihyo did cherish the friendship she has established with you, the forbidden feelings of wanting more was just swirling bigger every day and for the past three months she has tried to hold herself strong, trying to maintain her composure as much as she could in your presence, only she felt she was not going to last much longer.

The proof being the painful sensation in her chest when she asked you about the date that could have possibly gone well for you, as well as imagining you being with someone else other than her. But it appeared that reality was kind to her this time as you groaned and shook your head in dismay before looking at her with disappointing eyes.

“Not a chance in hell. They were completely horrible. I am going to kill my friend for even thinking that the two of us would work out.”

While she did feel somewhat sorry for you that the date did not work, she couldn’t help but feel a sense a glee at the news. Although she had no reason to, as it was her own subconscious which was preventing her from taking advantage of the situation, to perhaps whirl up a plan for her to make up the date to you. To take you our for the evening, dine, drink wine and quite possibly...

“I’m sorry to hear that. It is their loss. Anyone will be lucky to have you.” She said, smiling softly at you while her own mind was picturing various scenarios, ones of which consisted of you and her in embraces far beyond those of friendship, sharing kisses, holding hands and just...being with each other. You glanced up and flashed her an appreciative smile.

“Thank you Jihyo. Hopefully one day I will find the one.

I am right here.

That is what Jihyo wanted to say, to just tell you how she felt about you, how she was finding herself losing her grasps of her control as she was with you. The two of you have known each other for over a year, you working under her for over a year, establishing a friendship with her despite being employee and employer. She wanted you to know how she was feeling, for herself to just ask if you felt the same as she did. Surely the feeling could not be unrequited. Surely not...

“You will Y/N. They might be closer than you think.” Jihyo said, giving you one last smile before entering her office, closing the door to seal you off from her for the rest of the morning.

She valued her control of her composure, and yet each time she saw you, she felt her grip of control only loosening inch by inch, and world knows what will happen once she finally loses it.

Mina

Mina didn’t really search for love, and yet it somehow managed to find itself in her office when she was in need of a new secretary.

Love at first sight was a saying which Mina didn’t really believe. She was always logical in everything that she had done, all through all of her schooling and studies in business school, she believe in hard facts and logic above everything, hence why she has become so successful today. And yet no logic could explain to her of why your very presence in her office affected her so much.

You were a fresh graduate, hoping to step into the business world with the shoes of a secretary, wanting to help the best to be the best. You were nervous, it was very clear, but Mina could also see how confident you were in your abilities despite not having any references in your resume. She blinked past your startling face, taking control of herself as she glanced down at your resume on her desk, paging through it and reading through your basic details.

Twenty-two years old, decently high grades, enjoy reading and writing, ‘strive to work for the best to be the best’

You had the general resume that was the expected of a beginner, not really standing out to her like the other candidates. There were candidates here more qualified than you, standing out like diamonds in the first, while you were very much like a common mineral mixed with the grains of sand. And yet...

“What are you willing to do to work here?’ Mina asked, looking back up at you with a slightly raised eyebrow which made her appear slightly patronizing while still intimidating. You squirmed in your seat before clearing your throat before answering.

“A-Anything. I will do my best to-”

“As I am sure that you are aware, there are plenty of others here who can offer more than you could in terms of references and advanced skill work. What exactly is it that can set you apart from them?” Mina interrupted, making you freeze in your seat, unable to answer.

In the past, Mina would just call the interview to the end, leaving herself unsatisfied with the tedious past time of receiving another mediocre employee. And yet she was finding herself entertaining the idea of you possibly work for her. To have you start yourself in the business world by her side, help your grow and develop into a possibly great business person. And maybe...include you in her life somehow.

Mina shook her head. She could not understand why she was allowing one above average candidate affect her so much, and yet she found herself slightly sitting on the edge of her seat, her eyes watching your facial expression with concealed interest, watching you deliberating with yourself as you tried to think of an answer which would impress Mina. Your eyebrows were furrowing, and she could see your eye twitching slightly before you finally looked at her again, fire in your eyes.

“I will give you everything Miss Myoi. Whatever you need, I will give. No boundaries.”

Those were quite possibly the most dangerous words you could say to her, especially since the evidence was the sudden thoughts which entered her mind which were positively sinful. She continued to stare at you a while, trying to knit pick your words while resting her chin on her laced hands, her gaze freezing you to the seat. She was used to people squirming during interviews, you not being any different from the past candidates, but this time Mina was interested in a candidate, something which was still bizarre for her to comprehend.

