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lokideservesahug · 7 months ago

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Love in 3D

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Pairing: Logan Sargeant x reader. Part of this Mall AU collab with @ham1lton

☆ -idiots in love | fluff | comedy | smau + written ☆

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Warnings: A teensy bit suggestive at a few points, Logan and reader have crushes on each other but are super oblivious, mention to Oscar + his love intrest in the series (it's like a multiverse!)

Notes: I took liberties with what films were showing so it doesn't reflect their actual release date or showing time irl. A special thanks to @ham1lton for allowing me to be apart of this, brainstorming with me and beta-ing my work (you're amazing and ily <33 :D).

Summary:When you go to the cinema to watch a film that a friend of yours suggested, the last thing you expected to do was to develop a crush on a certain American worker (or be handed an excuse to come back). Or alternatively, when you keep on going back to the cinema, it's because you're just a massive cinephile...right?

Slight prelude here

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Now when a friend told you to visit the cinema because you just "had to see this new film, it's so...you!" you didn't think much of it. You had avoided looking at reviews for it online and excused the visit as a means to treat yourself, especially with how hard you've been working recently. After taking a short journey into the centre of town, you traverse to the movie theatre. You walk through the towering glass doors and are suddenly enveloped by the comforting atmosphere. The low key, warm lighting bouncing off of the harsh crimson furniture in all directions makes you feel almost at home when paired with the low mumble of families waiting to see films and discussing ones they'd just viewed.

The atmosphere almost makes you feel drowsy so unsurprisingly, you wholeheartedly believe you are living a dream when you walk up to the counter and the most gorgeous man ever stands before you. His green eyes meet yours in a friendly encounter and you give him a quick one over. Your eyes scan from the bottom of his worn out, white trainers to his stained, blue t-shirt (was that butter splotched in the middle?) and even to his long blonde/brownish hair - that clearly hadn't been cut in a while as it swoops over his face, making him look like a prince-.

Somehow, your brain manages to coherently string together a thought that isn't focused on the man in front of you as you ask for "One ticket to see ‘Cats’ please." Yet as soon as the words leave your lips, you're back to daydreaming about the innocent cinema worker behind the counter. You've never seen him before because you're sure you'd have noticed. But then again, you were in the middle of town so of course you don't know everyone. How foolish. You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice him softly asking you a question.

Your eyes widen in horror for a moment. Oh no. What did he say? Eager to only please him, you tilt your head and utter out a timid "Yes?" which sounds as confused as you feel. You glance down at his nametag as a means to hide your confusion and are met by the sight of a neat, embossed ‘Logan' in the centre. However, the answer must have been right because the man’s, Logan you suppose, face splits out into a toothy grin and he mutters a few positive sounding adjectives in response.

“Great. I'll get one ready for you now." He drops to a squat and rummages behind the counter as you furrow your brows. Did you just sign up for something? He pops his head back up from below the counter and you give him a small smile (that feels really quite uncertain with your fate. "Can I get a name for the card, please?" You respond with your name and his soft smile and compliment make your cheeks feel warm. He hands the card to you and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the brief contact of his warm fingers on yours.

"Have a great day and enjoy the film." You turn to mush at his sweet smile and begin to long to see only that sight until your dying day. You utter out a small "You too." and at that moment, you finally regain consciousness and want the ground to suck you up. Logan laughs melodically at your slip up which makes you smile at his laughter. "So sorry. I didn't mean that... I was just distracted!" This causes his laughter to die down as he squints his eyes and one side of his mouth curls up as if he was beginning to smirk. You shoot him a small smile and swiftly pivot and speed for an exit this time with a small "Have a nice day. Thank you."

As you finally reach your seat, you look down at the ticket and card he gave you. Huh? The tickets are much cheaper than you expected. Maybe you'd have to come back again sooner (and you suppose the cute workers aren't any deterrent). You place the ticket on the arm rest and your attention is drawn straight to the card he also placed in your hand. This must be what you unknowingly agreed to. You shake your head, cursing (and praising) your mindless state earlier as you look at the month long cinema pass lying in your hands. Well maybe you would have an excuse to come back soon after all.

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Logan stares at the man opposite him, gently tapping on the counter. The American had never acutely noticed just how non-existent his love life truly is. Well, until he met you, now he finds that every moment when you weren't blessing his shifts to be dull and in his books, futile.

Oscar's words cut through his thoughts. "Well, I think you can try and make it more obvious? I've heard some people give discounts to the customers they really like. Maybe you can try doing that?"

Logan looks down and blushes. "I uh... I've already given her a staff discount." Oscar lets out a slow exhale. "Damn... you never-" "Yeah I know." Logan has only just accepted that he has feelings for the Y/H/C girl, let alone broken work policy... Himself a few weeks ago would have gone into cardiac arrest at just the thought.

"Damn, you must be whipped." Oscar's laugh at the end makes Logan break into his own set of laughter. “Well, no…” Oscar reaches for a roll from the floor to ceiling cupboard and pivots with a ‘Hearty Italian’ roll in his hand whilst simultaneously raising an eyebrow at the blonde man, making Logan laugh in resignation. “Yeah, something like that." The Aussie grins at his friend's newfound carefree nature. It has been a long time since Oscar has seen Logan this happy and the two of them have known each other a very long time. Oscar slices the sub as Logan begins his soliloquy.

“But you don't get it, Osc. She’s just… I’ve never seen such a gorgeous woman before . I mean the other day I told her a joke and she actually laughed.” Oscar smiles and mutters “no way” in the same manner in which you’d speak to a child. “And when she laughed I swear it was a taste of what heaven is like!” Oscar hums in acknowledgment as he mindlessly flicks a handful of ham slices onto the bread. “And last week, she bought some popcorn, which I couldn't charge her for of course, but she had both caramel and butter together. I’ve never met anyone else that does that!” Logan releases a dreamy sigh as Oscar opens the large toaster door and slides the roll in.”She’s perfect Osc. I think we were made to be together.”

"Well," the Aussie begins whilst turning round and getting the sandwich from the toaster. "I say if she comes back then you shoot your shot. I mean who was it that was complaining the other week about their 'truly abysmal love life' ?" Logan looks down and chuckles. "Yeah man I mean it still is that bad but..." Oscar smiles in acknowledgement, he has his own struggling love life and completely understands Logan's dilemma.

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You sigh as you fall back on the sofa. “So let me get this straight. You decided that the best course of action was to just go to his work several several times a week.” You turn and squint your eyes at your best friend's words. “Well no but…” She rolls her eyes at you. “But what Y/N/N? Because it sounds an awful lot like you're just trying to deny your feelings for him but still seeking out his company if it's for a few moments.”

You stay silent as you ponder her words. “I'm just worried about you getting hurt from this. I mean he's probably not even that cute.” You shake your head at her. “Oh no, he really is.” She tilts her head with a questioning look. “It's just… He's so sweet. He always helps the elderly customers and is such a gentleman. Oh and don't get me started on how good he looks. I mean his eyes are such a gorgeous, enigmatic mix. And Oh those arms. You should see them when they fle-”

“Oookay. I get it Juliet.” You sigh in longing at just the thought of Logan. “We will put a pin in that for later because there is a lot to unpack there.” You give her a tight-lipped, thankful grin. “So, moving on, did you hear what happened to Melanie last week?” You try to push the thought of your favourite American to the back of your mind as you focus on the latest gossip of your friend. Besides, lack of boy talk should do you some good for once.

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Oscar slides the signature sub across the counter. "Thanks, mate." Logan smiles and unwraps the warm sandwich and takes a bite. Logan groans at the familiar taste. "Damn it's not that wonderful mate." Logan shakes his head at Oscar's words. And looks around quickly, piquing Oscar's interest. The older of the two leans forward and speaks in a hushed whisper. "I came in last week and that new employee made my sandwich...." Logan pulls a face that can only be described as depicting pure, unadulterated disgust. Oscar only laughs in response. "It's not funny mate, I didn't know a sandwich could taste that horrible and I have the simplest thing ever!" Oscar shakes his head and sports a distasteful expression at just the thought of his co-worker. But doesnt make any effort to hide the expression as he begins to speak. "Yeah well, at least you have a good meal now." Logan tilts his head "Yeah I guess so." He glances at the clock and curses. "I'm going to be late! Thanks Osc, catch you later." Logan scrambles out of the food court towards the escalator and Oscar is left in historical laughter at his best friend's frenzied, pining state.

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When Saturday roles around, you decide that unsurprisingly, you are going to visit the mall you have found yourself frequenting recently. Surprisingly though, you walk through the doors with good, honest intentions today. You have a film in mind that you are desperate to see and you take a small amount of pride in the fact that you are visiting for the cinema’s true purpose rather than going just to ogle the cute American behind the counter. Over the past few weeks, you have seen a multitude of reruns of old, black and white films, only shown a handful of times all the way to new kids films just as an excuse to visit your favourite worker (not that you'd ever admit that of course).

However, as you approach the counter, eyes scanning all of the workers' space, you can’t seem to find Logan. Instead, you are met by the sight of a slightly older, quite attractive, blonde man (that is unsurprisingly very much taken as you gather from the shiny gold band on his weathered hand). As if he notices your wandering eyes, he asks “Anything wrong love?” Your eyes snap to meet his. “Sorry?” He gives you a friendly smile, “You just look quite distracted, that’s all.” You shake your head. “Sorry I just…” the words seem embarrassing now that you think of them. Oh yeah, sorry sir I only visit because I’ve got a massive crush on one of the workers here and I’m just really upset that you aren't him.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts and address the man - a quick glance down at his name badge informs you that he is Jenson, a senior manager at the cinema. You nearly grin at the sweet badges pinned to his landward, hanging next to the badge; a multitude of film quote badges and oddly a few bakery item pins? How random. You focus your attention back on the man. “Can I have one ticket to go and see ‘Challengers’ please?” Jenson nods and types on the digital keypad in front of him. You reach down and rummage around in your bag to try and find the cinema card (and your payment card of course). When your fingers find the edge of the cards, you pull them out and hold the cards stationary in the air, level with the worker’s screen. “I have this cinema card that you can scan.” Jenson’s eyes widen, he gives you a quick look over before his mouth splits into a toothy grin. “Ah!” is all he says before he gently takes the cards and swipes them one after another in the card slot.

His expression makes you feel as if you’ve been left out of something important but you don’t have much time to linger on the thought before Jenson is walking away from where he stood with a small promise that he’ll return shortly. You rock backwards on the balls of your feet in suspense, maybe the card didn’t work? You look around, a small part of you is hoping to somehow catch a glimpse of your newfound crush but to no avail. The mechanical sound of tickets being printed breaks you from your scanning of the lobby. Jenson places the tickets and the two cards back in your hand. Yet surprisingly, he also slides a large bag of popcorn in your direction. You give him a questioning glance. Was this yet another thing you’d managed to agree to buy without realising? Jenson only gives you another of those wide smiles before answering “He talks about you a lot. And you're the only one to have bought one of these cards. Well, unless you’re Bertie but you certainly don’t look 80 years old.”

His words make you blush and huff out a small laugh. You pocket your cards, grab the bag of popcorn and walk away muttering a small thanks. You find your seat, mind whirring over what is left in front of you. On your left armrest is a bag of caramel and butter popcorn, paired with the memory of Jenson’s words. “He spoke about you” Your cheeks warm at the thought of Logan possibly reciprocating your feelings. And then you fully settle into your seat, prepared to finally focus on the screen, you can’t help but notice that the price on the ticket is higher than usual… How odd…

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Meanwhile, Logan's phone:

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Logansargeant

Logansargeant: A nice weekend off for once

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Oscarpiatri: mate you ditched me for a golf weekend?

↳Logansargeant: Sorry Osc, I just needed to get my thoughts together

↳Osarpiastri: ooh. Is this about **********

↳Logansargeant: Shush mate, you can make it less obvious.

↳Alexalbon: Oooh who or what is **********?!?🤨

↳Oscarpiastri: 🤐 i’m afraid i’m sworn to secrecy

↳Alexalbon: Booo. You’re no fun

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For the entirety of the day, Logan has been staring at the door each time it opens. At every worship of the automatic doors on the carpet, his head whips up, hoping to find you there, only to be met with a gaggle of 40 year old women or a party of school children. Logan isn't even afraid to admit the reason behind his peculiar behaviour. He has missed his “staring at Y/N time” as Oscar has so fondly nicknamed it.

After the text he received from Jenson, he can't help but feel a buzz of hope linger in his stomach. He's seen you many times before but the fact that you're coming even when he's not here and possibly looking for him (Jenson's words, not his)? Just the thought makes Logan grin. He already had today planned out in his head. You'd walk through those doors with your regular smile and come up to the counter. You’d then ask to see another random film that was showing at a later point today. He’d flash you a smile and when you’d go to pay, he’d stop you and insist that it was his duty to pay for a woman, especially on the first date. You’d be left in wordless awe and would beg him to let you repay him to which he’d only respond by swooping you into an eager ki-. His daydream is interrupted by soft coughing.

