#in front of everyone we hate each other and just tease constantly

[softshuji]

This is basically leaked me and ran messages

[n0cturnalp1g]

Tale As Old as Time

Summary: Prince Daemon Targaryen hated everyone and anyone that has the name Hightower in it. But there was an exception to it, the oldest sister of Alicent and Gwayne Hightower, the Wretched Hightower as she was infamously known for. But Daemon was on a mission to ensure she will be called by any other name–even if it means putting his own as a result. Characters: Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader!Hightower. Otto Hightower. Alicent Hightower. Viserys Targaryen. Word Count: 1,360 Chapter Warnings: Not Edited. Slight Profanities. Otto being Otto. Author's Note: Enemies to Lovers anyone?

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Prince Daemon Targaryen knew how much of a cunt Otto Hightower was. It goes for Alicent and Gwayne too. But somehow, such disdain and loathing cannot be said about you. His exception as he fondly calls you.

You were known as the Wretched Hightower that did not stay long in Oldtown for causing far too much destruction and the only way for your father to ever control you was if you were close to him–or rather have the Kingsguard and even the City Watch constantly under surveillance of you.

Hence, this was the very reason why Daemon was so fond of you. How even his most skilled City Watch or even the Kingsguard themselves was no match to your resourcefulness and how easy it was to evade each and every single one of them at night as you spent your nights in Fleabottom, away from the constant control of the Keep.

“Here you are again, it seems.”

Daemon looked at you, defiance all too evident in your eyes as you looked right at him. One too many run-ins with each other, the surprise has finally worn off your face every single time he catches you strolling around. But never once did the dagger in your grasp ease away in the numerous instances of seeing you.

“I’m sure at this point you are just following me, Your Grace.” You spoke, no sense of decorum or politeness unlike your sister. You were very much a woman with a mind of your own not controlled by your father.

“I am simply doing my job. Somehow, my patrolling the safety of King’s Landing also has an additional responsibility of making sure the Wretched Hightower does not cause a scene.”

At the mention of the moniker, your eyes darken and your knuckles turned white as your grip on your dagger tightened. If he pushes you further, there might even be a chance you might make use of it–on him more specifically.

“I apologize for adding to your responsibilities, Lord of Flea Bottom.” You curtsied mockingly in front of him to earn a huge grin on his mouth. He loved this, you play as hard as he does, every single time, you will not let anyone else win if you had a chance. Never one to allow anyone else to have the last word.

But the Rogue Prince wasn’t known for his patience, more known for his pettiness.

With a nod, he moved quicker than you anticipated and you were lifted into his arms before moving until you were now on his shoulder. An annoyed scream escaped your lips, your dagger was taken before you could make use of it.

“Let go of me you stupid fucking lizard!”

“My, does your father not teach you manners, or respect?” He teased as he began his journey back to the Keep, anticipating what that Cunt Otto would do now. “I could even cite you for attempted regicide.”

“I don’t give a damn about your laws, Targaryen! Let go of me!” You continued to scream, your fist hitting his armored back. He was genuinely surprised by how unmoved you were by the metal he wore–but then again anger and spite was the best remedy for pain but he was all the more certain you will be feeling the damage was all was said and done.

“I’m sure your father would love to hear you and your opinions of the law in the Seven realms.” He chuckled, ignoring the eyes that had now come glued to all of them.

He ensured even in your already embarrassing state, you were decent. The hand holding onto your dagger also ensured your skirt did not show more than you intended to.

“Make sure you rest well, the next time I see you I’ll make sure to slit your throat and bathe in your blood.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Daemon continued to point out with a wicked grin as he walked further away from the chaos of Fleabottom. “I can only hope you still have that fire when we return to the Keep, Lady Hightower.”

Daemon only knew what your father would think of this situation, more so when he was once again responsible for taking you back without harm on a single hair on your pretty little head.

“You continue to bring shame upon the family name, you insolent brat!”

You have been so used to your father’s scolding, but the only difference with this time was the fact that he wasn’t alone. Daemon Targaryen had made a spectacle out of you, bringing you into the throne room in front where your father, the King’s Hand stood, arms crossed and veins on the brink of popping.

In the throne room also resided a few key figures in the parading embarrassment that was Daemon’s own making.

The King himself, amused as much as he was tired of your antics sat on the throne, the grin openly evident on his face but no one was to question him for his emotions for he was afterall the King.

Your younger sister and the King’s wife, Alicent, was also present. Ever the lapdog of your father was also disappointed in you as you strived for your own freedom–something she did not have since agreeing to marry the King.

Then there was the man that was responsible for your predicament. Prince Daemon Targaryen. A smirk all the more evident on his face, victorious for one upping you in this imaginary war you somehow waged with the Rogue Prince since your nightly escape.

“Are you done, father?” You inquired.

“This is the reason why I should have married you to that Lord in the south!” Otto continued, voice growing louder now.  “I can’t control you, your Uncle could not control you, your husband might control you as he should!”

You scoffed. You knew as much as he did that there was no Lord in the south. His first plan of many was for you to marry the King the first moment that the late Queen was burned in the Hill of Rhaenys. But as Wretched as you were known in the realm, you still had common decency. You will never marry a mourning man who lost his wife and child for the sake of a better standing for the family. The same could not be said about your younger sister, now married and now carrying her second child with the King.

“I’d rather be a Septa than marry a man that will never keep up with me, Lord Hand.” You spat.

You glared at the chuckle that escaped the Rogue Prince’s lips.

“I think there will be a much better way to handle this dispute, Lord Hand.” King Viserys pointed out, the fun of the situation now gone and it left nothing more than a family dispute that he should not be a part of.

“Nothing could control her, no Kingsguard nor City Watch can tame her, and I am having second thoughts of throwing her into sept instead.”

You rolled your eyes. He never truly cared about you, your brother, or your sister. It was always like this with him. If he finds no use out of you, he will throw you out like a used toy. It was a cycle that you were all the more familiar with. Lived through it for years, long before either Alicent or Gwayne was born.

“Perhaps I could be of assistance.” Daemon began.

All heads turned to the man, your heart lurched from your chest as if already having an idea of what he had in mind. The games this bastard was playing.

“I am in need of a new wife…as you may all know Lady Rhea Royce has recently passed and our union did not bless us with any children.” He continued as the grin on his lips grew wider, all the more seeing his brother, the King convinced with the idea.

“No!” For once you and your father was in agreement with something, who would have ever thought it would be to oppose a man you had both equally despised–but for reasons far different from one another. 

[poge-life]

𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣 ~ 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕪

“ I’m (y/n) (l/n) and we’re the cast of Outer Banks and today, we’re going to test how well we know each other.” You smiled looking between the camera and the group to your left. Carlacia raised her hand as she motioned between you and Drew, “Drew shouldn’t be allowed to answer any of these because none of us will even have a chance.”

Everyone let out sounds of agreement as you shook your head, reading the first question, “I don’t know. These are questions that made me think about my answer.”

“Okay, oo. This is a good one. What movie animal is my dog named after?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned this.” Drew told you but you shook your head in disagreement, “I’ve mentioned it before but I think it was when you guys first met him.”

“The adventures of Milo and Otis?” Chase asked and Madison agreed but you shook your head. Both Austin and Drew leaned forward to try and read the car but you quickly pulled away, tucking the card against your chest, “Cheaters!”

“What movie has a dog named Milo in it?”

“Oh! The mask! His dogs name is Milo!” Rudy answered and you flipped your card, showing ‘The Mask’, “I’m a huge Jim Carrey fan and since Milo is also a jack russell, it was fate.”

“Oo, you guys are never going to get this one,” you laughed, reading the card, “it literally took me so long to even think about this one. When I was 5, I jumped off the banister and had to get stitches. Where were the stitches?”

Everyone looked over at Drew, who would be the only one to remotely know the answer but he just tilted his head at you in thought.

“Your head?” Madelyn asked but you shook your head, “Nope. My sister did though. Cracked her head open.”

“How are you and your sister still alive?” Austin asked, looking at you in surprise as you shrugged before writing your answer on the card.

“Your legs?” JD asked, snapping his fingers at you

“Nope. Not even close.”

Drew clapped his hands once as he looked over at you, “Your tongue. You bit through your tongue and had to get 6 stitches.”

“Your tongue?!?” Madison asked, looking over at you in shock as you flipped your card, showing the answer, “Yes. I smacked my chin on the arm of the couch and bit right through my tongue. My tongue was stuck and I had to get stitches.”

“You just need to live in a bubble at this point, girl.” Carlacia laughed as everyone agreed with her.

“What do I think is the grossest thing a person can do?”

“THROWING UP!” Drew and JD shouted at the same time as they high fived. You cringed as you showed your card that read ‘throwing up’ as the answer.

“I hate throwing up. I hate the way I feel before, during, and after. It’s just so gross and gives me the ick.” You shuddered as Austin patted your leg, “The first time she threw up in front of us, she cried because of how grossed out she was.”

“That was traumatizing for all of us,” Rudy explained, “we were out on a boat and she just went very pale and threw up. Everywhere. We had no idea what had happened and then she just started bawling her eyes out. We all started panicking, thinking something was wrong but then she said how she hated throwing up and it just…it killed the whole vibe.”

You chucked the marker cap at Rudy, who ducked but went to retrieve it, “Sorry that being seasick killed the vibe, dillhole.”

Letting out a laugh at the nest question, you looked over at Drew and shook your head, “you’re not allowed to answer this one. You’ll get the answer right away.”

“I’ve known all of these, baby,” he winked and your face went red as you hid it behind the card, “just trying to give them a chance.”

“You guys gross me out.” Madelyn teased, looking between you two

“What is my favorite show to binge?” You asked, but you wrote down two possible answers.

“That 70s show is one.” Chase answered, “I always hear the theme song in your trailer and you quote it constantly.”

“You also watch the walking dead a lot too.” JD added, pointing to Chase, “you yell at your laptop a lot.”

“Dude, you have no idea how long it took me to get used to her yelling at the tv.” Drew told him, “the first time she did it, I thought she was pissed at me for no reason but she was just watching the walking dead.”

Everyone started talking about how into your shows you get, causing you to hold up your hands in protest, “Okay, okay! There’s nothing wrong with being passionate about movie and tv shows. But yes, that 70s show and the walking dead are my go to.”

“Two complete opposite shows, by the way.” Madison pointed out

“Oo, how many tattoos do I have?”

Everyone went quiet as they stared at you, no doubt picturing the tattoos that laid under your clothes. You had been purposely asked to wear a long sleeve top and pants to not let them get the answer so easily.

“I wanna say…12?” Carlacia asked, tilting her head at you, “Most of them are on your right arm but I know you have a few on your left. You have the fairy wings on your back…”

“I know you have a dinosaur on your leg because I drew a hat on it last week.” Austin answered, causing you to look up from writing your answer, furrowing your eyebrows at him, “you drew a hat on Terrance?”

“You named the dinosaur Terrance?” JD laughed as you nodded, “Terrance the triceratops.”

“Terry, for short.” Drew added, pointing at you as you nodded

“I wanna say 10 or 15.” Madison said, leaning forward, “I know you got P4L after season 2 came out.”

“You only had like 2 when the show started.”

“There’s a few you guys don’t know about cause they’re always covered.” You told them, going over your answer. Drew didn’t even miss a beat with his response, “Well, they don’t. But I do.”

“Okay! Who’s next?!”

[dilfluvr22]

Draco Malfoy Oneshot ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Prompt: Draco is very shy around you but finally musters up the courage to ask you out.

Draco Lucius Malfoy is a boy known all across Hogwarts for being snarky, rude, and constantly threatening to go to his father when things don't go his way. He is everything but shy and will blurt out whatever comes to his mind. Except, you notice, when you are near. You've never particularly been a fan of Draco because you always assumed that he hates your guts. Every time you walk into a room that he's in, he automatically shuts up and he and all his friends get extremely quiet.

Your growing suspicion was shot down when you were browsing the library one day and overhear none other than Pansy, Blaise, and Draco bickering in one of the aisles. You decided to listen in, hoping to get some kind of idea what Draco was like, since you never experienced his snarkiness firsthand- seeing how he always quieted down at your presence.

"Oh come on, man, we all see the way you look at y/n! You won't shut up about her, just ask her out!" You overhear Blaise whispering rather loudly

"Shut up! You're being so loud!" Pansy whisper-screams, not much quieter than Blaise. "But I agree, Draco. You should ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend."

"No way! You two have gone mental." Draco states in a normal tone. You hear shuffling, and hear them keep talking amongst themselves as they exit the library. You realize now, that you've been wrong all along.

Draco doesn't hate you, he likes you

And oh boy are you gonna have fun with this.

A few days pass, and you haven't heard anything from Draco. You begin to wonder if you had imagined the whole thing, or if you had just heard wrong in the library and they were talking about someone else. You did notice a slight change in Draco's behavior, though. You would catch him sneaking glances at you during class, making eye contact for a split second before he quickly looks at the ground or starts examining what's on the table in front of him. You find this rather entertaining, but begin to get impatient.

A couple days later in potions, Snape announces that there will be a partner assignment and that he will allow everyone to pick their own partners. You sit there for a second, looking around to see If anybody is available for partnering, when you notice Draco slowly approach you from your side and feel him tap your shoulder. You smile softly to yourself and turn to face him.

"Hey, y/n, would you like to be partners?" He asks, trying to appear confident and careless but you can tell from his body language that he is everything but.

You wanted to tease him a bit, so you stood for a second in silence, as if pondering, then state your final decision.

"Yeah, that would be great!" You say happily, smiling brightly at the blonde. You pretend not to notice the slight smile that creeps up the side of his mouth, but it's about the first thing you notice after you said that.

This was a win-win situation for you. For one, this is the perfect opportunity to mess with Draco, and two, you're not very good at potions, so being partnered up with someone who is, is a major bonus. As you warn Draco about this, he seemed more than happy to explain everything he was doing.

It was surprising, how patient he is explaining the steps of making the potion Snape had assigned, pausing if you had any questions and even giving some examples to help you understand fully.