“Thank you very much for the interview Y/N L/N. We will be in touch.” Mina dismissed, closing your resume and setting it aside before nodding to you.

You froze, unable to understand what was going through Mina’s head. It was only when Mina nodded at you did you stand up from your seat, thanking her politely before leaving her office, leaving Mina to herself. She cocked her head to the side and leaned into her chair, gazing at the door with a contemplative look on her face.

What was it about you that was making her so interested? Her curious nature was going to be the death of her, however she cannot resist. Not this time. Be it a one time attraction or a meddling thought on her part, but she will find out what it is which attracts her to you.

“Y/N L/N.” She said experimentally, enjoying the way your name rolled off her tongue. She smiled. “I am looking forward to knowing you.”

Dahyun

Dahyun had left the building to have lunch meeting with one of her investors, successfully winning over another investment from them yet again before returning to her company to continue with the rest of the afternoon work. She had the odd luck to step into an empty elevator, usually it being filled to the brim with her employees, but she was not complaining. She rather enjoyed not being shoved by multiple bodies or forced to inhale the same air. The elevator were about to close when suddenly they were stopped by a arm shoving its way between the closing metal solids.

“Yikes!” You yelped, pulling your arm back while re-balancing the heavy box of documents you were carrying, the elevators door opening once again to let you in, giving you and Dahyun the chance to lock eyes. You squeaked when you saw her. “M-Miss Kim!”

Dahyun felt her face warm when she caught sight of you, the two month intern who had been running about her company fulfilling the orders and demands from her other employees. You were all but a mere intern, and yet Dahyun found herself growing warm at the sight of you running about, even going as far to visit the particular working areas where she knew you would be, just to catch a sight of you trying to work out the systems and ways of her company workings.

“Hello.” She greeted, internally grimacing at how awkward she sounded, however it did not seem to be noticed by you as your face was red with embarrassment, squeaking once again when the elevator attempted to close again due to you waiting outside of it. You stopped it with your arm again before looking at her helplessly.

“I-I’m so sorry ma’am, I-I can just take the next one-”

“Why wait when you can just join me now? We are both going up.” Dahyun said, smiling at you while she watched you bumble about before thanking her and stepping inside, pressing yourself elevator wall while keeping your head down. Dahyun cocked her head at you.

“Floor?” You snapped your head at her.

“Huh?” You asked clumsily, internally smacking yourself upside the head for gaping like an idiot. Dahyun smiled at you again, her heart fluttering at your slightly confused look before pointing at the floor buttons which were on her side of the elevator.

“Which floor are you going on?” She asked, her eyes glinting playfully while her cheeks warmed at your deer-in-headlights expression. You blushed.

“F-Fifteen.” You said, making Dahyun nod as she pressed the number and watched as the elevator closed and begging to ascend.

...

..

.

This elevator was too small. Even though it was just you and her, Dahyun still found it too small. She was suffocating. Neither of you said anything, but she could feel you glancing at her, she doing the same when she knew that you weren’t looking. You did not run into Dahyun often, only seeing her when she visited the department you would be assigned to for that day, but being this close in her presence was intimidating for you, especially since you knew just how great she was.

Dahyun was not an unkind boss, not at all. She was well-liked by everyone in the company, firm with her stands and yet friendly with everyone. Some looked up to her as an Unnie rather than a boss, having a great deal of love and respect for her as a businesswoman and a person. She was just wonderful overall. You had tried to snuck a glance at her again, only to squeak when you caught Dahyun already looking at you, hence catching you peaking at her from the side.

“...Are you enjoying your time at my company?” Dahyun asked, internally swooning at your bright blush at getting caught peeking. You floundered like a fish before shifting the heavy box in your arms, your arms straining from its weight.

“Y-yes Miss Kim. I-I love it here.” You finally said, making Dahyun smile serenely at you, making your heart flutter at the sight.

“Good.”

The elevator eventually stopped at your floor, making you hurry out with a brief goodbye to Dahyun before you scurried off, Dahyun smiling after you before the doors closing again and ascending back to her own office floor.

Good.

Chaeyoung

“Chaeyoung, you know that we have to go to work eventually.” You murmured in her ear, prompting Chaeyoung to tighten her arms around you as she nuzzled her head under your chin.

“Five more minutes.” She grumbled into your collarbone, tickling you slightly while you huffed but gently stroked your fingers down her spine.