His head whips up only to be met with the familiar shade of your eyes which had plagued his dreams for many nights. You give him a soft smile and all of Logan’s previous “plan” exits his mind as he just gets lost in your eyes. He smiles back at you and lets out a breathy “Hi…” Your grin widens. “Hi Logan, how are you today?” Gosh even you just saying his name makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. He readily answers your question and the two of you fall into eager small talk.

It almost hurts you to have to pull out of the conversation but you find yourself needing a distraction from the cute Yank on the other side of the counter. “So do you have any new film recommendations today?” Logan lets out a contemplative hum. “None that you haven't already seen.” You visibly deflate at his words. In the past, you have always been very strategic with when you visit and planned trips when there were new films showing.

However today you didn't look as if you were too wrapped up with just the thought of seeing Logan again. “Oh…” You let out an awkward laugh. “Well I guess you've turned me into a cinephile then.” You inwardly slap yourself at your words. Genius. You've all but outed your crush for him, you might as well get on one knee and start spouting sonnets. Logan's cheeks warm and he gains composure before he responds. “Is there, uh, anything else you can do near here? Go to the record store? He'll, my boss, know a killer bakery that he used to work at if you ever want any recommendations!” You almost feel like spilling your guts to Logan and revealing the true intention of your visits. “Well… In all honesty I've never really explored the rest of the mall, I've mainly stuck to the cinema.”

Logan perks up at your words. This could be his chance. He rubs his shiny palms on his trousers and shakily responds. “Well… I could show you around later if you'd like that?”

You fight the urge to start grinning like a lovesick fool. “I think I'd really quite like that.” Logan's mouth turns into an uncontrollable toothy grin as he laughs in surprise. “Great. Yeah. Amazing. I can't wait!” You giggle at his cute rambling. “What time do you get off?”

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The two of you sit in content silence. “This was great.” You eagerly nod at the man sitting opposite you as you take another scoop of your plain froyo. “It was truly amazing. Thank you and I hope we can do it again.” He smiles softly at you (despite how often he's done it throughout the evening, you still feel butterflies erupt in your stomach). He replies softly. “I'd love that.” He waves to one of the supervisors (who is involved in a conversation with clearly too much sexual tension with a curly haired man, clearly another supervisor if the badge was anything to look at). She catches Logan's eyeline and nods. After the two of you have paid (Logan insisted that it was his duty to pay) and left the restaurant, you walk around arm in arm with the man with a new found confidence.

“So where to next time? Is it a bit too on the nose to suggest a movie date next time?” Logan laughs breathily as he pulls you into his side. “Sweetheart, I think you've seen enough films to last you a lifetime.”

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Jenson watches as his favourite worker leans over the counter with a wide grin on his face. He thinks back to a similar time when him and his partner were also like that. As you quickly lean in to peck Logan's nose, the older man can't help but feel a sense of pride for the man almost like his son and a sense of joy for your blossoming relationship; which very clearly is the best thing for the both of you.

Logan glances up at the clock every few minutes. His eagerness to clock off makes you giggle. “What's got you so tense?” His face softens. “Sorry. I just really want to take my gorgeous girlfriend to this new shop that's just opened up.” You fight the urge to blush and instead just tilt your head playfully. “Really? What does she look like, maybe I've seen her before.” You glance around and consequently don't notice Logan scrambling over the counter and engulfing you in a large embrace. “Hmmm… I think I've found her.” Your protests get lost in the laughter as the two of you each off, Logan's shift finally at its end.

Jenson watches the two of you exit the building, arm in arm with lovestruck expressions on your faces. Gosh, you were adorable. And gosh he was going to have to do Logan's job and refill the slushy machine…for the third time this week.

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Yourusername

Yourusername: Guys, I have to finally come out and admit it, this is the “view” I went to the cinema for.

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Yourbestfriend: 😐Simp😐 Also Logan I am out for your blood

↳Logansargeant: What. Why!?!

↳Yourbestfriend: You took my wife from me😫

↳Logansargeant: My wife now (soon)🙂

↳Yourusername: Awww Lo, Ilysm❤❤

Logansargeant: Who is that handsome man?

↳Yourusername: He has a gf, sorry :/

↳Logansargeant: Is his girlfriend single because she is gorgeous?😍😍😍

↳Yourusername: Depends on who's asking🤨

Alexalbon: Awww! So cute to see you together after Logan spent weekends raving about you

↳Logansargeant: Nuh uh

↳Oscarpiastri: fym nuh uh?

↳Yourusername: Aww Lo. You raved about me?

↳Logansargeant: Of course baby how could I not💙

↳Yourusername: You're adorable

↳Oscarpiastri: 😐🤮

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Logansargeant

Logansargeant: Finally made me change my ways (also if you see this and you're Jenson then we aren't breaking any cinema policies and see you on Monday)!!!

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Yourusername: Oh my gosh that photo of us outside the cinema turned out so cute❤❤

↳Logansargeant: Only because you're in it💙

↳Yourusername: Charmer…

↳Logansargeant: What can I say? It's the only thing to do when you have such a gorgeous girlfriend😉

↳Yourusername: Lo stop. I'm actually giggling and blushing rn wtf

Oscarpiatri: is this what you do on company time now

↳Logansargeant: I'm afraid so Osc

↳Oscarpiastri: does this mean you'll put a staff discount on my tickets now, finally

↳Logansargeant: Sorry Osc, I don't think I'm allowed

↳Oscarpiastri: oh but your gf has been getting it since before you even started dating!?!?!

↳Yourusername: Awww Lo, really? That's so sweet (and explains the cheap tickets now)

↳Logansargeant: What can I say babe? I've been whipped from the start

Jensonbutton: I suppose I can Ignore the fact that you had your phone out in the cinema room just this once.

↳Logansargeant: And this is why you ate my favourite boss!

↳Jensonbutton: You only have one boss…

↳Logansargeant: So you truly are the best!

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aerithisms · 7 months ago

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i think my problem with this dw season arc accusing the audience of fanbrain for theorising about ruby is that it both feels deceitful and isn't actually that compelling from a character perspective. the season goes out of its way to build up supernatural mystery around ruby and even invokes susan more heavily than ever before in a way that is deliberately trying to get the audience to make those connections. and then it turns around and says you stupid idiot why would you ever try to connect these dots i have deliberately tried to get you to connect.

building up a mystery only for the character to be ordinary is an impossible girl arc redux only this time accusing the viewer of failing to see the humanity of the companion, whereas the impossible girl arc was turning that accusation on the doctor. 7b didn't really blame the audience for viewing clara as a puzzle and in fact several times spells out the fact that clara is perfectly ordinary before the big reveal to give the audience a chance to catch on. as 7b goes on, instead of laying the mystery on thicker, the audience just gets more and more affirmations that clara is a normal human being (rings of akhaten, journey to the centre of the tardis, hide). i found this approach compelling because it was rooted in character, focusing on the doctor's disconnection from humanity/the gendered dynamic of a man treating a woman as his manic pixie mystery to pull him out of grief. s14's meta approach of accusing the viewer feels both unfair, given it has deliberately led the viewer towards theorising, and personally less compelling to me because it wasn't tied into character in any way.

the thing about rey's parentage in tlj is that the reason rian johnson chose to go for that reveal was that it was the only answer that was interesting. none of the theories - rey is a skywalker, rey is a kenobi, and even the eventually canonical rey is a palpatine - were interesting or satisfying because they brought nothing compelling to the table for the story being told. the only satisfaction to be gained from those answers was a fanbrained "omg rey is important because she's related to that guy from the other movie." on top of that, rey desperately wants her parents to have been important, to give her life and her abandonment some kind of significance. so them being ordinary provided the most compelling trajectory for her character because it was the thing she least wanted to hear. it forced her to do the most introspection and growth, as well as tying into the film's themes about the capacity of ordinary people to be special. it wasn't just a choice made to "gotcha" the viewer, it was rooted in character.

i don't think ruby's mother being ordinary accomplishes the same thing. by invoking susan, s14 is engaging with the most egregious example of the doctor's streak of abandonment, which has potential to be very compelling in relation to ruby (and now also the doctor's) own abandonment issues. theories that ruby might be susan, or be somehow related to susan, or somehow related to the doctor, weren't just fanbrained "omg she's related to that guy i know from the classic series." they were theories genuinely rooted in character and the potential to explore both the doctor and ruby's issues with abandonment. and this is something the show willingly led fans towards by invoking susan so much in the first place. so for the show to turn around and act like they were shallow out of nowhere ideas when they were not shallow and were based on potential character conflicts the show itself deliberately invoked, feels misguided.

as well as that, ruby's mother being ordinary does not require that same growth from ruby as it did for rey because it is exactly what ruby wanted to hear. she never wanted her mother to be important, she just wanted to know who her mother was and have a connection with her. so finding out she was a normal woman who still loves her and wants to be a part of her life is everything she's ever wanted. it doesn't introduce interesting conflict for her the way rey's parents being ordinary did for her, because they were written as different characters with different hangups over their abandonment.

tl;dr i don't necessarily dislike ruby's mother being ordinary as an idea but compared to the things it was inspired by - 7b and star wars - it is not nearly as compelling in terms of how it relates to the characters or themes. and the meta angle, while conceptually interesting, doesn't quite work for me because it feels a little manipulative of the audience.

#blahs #dw #dw spoilers #like to be clear i'm not necessarily saying ruby's mother SHOULD have turned out to be susan #i'm saying that if it was always going to be an ordinary woman then rtd should've constructed a better arc around that #bc for the one he did write it's not that compelling of an answer. it doesn't really move anyone forward except maybe the doctor himself #bc the doctor is now sad that ruby has what he can never find #like yeah okay that's interesting... next season. and for the doctor. but not really for ruby!! and not for s14 as a whole!!#and like pulling the rug out of a mystery like this is something moffat also did a lot #like invoking the name of the doctor only to not reveal it or teasing the hybrid as a big alien villain only for it to be twelveclara #but the thing about those is that moffat never makes the answer that he rejects genuinely compelling #like he rejects learning the doctor's name bc there is nothing compelling about knowing it and he never tries to make you think there is #he rejects the hybrid as a warrior alien bc there's nothing compelling about that and he doesn't try to make you think there is #i feel subversive moffat mysteries are always leading you towards why the answer he gives you is the most compelling one #which i don't think s14 accomplishes. instead it's like haha! tricked you! your genuinely interesting theories are silly and dumb!#idk. i see the vision but i don't think it was handled with a deft hand so it ended up kind of a mess that didn't land imo

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kisskissbanggang · 1 month ago

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Trick or Treat! Going to a party on Halloween with Hyunjin, maybe a little smutty, semi public? An idea ya know :) 🧡

(a super duper overdue)

TRICK OR TREAT

((OH MY GOD I'm so so late posting this but I loved this prompt so much that I couldn't not 😭🧡 sorry it's a little long but I adore it so much omg, he's so much fun to write for 🥰 I hope you enjoy!!))

[Hyunjin x F!Reader - NSFW/Smut - Public, Semi-Public, Teasing, FWB, Inappropriate Touching, Dry Sex, Ill-Advised Lap Sitting, Stuck Sex, First Kisses, Idiots in Love, Catching Feelings, House Parties, Mistaken Identities, Masks]

This was your date, right? It'd be really awkward to be sitting on someone's lap and have it not be your date. You scanned the party, hoping to catch sight of Hyunjin, because if anyone could subtly help you out in this awkward situation, it'd be him. Hyunjin was one of your closest friends... Even if things were a little weird between you lately.

It wasn't even like you'd fooled around. Not really. The first time you'd ever done anything together, it had been a total accident, you swear. You were on a double date with Hyunjin and running late to a movie. In the darkness, it was hard to tell exactly how everyone had stumbled into their seats. It was reckless, yeah, and maybe a bit inappropriate, but you loved how your date held your hand so forwardly. Poor excuse for your next move, but you had decided to be bold yourself and trace your fingers along the inner seam of his jeans, teasing him throughout the entire movie. It wasn't until afterwards when your date asked if you were upset with him that you realized anything was wrong. When you asked him why he wanted to know, you were mortified when he told you that you hadn't held his hand during the movie at all. Unsurprisingly, neither of you had a second date after that.

Somehow, the next time you did anything with Hyunjin was worse. Like, much worse. You and Hyunjin already weren't talking about the double date fiasco, and this was only going to make that fact funnier. On a late summer night, you got a text from Hyunjin, pleading you to come over and help him. You had dropped what you were doing and rushed over to his place.

"What's wrong?" you'd worriedly asked once you arrived.

"It's my ex! I told her she can't come over because I have a girl over."

"... And that won't stop her?"

Hyunjin had sighed into his hands. "I never changed my keypad combo. I need you to answer the door when she comes."

"Hyunjin... she's met me."

Your friend had kicked his couch in exasperation, the piece of furniture squeaking in protest, and understandably stubbed his toe in the process. However, Hyunjin stopped cursing over his toe and looked at the couch, processing an idea.

"Get in the bedroom," he'd ushered you.

"What?!"

"You don't have to actually do anything! Just, if she lets herself in and hears us pretending to hook up, she'll have to leave."