And he was being so nice, and the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, how he mixed the ingredients with ease, showing complete understanding of the material, how he brushes his platinum blonde hair out of his face while he works. You realized, then, that maybe you didn't just want to toy with Draco's emotions

Maybe you just wanted to be his.

The entire class with Draco was filled with sneaky glances at each other and subtle touches and it was driving you insane.

"Hey y/n, I was wondering if you could meet me in the courtyard before dinner starts? I have something important I need to speak to you about" Draco asked once class was over and everyone began packing their belongings.

This caught you off guard, but you agreed, intrigued by what he could want to say. "yeah, sounds great" you replied with a smile.

Once dinner rolls around, you find yourself rushing to get to the courtyard, finding Draco under a large tree shaded with thick branches and leaves. He smiles and appears excited at your arrival, relaxing your nerves a bit. Draco also seems very nervous, as do you. Once you walk up to him and greet him, he immediately gets to talking.

"listen y/n I understand this all seems so sudden, but I love you. I've loved you since I seen you in 2nd year and I've always wanted to talk to you but I've never found the guts in me to actually do it and I'm so sorry for having been too much of a coward, but I want to ask you if you would do me the honor and be my girlfriend?" Draco finished with a large breath.

You stood there a moment, trying to grasp everything he just said. It made no sense, how have you been so blind? How have you not noticed that for years Draco fancied you and you took it as him hating your guts for no apparent reason?

And because of recent events, you figured that Draco must like you, but love? He seems genuinely head over heels for you.

Draco had taken your momentary silence as a sign of rejection, because he turned and began walking towards the castle, when you reached and grabbed his arm. You spun him around quickly, and without much thought smashed your lips against his.

It was a slow and meaningful kiss. His lips felt very soft against your own and you could feel from the kiss the genuineness of his feelings and you realized then that, beneath those ugly layers of hate and snark remarks, is a beautiful boy who just loves too hard.

[captainsarahscratches]

Can we get some head cannons with Kenny omega x younger gf reader. Like reader is 27 and AEW womens champ. Something about protective Kenny

Kenny constantly hears jokes about him babysitting his girl, but he doesn't care because he's happier than he's ever been

You constantly hear comments from the other girls that you only have the title because you fuck the EVP.

Kenny hates these comments and wants to put them in their place but you calm him down and tell him it doesn't bother you. It does, but you tell him otherwise, because deep down you know he didn't have anything to do with your title.

They make jokes about him robbing the cradle, and you having daddy issues. But the two of you just laugh along, because you both know it's nothing of the nature. You two just click, and in your industry, with your scheduleds, it's rare when two people understand each other and blend the way you and Kenny do.

Kenny trains with you and it brings a smile to your face because to you it's like getting paid to be with your favorite person.

He loves it because he gets to be close to you and share something that he loves with the one he loves, even though he hasn't told you yet.

He tends to get a little more handsy when he's training with youm but you never seem to mind.

To throw him off his game, you tend to whisper "harder, daddy" when he has you in a choke hold. This gets him flustered, and gives you a n opportunity to counter him when he wasn't intending that to happen. He can't help but be a little proud when you pull that one.

When you go home, Kenny always makes sure you get into your apartment safely, but on days you've been teasing him in the ring. He tends to stay a little longer.

At your fridge you bend over to grab a cold bottle of water, and you feel him behind you. His waist against yours, his hands tracing up your back and into your hair.

"What baby, I thought you said harder?" you cant help but moan in delight, "Oh still not hard enough?" he says as he smack your ass.

In seconds, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the edge of your own bed. Throwing you roughly onto the mattress.

"You think you can be a tease all damn day and think I'm not going to do anything about it, huh? You're lucky I didn't fuck you right there in front of everyone in the gym. Let them all see how good of a little slut you can be."

You giggle, knowing you're getting under his skin, "yeah, and then prove to him that i really am the old man's good little girl." The growl that leaves him sets you a blaze, and you don;'t even have time to react as he pounds into your body. Not a care towards your own pleasure, just his own release. but you didn't care, because the animalistic fucking he's giving you brings you over the edge twice over before he even begins to unravel inside you.

"Fuck, FUCK Y/N God damnit your going to make me cum!"

"Cum for me daddy, please. I need it Kenny I need you to-"

"FUCKKK" He floods your body as he continues to thrust inside you until he can't take it any longer.

Rolling over onto the opposite side of the bed, You rolling to meet him, head on his chest.

"God babe, fuck. I love when you let me take over like that." " I love it too."

"I love you, too" he said, kissing your forehead.

You pick up your head look him the eye, he looks nervous, not meaning to let that slip in this setting. He searches your face for a hint of anger, or remorse.

You grin uncontrollably, kissing him deeply. Rolling ontop of him, straddling his lap. "I love you too, Kenny."

He smiles, and kisses you passionately. Flipping you over onto your back, his cock hard against your body again, his mouth firmly on your neck.

Trailing kisses up to your ear, in a low gravely voice

"Let's see how many times, this 'old man' can make you cum in a day. What's my record again, five? Child's play, you better cancel whatever you had planned this week. You won't be able to walk anywhere"

[harrystylesfan2686]

"Truth Or Dare?"

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Another game night. Mor playing cupid.

A/N: thank you so much everyone who read and liked "Whould you rather...?". I love you all very much. This is kind of a second part to that but can be read as a standalone. I hope you fun reading this. 😁😏

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Another day, Another game night.

A whole month passed, and we still haven't gotten free of all the work. I guess rebuilding a whole continent takes time. Cassian's been spending time with Nesta quite a lot lately, giving her training sessions. Even though nothing is going on between them, I can see how they look at each other. Those secret glances and soft touches they give each other.

I hate to admit it but It makes me jealous.

When I told Mor about it, she gave me a confused look. Apparently nobody but me thinks that they have something going on.

So sitting right now, near Cass, I can't focus on anything. My mind constantly goes back to that slight smirk I saw Cassian give Nesta this morning. I push the thoughts away and try to listen to my friends playing.

Somehow, Cass convinced everyone to play truth and dare. He ignored everyone's whines and took out one of rhys's wine bottle that we'd finished. When we tried to talk him out of this game he forced us to sit in a circle, literally.

I sit with Cassian and Amren at either side of me. Azriel and Mor beside them, and Feyre and Rhysand in front of me.

Cassian spun the bottle and the game starts.

"Truth Or Dare?"

"Truth."

"What is the dumbest excuse have you used before to get out plans?"

"I said,"My cat is sick." To get out of a date, knowing very well My date knew I didn't have a cat." Mor laughs.

"Truth."

"What's the longest time you've ever gone without showering?"

"31 hours." Rhys thins his lips and nods. "You're supposed to say the truth." Cass comments. "I am" He narrows his eyes. "You're boring." Rhys rolls his eyes and my lips tug up as we move on.

"Dare."

"Drink a glass of water with 5 spoons of salt."

We all watch in awe when Amren it all with a straight face. No giving any reaction, she puts the glass down on the table and looks at her nails. "This was too easy." Mor quietly picks the glass and drinks the last drop of salt water from it, wincing immediately. "Do you not have taste buds?" Cass's widen eyes moves between her and the glass.

"Truth."

"What is one thing you would stand in line an hour for?"

"New paints." Feyre eyes lit up in excitement.

"Dare."

"Sit in someone's lap." Cassian smirks thinking that'll bother me.

"Mor!" I plop myself on her lap, both of us laughing hysterically as her arms wrap around my stomach. Cassian frowns. He rolls his eyes, huffing and spins the bottle.

"Truth."

"Which was your most embarrassing date?"

"There was this male, Loren or something, we were on a date at this club he told me to meet in. I go there and we have a good time but halfway through the date, this women comes up to him and slaps him with all her might! I'm standing there like," Mor impersonates with brows up, lips rolled in her mouth and continues,"turns out she was his wife." We gasp dramatically and she nods.

"Dare."

"Take off your cloths and dance around in you underwear."

"Oh darling, if you wanted to see me naked you should've just asked." Rhys smirks at cassian and completes his dare.

"Dare."

"Cassian, since you didn't answer your question last time," there it is, that glint in Mor's eyes that indicates choas. "I dare you to kiss Y/N." She grins.

Utter silence. My eyes widen and snap to Mor in shock. Everyone looks at Cassian to see his reaction.

"Oh come on! That's ridiculous!" He throws up his hands. "Uh-uh. Remember the rules, Cassie." Mor teases. I look at cassian silently cursing her for putting us in this situation. I see a bit pink in cassian's cheeks and my eyebrows go up.

Is Cassian blushing?

"F-fine." The slight hitch is his voice does not go unnoticed. He turns to me and my breath grows.

"Can I-," He clears his throat,"Can I kiss you?" He asks in low voice. He wants to make sure I'm alright. The realisation makes blood rush to my cheeks. I silently nod, not trusting my voice.

He leans closer, my eyes constantly switch between his eyes and lips. He stops just before my lips, giving me time to back off. I don't.

His lips touch mine.

I stop breathing.

Our lips rest against each other and my eyes close. His lips surprising soft.

His sighs against me. My mind clears out everything except how well how good it feels to kiss him.

I don't want this to end.

But it ends anyway.

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I search his, waiting for the regret to come but all I see is awe in them. It makes my stomach flutter. I struggle to breath.

Someone claps. We snap out of whatever trance we seem to be in. I suddenly remember we aren't alone and my face heats. I clear my throat and look down because I can't look at anyone right now.

I just kissed Cassian. In front of everyone.

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My rest of the night is spent in a haze. I can't stop thinking about the kiss we had. I don't care that it was dare and that too of only 5 seconds.

When the game finally ends and we start to descend to rooms, as we wish each other good night, Mor gives me a sly smirk and a wink. My blush doesn't leave my face the whole night.

Cassian walks up to me and I take a deep breath preparing myself to get heartbroken. "Are you OK?" His question catches me off guard.

"Uh-yes. Why?" I stammer.

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable about before." His gaze dips to my mouth for a second before coming back to my eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not." My faces flushes under his heated gaze.

He opens his mouth but closes immediately, swallowing back whatever he wanted to say.

"Let me walk you to your room?" He finally asks.

"Of course." I smile.

We start to my room, walking beside each other. Not saying anything and just enjoying our company. His hand brushes mine. I prey silently for him to take it in his. He doesn't.

I feel slightly disappointed when we reach my room. I open my door and turn to him.

"This is it, I guess. Good night." I look up at him.

His hand rises and tuck my hair behind my ear. I struggle to breath for the second time tonight. His fingers graze my face, from my cheek to jaw and moving back to his side. "Good night."

I go into my room and close to door, fearing if I stay out too long, I might do something crazy like kiss him again. I lean back against my door and try to even out my breath. My eyes close and head falls, thinking about the events happened tonight. I wait for the sound footsteps moving away, signaling his leave. I don't hear them.

I stand up straight and try to listen more properly but can't hear anything for some reason. I quietly open the door again to find him still standing there. Breathing heavy with heated eyes.

We take out each other in and our eyes meet, both filled with desire.

"Fuck it." He slams his lips to mine.

The force sends me almost falling back but he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my face. He walks us both into the room. My hand grips his hair and the other on the door, slaming in shut.

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[runninriot]

inspired by the prompt Love is being able to say you’re sorry and mean it by @eyesofshinigami for @steddielovemonth day 23

sorry, not sorry

wc: 1688 | rated: t | tags: Robin Buckley is fed up with her idiot friends, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are oblivious and they’re bad at feelings, Love Confessions, Idiots to Lovers

„Why should I say sorry when he is the one acting weird. I didn’t do anything! It’s not my fault he doesn’t like me.” Steve looks at her, lips forming a bitchy pout, acting annoyed at her for bringing it up – like he really believes his own words and Robin is the one who just doesn’t get it.

Robin rolls her eyes.

God, she wants to strangle him sometimes. And Eddie, too. They are both so stupid, acting like they don’t like each other when everyone and their mother can see the longing looks they throw at each other whenever they are in the same room.

It’s been driving her mad.

They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now, putting up fronts, acting like they just barely tolerate each other’s presence. Like they are forced to get along because of their mutual friends.

It’s bullshit. Sure, these two would’ve never met if it wasn’t for the little shitheads they both took under their wings (or maybe Dustin and his friends are actually the ones that took Eddie and Steve under theirs because the teens are clearly a lot more mature than these two idiots) but now that their worlds have collided, it’s so obvious that there is a connection between them neither wants to admit to.

   “You could’ve at least asked him to come?”

   “Robs, he didn’t even look at me when he came in earlier. What makes you think he wants to come to my place when he made it clear that he hates everything about the idea of spending time there?”

Steve is having a party on Saturday, invited everyone over, except for Eddie. Not because he purposely meant to exclude him but because Eddie’s been teasing him about it all week. Whenever Steve mentioned his plans, Eddie made a silly comment about how lame it sounds. ‘Bet the music will be all pop and no taste.’ – ‘Just beer? Come on, Harrington, grow up.’ – ‘Oh, a sleepover? Great! Are we gonna do pillow fights and face masks and all that fancy shit, too?’

Yeah, maybe Steve has a point. Eddie really didn’t make it seem like he wanted to be part of it. And it’s not really Steve’s fault for not understanding that Eddie is doing that out of self-protecting reasons. That he’d rather pretend to hate the idea of spending the night at Steve’s than having to live with the rejection of Steve not wanting him there in the first place. Steve is oblivious.

And obviously, Eddie is too.

And okay, Steve hasn’t exactly been showing Eddie that he cares for him either. Always pretends to be annoyed at him. Always bitching about the stupidest and most inane things like – ‘Yeah how about you grow up Mr Dungeon Master?! Aren’t you a little too old to keep playing games with teens?’ – ‘Jesus, Eddie, you know there’s a thing called hair brush one can use to tame that frizzy mop on your head?’ – ‘No thank you, I don’t want to be driving around in your van. That thing looks like it’s gonna fall apart any second.’

They’re constantly bickering and bantering, always so quick to be at each other’s throats. That is, until they think that no one is looking.

Because Steve actually loves to listen to Eddie talk when he’s leading the teens through a campaign, uses all these various voices to interpret the different characters he created.