“You literally said that ten minutes ago.” You yelped when you felt Chaeyoung nip your skin, pulling away just to half-glare at her. Chaeyoung glared back.

“I’m the boss, so you must listen to what I say.”

“We haven’t clocked in yet, you’re still my girlfriend and I don’t have to listen to you.”

One of thing which Chaeyoung found frustrating and endearing about you was your habit to challenge her. You liked to speak your mind, no matter to who you were talking to or the position you were in, you were a spark of fire who wanted to burn and be noticed as a blaze, which you were as Chaeyoung had recruited you into her team in order to help her company improve and succeed even more. It was just a happy coincidence that the two of you fell in love.

“You won’t be saying that once we do.” Chaeyoung murmured, pressing a kiss to the red spot where she had bitten you. You scoffed.

“Yeah right, you can’t silence me.”

“I can if I am the one giving you your paycheck.”

“You respect my opinion too much to just blackmail me to keep quiet.”

“No, its just because you get so happy when I agree with you, hence why I do it.”

“Or maybe you are just too proud to admit that my suggestions help you and the company, hence why I am still employed.” You quipped, smirking as you knew that you got Chaeyoung in a spot as she scowled at you before turning away out of you arms on the other side of the bed. “Hit the nail on the head.”

“Shut up.” Chaeyoung grumbled, pushing the sheets of her and moving her legs of the bed edge to sit up, ruffling her fingers through her hair in a huff before standing up.

“You love me even though I piss you off.” You said, smirk still in place as you looked at her from your pillow, confidence shining in your eyes which just made Chaeyoung roll her own before she walked to the door.

“I have no choice. You ideas help my company, I’ll be stupid not to love you.” she heard you make a mock gasp behind her as she reached the door.

“And here I thought you love me because of my witty personality.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, noticing how you were clutching at your chest in mock pain.

“Witty isn’t the word I would use, but don’t worry. Your personality is one of the things I do love.” Chaeyoung felt her heart flutter when a genuine smile crawled along your face at her words, prompting you to sit up from the bed and lean against the head board with a wink.

“I love you.” You said, easily making her heart flutter as she reflected the smile back to you.

“I love you too. Now get your ass out of bed.” She opened the door and walked out the room as you started to say something, smile still lingering on her face as she headed to the kitchen to make the two of you coffee.

Tzuyu

While Tzuyu’s looks would make others believe that she had plenty of experience in the dating world, it was rather the opposite. Tzuyu preferred keeping to herself than to put herself out there with others, although it is most ironic due to her occupation which consists with interacting with people everyday.

Perhaps it was due to Tzuyu’s quiet demeanor which had allowed her to get this far. She studied a lot due to keeping to herself, which resulted in her graduating from high school with the highest marks, along with entering one of the most prestigious business schools in the country before establishing her own business which only flourished under her leadership. One could say that she was both admired and intimidated for her beauty, along with the attachments with it.

Tzuyu was one of the youngest, most successful entrepreneurs in the business world, being part of the list of ‘Youngest Entrepreneurs in the World’ and repeatedly making it every year as it was almost astounding to others how she was so successful despite being so young. She did not understand what her age had to do with it, she was simply a hard worker with a pretty face, though she wondered if her looks was more than a curse than a blessing.

Although it was a blessing in the case that it attracted you to her. You were surprised to find out how your boss, with astounding beauty, had never dated anyone before, much less kissed someone before. You saw it as a true crime to humanity for no one to ever kiss Tzuyu, but then again, it was your own blessing in disguise as you got to be her first in everything.

Tzuyu jumped when she felt a pair of lips on her neck as she waited for the coffee machine to finish making her drink before she relaxed, smiling when she felt the now familiar arms wrap around her waist while a chin rest on her shoulder, your breath tickling the side of her face as she stood on the spot with you behind her.

“Busy day today?” You asked, already knowing the answer. She hummed.

“Yes. And you have one too.”

“Courtesy of you boss.” You quipped, causing Tzuyu to smack your arm lightly as it was wrapped around her waist as you held her.

“You will not suddenly be let off of your work just because we are...well...” Tzuyu lingered on, warmth hitting her cheeks as she was still getting used to your being her lover, her first one that she has ever had. And you cooed when you saw her red cheeks. You kissed one with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t expect any special treatment from you. You are way to professional for that.”