There was no excuse for this, but at the time it had sounded stupid enough to work. You and Hyunjin sat on his bed with the door to his room closed.

"You're not allowed to kiss me," you'd mandated.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose at you. "I didn't realize that'd be a concern of yours."

You both waited awkwardly until there was a soft knock at the front door, at which time you and Hyunjin immediately set about your ridiculous plan. On his knees so he could make the bed squeak as loudly as possible, Hyunjin admittedly looked a little hot while he rocked into the bed and pretended to moan. You must've looked equally hilarious, though, sitting cross-legged on the bed and boredly moaning as well. This was even sort of fun, until the front door opened. Even though this was precisely why Hyunjin took the plan this far, it still terrified you that his possessive ex could be this forthright. You and Hyunjin had exchanged horrified glances and pretended to moan even louder, rocking his bed into the wall.

And then it got worse. Hyunjin's ex had cursed, whining that he was only pretending to have a girl over. Even though he was, neither of you wanted to know what the consequences of her finding that out would be. Thinking fast, you'd lifted your dress around your hips and pulled Hyunjin between your legs, now plainly simulating dry sex in Hyunjin's bed. You'd buried your face in his neck, trying to hide your identity, when Hyunjin's ex swung open the door. She'd shrieked and shielded her eyes before cursing at Hyunjin and promptly running out the door. When Hyunjin finally stopped pretending to thrust against you, you'd woefully taken clear notice of the bulge in his jeans. Sitting up revealed, to your mortification, that you were soaked. Hyunjin's face had been flushed, on the verge of breaking a sweat when he quickly adjusted his jeans and briskly thanked you. Now this was another thing both of you refused to talk about.

Which led to tonight. Only a couple months after the ex-girlfriend plot and almost half a year after the movie theater debacle, you and Hyunjin were still great friends who never, ever discussed what was going on between you two, because there was actually nothing going on to discuss. Which was good because you were supposed to meet up with his friend Changbin for a casual date at Halloween party they were invited to.

The thing you weren't expecting, however, was not seeing Hyunjin downstairs at the lobby like you'd planned. Hyunjin's friend, Felix, was friendly as always when he let you into his apartment, but he did tell you that he wasn't sure where Hyunjin was as well. This was odd, given that Felix didn't exactly have a big apartment and you didn't exactly show up when everyone else did. There was only a handful of people in the modest apartment. The small kitchen and tiny balcony didn't reveal Hyunjin, nor did the living room when you checked again before sitting on Felix's small couch next to a grim reaper mannequin. You tried shouldering the mannequin aside, attempting to get some personal space, but found the decoration surprisingly heavy. When you tried again, the mannequin grabbed your hand, making you shriek. The decorative grim reaper laughed brightly, its shoulders shaking before slipping off its mask, revealing Changbin's fluffy curls that he shook out of his eyes. He pulled his fogged-up glasses off of his nose so he could wipe them off with his cloak.

This was a relief, if anything. Meeting up with Changbin was the whole point of the night to begin with. You chatted and flirted on the couch as more guests filtered into the party, but still no sign of Hyunjin. Concern began to seep into the corners of your mind, a nagging thought persisting that maybe something had happened to him. You excused yourself, grabbing a drink from the impressive spread laid out in the crowded apartment. Barring the whole Hyunjin-being-missing thing, this was an incredible time. Changbin was so hot and nice, and you were easily winding each other up. The first time Changbin worked up the nerve to put his hand on your knee, you almost burst. There was already discussion of whose place you were heading after the party, yours or his. This meant that Hyunjin had to hurry his ass up and show his face at this party, or you were going to be distracted worrying about him all night.

Your nerves calmed down a little when you walked back to the couch. Changbin had his mask back on and was scrolling through his phone, and you decided to be bold and sit down on his lap. The couch was crowded, after all. You serenely cuddled like this, people-watching at the party, and even getting a little excited when you noticed Changbin was getting a bit hard where you were seated on his lap.

Except that was when Changbin emerged from the kitchen, cocktail in one hand and mask in another. Frankly, you could've pissed yourself, your guts clenched so hard. Who the hell were you sitting on?!

Your answer came when the grim reaper you were sitting on pulled his mask off, revealing Hyunjin brushing his fingers back through his shaggy hair. That gut-clenching feeling grew worse. You stared, gobsmacked, as Hyunjin laughed, oblivious to your distress and Changbin's confusion.

"Hey!" Hyunjin giggled, "you got the same mask!"

Changbin attempted to diplomatically chuckle. "Uh, heh, yeah. You texted me that pic of it!"

"I meant it as inspo!" howled Hyunjin, his shoulders shaking. His hips shifting under you reminded you of how hard he had been getting. You whipped your head in his direction.

"Can I talk to you?" you half-asked, half-demanded.

Hyunjin looked confused when you grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out to the tiny balcony, where poor Felix had apparently stored all his extra crap for the duration of the party. You were shoved in between a stack of plastic storage totes and a small washer/dryer, chest to chest with Hyunjin. Good thing for the proximity, too, because it reminded you not to yell at him and draw more attention to yourselves.

"I was going to ask you," Hyunjin nonchalantly began, "where were you?"

"Where was I?!" you whisper-shrieked at him. "I've been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes! Thank god Changbin was here already or--"

"Yeah! I saw that," your friend noted brightly, almost making you go ballistic in the process. "How was that going?"

"It was going great until, you know, until I was sitting on your lap instead of his!"

"That was crazy," Hyunjin agreed. "I can't believe you didn't even check to see if it was me."

"I wasn't trying to sit on your lap! I was--ugh, just forget it!"

Hyunjin gazed at you curiously as you tried to shove yourself away from him and leave the balcony... until you realized you couldn't. The two of you were wedged. Now Hyunjin got a bit more distressed with you.

"Was this on purpose?" you badgered him. "Things have been weird between us and now that I'm getting with one of your friends, you want me all to yourself?"

"Weird? What's weird?" Hyunjin argued, trying to push you out and away from him. "Things are weird because you keep on throwing yourself at me! Do you want Changbin or not?"

"Throwing myself at you?!" you blustered. "Who was the one who invited me over and dry-fucked me to scare off their ex?!"

"Who was the one who felt me up during a whole movie and pretended like nothing happened after?!" Hyunjin argued back.

You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked it up when you found that it was restricting the use of your legs. This didn't remotely work, instead only pressing you hip to hip with Hyunjin, separated now by only your panties and his jeans. He blushed hard when he realized the same thing you did. You rolled your eyes. "Look, you're even hard for me again. All I did was sit on your lap."

Hyunjin looked anywhere but at you, an easy task given the darkness of the balcony. In fact, someone had pulled the curtain in front of the screen door closed in the apartment, making it impossible for any of the partygoers to see what was going on outside and cutting out most of the auxiliary light.

"Fine," Hyunjin grumbled, "you're right. I'm sorry. You just... look really good tonight."

Begrudgingly, you looked up at your friend. "... Yeah?"

"... Yeah," he curtly nodded.

The ensuing kiss felt like it lacked impetus but also like it'd been there all along. Both of you had been hurtling towards this kiss for months now, maybe even going back to when you first met. And, now that you finally crossed first base (after skipping it and going to second), it felt like you were making up for lost time. There'd never been an opportunity to really notice how big Hyunjin's hands were, and now they were all over you, everywhere he could reach where you were wedged up against each other. You were nearly light-headed when you noticed his long fingers expertly navigating the close quarters to pull your panties aside, and you suddenly came back to your senses.

"Right here?" you wheezed, half-heartedly putting your hand on his arm.

"Can we?" Hyunjin pleaded, equally needy and hoarse. "We already halfway did it a couple months ago."

You thought about this, only as critically as Hyunjin's lips on your neck could allow, and you quickly nodded your agreement. Swiftly, you could feel the warmth of Hyunjin's hardness between your legs, contrasting amazingly with the cool night air. This was just like back on Hyunjin's bed, only a million times better now that everything seemed to be clearly laid out between you. You were embarrassed to think you'd refused to let yourself acknowledge how long you'd wanted Hyunjin, and you suspected he felt the same. He was indecipherable in the moment. His thrusts were haphazard and rough, but he kissed you tenderly whenever his lips caught yours. Stunningly, he'd even begun to work up a sweat, which you found confoundingly hot. Hyunjin was in a rush to take his time with you. Whether you did it for 5 minutes or 30, you had no idea, but your climax almost snuck up on you, it came so easily.

"Hyunjin," you whimpered, "I'm gonna--"

"Shh, not so loud," he warned, even through his tensed jaw, his scrunched eyes betraying how close he also was. "Hold onto me, okay?"

You and Hyunjin clutched onto each other, your nails digging into his biceps and his hands grabbing onto your hips in a vice as you collectively gasped and sighed and cursed through your combined peaks.

Spots and stars clouded your vision for a minute while you and Hyunjin caught your breath. Things threatened to turn awkward, but you refused to let it. You and Hyunjin were still close. Now you were even closer. You just had to know where you were headed next.

"So..." Hyunjin panted. "Do we sneak out or do I talk to Changbin?"

You grinned up at Hyunjin, brushing your fingers through his hair. "I think we find a way to get off this balcony first."

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lovelyhan · 2 years ago

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— inflection point ⟢

pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

word count: 6.3k words

tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

notes: this fic comes in three parts this time! honestly, i loved writing this so so much... not a lot to take note of except: i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing this EHE

part one - part two - part three | masterlist

“So how did you meet your boyfriends again?”

Soonyoung was the number one source for gossip during your college years, so it comes as no surprise when he finally slides the question on the table. On the other hand, the remaining member of your unbreakable trio shakes his head with a sigh.

“Don’t you think ‘hello, how are you’ is a more appropriate way to greet people?” Jihoon chides him before plucking the menu out of Soonyoung’s hands. “Sorry about that. He couldn’t shut up about it on the way here when I told him you’re dating again.”

“And not just one person, but two!” Soonyoung sighs dreamily, and the waiter who came by to serve your table some water looks at him funny. “Seriously? What kind of black magic is at play here? I can’t even get the cutie I’ve been eyeing at the gym to look at me!”

“Maybe that’s because he’s freaked out?” Jihoon scoffs. “You stare at him all the time while he’s doing his bench presses. Even I’d be scared shitless.”

Soonyoung dismisses Jihoon’s concerns about his questionable behavior with a wave of his hand—resting his face in his palms as he places his elbows on the table. He doesn’t have to speak to let you know that he wants you to spill every detail, so with a deep breath, you open your mouth to finally explain.

However, in the corner of your eye, you notice your phone light up with a text notification.

insufferable piece of shit [08:25 P.M]: Jeonghan told me to pick you up at 11 for movie night. Don’t be late.

Suppressing the urge to put the device on airplane mode, you muster up a sweet smile for your friends to see.

“It’s a bit…complicated.”

Soonyoung and Jihoon have been your best friends since freshman year. Even after graduating and pursuing different careers, the three of you never put it past the other to show up during these monthly nights out.

It’s no different now, as you tell them about how exactly you got into a relationship between your boss and long-time crush, Jeonghan, and his boyfriend, Seungcheol. After all, they knew everything about you.

Well, almost everything.

“Is that one of your guys?” Soonyoung slurs into your ear as you help him out of the restaurant—having had one glass of wine too many. “He kinda looks like Jihoon.”

“That is Jihoon, idiot,” you chuckle, watching your other friend flag down a cab so he could take Soonyoung safely back to their apartment. “My…uh, ride’s just around the corner though.”

Soonyoung practically whines. “I wanna meet them! Do I get to meet them? Just need to make sure they’re treating you right.”

You shake your head at how obtuse he’s being, but knowing that Soonyoung still looks out for you even in that state of inebriation warms your heart a little. “Hannie said he was feeling a little tired after work, so…Cheol’s the one who’s picking me up.”

“Aww! You have cute little nicknames for them, too.” Soonyoung lets out another withering sigh, forcing you to balance his weight more evenly, lest you want him to plummet face-first into the pavement. “Okay. I’m convinced. You have crazy high standards, anyway. Just promise me that we’ll be the first ones invited to the wedding?”

The mere idea makes your heart leap and twist simultaneously—unsure of how to react.

“Sure thing,” you offer instead, and if Soonyoung had been more sober, he would’ve sensed the hesitation in your voice in a heartbeat.

As expected, a familiar black Santa Fe pulls over by the corner avenue a few moments later, but instead of anticipation, all you feel is two parts annoyance and one part dread.

You will never let him hear the end of it if he acts up in front of your friends—the same friends who you fed complete bullshit about what a kind, loving, and affectionate boyfriend Choi Seungcheol is.

When the man in question gets out of the car after turning on the hazard lights, however, it’s like you’re faced with a completely different person.

“Hey, baby,” Seungcheol says with a small grin, as if he’s actually happy to see you. “Whoa, that guy’s wasted wasted.”

Jihoon, who finally managed to get a taxi rushes back to your side, taking Soonyoung out of your grasp as he acknowledges your ‘boyfriend’ with a polite nod. “Sorry, he’s always been a lightweight. My name’s Jihoon, and this guy is Soonyoung, by the way. The three of us have been friends since college.”