And Robin just knows Steve’s finger itch to take care of Eddie’s unruly curls himself but he would never offer, would never say it out loud.

Robin can see the way Eddie’s gaze follows Steve around Family Video when he’s talking to her while Steve is attending to another customer – a sickly sweet smile on his lips, with eyes that are basically heart-shaped.

The way he blushes whenever Steve walks around shirtless and in his stupid, tiny shorts (ugh, men), tries and fails so hard every time not to stare with his mouth hanging open.

It’s like they’re both so desperately trying to convince themselves that they hate each other, when all of their stolen glances and hidden smiles keep giving them away.

   “You know how stubborn he is. I am pretty sure he would’ve said yes. But you didn’t ask and maybe now he thinks you don’t want him there. Did you think about that?”

Steve worries his bottom lip, looks like he’s contemplating what to say.

   “He hates me,” is all he offers and the sadness in his eyes breaks Robin’s heart.

-

   “Talk to him, Eddie.”

   “Pff, why should I? I’m not that desperate to attend some stupid party. What do you want me to say to him? Hey, sorry for making fun of you, could I maybe still get a pity invite so I don’t have to spend my Saturday alone and miserable while you’re all having a fun time? Yeah, no. Thanks.”

She’s gonna lose it with these two at some point. Robin has been trying. Beating around the bush, talking about that stupid party like it is the real problem just because neither Steve nor Eddie are ready to admit what it is really about.

   “What if I want you there. You’re my friend and I want to spend time with you too.”

   “I appreciate it, Bucks. I really do. And I love to hang out with you any time. But this is Steve’s party and if he doesn’t want me there, I have to accept it.”

She wants to shake him. Yell at him to drop the act and be fucking for real, just once.

   “Edward Albert Munson.”

The use of his full name has the desired effect of getting his full attention, eyes blown wide and his expression a mix of appalled and impressed.

   “Can you, for the love of anything that’s holy, stop pretending to be so above everything and just tell him already?!”

She knows it’s a little unfair to put that burden on Eddie when she could’ve told Steve the same. But she knows that between the two, Eddie will be easier to convince.

   “What are you talking about?” Eddie tries, but the blush on his cheeks tells her he knows exactly what she means.

   “You know what I’m talking about. I’m sick and tired of watching you guys pining for each other when you could’ve been making out for weeks now if you would just fucking talk.”

   “What?!” This time, Eddie seems genuinely stunned.

   “You two are perfect for each other. You’re both incredibly stupid and so far up your own asses, that you don’t see what you’re missing out on.”

She crosses her arms before her chest, suppresses the urge to smile triumphantly when she sees Eddie crumble as the realisation hits.

-

Steve is in the kitchen, preparing some snacks and drinks, when the doorbell rings. Everyone is already there, they’re all in the living room having a great time, so Steve thinks it might just be their pizza delivery.

   “Robs, can you get that?”

There’s no answer. Either she doesn’t hear him over the music or, more likely, she ignores him. Steve huffs, drops the bag of chips on the counter and goes to open the door.

He’s fumbling with his wallet, not even looking at the person standing on the bottom of his front steps, when a familiar voice gets his attention.

   “Hey, Steve.”

   “Eddie? What are you-“

Steve’s heart suddenly picks up speed when his eyes drift to Eddie’s lips, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners.

   “I wanted to apologize. I’ve been-“

   “No problem, man! I gotta say sorry, too. I should’ve just invited you and stop making such a big deal out of it.”

   “Not about- okay, yeah that too but- I’m sorry for being a dick. I’m sorry for- for not being honest with you. And I get that this not the best timing but a little bird told me to man up and-“

Steve’s mind is racing. He doesn’t have a clue where Eddie is going with this. Or maybe he does but he doesn’t want to hold up his hopes because surely, Eddie isn’t going to say what he wants him to.

   “I’m not sorry for making you feel like I don’t like you because the truth is, I don’t.”

Steve looks down at his own feet, needs a moment to process, a moment to breathe.

    Huh?

  “It’s more like, I’m totally gone for you, Steve. I want you in ways that scare me. I’m sorry for making you think I’m not head over heels in love with you and your stupid perfect hair and your annoying kindness and just... everything about you that’s had me losing sleep for weeks now.”

  “Oh.”

   “I’m sorry, Eddie,” he says when he looks back up, tries not to sound too excited because he feel like he deserves just a little revenge for the way Eddie phrased his earth shattering confession and nearly gave Steve a heart attack with it.

But then Eddie’s eyes fill with tears and there’s defeat written on his face and-

 No, that’s not what Steve wants.

   “I’m sorry for not doing this sooner.”

He surges forward, nearly misses a step when he flings himself at Eddie, wraps his arms around the other man’s neck and draws him into a kiss.

The kiss is desperate, full of regret for depriving himself of the wonderful feeling of Eddie’s plush lips on his. Dripping with want, spilling all the words he didn’t say, words he wants Eddie to know, to feel in every part of his body.

    I’m sorry for not telling you that I love you.

They are too caught up in the moment; too busy making out to notice Robin standing in the doorway, who came looking for Steve. There’s a huge smile on her face and she knows she’ll regret it because they will be insufferable together. But right now, all she is sorry for is not stepping in sooner.

Because they might be idiots but they’re her idiots and they deserve to be in love.

[riitah]

[chocolate kisses] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gojo satoru is your best friend, and always will be. nothing more, nothing less. despite you having rejected him years ago, there was no awkward tension between the two of you. in fact, to everyone else, it seemed as if you two were already a thing well before gojo had said anything. holding hands, sharing sweets, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders – these were things couples did, no?

yeah, but everything was strictly platonic. from your viewpoint, anyway.

but lately, you’ve been getting this strange sensation near your chest whenever the two of you decided to do something that required physical contact. and these beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you didn’t think much of before now put you in a trance whenever he takes off his blindfold.

how could you confess your feelings when you were the one who refused his?

WORD COUNT: 1.5k  

HONORABLE MENTIONS: special thank-you to my beta readers “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom” and forel :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’ve recently started getting into Jujutsu Kaisen and, though I don’t exactly have a strong romantic attraction to him, Gojo’s been on my mind a lot. After reading several pieces of fanfiction about him, I decided that I wanted to write my own (honestly his personality’s probably gonna be so influenced by them 😭). So enjoy a small oneshot featuring this man, the first work on my blog that isn’t Genshin related.

Also, we’re gonna pretend that the Jujutsu world pumps out daily newspaper articles that only sorcerers can access 😁👍

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You would’ve liked to add “self-proclaimed” in front of it, but there was no denying how powerful your best friend was. Especially after you personally fought him one-on-one.

You scowled and turned off your phone, freeing yourself from having to continue reading the article titled, “Gojo Satoru, the World’s Strongest Jujutsu’s Sorcerer, has Defeated Yet Another High Grade Curse and Saved Millions of Lives!” with his – as much as you hated to admit it – gorgeous face plastered smack in the middle of the screen every few paragraphs. Were all of the exclusive Jujutsu World newsletters and their long-ass titles about him now?

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted from outside the door. Moments later, a certain white-haired individual popped his head into the room, a gleeful smile on his face. “You’re still here! What’re you doing?”

Speak of the devil.

You sighed in response, massaging your right temple as you mentally prepared for another lunch break spent with this man. “Toru, don’t you have anything else to do other than coming here to bother me?”

With an exaggerated gesture, he clamped one of his hands over his chest and tilted his head to one side. “I’m hurt! Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“The day I got assigned to the seat next to you back when we were students at Jujutsu High was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Aw, c’mon, we both know that I made your high school years the most enjoyable!”

He strode into the room – quite indifferently, a sharp contrast to his previous overdramaticized display of sadness – and with him, his intimidating aura. Despite his laidback attitude, he did carry a pinch of…

You squinted at him as he set down a paper bag on the coffee table and plopped down next to you with his legs spread wide as if he was trying to get into your personal space without actually doing so, quietly searching for a word that fit.

“What’s up?” He noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, a smirk resting on his lips. Despite his eyes being covered by the blindfold that he constantly paired with almost all of his outfits (which is…just one), you could tell that there was a teasing glimmer in them right now. “Finally regretting rejecting me? Hm?”

You snorted at the joke that he’s made one too many times, and when he leaned in you lightly pushed against his chest. “You wish. And stop occupying 75% of a couch that’s meant to fit at least three people.”

To this, he closed his legs and scooted closer to you instead. The wood creaked under his weight as he gently pressed against your side.

Your arms resting against each other.

Your breathing syncing.

His head moving to rest on top of yours.

You playfully rolled your eyes and indulged in his intimate behavior like you always did. Only this time – along with the various other times the last few weeks – every touch felt electrifying and sent shivers down your spine.

You pushed these weird sensations aside, entwining his fingers in yours, something you’ve done well over a million times. His hand felt rough, calloused – all from training, you knew. A direct piece of evidence that proved just how much work he put into becoming the best of the best. A direct piece of evidence that proved why he held the title of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and not you.

Biting down a surge of jealousy, you closed your eyes and gently laid your head on his shoulder. Noticing how his posture felt somewhat stiff, you started rubbing invisible circles into the back of his hand – just the way he liked it when he felt stressed.

You heard him exhale, a quiet sound that exited his body with poise and ease. You weren’t sure how anyone could breathe so elegantly, but here he was. And, just as you expected, his body sank lower into the cushioned seats as the tension left it, pulling you backwards.

For several moments, everything felt tranquil. Then, he just had to ruin it with a, “(Y/N), your heartbeat’s accelerating,” the smugness in his tone evident.

You harshly elbowed him and pinched his cheek, pulling on it hard.

“Ow!”

You half expected him to turn on his Infinity, but your fingers remained in contact with his face with no signs of slipping.

“Okay, okay, it didn’t – now will you please let go?”

You released him from your grasp and he rubbed at the spot, which was now red. “You know, if you wanted to touch my face so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“Are you asking for a slap this time, Gojo Satoru?”

“Will that make you stay with me until the end of your break?”

“No, that’ll cost you another five slaps.”

“So mean! My presence should be more than enough to cover for it.”

“Not everyone’s obsessed with you,” you huffed indignantly before readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. “Get that inflated ego of yours checked out.”

He merely chuckled and pulled you closer to him, moving his thumb to the area where your pulse resided. “But are you sure you’re not in love with me? (Y/N)?”

His voice dropped an octave when he drawled out your name. And your chest tightened in a way you couldn’t explain. Without even realizing it, you dug your fingernails into his skin, your breathing shallow.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you managed to say with a shake of your head.

“Keep pressing your sharp fingernails into my hand and I’ll start bleeding.” He laughed, and then, before you could apologize, added, “And I mean, why else would you be reading an article about me?”

“You – you saw that?” you whispered, horrified. Just how long had he been watching you before he made his presence known?

“So you are head over heels for me?”

He was half teasing, and half serious. You didn’t know how you should respond and looked down at your lap.

Seconds lapsed by in silence, but they felt like an eternity. Without alerting you to what he was doing, Gojo slid his blindfold off and shook his head a little.

Then he parted his lips, his voice more sincere than you’ve ever heard it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

And you reluctantly obliged, heart nearly stopping when you met his pretty blue eyes.

His messy hair, now no longer supported by the black piece of fabric, swept over his forehead like a blanket of snow. And his eyes, half lidded as he stared down at you expectantly, sparkled like rare jewels in the dim light.

They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

You wondered if he was just doing this to guide you towards the more favorable answer to his second to last question.

“Please tell me the truth, (Y/N).”

You swallowed thickly, unable to look away. Mesmerized.

Entranced.

The way he said it made you want to give in with a simple “yes.”

“I–you–? I mean–”

When you finally spoke, words tumbled out of your mouth out of order, reducing whatever meaning you meant to put behind them to nothing but a mess of letters.

“I…I think so? I don’t know–”

And Gojo stared at your reddening face all the while, his serious façade breaking as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement.

“Let me ask you this, then.”

He brought his face closer to yours, the distance between the two of you almost enough for the tips of your noses to touch.

“What do you feel when I do this?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his finger slightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Or when I touch you like this?

One warm hand caressed your cheek, a faint scent of chocolate wafting to your nose.

“…giddy,” you mumbled, the proximity and skin contact making you a little dizzy. “And nervous, I suppose.”

His eyes flickered from your (E/C) ones to your lips.

“And what if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?”

The same hand trailed down your jaw until it reached your chin, where it stopped, awaiting your answer.

You didn’t know what sudden wave of confidence washed over you, but the next words that left your mouth weren’t products of a stumbling, stuttering mess.

“I’d let you.”

Without wasting any more time, he closed the remaining distance by bringing his lips to yours.

They were soft – just like you had imagined them to be, if not better – and tasted like chocolate. As he pressed himself against you, you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying every declaration of love he mumbled against your lips.

“You made me wait years for this, you know. Really uncool.”

You giggled when he leaned down to steal another kiss, arms still wrapped around his neck. “I know. Consider it punishment for constantly teasing me for more than an entire decade.”

Your competitive streak didn’t die down, no. But for now, maybe you could see him as something more than just a best friend and rival.

You smiled as you watched him grab the bag he placed on the table earlier and dig into it to hand you your favorite box of chocolates.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and the only one who has your heart.

[deceitfuldevil]

Uncharacteristic

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: You grew up with Matt Murdock, always crushing hopelessly on him. But from the day you met Matt he never seemed to so much as tolerate you. Nearly 20 years later and your offices are across the hall from each other and it’s safe to say Matt considers the worst part of his day to be when he has to pass your office in the morning. He clearly hates you, so why does everyone think he has this uncharacteristic soft spot for you? 

Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers, allusions to smut at the end, swearing, kissing, consumption of alcohol, being drunk, allusions to depression, not proofread.

Word Count: 3K

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Hopeless, that was a good way to describe your love life. It can’t get much worse than having a childhood crush that still finds you irksome well into your adulthood. This little crush of yours only got you teased as a kid, because really, who has a crush on the anti-social blind kid? 

But now you’d pay for the teasing over the current situation, where your childhood crush has grown into a very attractive grown man, and everyone constantly reminds you of that fact. 

“Matt looks so dreamy today.” Your coworker, Alyssa, said with a far-off look. 