Tzuyu didn’t say anything, instead she grabbed her coffee and took a sip to distract herself from your teasing voice, as well as contemplating if your words were a compliment or not. While the two of you were still newly dating, she did not intend to suddenly let your work decrease by any means. She still wanted her company to grow and succeed and not even being in a relationship can’t stop that goal of hers. But you seemed understanding of that, something which she did appreciate.

“Anyway, I better go. I have a meeting with one of the branch managers with the new promotional sale you had us set up. So I need to go. I’ll see you later.” You pressed a kiss to Tzuyu’s cheek before releasing her and stepping away, only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist as Tzuyu turned to face you. She stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, a sweet peck which she pulled away from with pink cheeks. You smiled at her. “Aww, thanks. You’re so cute.”

Tzuyu blushed pinker before releasing you and walking away, you laughing at her embarrassed retreat before leaving, allowing Tzuyu the time to try get control over herself before her next meeting.

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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Nighttime Cuddle

okay yes i know i have several prompts waiting for me to work on, im gonna get to em i swear ; ;/

BUT have this to maybe tide y'all over for a bit till i can get my shit together. Borrowing @stuffems lad Jasper..cause im gay alright?

kinda g/t gay cuddles

The movie marathon that was supposed to be for two hours had winded up being six on accident when you heard one of your movie watching partners Jasper say he hadn't seen one of your favorite movies before. The others had long since called it a night, leaving you and him yawning on the communal couch as the credits finally started rolling.

During the long film you had wound up reclining against the much bigger man, finding out he made a fantastic pillow and movie commentator alongside your own antics. You were comfortably warm resting against him and the siren call of sleep was starting to win against your defiant attempts at staying awake a few more minutes.

A long yawn roused you a bit as Jasper was apparently fighting the same battle you were, and giving in willingly by the looks of things.

"Tha movie was good n all but ah think we oughta call it a day, can't keep m'dang eyes open nother minute.."

"Yeah...Don't think I can even make it to my bed with how tired I feel right now. Guess I can crash on the couch for tonight." "Oh now that ain't gonna do, this rickey piece of junk's gonna mess yer dang back up somethin fierce if y'all try sleepin on it..Tell ya what, if ya don't mind sharin a bed for one night, y'all can spend tha night with me."

"Wait really..? If you're sure you don't mind, well I won't say no."

"Course! Ah wouldn't leave a lil thing like y'all out in tha cold like that. Ah'm man enough ta not mind sharin my bed with a friend now n then. Let's get ta movin before we both wind up passin out on tha couch though."

You gave a tired nod and managed to pull yourself from the cowboys warmth long enough to get off the damn couch and follow behind him towards his lodgings.

You didn't bother changing aside from slipping off your shoes and socks, leaving both by his door as you prepped for sleep as Jasper did much the same in the small bathroom nearby. Soon both of you were cleaned up and ready to pass out in the cosy looking bed nearby. It was alot damn bigger than yours by a good margin, then again Jasper easily had a few feet on you as well in the size category. You'd be able to stretch out with no problem, once you got into the bed of course.

Being the guest you let Jasper get in first and make himself comfortable before climbing in on the opposite side with some effort. Once you got up you wasted no time in ducking under the covers and making yourself comfortable, while giving Jasper a polite amount of space. His back was facing you as you got settled at long last, hugging a pillow to your side and feeling yourself relax as the much bigger man beside you turned the light off.

"G'night, hope y'all sleep alright tonight. If ya need anythin don't worry bout wakin me up okay?"

"Don't worry I think I'll be knocked out well until morning Jasper, g'night and sleep well!"

"Heh, Ah think Ah'll do much tha same at this point. Sleep well~"

It wasn't much longer after that when sleep claimed both of you with ease.

You woke up sometime in the middle of the night feeling a rather heavy weight slowly settling itself over you and gently squeezing you. Bleary eyed you tried to shift to see what was going on, and in the dim light of the room you figured out what was going on and felt your face start to heat up.

Jasper had turned over in his sleep and grabbed the pillow you were using to hug against himself..And in the process he had shifted to partially lay against you. You were flush to most of his chest by your back and now were pinned in place thanks to him hugging the pillow and trapping you inbetween it and his arm. If you angled your head a bit you could make out the mans sleeping face a ways above you, serenely still sleeping despite bearhugging you to himself.

..It wasn't bad if you were being honest with yourself, hugged close like this in such a gentle way. You liked Jasper plenty, he was a sweetheart of a man by anyones standard. He probably even knew how getting hugged by him now and then gave you fucking butterflies, it didn't help that he liked lifting you off your feet in the process thanks to just how much bigger he was than you.