“Yep, she’s told us all about you.” He nods. “You’re her two closest friends, after all.”

“Bunch of besties,” Soonyoung giggles before leaning forward a little to scrutinize the newcomer. “Oh, no. Your boyfriend’s hot. Now I’m dying to see the other one!”

“What can I say? She has good taste,” Seungcheol laughs, low and steady before you feel one of his toned arms circling your waist. “Don’t you, baby?”

It takes every ounce of willpower not to recoil from his touch.

Focus. Just a few more minutes and this will all be over.

Still, a petty part of you doesn’t want Seungcheol to gain the upper hand by flustering you on purpose. You just know this asshole is convinced he’s going to get the last laugh. So, you turn to him with a smile that’s too wide to be genuine before standing on the tips of your toes—pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

The startled look that crosses his gaze as you pull away with a smirk is just the ego boost you needed.

“That, I do.”

…

“I’m just saying you could’ve driven back here without acting like you’re in a chase scene for some action movie, asshole!”

“Jeonghan was already half-asleep when I left. He wanted to at least see you first before clocking out for the night. You know, this wouldn’t have been an issue if you just canceled on—”

“Seungcheol, shut the fuck up. I told you I already made plans with them in advance!”

“You know Han has been looking forward to this all week.”

“And you know I tried to make a compromise to please both my boyfriends and best friends!”

“Well, you didn’t try hard enough.”

If you weren’t as tired as you are now, you would’ve been rational—taking one of your many arguments with Seungcheol inside the house instead of shouting out in the open in the dead of night. But this guy just hasn’t given you a second of peace.

The moment you climbed into the passenger seat of his car and parted ways with Jihoon and Soonyoung, the loving boyfriend façade was tossed to the side. He was back to chewing you out as if you’re the source of all the world’s anomalies before you knew it.

“Seungcheol, I’m just as tired as you are.” There. You’re raising the white flag of surrender. You just hope to God he won’t find anything else to harp on about in the next five seconds. “Can we do a ceasefire just until I say good night to Jeonghan?”

“Hm? What ceasefire?”

You practically felt both yourself and Seungcheol freeze up at the sound of that soft, familiar voice. At the steps leading to the front porch, you see Jeonghan shuffling towards you with a Seven-Eleven plastic bag hanging from his fingers.

Curiosity eclipses the sleepiness in his eyes at the sight of you and Seungcheol, and you try not to think about how adorable he looks wearing those My Melody pajamas for a quick convenience store run.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Seungcheol immediately replies, repeating the same gesture that ticked you off earlier today. This time, when you feel his arm around your waist, you play along without a word. “We’re just arguing about who’s going to prepare the snacks and wash the dishes for movie night.”

“What about you, Hannie?” you wonder, resting your hand atop Seungcheol’s even if it does nothing but repulse you. “Cheol told me you were half-asleep when he came to pick me up.”

Jeonghan merely smiles, the angel that he is. “I noticed that we were out of your favorite tea leaves, and figured you’d want to have a cup after wine night. There wasn’t any toothpaste left in the medicine cabinet either, so…”

God. At times like this, it’s so difficult to think that this same guy is your boss.

About fifteen minutes later, you’re sprawled in between your two boyfriends on their beloved cloud couch—watching a true crime documentary that Jeonghan’s secretary recommended to him. You all watch it in diligent silence, and you quietly celebrate the fact that you’re finally afforded some peace of mind now that Jeonghan is here.

He’s the only person in the world who can keep you and Seungcheol from tearing each other’s throats out with his mere presence alone. But it’s not like he knows about the back-and-forth hostility you’ve shared with Seungcheol since becoming part of their relationship a month ago.

Honestly? You’d prefer if Jeonghan never found out.

“Are you staying over?”

That’s the first thing Seungcheol asks once he finishes carrying a dozing Jeonghan back to their bedroom. You’re in the middle of brewing yourself some tea with the leaves Jeonghan personally got for you, and you respond with a shake of your head.

“He dealt with a lot of shit from the higher ups today,” you explain as you pour your drink into a dainty teacup from their cupboard. “Don’t want to take up the bed space he direly needs.”

Seungcheol doesn’t respond for so long that you think he already fucked off back to their bedroom. But when you feel him come up from behind you with his own cup in hand, you nearly drop the pot in surprise.

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that, you prick.” You glare at him before putting some space between the both of you.

Seungcheol merely rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to drink some tea. Unless you’re against sharing some with me?”

“I’m already sharing the love of my life with you. Might as well do the same with my stupid tea, right?”

He sighs, handing you his cup. “Stop being dramatic and just pour me some already.”

Despite your history having heavily influenced the way you and Seungcheol act around each other, you like to think he isn’t a complete asshole sometimes. It’s probably a side effect from being around Jeonghan. The man must have forgotten that he isn’t here right now, and that he can quit acting like he doesn’t despise you as much as you despise him.

“Do you need a ride back?” Seungcheol asks gruffly as you gather your things from the living room.

“No. The trains are still running at this hour anyway.” you tell him. “I’ll shoot you guys a message when I get back.”

“Okay.”

When you’re already halfway to the sidewalk, Seungcheol calls your name from the front porch again—making you glance back at him with a miffed look. What does he want this time?

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?” He swallows thickly, like he isn’t sure what words to use. “I can sleep on the couch so Han doesn’t feel cramped.”

“Seungcheol, I need to go to work tomorrow.”

“So?”

“I don’t have any clothes in your house.”

“Then just bring some of them here for next time.”

You scowl at him, folding your arms across your chest. “You know, for someone who’s trying to convince me to sleep over, it seems like you really, really don’t want to.”

“Can’t I fucking look out for my girlfriend for once?” Seungcheol argues, and you almost choke on the air you’re breathing.

His…girlfriend?

The last time he called you that was way back in high school—when the two of you were nothing but naïve teenagers that mistook the hormones for love.

“I don’t know, Seungcheol,” you scoff, brushing the memories off before they can resurface. “You have a very weird way of looking out for someone.”

About ten minutes of bickering later, you end up submitting to Seungcheol’s insistence to drive you back to your apartment uptown anyway. While yielding to the man you claim to hate made your pride take a decent hit, you’re exhausted. You might end up falling asleep on the train at this rate, and you really didn’t want to encounter any more hassles than you already have tonight.

The ride back to your apartment is quiet, unlike the complete mess of a trip when he picked you up earlier tonight. Seungcheol merely keeps his eyes on the road, and you dare not utter a single word that might break the silence.

“Thanks,” you say once he pulls over in front of your apartment complex. Seungcheol simply nods as he waits for you to get out of the car.

Funnily enough, some part of you expects him to at least say good night before he leaves. If he’s shown you this much unexpected kindness tonight, what’s stopping him from sparing you a bit more?

But then you remember he’s Choi Seungcheol. He never says goodbye.

He just leaves without a word.

As the black Santa Fe speeds back into empty streets, you tell yourself how stupid you’re being. It’s been more than a decade, but your heart still hurts from the fact that, no matter how much you hoped he’s changed after all these years, Seungcheol is no different from the boy who broke your heart.

…

You liked to think you have a good sense of self-preservation.

You tell yourself that, matter how much this stupid jock tries to flirt with you so he can mooch off the answers to your Geometry homework, you wouldn’t cave and give him what he wants. But Seungcheol is just so damn persistent that, instead of ignoring him like any sane person would do, you ended up tutoring him about the lesson an hour before the assignment is due.

“You know, if you just helped me right away, I could’ve treated you to the ice cream parlor much sooner.” Seungcheol tells you after the end of class, making you stare at him, puzzled.

“What are you even talking about?” you ask.

Then, he smiles—making sure to show off that dimple that has all the girls in your grade swooning at the sight of him.

“This is me asking if I can treat you to the ice cream parlor after school,” he says, as if you’re the dunce who had to be tutored in basic Geometry. “You know, as thanks for giving me a hand. Just wait for me at the building entrance at four.”

You’re not doing that. You’ll march straight home without thinking twice about the boy who’s been giving you a hassle and a half for the past week.

Except you do wait for him.

You linger by the entrance at four, just like he asked. You wait for him a little longer even when most of the students have gone home and he still hasn’t shown up. Ten minutes to five o’clock, you’re convinced that he was really just fucking with you. As you make the motions to just finally go home like you meant to do in the first place—

“Hey, wait up!”

There he is, still wearing his sweaty jersey despite looking like he’s just about ready to go home. You scowl at Seungcheol once he’s right in front of you, showing you that stupid dimpled smile yet again.

“I forgot we had practice today, and I kinda just bullshitted my way out of it,” he reasons. “Did you wait long?”

“What do you think?” you bite back sarcastically. But the fact that he actually ditched practice just to keep his word makes you feel a little fuzzy. “You owe me two scoops of ice cream now.”

Seungcheol laughs. “I’d treat you to three if that’s what it takes for you to forgive me!”

You’re convinced that, once Seungcheol has paid his academic debts, he’ll move out of your orbit and back to his usual crowd of jocks. Though you did do him a big favor, you’re not exactly friends. So when he does the exact opposite, you’re considerably…suspicious.

When he doesn’t have practice, he’d insist on walking you to the train station even if his house is in the opposite direction. When your own friends got held up by a group presentation and you had no one to have lunch with, he stayed with you the entire time until you had company.

One day, you decide to confront him about it—saying that if he needed something from you, he could just ask and not…do all these weirdly nice things for you.

“I like you,” Seungcheol says, and you nearly trip on air out of surprise. Fortunately for you, he’s an athlete with good reflexes.

“What?” you ask hoarsely. “You’re not messing with me, are you?”

He snorts as he helps regain your balance. “Now why would I mess with the girl I like?”

That’s when it starts.

Practically speaking, dating someone in your senior year of high school isn’t very good of a decision. You’ve got college entrance exams to worry about on top of making sure you comply with the requirements from all your classes. But in the midst of your piling responsibilities, Seungcheol proves to be an effective stress reliever.

“Cheol,” you whimper, unconsciously grinding your hips against his as he nips at the sensitive spot below your jaw. “We still have homework…”

You can feel him smile against your skin as his hands start to knead your hips through the fabric of your sweats. That bastard. “We can get back to it after I help you relax. How’s that sound?”

Against your better judgment, you relent.

“Fine,” you whisper, fingers creeping up his neck and into his curly hair. “You know when to stop, right?”

Seungcheol presses your faces closer, eyes dark with desire as he nods once.

“Of course.”

That’s one of the things you loved about him. You know Seungcheol has his…needs, but never did the guy once act on them. He’s aware that you’re still hesitant to cross that line; knows that you aren’t ready. But he took your decision in stride and respected it, saying he’ll wait for you as long as it takes.

Fast forward to a month before graduation. The results for college entrance exams should be coming out soon, and a majority of the student population is considerably nervous. Seungcheol isn’t part of that demographic, though—having weaseled his way into a sports scholarship to a nearby university months prior.

“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be so anxious about it,” he says one day while you’re hanging out in his room. “You aced your exams. I just know it.”

Of course he thinks you aced them. He only knows that you took the test for a local university—not the most prestigious academic institution in the country.

When the results come out and you do end up passing all the exams you took, you have a hard time thinking about how you can break the news to Seungcheol. Naturally, you’d choose to go to college in Seoul, but that meant you had to leave your hometown behind.

Leave Seungcheol behind.

You really meant to tell him after you all graduated. But when the day finally comes and you’ve mustered up the courage to be honest, Seungcheol unknowingly distracts you from your main agenda with his too heated touch, and too sultry kisses.

You let him have your first time then—both because you wanted to give it to him, and because of some misplaced sense of guilt. You haven’t even told him what he was about to lose, but you’re already compensating.

“I love you,” he whispers after the passion has burned out, leaving both of you to bask in the afterglow. “I’m so lucky to call you my girlfriend.”

When he leans in to kiss you, his lips taste sweet on yours—something that makes your heart ache with everything you need to say.

“Seungcheol,” you murmur back as you burrow yourself into his embrace, wishing you could just lay in his warmth forever.

“There’s something you need to know.”

...

“Sweetheart, are you alright over there?”

The sound of Jeonghan’s voice reels you right back into the present, where you’re busy sorting old files with him in his office.

It’s been a while since you sat down and recalled your memories with Seungcheol from high school. More because they’re too painful to remember than outright dislike for the man in general.

Right after you told him you’d be studying college in Seoul, he met the words with nerve-wracking silence. Until he slowly peeled himself away from your bed—putting his clothes back on without uttering a single word. You don’t dare watch him as he leaves your room nor do you let yourself cry until you’re sure he’s already left the house.

You hoped back then that he’d come around in a few days. But a bigger part of you knew things between you and Seungcheol had already ended before your heart could begin to accept it.

Yet somehow, like some sort of cosmic joke, the man sitting in front of you now—the first man you let yourself fall in love with after Seungcheol—is the same person who led you back to him.

“I just spaced out for a second,” you reason with a laugh as you tidy up some of the boxes on the floor. “Sorry about that.”