“How can you even tell with that split second glimpse you got of him walking into his office?” You grumbled, flipping over the top sheet of the pile of paper in front of you. 

“I just know, okay? Anyways I could probably get a better look if you’d let me keep the door open more than a crack.” Alyssa snapped back, matching your grumpy energy. 

“Leaving the door open more than a crack is inviting, and inviting means Matt will come in, and Matt coming in means he will be insolent towards me.” You said simply, looking up from your paperwork to eye her. But Alyssa just gave you a confused look. 

“Insolent, meaning he’ll be rude, arrogant, and show his lack of respect towards me.” You elaborated, thinking she didn’t know the meaning of the word. 

“I know what insolent means, thank you very much. But Matt has never been insolent towards you in the slightest.” She said, raising her eyebrows towards you. 

“Please, he hasn’t been able to stand me since I met him at the orphanage in 7th grade.” You said fully setting down your work and dividing your full attention to this conversation now.

“Whatever lie helps you sleep at night.” Alyssa said, finally dropping the conversation after you had immersed yourself in it. You scoffed and went back to the task on hand, disregarding her thoughts.

The rest of your work day went on as per normal, calling and conversing with clients and filing paperwork until it was five o’clock. You were out the door sooner after the clock struck five, hailing a cab to a restaurant uptown where you were meeting a longtime friend of yours for dinner. 

Your friend Leila had just moved back to the city after going back to college to get her masters degree, so you just had to meet up. She arrived at the restaurant shortly after you, immediately running over to hug you. “It’s been too long. How have you been?” you asked eagerly. 

“Oh, we need to sit down for this.” she said with eyes that screamed ‘I have so much drama to tell you about’.  Excited, you both sat down and talked through your entire meal. Leila didn’t even realize how long she had been talking until the waiter brought out the check, and her eyes widened with embarrassment. “Oh my god I’ve totally talked your ear off, please tell me something going on with you so I don’t feel as bad when I’m going home.”

“It’s not a problem, besides not much has changed with me. I’m still in that same tiny apartment, I’m still hopelessly single, and I still work at Atlas Investments.” you said in a relaxed tone, just glad you got to catch up with your friend and not caring to go over the details of your mundane life. 

“Still admiring Matt from afar?” Leila asked, poking at your clasped hands in front of you, you pulled your hands apart and soothed them over your thighs at the topic. “It helps if I pretend I don’t have a crush on him like we’re still in 7th grade. Besides, he still hates me just as much as ever.” you said, pulling out your wallet to put your card down.

“Hates you?” Leila said in a questioning tone.

“Don’t take that tone with me, my coworker gave me that same tone with that same look you’re giving me when I told her why I don’t like interacting with Matt because he’s so insolent towards me.” you said, getting a little sick of no one else ever seeing how horrible Matt has always been towards you.

Leila just stared at you for a moment, as if trying to read your face for any sign that you might be joking. You just stared back at her, waiting for some reaction. Then she burst out laughing, a light and awkward laugh falling from your lips in response.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh.” Leila said, pausing as one last breathless chuckle left her lips before she composed herself. “I just can’t believe after all this time you still don’t see it.”

You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “See what?” 

“Matt’s behavior towards you! As long as I’ve known you both, he’s always had this uncharacteristic soft spot for you.” You stared back at Leila with this incredulous look on your face. “...what?” 

“Jesus you’ve known each other nearly 20 years and you still haven't noticed? I guess that solves the answer to why you two haven’t fucked yet.” Leila said, also reaching in her wallet to put her card down as the waiter grabbed the bill; clearly trying to ignore your conversation. You shook your head, physically trying to erase the second part of her sentence from your head like an etch-a-sketch. 

“Matt. . . he’s always hated me. Never wanted to be around me. I remember how red and furious he looked the day I moved into my office at Atlas right across from him.”

“Uh uh uh, that is not how that day went.” Leila said, mouthing a small thank you to the waiter who returned with the check and handing you your card back. “Thank you, and please elaborate.”

“Gladly. Matt was bright red and frustrated because when moving some boxes left behind into the hallway, you backed up into him without realizing it.”

“Okay. . . and?”

“...and your skirt was short because you moved in the middle of July, did you not see the massive boner Matt popped after that?” 

“Boner? Please. That was the first time I saw him when moving in and realized we were work neighbors and upon realizing it was me is when he got all red, cut off the conversation super quick and locked himself inside his office. Probably because he was pissed to have to be around me constantly again.”

“So there’s not a chance in your head that your ass bumped his front, and once you made it clear that it was you, Matt was flustered because of his attraction towards you and shut himself off to hide that tent he was pitching?”

You rolled your eyes “Even if I did give Matt a boner, which I didn’t, guys get like 7 boners a day. So it was probably a fluke.”

“It’s actually 11, but besides the point. That’s not the only instance of Matt clearly having a thing for you.” Leila said informatively.

“Yeah sure, we could go on until this place closes going over the times where it was painfully obvious how much Matt can’t stand me and you could tell me how this is a textbook enemies to lovers story. But I’ll stick to my books, thank you very much.”

Leila let out a defeated sigh. “Let me just reiterate that if there’s one thing I’ve always noticed about Matt it’s his uncharacteristic soft spot for you. Just think about it for me, please?” she said with pleading eyes. “Yeah whatever, I’ll think about it when I’m getting drunk alone tonight at Josie’s.”

You and Leila both stood up and started to leave the restaurant after you made your promise to her, when hugging her goodbye she whispered in your ear “I’m so bringing up this conversation at your wedding during my maid of honor speech. You know, when you get married to Matt.”

“...and the moment is over. Taxi!” you said, pulling away from the hug and hailing a cab for Leila. “I’ll be manifesting it for you bestie.” she said with a smile, getting into the cab that pulled up. “Literally shut the fuck up.” she gave you a look as she closed the door and rolled down the window. “Love you too!” she said as she waved goodbye as the driver went on his way.

You took a sigh of relief, thankful that the conversation was over. But her words resonated in your head as you downed another shot hours later at Josie’s. 

‘He’s always had this uncharacteristic soft spot for you.’

There’s just no way you’ve known Matt for this long and everyone but you has seen him be soft and affectionate towards you when all you got from his behavior was raw unfiltered hate. The longer you sat on that thought, the more queasy you felt. Or maybe that was because of the rapid influx of alcohol you were putting into your system. You haven't been this shit faced in awhile.

Before you could gather your scattered thoughts enough to stand up and go home, you heard an all too familiar laugh enter the bar. You looked towards the door and saw Matt and his law partner Foggy entering the bar, mentally trying to sober up but only feeling more nauseous at the sight of your childhood crush.

Of course Matt and his blind luck, he appeared in the empty space right next to you, ordering a round of drinks without seeming to notice your presence. You were relieved until you felt a sneeze coming on, trying to suppress it but failing. A few slipping from your lips, not quietly either. Matt gazed over in your direction and you could see your very drunk reflection in his red lenses, thank god he was blind and couldn’t see how horrible you looked right now. “Bless you.” Matt said politely.

“T-thank you” you said with a slight stutter.” Matt was still looking at you, his brows now downturned as he parted his lips before speaking up again. “Y/n?” 

“Yes?” you said, a nervous feeling settling over the nausea in your gut.

“Oh, just seeing if it was you.” Matt said with a short tone. A silence falling between you two until Josie served him his drinks. 

“Soft spot my ass. . .” you trailed off as Matt grabbed his drinks, assuming he wouldn/t hear you or just disregard your words. But he stopped and turned to you. “What?” You stared at yourself again in his red glasses and let out a frustrated sigh. “I just don’t get you Murdock.”

“You don’t get me?” Matt asked, setting the drinks he had back down. 

“How-” you let out a high pitched hiccup “How do you fool everyone?”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific than that sweetheart.”

“Oh drop the act, no one is around.”

Matt chuckled and stepped closer to you. “What act?”

“Acting like you don’t fucking hate me!” You said, raising your voice at him. Turning a few heads who were within earshot.

“Hate you?” Y/n I-”

“Oh please don’t stand there and try to deny it. Don't stand there and pretend you don’t get a sour taste in your mouth at the mention of my name, it’s always written across your stupid face. All my friends have this idea that you have this uncharacteristic soft spot for me but they must be drunker than me to think that you’ve ever even so much as tolerated me!” a few stray tears spilling from your eyes as emotion overcame you. Matt stood there speechless, you gave him less than a moment to speak up before grabbing your bag and getting down from the barstool you were seated at.

“You want to know what the worst part about falling in love with you was? Knowing that no matter what I did, you would never even like me. I am never going to be better to you than the dirt that you track in on the bottom of your shoes.” you spat bitterly, adjusting your purse on your shoulder as another hiccup slipped past your lips. “Let’s forget my drunken rant when we pass each other going to the office on Monday, yeah?”

You started to walk away, not able to hold back the tears any longer as you quicken your pace leaving the bar without even paying. “Y/n!” Matt called after you. “Goodnight Matthew.” you said, walking out the door and wobbling home. Looking at the time on your watch, disappointed with your state of being at only 9pm. 

You were so embarrassed by your drunken outrage at Matt that you stayed in all weekend, no calls or texts from him or anyone else. Come Monday morning you felt like no one would care if you dropped off the face of the earth, so you stayed home and didn’t even bother to call off work. Sleeping in until noon and moping around all day after that. At least before Friday you and Matt had some semblance of a fucked-up friendship, you did grow up together after all.

It was now 6:30 at night and you sat in front of the TV watching friends while having a brownie and ice cream for dinner. The healthy voice in your head said you should call your therapist, and the toxic one said you should call Matt. Before you could listen to either voice, there was a knock at your door.

You initially intended to ignore it until the knock came again and a voice called out to you “Y/n? It’s Matt.” you immediately froze, standing up and tip-toeing to the door. “I really think we need to talk.” still not responding, you placed your hand on the door knob and began to turn it. Only as you started to open the door did you remember you’d been walking around in a hoodie and underwear all day. No bra, no pants. Thank god Matt was blind.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you fully opened the door, Matt letting himself right in. “Matt, now is not really a good time.”

“How long?” Matt turned to you and asked as you closed your front door behind him. 

“What?” you asked as you turned to face him, little space left for you to distance yourself in the foyer of your apartment.

“”How long have you thought I hated you?” Matt asked in a demanding tone. You pressed your legs together anxiously, not in the mood for the conversation at hand. Opening the door again you spoke with an exhausted tone. “I am not having this conversation with you right now Matt, please leave.” but Matt startled you instead, bringing his hand up to the door and slamming it shut. Your brain didn't even have time to process how he could’ve done that, because now Matt was walking towards you until your back hit the wall.

“I asked you a question.” Matt said slowly.

“I. . . forever. I’ve thought you hated me since. . . forever.” you said softly, praying Matt wouldn’t get any closer and notice your missing garments.

“If I’ve hated you since forever, then why have I always wanted to do this?” Matt said in a tone barely above a whisper, leaning down as his breath fanned over your lips. But he stopped there, his lips mere centimeters from yours as if he was waiting for you to make the next move. You lost all resolve built up over the years as all you’ve ever wanted was right in front of you, a high pitched whine falling from your lips as you said “please” so quietly it was a miracle Matt heard you. Your eyes fell shut as a mere moment passed until Matt pressed his lips to yours.

Words can’t describe all the emotion that kiss conveyed, and yet that very kiss was a conversation you and Matt have been avoiding for decades. A conversation that said ‘I hate myself for ever letting you think for a second that I hated you.’ and ‘You have no idea how many times I’ve had this exact dream’. Apologies moved through your mouths, not even a word mumbled but all of it being understood. Both of you trying not to think about all the years lost by avoiding this kiss. A tear slipping down your cheek, Matt shifting his lips from your to your cheek, kissing it away. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I never hated you.” A soft smile grew on your face, that smile getting larger as you could feel something quite large growing against your bare hip.

“Then why don’t we start tonight?” You asked eagerly, hiking your leg up to allow Matt to press his growing bulge to your core. Matt chuckled in a primal way, leaning back down for a much more intense and passionate kiss.

It seemed Leila would be making that maid of honor speech after all.