You could wake him up and he'd move..but did you really want that? He was unfairly warm, not unbearably so but that lovely middleground that made him somehow perfect for cuddling like this. He wasn't crushing you either, the pillow gave just enough of a buffer to make it feel like you were under a heavy blanket. In short, somehow Jasper had managed to cuddle you close to him in his sleep, and it was unfairly nice...It was like he was subconsciously teasing you.

With Jaspers warmth slowly seeping into you, sleep was quickly once again overcoming you. And frankly you didn't mind going back to sleep like this, you knew you'd get teased good naturedly come morning, but right now you couldn't help but want to savor being in the large mans embrace like this until sleep forced your eyes to slip shut once more.

Several hours later, Jasper woke up feeling oddly very refreshed. He was about to shift when he remembered last night, and him inviting you to share his bed. He had also became aware of himself hugging something close under the blankets, and at first thought it was his spare pillow..before looking down and seeing you curled up adorably against him.

Fighting back the urge to coo and wake you up ruffling your head, he opted to hug you a big closer, feeling you shift and wiggle just a big against him. You were just too damn cute like that, he couldn't hold back the deep chuckle from rumbling out of his chest.

"Mornin sleepyhead, looks like we both slept pretty good huh?"

You woke up feeling warm and cosy still, before you outright felt a laugh roll over you..looks like Jasper caught you. Feeling your face heat up again you huffed and nodded, only feeling a tiny bit embarassed.

"Well I can't say I did..though I didn't know you really liked to cuddle in your sleep.."

"Eh, who can blame me when someone as adorable as yerself is beside em haha~ Oh c'mon don't hide like that, Ah'm jus teasin!"

"Lemme gooo already Jasper, you big damn teddy bear!"

You whined but Jasper's only retort was to hug you tighter and laugh more. Despite it all you'd say it was a good start to the morning regardless.

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Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness 

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her. 

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair​​ writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

italics represent a flashback 

Taglist: send me a message if you would like to be added @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ @klausdatprettyboi​ @georgeweasleyswhre​​

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left. 

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

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As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

ahh im obsessed with the summer prompts. Can I request Lifeguard Tom with prompt 36 please? preferably fluffy ending but its all up to you thanks!

This became very long sorry bestie. I hope you still enjoy it tho! Love you so much, thank you for the request love!

Reminder to everyone else that the Summer of Love is still going on and I'll be accepting requests for it until September 22nd! You can find the prompt list here!

Let’s Give It a Shot

36 - It’s the last day of summer, and your last day together

Pairing: Lifeguard! Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom shows you exactly why you love him so much

Warnings: angst, crying, fighting

Masterlist

Summer of Love

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Tom peaked at the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head, a smile came over his face at the sight.

“Good morning angel,” he cooed, “Like what you see?”

“I liked it better when you had your shirt off,” she teased, her voice still raspy and tired, “Remind me why we agreed to work today?”

“It’s only till noon,” he reminded as he bent to kiss her. He laughed as she attempted to pull him into bed, “I’ve got to get going, swim class starts at 7.”

She rolled onto her back and groaned, “Who the fuck takes their kids to swim class at 7?”

“Their toddlers angel, most of them have been up since 5,” he pecked her lips one final time before standing up, “I’ll see you at 8?”

She hummed, nodding once before she closed her eyes again, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he watched her settle back into bed before leaving, closing the bedroom door as quietly as he could behind him.

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“Bye bye,” Tom waved to the kids as they padded through the lobby.

“We’ll see you all Thursday,” Harrison added.

“Well I really appreciate it,” Tom smiled in response, falling into the spinning chair that she usually sat in, “Seriously, I owe you.”

The kids filed out, being ushered away by their parents while the boys hung around the front desk.

“I can’t believe I agreed to take you shift,” Harrison yawned, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the best,” he glanced towards the door, just in time to spot (y/n), “Oh shit, fun’s over Tom, time to get back to work.”

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes, “What are you two doing at my desk huh?”

“You’re desk?” Tom smirked, “This is my desk today angel.”

“Oh and I suppose you want me to save the drowning children?”

“No,” he stood and grabbed her by the waist, “Haz is going to watch the pool today and I’m going to help you up front.”

She raised a brow and turned to Harrison, “Really?”