“That was definitely more than a second,” your boss laughs good-naturedly before hibernating the computer on his desk. “How about we take a quick break? You’ve helped me plenty, doll.”

You roll your eyes—already having a good grasp of what Jeonghan considers a ‘break’ in the privacy of his office. Still, you’re weak to his advances, so with one last glance at the door to make sure it’s locked, you waste no time climbing onto his lap.

“Hannie, you should really quit getting frisky on the job,” you mutter as he begins to pop open the buttons of your blouse. “The others already think you have a nasty case of favoritism. The last thing you should do is prove them right.”

Jeonghan lets out another chuckle, pressing your breasts together before nuzzling them. You let out a long, long sigh.

“Why shouldn’t they know you’re my favorite?” he whispers before peppering your chest with featherlight kisses—trailing his lips upward until you can feel his breath on your ear. “Why shouldn’t they know how many times I’ve had my way with you on this desk?”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” You laugh, absolutely scandalized. “You’re going to make me keel over one of these days.”

“Then at least you’ll die of pleasure, hm?”

You don’t dare complain as Jeonghan swipes the important documents off his desk, placing you on top of the polished wood as he bunches your tight skirt up to your waist. He groans when he sees you wearing his favorite stockings—the ones that come with a strap and garter set that complement your lacy underwear a bit too well.

“Why are you wearing something like this to work, sweetheart?” he sighs before sinking to his knees. “It’s like you’re asking me to fill you up until you’re dripping all over my desk. What’s that you said about not getting frisky on the job again?”

You merely flash him a ditzy smile before threading your fingers in his hair—pressing his pretty face where you want him.

“And if I am asking for it?”

Despite claiming to adore how the lingerie looks on you, Jeonghan is awfully quick to take it all off. Zero distractions, he said, before putting his mouth to good use.

Your hips buckle every time he tenses his tongue and dips it into your soaked entrance—rubbing two gentle fingers on your clit as an added stimulus. You know that Jeonghan likes it more when you’re loud and wanting, but given your current setting, you’re not about to risk getting both of you fired for semi-public indecency.

“You’re so worked up today, huh?” he observes when he pulls away, and you have to bite down a groan when you see the way your juices glisten across his pretty pink lips as he smiles. “Haven’t seen you this wet in a while, doll. Has Cheol not been taking care of you right whenever I’m away, hm?”

The mere mention of Seungcheol has you stiffening under his touch, though you didn’t mean to. Jeonghan definitely noticed the way you froze up, though, but you decide to get his mind off it by letting out a desperate mewl, locking your legs around his neck.

“I just missed you a lot,” you grumble.

That seems good enough an explanation for him.

After making you fall apart on his tongue, your boyfriend doesn’t quite let you off the hook so easily. You don’t particularly mind, since he’s broken your sex drive into ridiculousness at this point.

You’re whining when you feel Jeonghan press his hard length along your slit—teasing you for the sole purpose of hearing the cute noises that continuously spill from your lips. Sometimes, you get why people call him a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This guy acts like an angel for the most part, but is ruthless when he wants to be.

“You know what to do when you want something, right, sweetheart?” Jeonghan coos, dipping the head of his cock into your pulsing hole just to drive you insane. “Come on, I know you can do it.”

“Hannie,” you whimper. “Please?”

“Please, what? Use your words, baby.”

Fuck Yoon Jeonghan, honestly. Yourself, too, for falling in love with such an evil man.

“Please fill me up, Jeonghan.” Your fingers anchor themselves onto his shoulders, pressing your hips upward for any sort of friction. “Want your cum in me, please, please—”

Your breath catches in your throat when Jeonghan buries himself to the hilt, overloading your senses with the sudden feeling of being filled so much so quickly. It took you off-guard so much that tears started to pool at the corners of your eyes—something that Jeonghan notices right away.

“I’m sorry, love,” he chuckles, leaning forward to kiss them away. “You got me a little excited, is all. You’re starting to become a real occupational hazard, you know that?”

You pout at him, trying your best not to moan when you’re supposed to be sulking. “Then I can very much just hand you my resignation—oh!”

Jeonghan cuts your little spiel short with a shallow thrust that has you clenching down on his dick—strong hands holding up your thighs to help you wrap them around his waist. He smirks when he notices how you can barely form any sentences, gradually amping up the cadence of his thrusts as you lose yourself to the feeling of him inside you.

You always look prettiest when you lose your mind from the sensations only he can give you.

“My pretty baby is so needy,” he sighs, trying not to get addicted to how tightly your walls squeeze his cock. “Can’t last a few days without a good dicking down, can you? I’m going to have to tell Seungcheol to keep you real satisfied when I go on that business trip.”

Wait. Business Trip?

Jeonghan doesn’t give you much leeway to ponder about what he just said, though—lifting your ass higher to fuck into you at an angle that has stars bursting in the backs of your eyelids.

He definitely knocks something over and sends it clattering onto the floor because of the intensity of his pounding, but you don’t care. Not about his poor secretary, who’s the only soul in the office who knows about your relationship. And definitely not about how Jeonghan just told you he’ll tell Seungcheol to satisfy you while he’s away.

When he’s finally done with you, your boyfriend is thoughtful enough to reattach the straps and garters after he helps clean you up. Unless you want to keep my cum inside until you get home, he said. The filthy little thing. But part of you is convinced he’s just doing that as an excuse to feel you up again, which you’ll gladly let slide.

“So, this business trip you’re going on,” you say as you join him in the elevator half an hour later. “When is it again? And how long are you going to be gone?”

Jeonghan sighs, presumably unlocking his phone to check his calendar. “This Saturday, unfortunately. I’ll be heading to Busan for two weeks.”

“Can’t I come with you?” you ask, despite already knowing the answer.

He chuckles, shaking his head before smoothing down your hair. “Sweetheart, I won’t get any work done if either you or Cheol are there with me. Go have fun with each other while I bring food to the table, yeah?”

“Gee, I didn’t know you were such a breadwinner, Hannie.”

Jeonghan’s lips twitch into a small smile before he leans down to peck your lips. For a split second, you find yourself hoping the security guards won’t check the elevator footage, but the thought is lost to the wind when he says:

“Anything for you, love.”

Really, you can not be any more in love with the man.

In the office building’s lobby, Jeonghan grabs your wrist when you move to part ways with him. You shoot him a confused look.

“Won’t you come over tonight?” he whispers. “Cheol has a surprise for you.”

��Seungcheol has a what?

You have no clue about what that guy could possibly have thought to give to you as a surprise, and knowing Jeonghan, he’ll probably sales-talk you into paying their home a visit anyway. So, with a defeated sigh, you simply nod before he’s dragging you off to the parking lot.

This better be worth it.

…

It’s a bed.

Seungcheol got a king-sized bed to replace their old queen-sized one. For you. In their house.

Not only that, he even bought a whole separate wardrobe for you to fill with your clothes. So you don’t have to worry about not having anything to wear when you stay over, he said, and you had to keep yourself from staring at him like he personally insulted your mother.

“You shouldn’t have,” you tell him instead, biting down the warmth slowly spreading through your chest. “It must’ve cost a lot.”

“Sweetheart, trust me. This won’t make a single dent in Seungcheol’s bank account.” Jeonghan laughs, and you hate how he’s right. “He probably earns more from a single game than I do in a month.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the red tinge on his cheeks. “Quit lying, Han. You’re the most loaded out of every one of us.”

Out of a childlike sense of curiosity more than anything else, you decide to fling yourself on top of the brand new bed—the mattress still sealed in plastic and everything. Your boyfriends stare at you with equal parts surprise and amusement as you let out a satisfied sigh.

“Gotta admit, it’s kinda nice having two sugar daddies.”

“Baby, I just messed you up an hour ago. You sure you want to rile me up again?” Jeonghan chuckles as he lies down right next to you.

An unspoken awkwardness suddenly materializes in the air before Seungcheol mimics Jeonghan and takes the vacant spot on your other side. Thankfully, it doesn’t last long, as Jeonghan immediately starts complaining about how annoying this potential business partner is being about a deal he wants to close.

You keep an attentive ear to whatever Jeonghan is saying, but you’re still receptive to Seungcheol's presence.

In the two months you’ve started officially dating both of them, you’ve never once shared a bed with Seungcheol—unable to let go of the memory of the last time you did. Sure, cuddling on the couch during movie nights is somewhat similar, but there’s this…intimacy to lying on the same bed that you just aren’t ready to feel around him.

God, you suddenly recall all that stuff Jeonghan told you about Seungcheol taking care of you.

Never mind having sex with him, you can’t even lie right next to the guy in bed without having an existential crisis.

Fortunately, Jeonghan isn’t the nosy type. He doesn’t mind the fact that it’s been two months, and you’re yet to invite them both into a more intimate setting. He hasn’t opened up any conversations about the logistics of it either, so you’re under the impression that he just thinks you’re taking your time getting to know Seungcheol first.

Oh, if he only knew.

“By the way, Joshuji told me something earlier,” Jeonghan says while the three of you eat some takeout that Seungcheol bought along with his furniture purchases.

“Who’s Joshuji again?” you wonder before sticking a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

Seungcheol laughs softly beside you. “That’s just some weird nickname he calls his secretary. He doesn’t want to say what it means though.”

“Well, Shua doesn’t want anyone to know but me, and I respect that.” Jeonghan pouts. “Anyways, he said that the trains are going to be closed for maintenance next week. You should just stay here for a while and let Cheol drive you to and from work while I’m away.”

You nearly spit out the food in your mouth, but keep yourself from doing so by calmly washing it down a glass of water. Though you’re a bit hesitant, you meet Seungcheol’s gaze with an earnest question in mind. “Uh, you okay with that? Didn’t the season just start for you?”

He nods. “Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I can pick you up from the office when I don’t have games.”

“How about when you do have games?”

“Then you’ll just have to come watch me play.”

It’s a tall proposition—one that both of you are fully aware of. You haven’t seen Seungcheol play since high school, and the utter surprise on your face the day Jeonghan introduced him to you as both his boyfriend and one of Seoul’s most talented football stars was utterly priceless.

And now you’re forced (not really, you still have the choice to decline) to witness him play the sport he loves for the first time in years.

You tell yourself that you’re only hesitant because you don’t even like him to begin with. Why should you come watch his games, right? But the more self-aware part of you knows it’s because you’re afraid.

Afraid of falling in love with him again once you see him where he shines brightest.

“Sure thing,” you finally say—all while mustering a smile that isn’t completely fake this time. “If Cheol doesn’t mind, then I’ll take up the offer.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Seungcheol smile that familiar, dimpled smile in the corner of your eye, but it’s gone when you move to take a better look.

…

That night, it’s just you and Seungcheol driving back to your apartment once more because Jeonghan had to take an important call. It’s from the same potential business partner he’d been bitching about two hours prior. He didn’t even want to answer it, but you talked him into doing so if he didn’t want your paychecks to take a hit this month.

“You can start filling up your closet back home when you stay with me next week,” Seungcheol suddenly says out of the blue once he stops in front of a red light—not really meeting your gaze.

“Seungcheol, why’d you do all that?”

“Do what?”

You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to act all nice and oblivious. Jeonghan isn’t here anyway.”

“Why do you always assume everything I do has Jeonghan counted into the mix?” he asks with an exasperated tone. “Can’t I do nice things for you just because I want to?”

“That’s because you never do nice things for me unless it’s to fool Jeonghan into thinking we actually get along?” you deadpan. “Come on, Seungcheol. I’m not an idiot. I know you still hate me for choosing Seoul over you, and you know I still hate you for just leaving me without any sort of explanation.”

Your eyes are quick to catch the way his grip tenses on the steering wheel, even under the muted light from the street lamps outside. Seungcheol doesn’t say anything more until he arrives at your destination, and you’re a little grateful for it.

However, when you slide out of the passenger seat—

“I don’t hate you.”

White noise fills your ears as you stand right beside the open car door—eyes filled with pure, unadulterated shock.

“Come again?” you ask, a disbelieving smile finding its way onto your face. Surely, he didn’t just say—

“I don’t hate you,” Seungcheol repeats, and you nearly melt from the intensity of his gaze. “I never did.”

But…that’s impossible.

If he didn’t hate you, he wouldn’t have just disappeared from your life like that. He wouldn’t have ignored you after all these years; wouldn’t have acted like such an insufferable asshole behind Jeonghan’s back.

However, instead of overexerting your brain by overthinking every single detail about your weird relationship so far, you decide to just let it go for tonight.

“Good night, Seungcheol.” You manage a tight-lipped smile, hoping it isn’t too obvious that you’re on the verge of tears again. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hey, wai—”

You close the door to the passenger seat before he can convince you to stay a little longer—convinced that if he tells you he doesn’t hate you one more time, you’ll really break down in front of him.