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A/N

Whew! Hello everyone! I have a personal goal this year to post at least one story a month so thank god I got to go home from work early today to finish this and get it posted! I have been incredibly busy with my new job lately but I absolutely love it. I now work for MAC cosmetics, my dream cosmetic company. I’ve been there for about three months and it’s a dream come true, really. I am also only 30 followers away from one-fucking-thousand! That's absolutely insane and also terrifying. I will try to do a big sleepover when I hit that milestone and I have the time! In the meantime, thank you all for reading and hope everyone's new year is going well!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[mugzymiik]

my tpc headcanons bc why not :D

SOME CHARS I DONT HAVE TOO MANY FOR (IF I HAVE ANY FOR THEM AT ALL) :sob::sob::sob:

[last updated: December 28, 2024]

main chars:

caretakers:

Cube:

trans FtM

has a pretty good tolerance to the cold. all cubes do (in my headcanons anyway) but his is especially great

back when he and Lythorus started dating he tried to rest his head on top of Lythorus's as a way of affection and he proceeded to get stabbed by the spike

Iris:

has a really deep voice. but at the same time he somehow also sounds like a really tired teenager who works retail

Pentellow:

has a british accent

also knows a frightening amount of very unsettling fun facts

shes the tallest out of the non-monster caretakers (so herself, Iris and Cube). why? fuck you. fuck you is why /HEVJ/VSILLY

Pyrare:

he has pockets in his robe and its like a "time-out area" for Gold (but sometimes Gold chills in there anyways)

he named Barracuda and Gold after his pet fish. like, genuinely. with how big monsters are, barracudas could practically be goldfish and actually goldfish could be like guppies or something to them

heroes:

Cyan:

likes to follow people around!!! and also doesnt like being left alone for long periods of time

he and Cyanide somehow get confused for each other a lot???? literally nobody knows how but it very much happens

Orange:

Tsavorite and him are each other's impulse control. ofc its mostly Orange whos keeping Tsavorite from walking straight into a landmine (/j ofc) but they keep each other out of trouble (most of the time at least)

if bored enough, he can and will find ways to fit into places that will have everyone wonder "HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET IN THERE- HOW DO WE GET HIM OUT???" and he somehow manages to squeeze out flawlessly every time. he has never gotten truly stuck

will drink straight mayo (<- stolen headcanon (hi Tea /SILLY))

im self projecting kind of when i say he got asthma

more of a "this is how i draw them" but his bandana ends kinda look like bunny ears

Tsavorite:

genderfluid and uses any pronouns. :3c he? yes! they? yes! she? yes! literally any neopronoun(s)? HELL YEAH!!!

constantly compares Orange to an actual orange (teasingly ofc)

very alert, but "backwards". like. he'll be able to notice a cool beetle from 5 feet away but wouldnt be able to tell you where Orange headed off to despite being right next to him just a few seconds ago

shows affection thru hugs and pokes. basically just. physical touch!!! but if he cant be physically affectionate they will just give random ass gifts :D

knows a lot abt physical weapons to the point where its honestly a littol unnerving because hOW DOES HE KNOW ABT ALL THIS-

can hold intense eye contact for extended periods of time without blinking (and has intimidated multiple people with it on complete accident)

HATES the snow. and all the other Heroes tease them (/aff) abt it ever since they all found out bc "we thought you loved EVERYTHING"

does NOT care for formalities. like. at all. like say if he met a "King Guy" he wouldnt say "King Guy" hed just say "Guy"

he has been caught eating weeds from the front lawn on multiple occasions

REALLY doesnt like mayo. its literally the ONLY thing they wont eat and if he even SEES it she straightup gags

Gold:

knows PSL (Paradisian Sign Language). this is a hill i will die on/j

tall. tall fuck. everyones confused asf bc hes not physically related to Pyrare so he couldnt get those kinda """genes""" but hes still REALLY fuckin tall (when matured ofc)

VERY SNAKE-LIKE!!! he can hiss. he has fangs. and hes more sensitive to chilly weather and the cold than most other shapes

back when he was saying Literally Nothing he WOULD speak occasionally but in only one word sentences. those single words were unintentionally very vaguely threatening 9 times outta 10

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i know its literally not possible in any way BUT that fluff on his jacket? whenever he's angry/frightened/defensive/whatevertf, that fluff poofs up like a cobra's hood

his bandana used to be around his neck like Cyan's, but it was moved to his leg a little while after he was birthed because his leg got hurt. anyways yeah the bandana was the only thing that could potentially be used at the moment so it was moved to his leg by Pyrare as a makeshift bandage or smth. and afterwards he just kept it there, it was fucking w his sensory issues anyway </3 that leg is a little more fragile because of the past injury

allergic to tomatoes i am Not selfprojecting i swear /j

Cyanide:

has multiple songs pirated on herself. i do not take criticism/j

tall for an unmatured hero :3c

whenever she's trying to "hide something", she uses very detailed language,,for example, if she did something like sneaking out or smth she'd say "greetings" instead of just "hi" or "hello"

"lags" more whenever its hot out

being ANYWHERE around her at ANY point in time is a BIG fuckin risk because she can play Never Gonna Give You Up/Whistle/that stickbug gif on herself on command /SILLY

sometimes she gets so angry that she starts yelling and her filter kicks in BUT she is so angry that it gets kinda fucky and. instead of her yelling. funky town or smth like that will just start playing at full volume and in microwave quality

groups:

chipzel:

Purpex:

i dont have any for her as of rn D:

Marcle:

really likes chicken nuggets. its really random but she LOVES chicken nuggets

Squadril:

is CONSTANTLY called short by Purpex and Marcle + everybody in all the other groups (teasingly ofc)

bossfight:

Cintagon:

Round <3

is absolutely dating Circumsphere

bisexual and also polyamorous :D if he was given the choice between getting his dead wife back or staying with Circumsphere he would choose both with ZERO hesitation

Circumsphere:

i dont have any rn :[

danimal cannon:

Quintagon:

very strong for a pentagon (once when she n Hexagram were younger she hit him and he had a big ass bruise for a few days)

Hexagram:

has a very bad obsession with vikings, which is why his corrupt form has a "viking"-ish look

Polyhedron:

i got none rn :<

big giant circles:

Circumuscle:

doesnt swear very often so when he does its a shock to everyone/lhj

a big softie!!! only to those he deeply cares abt though

he has to be gentle whenever he hugs someone bc hes gonna break someones back someday if he isnt😭🙏

Rincle:

IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF CIRCUMUSCLE SWEARING-WISE if she is given a single chance to say Fuck she WILL absolutely take it with zero hesitation at all/lhj

Spheer:

they and Circumuscle have an "older brother + younger sibling" dynamic

has a british accent as well

Cirtunda:

i dont got any for her either D:

other:

Lythorus:

very distractible

aquatic flower (explained further in the world-wise "shape related" section)

has a VERY bad fear of insects

hes 6ft. and he and Cube have a running joke with this using his name as a measurement. something's exactly 12ft tall? its 2 Lythoruses tall actually/j/lhj

Heli:

nonbinary!!! and uses he/she/they pronouns :D

he and Ketches r like,,partners. take that in any way possible

has the ability to form a body beneath her, buuuut she prefers to fly

a sweetheart through and through. but when/if they do decide to get silly and start teasing people sometimes he accidentally takes it way too far

Ketches:

absolutely has a "pirate" accent r u kidding me/lhj

also has the ability to form a body like Heli

is an uncle figure to Gold

can honk. not like a duck i mean like a boat. "WOOAOAOAOAORRRR" <- that kinda honk

corrupts:

Dub:

he can purr. i dont take criticism sorry /lhj

he and Barracuda were gay as FUCK i will DIE on this hill istg

took guitar classes before he and Cuda went pinksauced

left a seat in the tower's "main room" just in memory of Barracuda. little does he actually know--/lhj

Barracuda:

is actually a ghost rn!! after Dub escaped from the seal he just roams around the tower and also occasionally chills next to Dub (even if Dub cant see him at all + has no idea he's even there)

Cubic:

bitch

he and Lycanthropy have BEEF for some godforesaken reason

Ajaceare:

idk rn D:

George:

his spikes are different from other flowers'; most flower's spikes are pretty sharp, but his never sharpened from childhood, and thus are a little "dull-ended"

Hexacrigon:

idk for her either rn

Cintagram:

manipulative as FUCK. the only person he hasnt ever lied to is Circumcannon

speaking of which. he and Circumcannon still kiss <3

Circumcannon:

no ideas,,again

Hexadic:

same as all the others😭

Lycanthropy:

the only thing keeping he and Cubic from fistfighting each other every time they see each other is that they both know that 1) Dub WILL somehow find out and WILL get their asses and 2) Cubic is strong enough to actually kill Lycanthropy if they fight too hard. and Cubic doesnt wanna fling himself into boiling hot water (not literally ofc) + Lycanthropy doesnt wanna die to THIS bitch's hand

a lot of the other corrupted flowers see him as a "general"/"commander" due to Lythorus being leader of the (uncorrupted at least) flowers

should NOT be trusted with any kind of powertools ever

he can go fuckin insane on the drums

Circubit:

pretty close friends with Macabre

would absolutely dj in his spare time

world-wise hcs:

shape related:

spheres are the speediest out of all the shapes

cubes have a natural resistance to the cold

some flowers have the ability to live entirely underwater, its kinda like a "subtype" for them; theyre often referred to as "aquatic flowers"

flowers have fangs :3c chompers even!!!

spheres are the most likely out of any other shape "species" to be able to grow hair

flowers are naturally tall as shit!!!

flowers' spikes arent as "sharp" when theyre young- they "sharpen up" quite a bit as they get older, though

adding onto the last one, aquatic flowers' spikes are a little more on the duller side

other/unrelated to anything else:

some shapes dont have a "combat ability"

all of the group members of a certain area have meetups sometimes, and occasionally ALL of the groups meet up as a whole (pretty rare considering the size of Paradise, but it still happens at times!)

all the heroes have an odd obsession with going in and out of windows instead of doors. there could be an open door right next to a window and any one of them would still open the window and go right out of it

after Dub is defeated, every year on the anniversary of that day the Heroes get in a circle and chant "its not over til its over" to each other for exactly an hour straight. the caretakers were VERY worried initially, and debated calling an exorcist or something- but theyve grown used to it after like the first 3 years. but it still scares the shit out of anybody else who's unfortunate enough to witness it

in terms of the Trees creating the Heroes, creating and birthing are two different things. initially, the Tree creates the Hero BUT they aren't immediately taken out of the Tree– instead, theyre in a kitten-like state for like a week and then they lose that state afterwards. and a week after that they are FINALLY taken out of the Tree by their caretaker

[jaemmphilia]

Could you do something for jisung or chenle? anything would be fine :)

i chose chenle because he's bias wrecking me these days-

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

★ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹𝟺𝟸

to the public eye, [name] and chenle hate each other. it's as simple as that. the two are constantly butting heads like a pair of aggressive, hormonal rams fighting over a female.

[name] and chenle like to battle for who can get the highest scores on a test or project. one day it will be [name], the next will be chenle. and the difference is always 0.5 of a point.

away from the public eye, however, is a different story.

behind closed doors, [name] and chenle are either making out in the janitor's closet (cliché, i know) or in either one of their dorm rooms.

today is one of those times.

chenle has [name] pinned up against the wall of a closet, the taller male using his body to cage [name] in with his body. [name] whimpers and whines into chenle's mouth as the taller boy shoves his hand down the front of [name]'s jeans.

chenle palms [name] over his boxers, his lips attacking [name]'s neck with bites and licks. [name] allows himself to become jelly in chenle's arms as he revels in the pleasure.

"if only everyone could see how you cry out for me, hm? let them see who makes the headstrong student council president shake with pleasure?" chenle teases, his hand moving faster along [name]'s clothed cock.

[name] cries out as his hips shake and he feels his boxers get wet. he just came. in his pants. because of his rival. who also happens to be his friend-with-benefits.

"would you look at that. must be humiliating to cum in your pants like a teenage virgin, huh?" chenle laughs, pulling his hand out of [name]'s pants and licking any of [name]'s release off of his fingers.

"shut up, le." [name] growls out as he uses the wall to steady himself, his glare fixated on a smirking chenle.

"just hurry up and get yourself situated so we can ditch this lame-ass party." chenle says and walks out of the closet leaving [name] to catch his breath and look presentable once again.

[inklessletter]

I think I've seen this film before (and I didn't like the ending)

Read it on AO3

Both Robin and Steve know that Dustin shipped them. Hard. He was the first one to actually acknowledge how awesome Steve was, and how much of a badass Robin was, so obviously, he was the most insistent on getting them together. The fact that Robin and Steve spent all of their time together, had internal jokes, teased each other constantly, Steve drove her around, had dinner at Robin's a few times a week and, practically shared the same braincell, hadn't definitely helped for Dustin's annoying dynamic to spread to the party. Soon, everyone else was dropping hints about when they were going to publicly announce that they were a couple.

It's something Robin dealt with also at home. Steve didn't lie when he proudly said "parents love me, I'm a catch," because Robin's parents actually do love him. They also seemed eager for their daughter to tell them that they were dating.

Her parents are something she can deal with on her own, but after two apocalypses together, and frankly quite bored of the same joke over and over again, Robin started noticing something in Steve. And see, Robin has a lot of great qualities, but if there's something above all that, it's that she's wicked smart.

So, she started paying attention to their tease, trying to understand why this dynamic was now affecting his very much platonic soulmate out of the sudden, and she fully understood a new layer of Steve.

And fucking hated it.

Although they shared almost everything, she didn't go straight to Steve to talk about it; she knew him well enough to know beforehand not to press him into talking about something he wasn't ready to share yet, even with her.

So the next time they teased them (soon enough, because, c'mon, get new material, bozos) she dropped the smile and asked them, begged them to just stop. It wasn't funny anymore, if it ever was.

And their stupid kids were, well, kids, and also stupid, and didn't pick up. So they continued to tease them, and Robin's patience started to grow thin. But she kept repeating to herself: they're kids, they're just kids, they're dumb by default. So she kept asking them to please, please, drop it.

And see, she can deal with stupid kids, but she drew the line on inconsiderate shitheads (and after two years of saying no, Robin reconsidered their idiocy; they were being plain mean now). So, when Dustin pried about how boring it was that they kept their relationship a secret, in front of the whole gang, again, Robin snapped.

"Who is it, Dustin?" Robin asked, curious expression.

"Who is what?"

"Who are you crushing on, me or Steve?"

"What the hell, Robin? I don't have a crush on any of you!" Dustin said, almost offended. "What's wrong with you?"

"You see, Dusty-bun, after a year and a half of prying non-stop about how crazy is that we are not sucking face and absolutely not believing it, my guesses are that you consider that one of us is so painfully irresistible that we must be obviously lying when we tell you that we are not together. So, cut the jealous crap and please tell me whose name you whisper at night, huh? Is it me or Steve? I'm dying of curiosity here."

Dustin's cheeks went bright pink almost instantly. There was a brief silence in which Robin appreciated their faces with a smug smirk. Some of them were gapping, some holding a laughter. Nancy looked away with a tight smile. Eddie's face was priceless, he stopped whatever he was doing to attentively watch the upcoming scene. Only Steve looked really annoyed.

"What? Ew, gross. I don't whisper your name at night-"

"Steve's, then?"

"No! Robin, what's wrong with you!"

"Oh my god, look at you, you're blushing! You must definitely like him! Oh, is it both?"

"I don't like him , or you! I've got a girlfriend!"

"You're so red, Dustin. I just—I guess I just don't believe you."

Robin's smile grew wider when the rest of the party started picking on Dustin, too.

"I am just saying that you two are really close, there's obviously a vibe between you two, and it's fine! I don't know why you keep denying it. Even I can feel your electricity!" Dustin looked at Steve, who raised his eyebrows, clearly upset. "Is it because his ex is here? Nancy's over it—"

"Please, don't drag me into this."

"—and what you just implied is disgusting!"

And at this point of Dustin's rambling, her smile went off.

"Which part is disgusting, exactly?"