He nodded, “Course sweetheart, happy to give you a little extra time together.”

“Aw, thank you Haz,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re welcome,” he gave her a squeeze before dropping her, “Alright, I’ve got to go clean up, you two just make sure everything is done. I don’t want to get in trouble because you two were making out instead of working.”

“We will, don’t worry,” she laughed, “Thank you guys, I couldn’t have dreamed up a better last day.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom hummed, pressing his lips to hers as she tried to reach for the computer behind him, “We could do this everyday if you stayed, I could switch to the front.”

“Tom you know I can’t,” she sighed, “I don’t think we should be having this discussion at work either, it’s just gonna make us both emotional.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow morning so I’m gonna be emotional no matter what,” he sighed, “You never want to talk about this.”

“Because I don’t like thinking about leaving. I don’t like the idea of being far away anymore than you do.”

“Then don’t leave,” he grabbed her hands, preventing her from getting to her job, “Just stay here. You can move in with us, Haz adores you, he won’t mind.”

“Tom I can’t. I have to go back to school, and right now I have to open, so can we please save this for later?”

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it later.”

“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek before pushing across the floor.

He laughed as the chair spun away from her, “I don’t know how you expect me to help from all the way over here.”

“I expect you to go make sure the bathrooms are stocked,” she flashed him a cheeky smile while she popped open the register, “And I’m gonna count the cash.”

He sighed and dragged his feet towards the closet, “Fine, fine, I wouldn’t do it for anyone else though.”

The day continued as normal, despite Tom’s best attempts to distract (y/n) from work. Tom had surprised her by doing most of the work throughout the day, insisting she simply sit and handle the register. It was a nice change, normally when Tom hung out in the front it was just to steal drinks and tease. Tom busted through all of her tasks, seeming impossibly determined to get them home as soon as possible. He’d managed to do it too, Harry arrived at exactly noon and he’d rushed (y/n) right out the door.

“Hurry,” Tom shook her shoulders while she gathered her things.

“I am, I am, sheesh,” she shoved her phone into her purse and stood, “What’s the big rush?”

“I’ve just got a lot planned for today,” he beamed at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “Now come on, our first stop is this way.”

“Our first stop?” she knit her brow as he led her towards the pool, “Wait why are we going to the pool?”

“Because it’s our first stop,” he repeated, stopping just outside the doors, “See that?” he pointed to one of the lifeguard’s chairs.

She nodded, trying to imagine where he might be taking the conversation, “I do see the chair Tom.”

“It’s the most important chair in the world,” he kissed the top of her head with a smile, “Because I was sitting in that chair the first time I saw you.”

She flushed, biting her cheek to try and fight off her smile, “Stop.”

“I remember it exactly. You walked out of there and I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, you wouldn’t believe how disappointed I was when they said you were gonna be up front.”

“I thought you were pretty cute too.”

He laughed, “Thank God you did.”

“Did you bring me out here just for that?” she raised a brow, “You’re not trying to throw me into the pool?”

He shook his head, “No, just wanted to be a little sappy. Now I’m gonna take you on that date and be even sappier.”

“Lucky me,” she chuckled, “So, where are you taking me now?”

“Minx,” he smirked, “Alright darling, just get ready for the best date of your life.”

“Back home, I can’t parade around the town dressed like this,” he motioned to his swim trunks with a smile, “As much as you might like that.”

“I’d rather save that for tonight,” she teased back, “When I’ve got you all to myself.”

Tom took her home, refusing to reveal even the tiniest detail about their date as they both got ready. He claimed it would be long, that’d they’d be out until that night, but refused to give her any more details. He even went as far as to try and blindfold her when they got in the car, but he quickly dropped it when she refused. She expected he’d be taking her somewhere new or out of town because of this, she was completely in shock when he just drove her to a sandwich shop just up the street from the pool.

“Seriously? We eat here like everyday,” she rolled her eyes, “This cannot be it Tom.”

“It’s not,” he laughed, “Obviously I’ve got something more than this planned. I just thought we could stop here.”

“Why?”

“Because, if you remember,” he began to explain, a smile overtaking his features, “You stayed late to help me clean the pool and I took you to lunch as thanks. It was like our first half date.”

“Half date?” she laughed, “That is not a thing Tom.”

“Yes it is, it was the first time we hung out outside of work together, and it’s when I asked you out, it’s a half date.”

“Those are very specific circumstances that define a half date,” she pursed her lips, fighting her urge to smile.