And you’re not quite ready to show him that vulnerable side of you again. Not yet.

part one - part two - part three | masterlist

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #yoon jeonghan #choi seungcheol #seventeen x reader #s.coups #jeonghan #lovelyhan #full length fic 📚

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ada7201 · 1 year ago

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bllk boys …

with a clutz s/o! < hcs >

gn! reader

★ part 1 with, Kaiser, Barou, Kunigami, Chigiri

★ part 2 with, Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Reo

★ part 3 with, Rin, Sae, Shido, Aiku

hope you like it ꨄ don’t forget to suggest something if you have any ideas for me! :p

Itoshi Rin

at first, he thought you were just another lukewarm idiot - but clumsier.

until he got to know you ('ω')

he doesn’t hate your clumsiness, but he doesn’t love it.

he helps you up almost every time you fall, unless you’ve annoyed him

SOMETIMES thinks it’s cute. (always)

washes your clothes if you spill something on yourself

“i’m sorry, Rin!” you’d sob, shaky hands reaching out to pull his sweater off of yourself. he was so kind, and let you wear it - but you spilled coffee all over it!

“it’s alright. are you hurt?” he asked, helping you pull the sweater off. he reached out and pressed a gentle hand to your stomach, feeling your skin warmer that usual - you must’ve burned yourself slightly from the coffee.

the sweater was not his concern anymore, he simply threw it in the hamper and cupped your cheeks.

“you don’t have to be sorry.” he’d say - before hesitating. he was never good with words, so he found it hard to comfort you. “it’s just a sweater, i can get a new one.” he adds, brushing away some hair from your eyes.

you sniffle and nod, looking up at your boyfriend’s loving gaze. “but, it was your favorite-“ you’d start, only for him to cut you off with a gentle kiss.

it did not matter if that sweater was his favorite, he never wants to see you cry over a stupid thing like that again.

whenever he gets you gifts, he asks the person at the register if it’s easy to break

he makes sure to take you places that aren’t that easy to break anything, or fall if you get what i mean.

like, he takes you to places such as movies, (and makes sure you put your drink in his cup holder.) gardens, (where he can hold your hand) but if you want to go anywhere - he’ll take you.

he’s super gentle with you, like he treats you as if you were a glass doll

thinks of you as a flower.

like, he once took you to a botanic garden and said “that flower reminds me of you.” (he got flustered for the next hour after that)

Itoshi Sae

when he first met you, he decided it was best to avoid you because he didn’t want you to fall on him.

that was until you actually did, though

Sae was talking to his manager about something, probably about the whole blue lock thing - when you came crashing into him! he stumbled backwards, with you landing right onto him.

“sorry!” you gasp, quickly getting off of the burgundy haired male, who was laying on the floor with wide eyes. he sat up slowly, groaning softly as he looked up at who it was - and like he guessed, it was you. you were a another soccer player who he had met a few times… one of Oliver’s many exes, probably. “are you okay?” you’d ask, holding a hand out for him to take.

he nodded, taking your hand and standing up. his sharp eyes stared down at you, watching the way you slightly shivered at his gaze. “im fine.” he responds lowly, before continuing the conversation with his manager.

you escaped soon after, getting to the meeting room where you started your interview.

Sae didn’t expect to run into you so much after that, and he certainly didn’t expect to come to enjoy your company - as clumsy as you may be.

he usually buys you things in pairs so if you break one, there’s another that’s newer!

carries all of your bags for you, because he wants to, and because he doesn’t want you to drop them

keeps an eye on you to make sure you won’t trip up. (also because he thinks you’re pretty)

he fights the urge to chuckle SO hard whenever you fall or trip

he either catches you before you fall or helps you up. he will never ever let you stay on the floor. not even if he’s mad at you

if there are a lot of people around the two of you, such as paparazzi or something, he usually keeps an arm around you or holds your hand so you don’t fall in front of them.

if people make fun of you, in person or online, he gets really pissed off

how dare they make fun of his clumsy little lover? only he can do that!

he either threatens them or gets his manager to handle it for him

Shido Ryusei

he finds it adorable!

takes advantage of it all the time, and sometimes says things like “i’ll help you… if you suck my-“

he still helps you up after

when he first met you he thought you were faking it

he piggybacks you and carries you sometimes to make sure you don’t fall (cute!!)

if he feels bad that you fell, he falls down with you to make himself feel included

he likes to call himself you “guardian” even though half the time he’s the one tripping you up and causing you to break things…

he tries to fix the things that you break if he ever sees you sad about it, but he ends up breaking it even more

he sulks if you say it’s bad

sometimes makes you like stand on his feet (?)

for example, he puts your feet onto his and wraps his arms around your waist: kind of making you walk like a puppet?

“come ooon! it’ll be fun〜” he pleads, a grin on his face as his hands reach out to hold onto you. “i won’t hurt ya!” he adds - but the evil glint in his eye tells you otherwise. you simply sigh, and decide to agree with his demands.

“fine…” you huff, letting Shido’s hands wrap around your waist - squeezing the flesh slightly and giggling when you yelp.

“alright, alright!” he giggles, placing you in front of him; your feet on top of his. “now you’ll know what’s like to walk normally.” he winks, wiggling his eyebrows as he starts to walk with you like that.

“hey, hey!” you panic, suddenly not trusting your boyfriend at all. “are you sure this is safe?!”

“i’m very sure!” he responds, before laughing loudly. you’re so cute, getting all scared like that!

he continued to play around with you, like a puppet, until he lost his footing - sending the both of you crashing onto the floor.

he giggled, watching your jaw drop and your pretty eyes widen. you’re so cute, he thinks.

he blamed the fall on you afterwards

he once compared you to Humpty Dumpty because you were sitting on a walks fence and fell off.

Oliver Aiku

he loves your clumsiness too!

thinks your super silly

he helps you up when he feels like it, but finds it cute when you’ve fallen

catches you sometimes…

he usually keeps you close to him so he can make sure you won’t fall or break anything that easily

he buys you shoes without laces so it’s a bit easier to walk around

whenever he takes you shopping, he suggests you wear clothes that are a little short / less loose so it’s easier to move around. but either way, he’s okay with what you wear

he literally always holds your hand or arm

always wants to be around you. “because he wants to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.”

“where’s y/n?” Aiku would ask his teammate, looking around for his cute lover. “i haven’t seen them since the match finished!” he’d cry.

“dude, you saw them 15 minutes ago… they went to pick up your bag.” Sae would sigh, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

“oh!” Oliver smiled cheerfully. “how sweet of them!” he’d giggle, cheeks growing redder at the thought of you.

“wait.” Aiku paused, his face flushing pale. “you let them go get my bag?! what if they fall!” he panics, rushing out the door in search of you - only to be greeted with your pretty face, a bruise on your nose.

“my baby!” he cooed, pulling you into a hug.

“he’s so whipped.” Sendo would whisper to Sae, who nodded as they both watched Aiku gush over you.

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paleghostinthecorner02 · 7 months ago

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Because Gwen is a teenager who was betrayed by her father and taken in by adults who constantly filled her head with the idea that people, including her dad, had to die for millions to be saved. Because despite said adults knowing the bad situation she was in chose to treat her completely like an agent, a warrior, a soldier instead of a child that needed love and compassion. Because despite living in fear of Miguel sending her back home, she still chose to disobey him to see Miles when she had the chance because she loves him that much. Because she was in a lose/lose situation where telling Miles about his dad needing to die would inflict a pain she was experiencing and didn't want him to bear, but not telling him would run the risk of him finding out from someone else and making her look like she was being malicious. Because she was used as a scapegoat by Miguel when he was the main reason Miles was able to escape, and punished by him for it. Because she recognized the hurt she caused and took accountability, unlike any of the adults in her life including PETER B. PARKER. Because she is actively trying to make up for the mistakes she made while she was still under Miguel's influence.

None of you media illiterate dweebs who treat her like she's Judas Iscariot and the Whore of Babylon combined because she made some very understandable mistakes should continue to watch these children's movies because I'm afraid the writing for Gwen is too complicated for you to grasp. Gwen has actual, meaningful flaws than cause actual, meaningful conflict and lead her her having actual, meaningful character development. Even more pertinent, her failings aren't a result of any kind of malice, but rather a desire to not see the people she loves hurt, an understandable character trait that stems from the trauma of her accidentally killing someone close to her OH MY GOD DO YOU NOT WATCH THESE MOVIES?

Honestly Peter B is way more infuriating in this movie since he's an adult who doesn't view Miguel as an authority figure (if their comic relationship is the same in this movie then they're friends and Miguel has a lot of respect for Peter) and has nothing for Miguel to hold over his head like Gwen did. He should have known better, he should have been the one most defending Miles, he should have defended Gwen when Miguel was blaming her for something Peter knew wasn't her fault. He was RIGHT THERE next to Gwen on the train and saw Miguel fail to subdue Miles (despite the fact that he could have, you know, injected him with a powerful, non lethal paralytic that would have made it exceedingly easy to take Miles into custody and instead decided to monologue like a dipshit). Give me a reason other than abject misogyny why you think Gwen deserves to be hated in a way Peter doesn't, I dare you.

Rant over. TL:DR, Gwen doesn't deserve the hate she gets from idiots in the fandom who can't see past "Muh poor Miles got his feelings hurt."

#gwen stacy #spider gwen #ghost spider #across the spiderverse #ATSV #Keep your slander away from this child #She is literally the best character in the movies #Don't even get me started on the implication that Miguel told this traumatized child she would die if she fell in love with Miles

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multifandom-pleasures · 7 months ago

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scourge x reader

you were making yourself comfortable in your living room to waste a few hours watching a movie before bed when you heard a knock at your door. you knew well no one should be making an appearance so late in the day, but by an inkling you knew who the culprit had to be. reluctantly you rose from your snug spot on the couch to make it over to your door, where the knocking was constant and insistent. the desperation only helped further cement your suspicions.

and they were confirmed once you opened the door. a very much wasted scourge, sunglasses slid down on his nose and his hand raised mid-knock. a look of surprise flashed over his face at seeing you actually opening the door; which quickly turned smug, sharp teeth glinting as he grinned at you.

“ hey doll. “ he purred, leaning against your doorway in some attempt to look seductive and only partly failing. you had half a mind to shut the door in his face. your hand curled around his leather jacket and yanked him inside before you could think twice, and he stumbled in, barely able to keep himself steady.

“ had no other place to crash for the night? “ you asked as you closed the door with your foot, and scourge clung onto you. both to keep himself upright and to press himself closer to you, “ no little side piece tonight? “

“ nah. “ he tsked, head lolling onto your shoulder as you began to lead him towards your room, “ didn’ wanna.. got t’ drinkin’ and.. thought of ya. “ he tripped and caught himself, his arm slinking around your waist, “ y’pretty face.. n’ pretty voice.. pretty bod. “

you rolled your eyes as you lugged him into the room, giving him a not-so-gentle push towards them bed, to which he managed to get himself seated on without stumbling. he kicked off his shoes and sent them flying in a vague direction towards the corner of your room, to which you gave him a look for. he simply shrugged and slid off his sunglasses to set on the bedside table.

you walked over and tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, and after a moment of confusion he got the idea and lifted his arms for you to remove it; sliding it from his shoulders and moving to hang it at the foot of your bed. you let out a yelp as his arms wrapped around your hips and tugged you down onto the bed, and soon you were pressed to the mattress with the still very intoxicated scourge above you.

he grinned wolfishly, and as you parted your lips to object any idea he was making in his mind, he dipped down to kiss at your throat. your words dwindled with each press of his lips, your face flushing and your hands gripping onto his arms. only when he’d latched himself on to make a little bruise on your skin did you push him off, and he relented with a small pout and his hazy eyes looking down at you.

“ no. “ you said firmly, and he groaned lightly.

“ why not? “

“ you’re drunk, idiot. ‘m not doing anything with you like that. “

“ ‘m sober enough to treat you right. “ he tried to reason, a hand sliding down your side to grasp onto your hip, and you swatted his hand.

“ I said no. “ he huffed and nodded, lifting himself off of you and collapsing down onto his side of the bed. he designated it his own side, considering how often he spent the night. he even had his own toothbrush, and comb, and some spare clothes. when had he made himself so comfortable?

“ I hate you. “ you found yourself saying, frown set on your lips.

“ sure ya do, doll. “ he laughed, his fingers searching the blankets before he found you, and he tugged you to pull you close. you obeyed and shifted to press against his side.

“ I really do. “ you replied, and you were really more trying to convince yourself, “ you come over whenever you want, without any warning, and leave the same. you ignore me days on end and when you do come see me, you’re drunk or you just wanna screw around. “ you pressed your lips together, and sighed, “ and I still let you in; cause for some dumb fucking reason, I still care about you. I worry about you and I want you to have some place to go to.. one day I’m not gonna take it anymore. “

scourge stared at you blankly, and you wondered if he would remember any of this in the morning. he didn’t look to be processing any of this. you sighed again and shook your head, pushing his head away as your settled yourself down, cheek to his chest.

“ whatever, go to sleep.. its late. night, scourge. “ you clung onto him, and while you fell asleep you would miss the way the hedgehog stared up at the ceiling, his mind overrun by thoughts. he wouldn’t be able to sleep now, with what you’ve said. he was drunk, but not plastered enough to be able to push this to the back of his mind.

he pressed a kiss to your head before he would work himself from your grasp without waking you, and he would grab his jacket and glasses from where they had been set aside; his shoes from across the room, and he would slip out without a sound.

he had too much to think about, and he couldn’t do it beside you. all he knew was he had a lot to make up for.