"That—That I think of you at night or whatever!" Dustin shouted, all dramatic.

"I mean, that's pretty disgusting," Lucas added.

"So, you don't have dirty thoughts, like, ever," Eddie muted, holding a mischievous smile.

"Why would I have dirty thoughts about them?"

"I don't know, why would we have dirty thoughts about each other?"

"Can we just stop saying 'dirty thoughts'?" Mike asked, grossed out.

"Because it's a cliché!" Dustin yelled, standing in front of her, suddenly, and completely ignoring Mike. "It's bound to happen! You're always in Steve's orbit, and you're getting pretty defensive about this, you must have a reason to—"

"To what? To not be jumping on his dick right now?"

At the mention of Steve's dick, the whole gang reacted. The youngest pulled disgusting faces, but clearly amused by the turn of this conversation. Eddie was no longer hiding how much fun this was, and he was giving his full attention. Nancy looked around, cheeks pink, not really knowing how to react. Steve, though, was mortified.

After the fuzz of complaints and comments stopped, Robin spoke again.

"I have a reason, though."

Steve looked at her.

"Robin-"

"And the reason is I don't like him that way, and he doesn't like me that way, and that should be enough. And begging you to stop just once should be also enough for you to be respectful about it, but you're not. It's beyond annoying now, it's hurtful, Dustin."

She spoke softer now, and stood from her spot.

Steve muttered "fuck this," and left the room. Eddie followed him. There was a charged silence after that.

"I know you maybe don't see it, but you are implying all the time that there's no other reason for us to be friends if it is not to get in each other's pants, like we have nothing else to offer. And maybe it is not my place to say, but Steve has spent the last few years trying to prove himself right all the time, and he cares about what you think because he loves you. So much. And he's not gonna tell you this, like, in a million years, and I'm breaking an unspoken vow of best friend here telling you, and I'll atone for it later, but if you keep going on with this crap he won't ever stop feeling worthless of being anyone's friend if there's nothing to get out of it."

"Robin, you know that's not what I mean." Dustin's voice was apologetic, sad.

"I know, but we asked you to stop, and you're not letting this go. This is not a riddle you have to figure out, this is just—"

Robin thought that maybe it was the moment for her to come out. If she told everyone now that she was a lesbian, they would drop it for good. She'd been thinking about it for a while now, but she didn't want to do it like this. It just didn't feel right. It wasn't.

Nancy was gazing at her with a knowing look, lips pursed. Robin didn't really tell Nancy about herself, but she seemed to understand. She was smart like that.

"Besides, I am—"

"Right. You're right," Nance stepped in. They shared a look, and Robin briefly smiled. "I think you owe them an apology."

Dustin looked bewildered. The kids were silent. Robin could read in their faces that they never thought about it this way. It took a few seconds for Dustin to recover, and Robin could swear she saw his eyes getting glassy.

"I'm sorry," Dustin said, low voice. "I'm going to—I'm going to talk to Steve."

Dustin left. Shortly after, the rest of the kids followed him, leaving Robin and Nancy alone.

"Steve is lucky to have you," Nancy said, with a soft smile, looking her straight in the eye. Robin felt her cheeks flush red. She looked down.

"I'm the lucky one, here," Robin said. "Thank you. For... for stopping me."

And then Robin's world crashed, because Nancy cupped her cheek, softly, and pressed a small kiss on the cheek.

"I've got your back."

With a smile and candid eyes, Nancy left the room, and Robin let herself fall where she was previously sitting, sighing dramatically.

She needed to talk to Steve.

Right now.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

[witchthewriter]

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @pandorasdead.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑! 𝑶𝒓 … 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉. I think he'd be the exact partner that you're looking for. Or rather, who you're meant for - but you don't know it. That's definitely how your relationship would unfold - both unaware that the feelings are so intense, trying to pretend it's nothing. But really if anything happened to you, Soap would go out of his mind.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You said you wanted someone tall, and hun you are 5'3 - everyone is tall compared to you <3 But I headcanon that Johnny is around 6 foot. In the original game he was listed as 6'2. So we can say that is his height <3

So he would definitely use that to his advantage. Placing things on high cupboards and dangling things just out of your reach. He's a menace.

When he's deployed, he carries around a polaroid of you, with a note taped to the back that says, "I love you Johnny, come back to me."

Wearing each other's clothes; this literally goes both ways. When Soap forgets to do laundry, he'll literally wear one of your tops. Once you were about to leave the house and found him laying on the couch with a tight pink shirt on (it made his chest look pretty amazing)

His love language is physical touch, words of affirmation and ... physical touch. This man is an absolute sook when he comes back to you. Wherever you go, he goes. The first two days back, he'll just pick you up and ask where you need to go, and carry you.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (and there are awesome covers by various artists as well!)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but then getting interrupted.

Malewife x Girlboss aka Barbie and Ken

You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love In Denial

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you want to better yourself - you aren't stagnant. You're continuously growing and it makes him want to do it as well. And it isn't just a physical thing; it's growing emotionally and mentally. Becoming wiser and more compassionate.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

GAZ! Gaz would be your best friend without a doubt. Constantly teasing both you and Soap. It was actually him spurring Soap on to actually act on his feelings. But funnily enough, it was you who spoke up first.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

It's so hard because ... there's barely any feminine characters but I think you're a mix of Rudy, Price and Soap. Rudy seems to be the most ... quiet? Sensitive? Price knows what to do, he's ready for what comes next. And Soap brings such a lightheartedness that everyone relies on.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A completely black cat, who some in the witch community would call a familiar because he seems connected to you somehow. It was pure luck how you found him.

A stray that walked past you, stopped and sat right in front of you at the airport carpark. You had just seen Johnny off as he flew back to base, and then here this little guy was, following you.

He had no collar, when you took him to the vets, he had no chip or record. So you decided to keep him. Because what are the odds that a cat actually wants to be around a human?

(Oh and Johnny didn't mind one bit. He always got upset that you had to live by yourself. He was glad you had company! He isn't one of those types of people who hates cats.)

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈! The only man on this show who shows an ounce of kindness, loyalty, devotion and protectiveness rather than possessiveness. He's well-rounded and has a good head on his shoulders. The other men are too harsh for you, too cruel. I don't think you could be with someone who is violent - towards others.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Made your heart drop to the floor the very first time you saw him. His brown curls, tanned skin, and kind smile made you swoon. (Little did you know, he was staring at you the entire time)

I just know this man loves to boogie - from his training, Harwin has very good foot work. And rhythm is a big part of handling a sword and going through the motions - so when it's time to dance during feasts, eyes are always on the two of you

Likes to take you out at night and lay down on a soft patch of grass (his cloak already laid out for you), so you can watch the stars together. The first night you did this, there was a shooting star.

Can communicate just by the look in your eyes. Harwin is getting better at it, but sometimes his face is just too obvious.

When he realised he was in love with you - that was it for him. No one else could compare. So he asked his father for the family ring and kept it in his pocket until the right moment arose.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Golden Years by David Bowie

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Harwin)

Moral/Emotional Support

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Everyone Can See It But The Two Of You

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How thoughtful you are; you observe so much around you and notice more than others. (That could actually make you a big player in the 'game').

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Laena; I think she would bring out the wild, untamed version of you and you would help her ... wisen up. You two would laugh a lot together though; arms linked and sitting together whenever you can.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mixture of Rhaenys, Harwin, and Rhaena. Rhaenys - wisdom, knowledge, patience, intuition. Harwin - kindness, compassion, devotion. Rhaena - youthfulness, observant, loyal.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Whether you're a Targaryen, a Velaryon or a Dragonseed - it does not matter. Because you bonded with a dragon. The one and only Silverwing, who was once the mount of the Good Queen Alysanne.

[francesminos-tt]

Since ao3 is down, here is more oneshot I wrote per curiouscat prompt.

1. Joffron Enemies to lovers

Joffrey was one of the realm’s best dragon riders. Daeron was one of the realm’s best swordsmen. They came from the same house, but from two fractions that were constantly at war. Even if the two fractions were at a temporary truce, Joffrey and Daeron would fight at any chance they got. They fought over whores (who they lost interest in after the fight), over lands (they were both third sons with no inheritance), over who was the better fighter (there was bet pool going on). In short, they hated each other’s guts.

“Move over.” Joffrey rudely shoved Daeron to the side, “I want to use the pot.”

“You can just say you want to take a piss.” Daeron sneered and mimicked Joffrey’s tone, “use the pot. What are you, a princess?”

“Fuck off.” Joffrey spat as he turned his back to Daeron and pulled his cock out.

“Just because you said fuck, doesn’t make you a tough man, princess.”

Daeron was the only one who called Joffrey a princess. He said it to get under Joffrey’s skin. Everyone knew Joffrey was tough as fuck, but the tease worked, every time. Joffrey would lose his shit on the battle field if Daeron called him princess in front of his men. Joffrey hated Daeron for it.

But it didn’t matter now. They were trapped in this cramped cell for days. They were both captured by their house’s common enemy. A group of pirates ambushed them when they were busy fighting each other. What a laugh. Joffrey only knew they were on a desolated island; it would be impossible to flee without their dragons. Fortunately, their dragons managed to fly off when they were overwhelmed by the enemies. Joffrey wouldn’t want Tyraxes to die with him. His uncle’s she-dragon, too. Joffrey loved Tesserion, even if he hated her rider.

To be honest, Daeron wasn’t so bad a company. His tease was the only thing that kept Joffrey sane. The hate for Daeron was like an anchor that kept Joffrey in the present. The cell was so hot that Daeron had took off his shirt on day 1. Only a pair of loose pants on him now, his pale torso covered with old scars, dirt and dried blood. Joffrey left his shirt on, another reason for Daeron to call him princess. Joffrey had trouble sleeping in his own piss with all the bugs and rats, the bags under his eyes must look ridiculous by now.

There was a commotion outside their cell. First time in days. Both Joffrey and Daeron got on their heels and were ready to fight. The pirates came and dragged them out to an arena. The stand was filled with excited people who were thirsty for blood. Joffrey saw his dragon, Tyraxes, chained to the ground, one of its wings was torn. Tesserion was also there, in better condition than Tyraxes. At least the she-dragon was still able to fly.

“Welcome to the arena, princes. I hope you can put on a good show for the audience.” A bold pirate said.

“What do you want us to do? Fight?” Joffrey looked around, but the arena was empty except for him, Daeron and their chained dragons. “With who?”

“Each other.” The man said with a cruel smile. “The winner can leave his dragon. Not a bad deal, is it?”

“Why would we believe you?” Daeron spat.

Before the man could answer, Joffrey landed a blow on Daeron’s face. Daeron was shocked for a second but he soon fought back out of instinct. He was so used to fight Joffrey that it came as second nature.

“Are you fucking mad? You believe him, princess?” Daeron said between punches.

“Of course not. I am not a fool.” Joffrey whispered back as he tackled Daeron to the ground, “listen, I will let you win. Once you get to Tesserion, fly off. I know the chains can’t stop her. And, don’t call me princess.”

“What about you?”

“My dragon can’t fly! Goddamnit. You think I will let you win if Tyx can fly?”

“I am a better fighter than you.”

“You wish.”

Daeron used his knee to hit Joffrey’s stomach. Hard. Joffrey groaned in pain and fell to the ground. Fuck. Daeron was doing this on purpose.

The audience cheered. Joffrey was still on the ground when the pirates panicked and shouted for each other to stop Tesserion. But it was too late. Joffrey could tell from the sound of wing flapping what Tesserion had successfully escaped.

Joffrey had the cell to himself now. It didn’t make him feel better. The bruises he suffered from the fight with Daeron hurt like a bitch. Some of the cuts must have been infected. Joffrey could feel the fever. He was weak, tired, nauseous but couldn’t sleep. He was slowly losing his mind. He knew it because how could he miss Daeron’s teasing smile?

Joffrey heard another commotion but this time he was too weak to get up. Joffrey thought it was the pirates again until two strong arms wrapped around his body and picked him up. Joffrey smelled a familiar scent of steel and dragon flame.

“Why are you back?” Joffrey managed to say, shocked at Daeron coming back for him. He thought Daeron would take the opportunity to let him rot in this godforsaken place. But Daeron smiled and brushed the tangled curls from his face.

“Let’s get you out of here, princess.”

2. Joffrey was being harassed. Daeron took revenge for him.

It started as an annoying colleague at work. Joffrey was a charming young man, so he was well liked by others. But there was this new guy from IT that creeped him out. Joffrey had some complications with his computer so he filed a ticket to IT. The new guy came and fixed Joffrey’s computer, but he stayed a little too long, he spoke a little too soft that Joffrey had to lean in to hear what he was saying. He squeezed Joffrey’s shoulder out of the blue before going back to his floor. Joffrey met him again at the cafe. Joffrey usually took his own lunch to work but his boyfriend Daeron had gone on a business trip so Joffrey was too lazy to make himself lunch. He depended on cafe sandwiches and pizza. The guy sat beside Joffrey as if they were good friends, while in fact they were barely acquaintances.

Joffrey’s didn’t think too much of it. Sure, the guy was creepy but that was it. Joffrey had never thought that he would get himself a stalker. The guy went to Joffrey’s office one day well after work hours, only to find Joffrey dozing off on his chair. Joffrey was awoken by a disgusting tongue on his hand. He punched the guy out of instinct, but the disturbing feeling never went away.

Joffrey went home and took the next day off. Daeron came back from the business trip early only to find Joffrey sleeping on the couch in Daeron’s sweatshirt. Daeron wanted to surprise his boyfriend so he kissed Joffrey on the lips. Joffrey was jolted awake. He swung a punch but Daeron dodged it.

“What’s wrong, joff? Bad dream?” Daeron asked worriedly as he looked at Joffrey’s scared face.

“Daeron? Why are you home? You are supposed to come back tomorrow.” Joffrey swallowed and rubbed the back of his hand unconsciously. The phantom feeling of the disgusting tongue just wouldn’t go away.

“I took an early flight.” Daeron knew Joffrey was holding something back but he didn’t push. He knew Joffrey too well. Pushing would only make him defensive.