“Whatever, the point is, this place is special because it reminds me of you,” he leaned over the middle console to press a kiss to her cheek, “And I just wanted to tell you that before we got to the real date.”

“Aw,” she cooed at him, “Don’t tell me it’s going to get even sappier than this.”

“Oh angel, just you wait, it’s only getting worse and worse from here.”

She watched out the windows as Tom drove her across town to another restaurant, though this time she knew exactly why he’d brought her there.

“Tom,” she bit her lip as she spoke, “This is incredibly cute.”

“Ah not here angel,” he grabbed her hands as she tried to open the door, “Just being sappy again. Remember what happened here?”

“Our first date, how could I ever forget that?” she smiled as she reminisced on the happy memories, “We got all dressed up and you brought me flowers. Then we talked until they closed, and we still couldn’t get enough of each other so you drove me up to that cliff side and talked all night.”

“No, no, it was nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes, “I picked you up and you looked so fucking gouregous I could barely speak. Then I took you to this restaurant and I tried so desperately and to seem interesting enough to keep your attention. For some reason you put up with me, and we talked and talked and talked. I thought you’d want to go home at the end of the night but you still weren’t sick of me so we drove up to that little lookout point and I fell madly and deeply in love with you while we talked the night away.”

“You did not fall in love with you on our first date,” she rolled her eyes, “You’re just trying to make me emotional.”

“I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on you, it just took me a little while to realize it.”

She sighed, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, “I fell in love with you the first time we kissed. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else.”

“Mine was cuter,” Tom hummed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “Alright, are we going to the real date now?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” he shushed her, driving just a few parking lots over to the local bowling alley, “Remember here?”

“Another one?” she sighed, “Alright, you took me here to introduce me to your brothers. I found out that I majorly suck at bowling that night.”

“Yeah you do,” he laughed, “But my brothers adore you, they treat you like a sister and it totally melts my heart.”

“Yeah, I think they’re cool too,” she chuckled, “So, is there an actual date or are you just taking me on a victory lap of the city?”

“There is a date, at the end of the victory lap,” he admitted, “There’s just a couple more things I want you to see first.”

“You’ll see, just give it a second,” he hummed.

Tom drove her all over the city, stopping anywhere with even the tiniest amount of significance. He took her to the club where they’d spent Harrison’s birthday, the fairgrounds where they spent way too much money on rigged games, even the local park, where her and Harry had gotten way too competitive with a game of frisbee golf. He took her to more sentimental spots too, like where they’d had their first kiss, the hill where they’d fallen asleep watching a meteor shower, the place where they’d first said I love you, where they’d had their first time. It was like a montage of their greatest hits, that had her falling in love with Tom, and the city, all over again. She was almost in tears when Tom finally declared that the tour was over, and it was really time for their date.

“Okay, where are we really going then?” she pressed, her eyes glued to the window for any clues, “I mean we’ve pretty much been everywhere already…”

“Looks like we’re heading to your place, or work,” she knit her brow.

“Does it?”

“Does it?” she mocked, “We have to get out of this car soon or I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Well,” he flicked his blinker on and turned into the pool parking lot, “Good thing we’re here.”

“Tom I swear to god I-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “But you can run inside real quick and use the restroom before we go.”

“They’re closed.”

“I have my keys,” he flicked off the car, grinning as he waved for her to follow, “Hurry up angel.”

She followed him inside, suspicious that he had some kind of ulterior motive, “We are not fooling around in there Tom.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he hummed as he opened the front door, “Go on, take care of your business.”

“Thanks,” she scampered off to the bathroom, only to find Tom was missing when she returned, “Tom?” she peaked around the lobby but found nothing. She got no response when she knocked on the men's locker room door, and the employee lobby was empty. “Tom?” she called again, peeking at her phone for any hints, “Come on,” she sighed and headed for the pool.

“Surprise!”

Out jumped everyone she’d spent the summer with, Tom, Harrison, his brothers, everyone they’d worked with at the pool, all the friends she’s made across town. The pool was all lit up, lined with tables full of food and drinks. (y/n) was in shock, her jaw hung open as she took it all in.

“So,” Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “What do you think?”

“This is amazing,” she squeezed his hands, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he kissed her cheek again before stepping away, “We all wanted to make your last night really special.”

“It’s perfect,” she confirmed, “Seriously, I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.”

“Glad to hear it love,” Harrison wrapped his arm around her shoulders for a quick hug, “Come on though, you’ve got lots of people to say goodbye too.”