#sonic characters #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fic #sonic x reader #scourge #scourge x reader #scourge the hedgehog #fanfic

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The Blind Bandit

I had honestly forgotten that the Gaang were trying to find an earthbending teacher, so the 'previously on' segment was actually useful instead of spoilery.

Nobody's face is having a good time.

Look at this sweetheart. You go ahead and treat yourself honey. You've single-handedly escorted a pair of earth-shatteringly overpowered tweens around the world for months; the least you deserve is a shopping trip.

"You kids like earthbending?" Has the same energy as "wanna buy a sun dial?" from that animated Hercules movie.

This guy is one of those strip mall karate types.

I take back everything I ever said about Zuko's season 1 haircut. This guy has a dust bunny poop on his head.

Momo's bag now.

My absolute favourite girl power: incredible violence!

The acoustics at this earth rumble place must be great. I don't see any microphones.

"That's what I paid for." Sokka is a simple creature at heart. Likes food and violence.

Something very strange about this guy's face. I think his mouth moves but his eyes don't.

So apparently earthbending gets you mad air.

Oh! I get it. This is a WWE parody. Somebody on the writing team did their homework too. Don't ask me how I know, but this is a very accurate parody.

Sokka thinks listening to big muscles is a very good idea actually.

And here's the heel. Complete with russian accent. And oddly homoerotic anthem. And cowardice when challenged! Yep, total heel.

I LOLed at the zamboni badgermoles and hockey organ.

She's like two feet tall!

I'm. in love.

I could watch little girls beat up grown men all day.

Earthbending sonar?

Omigod it predicts. She can see moves before they happen.

Well it's a good thing Bumi said to look for someone who Waited and Listened rather than Watched.

"I don't really want to fight you. I want to talk to you." Says the guy who just volunteered, in front of a full stadium, to FIGHT her. Time and place, Aang.

Get back on the ground you flighty airbender. She sees with that ground. No fair.

This is about the face I made when Aang pulled that move. Does this boy think at all? I love him, but what part of stealing her well-earned title is supposed to convince her to talk to him?

You messed up.

I love sartorially inclined Sokka. It's a tiny an innocuous little trait, but it rounds out his character so well.

I get to watch two different girls terrorise idiots this episode. I am blessed.

So I'm guessing the two idiots at the earthbending academy are doing that excercise where kung fu people stick their hands in sand (I've seen videos of it) but it really looked like they were in the 'beat back the dough' phase of making bread.

In this universe of plot-convenient clothing blindness, how do Dumb and Dumber recognise Aang as the one who beat the Blind Bandit?

I think the voice actor for the dumb kid with actual hair did a bunch of voices in season 1. The soldier who gives Aang Bato's map comes to mind.

Have I said recently how much I love Sokka and Katara?

These wrestling guys keep switching between first and third person. Too many rocks to the head.

This could be a board for a murder mystery board game. Or a map for a DND dungeon.

It's her hair. I thought the Blind Bandit had a cap type thing with a little brim for her costume, but it's just a pile of her hair? Like a beehive?

A lesson in character writing: if you want to make someone look super dumb, have them earnestly believe in the credentials and authenticity of a guy you have previously set up as a borderline con artist. Lookin at you, Blind Bandit's dad.

"Basic forms and breathing exercises only." That line is just so funny. And they're all so stupid. She snapped like half a dozen spines last night and this guy is preaching breathing exercises.

Wow! I hate her dad!

I hate him more!

Sokka going ham on some rice rather than listen to the idiots. Good priorities.

This passive aggressive fight between the girl and Aang at the dinner table is so fun.

Looking for somewhere to store your meal after you've face planted into it? Try the top of your head!

I need to get a hold of some of those magic napkins. Wiped up a whole multicourse meal in like 5 seconds.

That is indeed the appropriate reaction to this pint sized badass. Glad Aang is learning. (Also this episode needs more Appa. The last couple have been sadly bereft.)

Called it. Earthdending sonar. Or is it more like echolocation? No! Whiskers!

How does this pint sized badass - who if I am understanding correctly, is not known to exist outside the walls of her house - have more emotional intelligence than the entirety of the Gaang put together?

So much for the guards in the garden. They'd actually be useful now.

Sokka. Priorities. Although given how many times Aang has escaped custody/kidnapping he's probably ok to take a minute to fangirl over an autograph.

These idiot parents don't know their daughter at all. That chafes.

"I'm not smiling." I LOLed at that too. Perfect delivery.

Hippo man having a snack before he gets down to business. No wonder he's missing teeth.

All this blind and tiny and helpless and fragile talk is really making me hope someone smacks the crap out of the dad. What an awful thing to say, nevermind saying it where your daughter can hear.

SMACKDOWN INCOMING

This is gonna be good.

If this girl does join the Gaang the writers are going to have to nerf her in every major conflict. She's too powerful. I bet she could take on the firelord now.

And that's why you don't announce sneak attacks.

So remember how Sokka was absolutely losing his shit over the Boulder? That's me right now.

She waits. All these idiots are losing because they're getting impatient and attacking first. Which means that, to her senses, they're telegraphing their moves. That is so cool. And so is this visual.

Here's your chance Dad. Are you going to mess it up?

"I love fighting. I love being an Earthbender. And I'm really really good at it." me:

I don't have words for how much I LOVE when little girls STAND UP for THEMSELVES and THEIR INTERESTS. This would have had me HOLLERING if I'd seen it as a kid. It was a message I needed to hear too.

Wow I want to kill her parents.

OH FUCK OFF

COME ON

You made my girl cry.

Get wrecked belt stealer. I LOLed at this too.

Sokka just beaned a blind girl on the head. Not a good look. I laughed though.

Fun fact: everyone in this picture is a piece of shit.

I haven't been this steamed since Zuko's dad burned half his face off.

Final Thoughts

IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, this episode feels like it's movie quality. This show is usually excellent, but this feels like a cut above. I feel like I could sense the love the writers, animators, voice actors, everyone had for this episode. They had a good time making it and were enthusiastic about it. And there were lots of tiny background details in this episode too. I'm sure I missed quite a few. Oh No! I'll have to rewatch it!

New team member! That hasn't happened since Momo. Actually, no wonder the episode was so good. Introducing the first new team member in at least a season's worth of episodes is a delicate operation. I bet they were workshopping this episode since early in the first season.

And Toph! (thank you credits for how to spell that - I was really hoping it wasn't Toff). Be still my heart I love Toph. She may well take Sokka's spot as my favourite character. Strength of character, self-assurance, emotional intelligence, badassery, mastery of violence, what's not to love!!!

How did she get so emotionally intelligent and articulate if her parents have kept her caged her whole life? I don't know but I'm not complaining!

How did her parents get away with caging her for her whole life? I do know (money) and I am complaining. Very much so. And yet Toph can still find it within herself to have an honest conversation with them, including apologising for leaving said cage. I never would have had the maturity to do that in a similar situation. I would have gone the Katara explosive rage route.

A little girl who stands up for herself. Against HER PARENTS. I just. Do you know how amazing that is? Especially in a kids' show? I was ROBBED by not being able to see this show when I was Toph's age.

Does bending work like a muscle, in that you build up stamina? Because if so, then Toph is the strongest human earthbender in the world by default. If she's using it in place of seeing, then she's using it 100% of the time that she's awake, all day every day. By the time she was like 5 years old she'd probably used her bending more than the average earthbender does in their whole lifetime.

My one complaint is Toph's voice. Nothing wrong with it; this is a me thing. It fits her perfectly, but my ears do not play well with nasal voices, which hers is. I had to rewind quite a few times and resorted to subtitles by the end. Hopefully I'll get used to it like I did Zuko's.

Sokka! My soon to be demoted beloved! He shone in this episode. I love that he has fashion sense and is not afraid to show it. I'm thinking, what with how hung up he was on masculinity at the start of the show, that the water tribes have a different conception of masculinity: one that classes fashionability as a masculine or gender neutral trait. Even back in season one it didn't take much to get Sokka into the Kyoshi warrior uniform, and he's shockingly good at applying face paint symmetrically. Which I still cannot do with winged eyeliner.

Katara! Not headed for a career in diplomacy but so satisfying to watch. I would love to have a Katara in my pocket that I could unleash on people. And her and Sokka bouncing off each other this episode was great. Every one was at peak performance this episode, except Aang. Not at his brightest this episode.

Checking for typos before I post this and I realise I'd already forgotten that Toph is blind! Just like in the Northern Air Temple, this is how you do disability right: as just a part of who they are, rather than an entire personality. This show is so good.

In sum, Toph:

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the blind bandit #avatar the last airbender

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wolfiafuntime · 1 year ago

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Trick-or-Treat Trip

Headcanons in which you go trick-or-treating in the human world with Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo, and Beel

Published: November 24, 2023

Words: 880 (205 per character save for Beel; his got a bit away from me)

Pages: 2.5 (0.7 per character)

Lucifer:

Neither of you know how you managed to convince him to go Trick-or-Treating with you. Let alone go up to the Human World to do it. But you did!

You spent the majority of Halloween day getting into your costume. Because Lucifer was coming, he had made sure that whatever you were going as would be one of the best. 'One of' because his costume- a Vampire one- would also be the best. It was something you couldn't deny after seeing it.

Before you left, you set up a candy bowl with the classic 'only take one' sign. And to make sure that other trick-or-treaters complied, he cast a mild curse on the bowl that would scare anyone who tried to take more.

The actual trick-or-treat trip was very fun. While Lucifer didn't (he refused to--) bring a candy bag of his own, it didn't matter. You were just glad he came, and glad the various people you visited gave you candy. You had gotten a pretty good haul by the end of the night, with the only 'bad' trick-or-treat-ee giving you money. Lucifer smiled as he imagined what Mammon's reaction would've been if something like that happened for him.

Mammon:

Free candy?! Sign him up! It doesn't matter if you asked him this a few days before Halloween, or a few weeks. He's going to demand that you summon him, so you two can go shopping for the best pair of costumes. If you do summon him, know that he'll refuse to leave until Halloween has passed. And that, unfortunately, won't happen, because Lucifer is going to come and drag him back to the Devildom in a few hours. Maybe several, if you can talk the first-born into it.

But don't worry! You can just summon Mammon again when Halloween actually comes. You'll spend the day watching horror movies-- something the beloved idiot suggested himself-- and getting dressed up in your costume(s).

He'll be so jumpy during the trick-or-treat trip. Every fake hand that jumps out of a candy bowl. Every person pretending to be a manikin. He'll even be scared of the kids screaming with joy! You laughing at him won't help; it'll only fluster him. But don't worry, all fear and embarrassment will leave him when you get to that one house that gives out crappy presents. A toothbrush?? Seriously?!

Asmodeus:

Isn't surprised that you invited him to come, but that doesn't make him any less excited. Similarly to Mammon, he's demanding you summon him, so you can go costume shopping together. But there's no way you guys are dressing as anything scary! Why? Because those costumes require masks, blood, atrocious makeup, and/or ugly outfits.

You summon him again the morning of Halloween, you guys spend a good few hours picking between the costumes you bought a few days prior. These consist of a nurse and doctor, a maid and master, and a princess and knight. (Can you guess who's who?) After choosing, you spend the rest of the day getting dressed up. When you're finally done, Asmo sets up a bucket of nail polish next to your bucket of candy. He's got a pretty sign for it two, covered in glitter and hearts, asking for only one to be taken.

He isn't jumpy like Mammon when he gets jumpscared, but he'll still jump into your arms. He, of course, preens from any compliments he gets, and always tries fishing for more. Gets so salty at any crappy treat-givers, and will definitely use his charm on them.

Beelzebub:

A night of constant candy? With you? That sounds like paradise to him. You're gonna have to remind him to get a costume. And you're probably gonna have to do it a couple times, because every time he goes shopping for one, he gets distracted by food sales. But don't worry, he'll manage to hold off his hunger when you tell him that only people in costumes get candy.

The day of Halloween, it doesn't take him long to get into his werewolf costume. So, depending on what you're going as, and how many details there are, he'll probably be waiting for you to finish. He could help you if you want? If not, then he'll be munching away on the bags of candy you bought for him. And on that note, you're gonna have to command him to stay away from one of the bags if you want to set up a free candy bucket. Because it'll be long gone by the time you leave.

Actually trick-or-treating is pretty peaceful and fun! His bag remains empty throughout the night, because everything that goes into it goes into his stomach shortly after. As for the crappy-treat-giver? You warned him about them, but he still goes into a rampage. You have to command him to stop and walk away, and he only calms down when the next person gives him some more candy.

On the bright side, you think the fake "treat-giver" is going to be handing out actual treats next year.