Fortunately, Daeron didn’t need to wait long to find out the truth because he noticed Joffrey was washing his hands every 10 minutes. He didn’t confront Joff head on. He just wrapped his arms around Joffrey’s waist and hugged him from behind. He kissed the side of Joffrey’s neck. Joff was silent for quite some time before he began to talk. He told Daeron about the creepy guy and the tongue incident. Daeron listened patiently and kissed away Joffrey’s tears in the end.

“Why don’t you take a few days off?” Daeron led Joffrey to the couch and cuddled him. “I can stay with you. Like a little staycation. I can get up early to get the cinnamon roll you like. What do you say, Joffrey?”

Joffrey nodded and rested his head on Daeron’s chest. He fell asleep listening to Daeron’s steady heart beat.

When Joffrey went to work again, the receptionist looked at him as if he had grown two heads.

“Joffrey! You sneaky bastard. You never told me you had a hit man boyfriend!”

“Because I don’t? What are you talking about?” Joffrey was genuinely confused. If anything, his other uncle, Aemond, his brother Luke’s husband, was more like a hit man than his investment banker boyfriend Daeron.

“Then who’s that handsome man in suits that came to the office yesterday and beat that creepy IT half to death? He told the IT to get lost and said he had already filed a restraining order. I think the boss was too shocked to call the police.”

Yesterday? Yesterday Joffrey had woken up late, around 11am. Daeron greeted him with a kiss and a tray of donuts, all Joffrey’s favorite flavor, chocolate sprinkle. Joffrey had no idea Daeron had come to his office and avenged him. Joffrey must be smiling too hard because the receptionist rolled her eyes and muttered idiots in love under her breath.

3. Insecurity Joffrey + charming prince Daeron

Joffrey was cute kid once. He had big eyes, round nose and a childish smile that everyone loved. However, growth spur in his teen years erased every last bit of his cuteness. He was tall and muscular from all the boxing training. It was fine to ask for cuddles and kisses if you were a cute little boy, but it was an entirely different thing to ask for public affection if you were a 6’2’’ grown man.

Daeron, on the other hand, was the epitome of Prince Charming. He was handsome, polite, fun, respectful but at the same time easygoing. He was always the center of attention, especially from girls. Boys liked him too, not in the way Joffrey liked him, but they respected Daeron as their friend.

So Joffrey stopped taking his uncle Daeron’s hands. He used to do it all the time and was secretly very happy that Daeron never pushed him away. Daeron was his childhood crush that carried on to adulthood. They hang out a lot. Daeron took him to movies, theaters, theme parks, even surfing trips. Today, Joffrey was to help Daeron buy a new pair of sneakers. Daeron insisted Joffrey, as an athlete, was an expert to pick the perfect pair for him.

“…Personally I prefer petite and cute. It makes me want to hold them and never let go.”

When Joffrey arrived at their rendezvous point, he found Daeron talking to a petite girl with long wavy hair. She was petite and cute, just as Daeron described. She wore a pink flare dress and was dangerously close to Daeron. Joffrey could smell her sweet perfume meters away. Daeron kept smiling to her, and she smiled back.

This was the moment when Joffrey realized how utterly foolish he was. He hoped, oh, how he hoped that he was special to Daeron. It was just his delusion.

Joffrey didn’t have the courage or the heart to interrupt them, so he ran away. He came home early and locked himself in his bedroom. His phone kept buzzing with messages and calls from Daeron but he ignored them. Joffrey wasn’t ready to face Daeron yet.

At some point, Joffrey fell asleep(with tear stains on his face and later drool on his pillow). When he came to, it was already dark. His stomach growled loudly because he skipped lunch. Joffrey heard a chuckle.

“Overslept?” Daeron asked. Joffrey had no idea why Daeron was here and why mother had let him in.

Joffrey rubbed his face and said nothing.

“What’s wrong Joff? You never showed up and your mother said you came home early. Are you not feeling well?”

Why he had to be charming to Joffrey? Joffrey didn’t need that. He’d rather Daeron tell him the truth that Daeron never liked him, that Joffrey was just an annoying nephew who never got the hint, that Joffrey was no longer the cute boy he once was.

“Joff?”

“Go away.” Joffrey snapped. “Go to your petite and cute girlfriend and leave me alone!”

Daeron looked genuinely confused. The audacity!

“What are you taking about? I don’t have a girlfriend…god, Joff, you heard the conversation between me and Beth, didn’t you?”

“So her name is Beth. Cute name.” Cuter than Joff, apparently.

Daeron sighed and moved closer. Joffrey tired to move away from him but, damn, why did he decide to put his bed against the wall? Slowly, Daeron trapped Joffrey between him and the wall.

“We were taking about cats. You told me you wanted to have a cat when you moved out.” Daeron said. He was so close that Joffrey could feel his breath.

“Why does that have anything to do with you?” Joffrey refused to meet Daeron’s eyes, choosing to focus on Daeron’s hands, which were moving inch by inch to Joffrey’s thigh, instead.

“Because I want to live with you.” Daeron’s hands finally made their way to Joffrey’s thick thigh. “Don’t you think I should have a say in the type of pets we are going to keep?”

Now Daeron wasn’t making any sense. Why would he want to live with Joffrey?

“Why would you…” Joffrey looked up, only to find Daeron was looking at him with a fond smile. The kind of smile that was different from his usual polite one. There was no social etiquette, only affection and a hint of possessiveness.

“Silly boy. Silly Joffrey.” Daeron’s smile widened when he found Joffrey’s cheeks began to burn. “I am asking you to be my boyfriend.”

“What?” Joffrey was lost. Why? Daeron didn’t like him. Daeron liked cute and petite things. Prince Charming should like cute and petite things.

“One would think all my invitations are enough clues. Even your family knows I am asking you out all this time. When I arrived today, your mother asked me what had I done to hurt her baby boy.”

Joffrey opened his mouth to say something but never got the chance to finish his sentence because Daeron sealed their lips together into a kiss.

“I love you, Joffrey. I will repeat it ever day until you believe me and believe in yourself.”

4. Joffron soulmate au

Daeron walked in the house. The spare key was at its usual place, under a flowerpot near the front door. Neither him and Joffrey was good at gardening. They couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. The flowers in the pot wilted and died after two weeks, leaving only the empty pot behind.

“Now everybody knows where we put spare key.” Joffrey joked. “Who would keep an empty pot at the door if not to hide a key under it?”

Daeron forgot how he replied to Joffrey. He only remembered they ended up kissing.

The house was silent, as it should be for not being occupied for two years. To Daeron’s surprise, the house seemed to be well maintained. There was only a thin layer of dust on the inner door knob, indicating that someone visited to the house regularly.

Everything was the same as Daeron remembered. The house itself was like a time bubble, locking the fondest memories of Daeron’s life inside. Daeron had been a happy man. He had found and married his soulmate at a young age. Both of their soul marks were on their inner wrists. Daeron’s said what do you want, while Joffrey’s said hey handsome. That was how they had met in the bar where Joffrey worked as a bartender.

All happiness ended the day Daeron lost his left arm when trying to save a young girl from a shark attack. The beast had bitten his whole arm off, along with his marriage ring and his soul mark.

Since then, Daeron had become a different man. He stopped laughing. He felt the phantom pain of his lost arm constantly. He got addicted to pain meds. He snapped at Joffrey more times than he could count.

But Joffrey stayed. Joffrey tired to hold their family together. He would make Daeron meals and take him to rehab. Joffrey was not a good cook, but he tried. Daeron could tell from the bandages on his hands how Joffrey had struggled in front of the stove. But Daeron’s depression had messed with his mind. Instead of feeling loved, Daeron felt useless. He didn’t want Joffrey’s pity. He didn’t want to be that disabled guy who everyone stared at. Joffrey deserved better. Joffrey should leave him, once and for all.

So Daeron pushed Joffrey away. He snapped at every thing Joffrey did, from overcooking the oatmeal to refusing to indulge Daeron’s addiction.

“Get out!” Daeron shouted after Joffrey once again refused to give him more pain meds.

“No. I am not leaving.” Joffrey said stubbornly despite tears in his eyes.

“Then I will!” Daeron stomped out of their bedroom.

The next day, Daeron left. He had packed all his things and called a Uber to the airport. When Joffrey came home, he was greeted by an empty house and a divorce paper.

Daeron hadn’t spoken to Joffrey in two years. He knew Joffrey had moved back to Driftmark soon after Daeron had left. A sick part of Daeron felt triumphant. He was not the only one who had left.

But now, after two years, Daeron finally understood what Joffrey meant by saying he would never leave. All of Joffrey’s things were still here. His mugs, his favorite book, his game console his blanket and his fluffy cushions. They had been here the whole time, waiting for the other half of their souls that might never return.

Daeron didn’t know how much time had passed, but he found himself sitting on the loveseat with his elbows on his knees. He was better now. He was no longer an addict. He took depression meds regularly and had made huge progress according to his therapist. Funny how a stranger could make him follow the right rules. Daeron realized he had said all the cruel things to Joffrey because he knew Joffrey loved him. He knew Joffrey wouldn’t just walk away. He had taken advantage of Joffrey’s love and forced his own grief on his soulmate.

A click of the door jolted Daeron out of his thoughts.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think you would come early.” Joffrey said from the door, a neat file folder in his hand.

Daeron didn’t answer. He was mesmerized by the image of Joffrey, the real Joffrey standing in front of him. Joffrey looked just like how Daeron remembered him. Simple shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He didn’t even change his hair style.

“Daeron? Do you need a minute?” Joffrey frowned in concern but he didn’t move any closer. “I can leave you alone if you want. I can come back later.”

Daeron’s mind stopped working at the word leave. No. He could not let Joffrey leave. He had a feeling if he let go now, he would never have Joffrey again.

Before Daeron realized what he was doing, he had run to the door and wrapped Joffrey in his remaining arm. He would never be able to give Joffrey a proper hug again, but Daeron tried with everything he had.

“Don’t leave. Please.” Daeron whispered as he buried his face on Joffrey’s shoulder.

Joffrey hugged him back after a long pause.

“I am not leaving. It’s you who left.”

“I know. But now I have come home, I will never leave again.”

Daeron caressed Joffrey’s cheek with his single hand and kissed the boy he fell in love with. The boy he still loved now. His soulmate.

There was thud and Joffrey kissed back, the folder lying on the floor, forgotten.

[telail]

The Air I Breathe. (CH. I)

SMG AMBW Warnings; language, drinking, smoking, assault, violence, gang violence, abuse, illegal activity, fem lead, age gap (f. lead is 17, m. lead is 19), smut, impulsive jealousy, overprotective boyfriend, toxic relationships, side characters. RATED M (MATURE) Genre: Gang Leader/Mafia AU, Producer/Rapper Mingi, Smut, fluff, angst, Romance.

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Kenai tapped her pen repetitively against the janky wooden desk she sat at, her leg bouncing anxiously underneath it. She chewed on her bottom lip as she turned to look at the clock perched up above the white board at the front of the classroom for what felt like the 100th time. It was routine for her to check this clock towards the end of every school day. Routine for damn near 9 months straight. Thank god the school year was coming to an end. It was the final day Kenai would have to constantly turn and look at that damned clock until her much too short 2 month long summer break met it's end.

"And a gentle reminder to have all of your borrowed text books turned into the library by the end of the day. If you choose not to it'll simply be added to your obligations, but be warned- those books are not cheap! Anyway, I hope you all have an amazing summer and we can't wait to see your cheerful faces again next year." And with that the principles announcement was cut. The soft chime of the last bell of the day finally rang. Relief washed over Kenai as she could almost feel the stress and worries of her junior year being lifted from her body. Happy wasn't even the word for what Kenai was feeling right now. She didn't have to worry about jolting awake to her annoying ass chime ringtone at the literal crack of dawn every morning and put in effort to look presentable to show up to a place that felt like prisons sibling. No more pulling all nighters just to finish assignments, essays, and reports that she had procrastinated on until the deadline was literally minutes away. She looked forward to focusing solely on relaxation and a peaceful state of mind throughout her 2 month break.

The halls were definitely crowded to say the least. Students hooting and shouting about being free, some crying and dramatically hugging each other as though phones didn't exist and they couldn't keep in touch over the summer regardless of distance.

Everyone seemed just as excited as Kenai was about this stressful year finally coming to an end. Despite such she still opted for keeping her equal happiness within the safety of her own mind.

Kenai had made sure to turn her text books in a day prior. Why waste time walking halfway across the campus on the last day of school to wait in a long line of students and stay here an extra 30 minutes when she could just go straight home?

She made her way down the hallway, popping her airpods in to tune out the world as she made her way to the pick up area.

As soon as she pressed play on her phone an arm was suddenly wildly slung around her shoulder causing her to immediately look up and somewhat aggressively push herself away from the person invading her personal space.

"Damn, who hurt you??" Toni, her best friend looked at her sideways. An amused smirk making its way onto her face as she realized she had most likely just scared the shit out of Kenai.

"I hate when you do that shit." Kenai said rolling her eyes as she instinctively reached out to hold Toni's pinkie finger with her own. It's been a thing for them to hold pinkies with each other since they met, which was around 6th grade.

Toni laughed at her friend's sudden attitude, teasing her a little for the small pout on her face.

"It's the last day of school Kee, you don't look even a lil bit excited."

"I am excited." Kenai said as she sarcastically forced a big smile on her face before it collapsed back into her typical neutral one.

"Are you now." Toni replied, her eyes squinting a bit as she stared at Kenai.

"I am, do I have to bounce off the walls to prove it?" Kenai said, raising her eyebrow as she looked down at her slightly shorter friend.

Toni just smacked her teeth and shook her head as she broke eye contact.

"Smartass."

She mumbled, cracking a smile and tightening her pinkie around Kenai's.

It was obvious that Toni and Kenai were nearly polar opposites. Toni was outgoing, energetic, and overall just the epitome of an extrovert. While Kenai was more on the calmer side, more so the observant type with a good head on her shoulders.

She preferred to stay home and chill out rather than go out, especially to crowded events like parties and concerts. There's no denying that Kenai was also extremely attentive, sometimes too attentive for her own good. Often picking up on things, that she wasn't supposed to and sometimes unintentionally disturbing her own peace by doing so.