She was led around to say hi to everyone, progressively becoming more and more emotional as the night went on. Tom stuck right to her side, doing his best to comfort her as the night went on. It was nice, she appreciated the gesture and everyone being there, but the realization that this was her goodbye just kept creeping back up. Tom could tell she was drained by the end of the night, obviously ready to just curl up in bed.

“Angel, are you ready to go home?” he hummed.

“No, no, I’m okay,” she insisted, “We should stay and help clean up.”

“You can’t clean up your own party,” Harry rolled his eyes, “We’ll stay back and clean it up. If you’re ready to go you and Tom can head out.”

“Are you guys sure?” she wrung her hands nervously, “We can stay and help.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, it’s not very much anyway, we’ve got this.”

“Thanks guys,” Tom squeezed her side, “Let’s get you home then yeah?”

She nodded, “Thanks guys.”

She moved to give each of them a hug, mumbling a quick goodbye, hoping to escape to the car as quickly as possible. Harry seemed to have other ideas in mind though.

“I love you,” he squeezed her tight.

“Aw, I love you too,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna miss you so much sis,” he patted her back as she pulled away.

She forced a smile as she stepped away, waving to them while her and Tom slipped away.

“Are you alright?” Tom squeezed her waist.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she insisted as she climbed into the passenger seat, “I just wanna go home.”

“Alright, we’ll go.”

“He called me sis.”

“What?”

“Harry called me sis.”

Tom chuckled, “Well yeah, I told you earlier, they think of you like a sister.”

“But it’s different when he says it,” she sniffled, her facade finally crumbling, “I don’t wanna go Tom.”

He moved to her side as quick as he could and pulled her into him, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to angel. If you want to stay you can, Haz and I would be more than happy to have you.”

“But I can’t! I can’t just ditch everything for a summer fling! I have to go back to school and my family and I have to go home! But I don’t want to go back there! I want this to be home, I don’t want to leave!”

Tom took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head before scooting back to his seat, “I know we went a lot of places today angel, but I’ve got one more thing to show you alright?”

“No I don’t wanna go fucking see anything else Tom! I just want to go home…”

“We will, I just want to show you one thing angel, it’ll make you feel better,” he promised, slipping a hand over hers, “It’ll be quick.”

“Okay…”

She was quiet the rest of the short drive, he’d taken her to a small cafe, they’d only been there once before.

“Come on angel,” he waved for her to follow him.

“Why would you bring me here?” she scoffed.

“Just come on,” he insisted, smiling as she slammed the door behind her, “Come sit with me,” he patted his lap.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before falling into his lap, “Why are we here?”

“Do you remember what happened here?” he hummed.

She nodded, “Yeah, we had our first fight here, and it seems like you’re trying to have our second too.”

“No, I’m making a point,” he corrected with a smile, “We had our first fight here, and then we never came back here again. But that is not why I brought you here, I brought you here because that fight made me think about us, and the fact that you had to leave at the end of summer. I kept trying to think of ways around it or ways for us to minimize our time apart, but you know what thought never crossed my mind?”

“What?” she sank into her chair.

“That when summer came to an end we would break up, because we aren’t a summer fling. We never were, not even for a second, and the sacrifices we make are not for a summer fling, they’re for a real relationship that both of us treasure. If you really, really don’t want to go then you can stay, and I mean we’ve got a Uni nearby and you’ve always got somewhere to stay here. But if I’m the only reason you don’t want to go then you need to go, and we’ll suffer through the long distance until my lease with Haz is up and then I’ll move to you.”

She shook her head, “It’s not just you, I love this town, and the friends I’ve made here, it’s everything about this place. I just feel like I belong here, and I’ve never felt like that back home.”

“Obviously I’m biased here,” he chuckled, “But you could always just give it a semester out here, transfer back if you hate it, or vice versa. Just remember this long distance thing is going to be temporary no matter what, and even then we’re only a couple hours apart.”

She was silent as she tried to sort out her thoughts, “Yeah, school’s a little cheaper out here too, that’d be nice. A-And I haven't paid for anything yet this year so I’m not really obligated to go…”

“You don’t have to justify anything to me angel, obviously I want you to stay” he kissed her shoulder with a frown, “If you wanna give it a shot then I think you should, but if you don’t, we’re still gonna make this work, because I love you.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled while he wiped her eyes, “Thanks Tommy.”

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