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shotmrmiller · 3 months ago

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Hello, is this the place anons come to vent about their life? No? Well, here's my current situation. A guy I really liked made me have a situationship with him and I didn't even know, we had been going around with him inviting me over to his house to watch movies or play video games etc. It would always end in sex, even when I was actually looking forward to the movie or video game. As soon as he came, he would go, "Oh God, look at the time! You should go home!" "Well that was great. See ya next time!" I never! In the two years this went on came not even ones!! Sometimes we didn't even had penetration! I just gave him half a blowjob and he would cum. It always made me feel really bad he would always "make it up to me" with taking me out to eat. But either way, it always ended in sex. Fast forward a few days ago he texted me saying he actually wanted to build a friendship with me and get to actually know each other. And that he was very sorry about everything and he wanted to keep talking with me. I said yeah it was fine,but he did actually make me feel like shit. We talked things through, and he agreed to take me out to eat the next day at around 8. He didn't. Didn't answer my calls or texts for the next three days. In fact, he deleted me out of every single social media he had added me in. A couple of days later (this past Thursday), I go to the wedding of a mutual friend we have, and guess what. He has a girlfriend which he already has like 9 months of dating! He had the balls to go the table I was sitting with a couple of mutual friends and introduce her to us! And she's so freaking pretty I feel so horrible. I want to strangle him so bad it's not even a joke anymore i feel like a fool and a complete idiot :'(

and you're not telling her??? that he was cheating??? ohhhh i'd be giving graphic detail of what that pathetic gummy worm looks like just in case she wanna side with that waste of oxygen. i'm saddened for you that it went on for this long. terrible sex, no orgasms and HEAD??? i wouldn't be giving head without reciprocity to NO ONE!! but then again i went through this exact heartbreak back when i was 15 so i saw the light a lot sooner i reckon. (don't) fuck him, fuck the girl he with and focus on ya self. he sounds the type to send you a 2 am wyd text in the middle of the week id block and move on. anytime he wanna slink back like the worm he is you can pretend you don't know the bloke. new phone who dis.

seriously though i'm sorry :( forget what she does or does not look like none of that matters. worthless boys like him will treat you like garbage even if you're beyoncé herself. you nor your looks were the problem here, he was.

wash your hands clean of that filth. good fucking riddance. your broken heart will mend with time but he'll remain someone even his mama grimaces while thinking about. i wish i could give you hugs 🫂 and if i was near you i'd drive around his house with the lights off cuz now it's on sight. hope he ages like milk left out in the sun, that stupid ogre.

much, much love. drink your water, take your meds if you have any and eat well 💗 this too shall pass.

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strangersatellites · 2 years ago

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happy valentine’s day steddie nation! have some lumax & steddie shenanigans as a treat! i love you all! 🫶🏼

February 11th, 1987

It’s not that she’s particularly interested in watching E.T. again. It's more so the fact that the back of the VHS box has enough words that she can pretend to read it for an extended period of time without looking suspicious.

See, Max is a planner. She plans. Plots might actually be a better word. Perhaps even schemes.

Whatever. She plans.

When the time is right, she executes.

Luckily, Lucas is good for two (2) things.

Anything and everything Max asks of him

Causing problems on purpose

That’s how she finds herself here. Pretending to read the back of a movie she’s seen at least ten times while she acts like she’s not able to hear the conversation happening at the Family Video counter.

“Oh come on! It’s for Valentine’s Day!”

Steve stops whatever he’s trying to do on the tv and props a hand on his hip while he levels Lucas with a look.

“What makes you think I don’t have plans already, Sinclair? Huh? I could have my own date to plan for all you know.”

Lucas snorts. “Yeah, right. Please, Steve? I already told Max you said yes so she’s expecting it to be a whole thing! I’ll ask Eddie to drop us off and everything! Plus, my mom said we can only have a date if you chaperone and no offense, but I’m not taking you to a restaurant.”

“Well maybe we need to practice honesty in our relationships,” Steve says, pointing the tv remote at him. “You’re lucky Max is my favorite, or else you would’ve been in deep shit. Now what did you tell her I was cooking?”

Max has to hide a giggle behind the horror movie display at the way Lucas visibly sags in relief. He throws her a wink when Steve turns back to the screen.

*****

February 12th, 1987

Finding the money is easy.

It’s not Max’s fault Eddie is an absolute idiot and leaves his wallet in his unlocked van during Hellfire.

The man is just asking to be a victim of petty theft.

Plus, she doubts he even pays enough attention to the amount of money he has in there anyway. He probably won’t even know it's gone.

Picking the flowers out wasn’t difficult either.

Steve’s favorite flowers are tulips, and under any other circumstances they would be the obvious choice. But everyone knows a dozen red roses means true love.

And it's Valentine’s Day. Come on.

The florist had watched the pair look at all the flowers with a twinkle in her eye. No doubt she thought Lucas was buying them for Max.

Gross.

Convincing her that they needed them delivered to Family Video on Valentine’s Day was a little trickier.

“No they’re not for me, ew.” and “They’re for a friend.” and “Yes, we know it's last minute.”

But arguably the most difficult part had been choosing what to put on the card.

They’re sitting on the sidewalk outside the arcade writing and crossing out and writing again while everyone else is inside.

“Lucas, are you kidding me? We can’t just say Happy Valentine’s Day. That’s so lame.”

He throws his hands up in an exasperated gesture. “Well what else? We can’t be all ‘roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a big dumb idiot who won’t make a move.’”

Max snorts a laugh and gives him a conspiratory smile before she starts writing on the back of a receipt.

“No. But you know what we can do?”

*****

February 13th, 1987

“I don’t know… this feels a little risky.”

Max swats at Lucas’s bicep and glares.

“Just trust me. All we have to do is get Eddie there and his own desperate need to be nosy will do the rest.”

Lucas takes a deep breath in and accepts his fate. “If this doesn’t work it's your fault.”

She just rolls her eyes and shoves him up and off the couch.

They’re in the Wheeler’s basement finishing up yesterday’s campaign so they can all have Valentine’s day to do their own thing. Eddie called for a ten minute break after Mike and Dustin had to very nearly be physically held back during an argument about what move they should make next.

He’s propped on the arm of his chair and writing something in a little notebook when Lucas approaches.

“Uh hey, Eddie? Can I ask you something?”

The older boy raises his eyes up to meet Lucas’s and squints at him.

“Roll for charisma.”

Now it's Lucas’s turn to roll his eyes. “Are you serious?”

Eddie breaks into a bright smile and settles into his seat with a laugh. “Nah, man. What’s up, Sinclair?”

“Are you busy tomorrow? Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day I mean?”

Eddie’s brows furrow and he tilts his head a bit. “No way, dude. I’ll be sitting at home with a movie and a bowl of Wayne’s spaghetti if the past is any indication of how my day will play out. Besides, you know how I feel about all that shit.”

Max squints from her place on the couch braiding El’s hair. She does know how he feels about all that shit. She heard him telling Robin alllllllll about how he wanted to have a real Valentine’s Day date one day.

She’s grateful at this moment that he’s publicly sticking to his guns. No “forced conformity” in sight.

That would’ve ruined the plan.

“Perfect!” Lucas claps.

Max cringes but he recovers.

“Uh, I mean– I mean that’s perfect for me then! I was going to ask if you could come pick me up from Steve’s tomorrow. He told me he’d let me go through his closet and pick out something to wear.” He looks down and picks at a string on his jacket and Max has to hand it to him. His acting skills are pretty impressive. “I’m taking Max on a real date tomorrow.”

Eddie’s face softens and he cuts the shit with his false bravado almost instantly.

“That’s sweet, man. But why can’t Harrington drive you to Max’s exactly?”

And shit.

Max didn’t think Eddie would question him. Not with the way he drives them places all the time.

Then again so does Steve. So maybe that was a bit of an oversight.

But Lucas takes it in stride. “Oh he said something about cooking for his own date when I leave.”

Max might be a bit more worried about Lucas’s ability to lie off the cuff if she weren’t so impressed.

Eddie just nods. “Sure, kiddo. I’ll be there at 7 o’clock sharp.”

Easy.

Now they wait.

*****

February 14th, 1987

Max is sitting on the counter swinging her feet while Steve and Robin bicker back and forth about what order the new display movies should go in.

It’s ten minutes before six and she’s starting to get nervous.

Her inner monologue is screaming, “I knew she would forget to deliver them.”

Just about the time she’s going to ask to use Keith’s phone to call Lucas, the florist van pulls up.

Steve furrows his brow and looks at Robin. She just raises her shoulders and shakes her head. He opens the door and leans against it.

A young girl hops out of the passenger seat with the prettiest bouquet of red roses Max has ever seen. She has to bite back her own smile.

“Hi!” The girl greets while rustling through the leaves to find the card. “Delivery for uh– Stevie?”

Robin snorts and slaps a hand over her mouth.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and stutters out a “I’ll just get those. Yeah– yeah thanks. Have a good one,” and comes back inside.

Max puts on her game face when he puts them on the counter and steps back with his hands on his hips.

Robin has propped her chin in her hands and is looking on with barely concealed glee.

Max levels him with a bored look. “So… What does the card say?”

He reaches for the card and reads it quietly to himself. If Max isn’t mistaken, his cheeks are dusted with a pink flush.

He smiles and laughs. “They’re from Eds.”

Eds? Gross.

“Dear Stevie, something happened and I'm head over heels. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, Eddie.”

Robin mimes being struck by Cupid and Steve giggles at her antics and thumbs over the petals of one of the flowers with a soft smile.

Before Max can unpack that, the door bursts open so hard the bell swings into the glass with a clang.

Steve’s head snaps to the door with a “LUCAS!” already ringing out through the store.

He holds his hands up in a placating gesture and catches his breath.

“Sorry! Sorry! Max, you ready to go?”

And, oh. Right.

She hops off the counter and grabs her bag. Spins around to Robin and Steve with a smile.

She leans in to whisper, “We’re going somewhere on a date tonight. He thinks I don’t know.”

Robin bites back another smile and salutes Lucas while Steve laughs under his breath and grabs his own keys and the vase off the counter.

“Have fun kiddos! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Robin calls out as they take off out the door.

*****

As riveting as the idea of hiding in a bush and watching Steve cook and sing to himself for an hour sounds, in practice it is painfully boring.

“Seriously? We couldn’t have just gone to the arcade until 7 o’clock?” Lucas angry-whispers.

Max adjusts her elbows on her knees so her binoculars are steadier.

“No. We need to be here to make sure everything goes to plan.”

Lucas groans and Max gives him an aggressive shush.

“Steve already liked the flowers and he double checked with me yesterday that you still wanted his homemade pizza. Literally all Eddie has to do is show up and take the bait.”

Now it’s Max who’s groaning. “Ugh, I don’t know, okay! But it's like five minutes ‘til seven anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

It’s just when they see Steve set the plates on either side of the bouquet on the table that they hear the sound of Eddie’s van turning into the driveway.

They both inhale sharply and duck further behind the bushes.

When Eddie climbs out he looks… nice.

Nice for Eddie at least.

There’s no chains, no dirty sneakers. Instead there’s a black button up and his nice boots. He’s got his hair half pulled up and all of his earrings in.

Max and Lucas share a bewildered look. Surely he didn’t lie about not having plans tonight, right?

Realistically the two know they’re too far away to hear or be heard but that doesn’t stop them from holding their breath as Eddie knocks on the door.

Steve opens it with a towel slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed the part too. Dark jeans and a dark red sweater, looking exactly like a parent chaperoning a kid’s date.

His smile is bright as he opens the door and gestures for Eddie to come inside.

They stand beside the foyer window and chat while the two look on through binoculars with bated breath.

“Surely Eddie’s noticed I’m not there by now, right?” Lucas questions.

Max hums and nods. “Yeah and I’m guessing that Steve has realized Eddie isn’t dropping us off either.”

The two boys throw their heads back in what they can only assume to be hearty laughter from their lack of sound. Steve nods his head towards the kitchen and Eddie gestures for him to lead the way.

“It worked! Max! It actually worked! He’s staying!”

Steve pulls out Eddie’s chair and lights the candles; dims the lights, and takes his own seat.

Max just laughs. “Of course it worked. They’ve been into each other for months! They’re both just too stupid to notice it without a little push!”

They look on in silence as Steve has magically procured a bottle of wine and two glasses and is filling them while they talk.

Lucas smiles and nudges Max with his shoulder. “Dude. Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

She smiles back and punches his arm. “Yeah. Best one ever.”

*****

Meanwhile in the Harrington House

“So, should we tell them?”

Eddie snorts. “Tell them what? That we knew they were trying to set us up or that we’ve been together for four months?”

Now it’s Steve who’s laughing. “I was thinking more about the fact that we can see them in the bushes.”

“Nah. I want to keep that one until I need to sandbag them for something.”

Steve shakes his head and looks at the table.

Eddie grabs his hand and lowers his voice to a whisper. “Hey.”

Steve looks up and meets his eyes, gets a little lost in the way they sparkle in the candlelight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

He lifts Eddie’s hand and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, the new devil ring Steve gave him before he left this morning.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eds.”

Maybe if Max and Lucas had looked a little closer, they would have noticed that the plates on the table didn’t have homemade pizza, they had spaghetti.

That the bouquet on the table wasn’t a dozen roses.

It was tulips.

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