Others often took Kenai as the "motherly" type out of her and Toni's relationship. Seeing the way she took care of the people close to her and gave the best advice.

They were far from the same but there was a balance despite the fact. How else would they get along so well? Toni was around 5'5 while Kenai stood at around 5'9.

Kenai's complexion was slightly lighter than Toni's Russet chestnut brown one. Both of them flaunted pretty brown eyes, Toni's a slight shade lighter than Kenai's.

Without a doubt they were both beautiful, often attracting attention with nothing but a mere smile. But Toni had more of a way with guys around campus due to her being a social butterfly.

Kenai definitely wasn't complaining, dudes and big crowds were never her type of fun to begin with so she for sure preferred things the way they were. Which Toni, for the most part respected and was cool with.

"So wassup, what're your plans for the summer?" Kenai asked, genuinely curious as to what Toni was gonna be up to even though she already had an idea.

Toni looked at her from the corner of her eye, a sly smirk making its way onto her face before she diverted her gaze back to what was in front of them.

"Y'know.. the usual- Oh, you know it's like hella people already got parties and kick backs pre-planned, Shaniya is plannin' on havin' some kind of beach party- glow in the dark I thi-"

"A beach party? With the way Florida weather been actin' it'll be a no for me. You already know how I feel about hot weather."

Kenai declined, already seeing where Toni was going with her rambling.

"You ain't even let me get the question out."

Toni said, rolling her eyes and smacking her teeth as she opened the door to the main exit of the school.

"You're predictable."

Kenai mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she followed behind her through the door.

"You literally stayed in the entire school year, I let you slide cause you had the excuse of school in general but it's summer Kee, you're supposed to be OUTSIDEE that house is holding you hostage."

Toni said dramatically, waving her hands around as she emphasized on Kenai stepping out of her house for once.

Toni's words were doing absolutely nothing, Kenai's mind was already made up. She would be content with being alone in the safety and comfort of her own room with some snacks and her favorite show or book, that was enough to satisfy her. That was her version of fun.

Rarley would Kenai go out. Yes, she did leave the house but it wasn't common. She wasn't too fond of large social gatherings and struggled to mingle among a big crowd, it was typical of her to stray away.

Like Toni said, she was only so lenient with nagging Kenai on getting out more during the school year because of school, but now that it had come to an end Toni expected her to get out there more or in her terms "go outside." She wasn't upset with Toni necessarily, but it was still irritating nonetheless.

"You turned your books in ahead of time like I told you to right?" Kenai switched the topic, recalling how she told her a week prior to get them in before the last day so they wouldn't have to worry about leaving late.

"Yes mama, I did." Toni teased, mocking her best friend's mother-like tendencies.

"Good cause-" Kenai was interrupted by someone yelling for Toni, trying to get her attention.

"Aye Nini! C'mere real quick lemme talk to ya'"

"What I told you bout callin' me that Kari."

Toni responded, Irritation lacing her voice as she continued walking and simply cut her eyes at him.

"Whatchu mean? You let everybody else call you that but when I do it, it's a problem. Don't be green Toni."

Kari said, tilting his head to the side as he walked up to her clearly amused. He gave Kenai a nod of his head before looking back towards Toni.

"Boy I said what I said, call me by my name or don't call me at all."

She said giving him a dirty look before sliding around him, grabbing Kenai's hand as to not leave her behind in the process.

"Whatever, you ain' shit but a stuck up hoe anyways!"

Kari yelled, to which Toni reacted by sticking up her middle finger and continuing to look straight ahead. Her expression highly unamused.

"Yo wh-"

Kenai moved to turn around and say something but Toni simply squeezed her hand and shook her head, smiling as she did it as a way of reassuring Kenai that his disgusting remark didn't have much of an effect on her.

Kenai smacked her teeth but still respected Toni's wishes.

"His pussy ass, pisses me off when dudes say the stupidest shit when their pride is hurt." Kenai said, rolling her eyes. Toni could definitely understand what she meant, but guys like Kari didn't have too much of an effect on Toni unless they attempted to do something physical. Majority of the time they were all bark no bite.

"It's whatever.. I ain' stuttin Kari's thirsty ass." Toni replied, her tone simple but her vexation still evident.

Kenai left it at that before once again diverting the topic elsewhere.

"My crib or yours?"

Kenai asked, letting a strap of her book bag slip off one of her shoulders.

Toni hummed, thinking about it for a second as she looked up at the sky for a moment.

"Yours, ion' feel like hearin' my mama mouth today so I'll just text her I guess." Toni said, shrugging as she pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Alright." Kenai said, glancing at Toni out the corner of her eye before looking forward again.

Toni's mom wasn't the best to say the least. Majority of the time she would verbally abuse Toni and say the most outrageous things to her no matter who she was in front of. It's been like that her entire life but it seemed as though the older she got the worse it got. Since Toni has been dealing with her mother's mouth since childhood this explains why she never took anything other people said to her to heart. She had to learn to not let things her mom said get to her or else it would cause her to come off as "weak." Or so her mom said.

With that Toni often found herself going everywhere but home. Usually ending up at Kenai's place, her cousins, or every blue moon at her dad's. He lived on a completely other side of town, almost 2 hours away hence why she went so rarely. She loved her dad though, he was always there even when he couldn't be physically. Always present in any way he could be and for that she was grateful. Maybe she would get to visit him more since summer break had come around.

"Anyways, runnin' it back to this beach party- I think you should goooo.." Toni said, dragging out the last bit of her sentence as an attempted tactic of persuasion.

Kenai groaned, she should've known Toni wasn't gonna let it go that easily.

Kenai smacked her teeth once again.

"Girl when is it." She asked, sounding more like a dead statement than a question.

Toni's eyes lit up. "It's 3 nights from now... Saturday. That's plenty of time to make up your mind."

"Uh huh, and your cousin, is hosting right?" Kenai knew better than to just pop up at some random's party, anything could happen when you're around too many unfamiliar people.

"Yeah, the fam will be there too.. I think. Y'know we gotchu' Kee." Toni promised. Surprisingly Kenai agreed, only because she knew Toni wasn't gonna let it go until she cracked.

She still felt like she needed to think on it more but lord knows Toni would still find a way to convince her to go one way or another.

-

Once they'd made it to Kenai's house they immediately noticed that they couldn't hear the sound of Kenai's step brother playing his loud ass music or laughing with a few of his friends from the back patio like they usually would.

She was slightly suspicious but decided not to question it maybe he just felt like staying in today? It was really hot after all.

Kenai fished for her house key in the side of her bag before successfully finding it and pushing it gently into the key hole.

Once unlocked she stepped inside with Toni following suit, the cool AC immediately engulfing their warm bodies in a cold embrace. Kenai hummed at the feeling letting out a small whistle at the sensation of the refreshing air soothing her warm skin.

"You can head up stairs I'm gonna go look for Joong and get us sum' to snack on." Kenai said, placing her house key in the small bowl sitting atop the table near the front door.

Toni hummed in acknowledgment, making sure to grab Kenai's bag from her before making her way upstairs.

"Yo', Hongjoong!!" Kenai shouted, expecting a reply from the boy in question. It was obvious that he was somewhere near cause although barley audible she could hear more than one voice down the hall from the living room.

"In here!" He yelled back.

Kenai clicked her tongue and turned on her heels towards the living room. Upon entering she scanned the room spotting Hongjoong laying against the arm rest of the couch with his laptop in his lap and one side of his headphones on. She peeped how there was someone else's phone not too far from his position on the couch but didn't think much of it.

"Wassup' Nai," He mumbled, acknowledging her but seemingly having returned to focusing intently on his laptop.

Kenai groaned as she plopped down next to him, causing his body to slightly bounce as he glanced up at her with a questioning look before returning his gaze back to the task at hand.

"So damn boring, I really shouldna' even went. I'm glad the year is over with though." She complained. Hongjoong hummed in reply.

Kenai's dad passed away in a car wreck when she was about 3 years old. Leaving her mom a widow for about 5 years before she eventually remarried to Hongjoong's father when Hongjoong was 11 years old. Making Hongjoong her stepbrother.

Kenai and Hongjoong had gotten close pretty easily. Hongjoong had always wanted a sister, but unfortunately his father struggled with fertility issues making it hard to conceive another healthy child. Hell Hongjoong alone was a miracle. So he protected and cared for Kenai like she was his blood, as he always will. And of course that bond was reciprocated. Kenai was willing to do the same for him as he would for her.

Kenai wasn't all that familiar with the whole "how I met your mother" story between her mom and his dad but it happened, and it resulted in marriage.

"Where's mummy and papa?" Kenai asked in some sort of goofy accent that she had a habit of randomly using. She heard a door opening and closing in the distance as she asked but figured Toni had just come back downstairs at some point.

"Mama is finishing up one of her private lessons, dad is at the office, sum' bout a client meeting.." He trailed off, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip as he squinted at his screen.

"Alright well- Toni's here. We'll be in my room.." Kenai said, smacking her brother's thigh before getting up and going to leave the living room to head towards the kitchen.

He hummed in response again before raising his eyebrows in realization. "I got a surprise for you by the way." He said with a proud smirk on his face.

Kenai stopped and turned around to look at him, "Like what?" She asked suspiciously whilst throwing her braids over her shoulder.

"mmm, somebody came to see you." He said, his eyes flicking to something behind her before he looked back at her then his laptop screen. "Look behind you."

Kenai had felt someone's presence behind her as they spoke, once again assuming it was Toni quietly waiting behind her but she swore she smelled the faint scent of cologne and weed, the smell familiar on her nose but she just assumed she was tripping.

Kenai slowly went to look behind her still unsure of who it was until he opened his mouth.

"Hey, Princess." He spoke, his deep voice an immediate indication as to who he was along with the pet name.

There was just one person in the world that addressed her as such, her heart damn near jumped out of her chest as she met his eyes. In a very.. subtle manner of course.

"Mingi." Kenai said unamused. Mingi was one of Hongjoong's best friends. Also a close friend of hers but a close friend that she was currently irritated with.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get anything out Kenai cut her eyes at him and shoved past him being sure to aggressively bump his shoulder as she moved.

Definitely wasn't the reaction Mingi was expecting, but he'd gotten one nonetheless. The hell was her problem?

Kenai's summer had just begun and from the looks of it, was already off to a janky start.

wc: 3k (3,064) a/n: this shit is PACKED with drama and it involves literally everything bad, killing, gangs, drug dealing. Literally the whole shabang if you're uncomfortable with this kind of content feel free to not read it. PUT YALL SEATBELTS ON!!! excuse any kind of mistakes. ;P

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q&a with ethan dolan

about: you and ethan have been dating for a while now and he was finally ready to introduce you on camera.

authors note: haven’t posted in a while but hey. also i miss the twins so here’s this. i was such an ethan girlie. i’ll work on some more imagines for you all later.

“e, i’m really nervous. what if i’m bad on camera or your fans end up hating me? or both?” you said.

“y/n, you’ll be fine, i promise. they’re gonna love you. you’re so charming.” he complimented.

you smiled. “you really mean that?”

“well i wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t.” he replied.

you smiled and the two of you shared a kiss.

“gray, we’re ready!” ethan called.

“finally done kissing and shit?” grayson rolled his eyes as he walked into the room.

you were friends with grayson first before you met ethan. grayson was basically your best friend, the two of you hung out all the time. shared secrets, constantly talked, and we’re playful with each other. when you met ethan, you fell head over heels for him.

“shut up, grayson.” ethan rolled his eyes.

you let out a giggle. “yeah, gray. you’re just jealous that you’re single.”

“no i’m not!” he exclaimed, defensively.

“whatever you say.” you teased.

ethan then got the camera set up and the two of them sat.

they told you to stay off-camera so they could do an introduction for you and then you would come in.

“what’s up guys, we’re back!” ethan shouted.

“we’re back!” grayson shouted.

“no, we have to be in sync.” ethan said.

“yeah, you’re right.” grayson sighed.

“3…2…1…” ethan counted.

“we’re back!” they echoed.

“yeahhhh.”

“yeah!”

they both laughed.

“okay, so today we are doing a q&a as some of you know with a special guest.” grayson said.

“come on out, y/n!” ethan called.

you smiled and walked in front of the camera.

ethan smiled when you came into the gram and sat on his lap.

“hi.”

“hi.”

the two of you laughed.

“am i really gonna third wheel this whole video?” grayson questioned.

“no, i’ll sit in between you guys.” you said.

they made room for you in the middle of the couch and ethan pulled out his phone.

“okay, so i tweeted out ask gray and i plus y/n questions and we’d make a video with your answers.” ethan explained.

“and if you didn’t know from the pictures, these two are dating.” grayson added.

you pursed your lips and turned red.

“are you gonna say words or just sit there?” ethan asked you.

“oh shut up, crimson chin.” you rolled your eyes.

“okay, miss attitude.” he sassed.

you giggled and grayson huffed.

“i knew i’d be third wheeling.” he whispered.

you clapped. “okay. should we get started boys?”

“i think we shall.”

ethan unlocked his phone and got the screenshots up from the twitter post.

“okay, first question. ‘how did you guys meet y/n.’”

“we met y/n at this really awesome event we went to.” ethan started. “well, she met grayson first, then she met me later on.”

“yeah, so i had bumped into grayson and we started talking and became super close friends. then, he introduced me to ethan and we started talking and now we’re dating.” you added.

“and y/n and i are still pretty close, i mean she’s one of my best friends, but now she’s really happy with my brother and i’m happy for both of them.”

“awww, gray.”

“thanks, gray.”

you guys answered some more questions from fans. some of them got weird and dirty, but most of them were fine and you were actually having fun.

it was finally time for the outro and the three of you said peace and finished filming.

“you did really good, babe.” ethan complimented.

you smiled. “thank you.”

the two of you then shared a small kiss.

after editing, and waiting until tuesday, the boys posted to video to their channel and everyone loved it.

they loved you, your friendship with gray, and most importantly your relationship with ethan.

you smiled as you read through comments from their fans.

overall, you got a lot of great feedback and you were happy.