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Should I Stay or Should I go? — Housewardens x gn! reader

summery: you have the option to stay in Twisted Wonderland or to go to your home world...which would you choose?

tw: angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms

wc: 3.3k

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You stare in shock as Crowley pats himself on his back, chuckling to himself about how generous he was. He had finally found you a way home. Something you weren’t sure you even wanted anymore, but what other choice did you have? It’s not like you could stay…right?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddle Rosehearts

“I see,” Riddle hums, trying to not let his voice shake. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, you had been searching for a way home this entire time, your leave was bound to happen. But gosh did it feel like his heart was tearing itself apart at the moment. He had secretly hoped that there wasn’t a way for you to go back, as shameful as that was. You had completely changed his life, and he had hoped that you would continue to be by his side, but the choice was yours. It was your life, and he would support you no matter what.

You Leave

Riddle almost didn’t even show to say goodbye to you, but he couldn’t let you leave on bad terms. He felt his heart shatter as you disappeared through the mirror, never to see you again. He felt angry at first, seething about how selfish you were to leave him, how angry he was to allow himself to get so attached to someone who was never going to stay. Riddle nearly became a tyrant again, taking his anger out on those around him, Trey barely keeping him in check.

Then, his anger simmered into sadness. Why had you left? Was this world really so bad? Was he not enough? Of course, the person who teaches him it's okay to not be perfect doesn’t hesitate to leave him. His change is obvious, he had become so happy with you around, and now that you were gone he had dulled exponentially. He will move on eventually, but in the meantime he finds himself writing you letters, wishing you were around to help him in these hard times.

You Stay

“A-are you sure?” Riddle couldn’t help but stutter when you first told him. Ever since you told him Crowley found you a way home, he had been preparing to see you disappear. To live a life without you in it. So when you told him you wanted to stay he found his heart jumping for joy, unsure if he should get his hopes up. Did you really, truely want to stay? To leave all your old friends and family behind? Have you thought this through enough?

“Yes,” You stated firmly, determination clear in your eyes. “I want to stay.”

Riddle does whatever he can to help you with your transition. Do you need to file paperwork to become a citizen? Of course, where do you wish to live? He’ll give you the appropriate paperwork and even help you fill it out and send it to the correct offices. Riddle will also spend more time with you, he had clearly taken your presence for granted, and he’d be damned if he did so again. He wants to make sure you don’t regret your decision of staying, and he hopes you choose to keep him by your side.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Leona Kingscholar

Leona glowered at you, snarling out, “Why do I care?” His tail flicked about irritably, the pain in his chest instantly turning into anger. “Just leave for all I care.” Why did he keep talking? He was making things worse, but pushing people away was his defense mechanism, and he wasn’t gonna let you know how much he actually cared. How much he wished you would stay, how he wished he wouldn’t come second once more. All he could do was try to ignore the impending doom he felt in his heart, ignore the fact that perhaps he was just as alone as he thought.

You Leave

Leona didn’t bother to say goodbye. Lying in his bed, trying to ignore the fact that you were leaving for good at this very moment. Ruggie had tried to get him to go, but was only met with snarls and swiping claws. Leona was livid at the thought of you. Who the hell did you think you were to play with his feelings like that? You were a good for nothing pompous asshole like the rest of them, preaching about being better and leaving like a selfish jerk.

…so why did he miss you so much?

He felt like a complete fool, longing for the time you were still around. Wishing you’d somehow find your way back into his arms. But he knew better, he wasn’t that naive. You were gone for good. Decided that he wasn’t as important to you as he thought. Leona had become more irritable than before if possible, sleeping the days away as it had become harder for him to get up. He’ll never admit how much you mean to him, not even when it’s been years since you left.

You Stay

Leona looked at you like you were stupid, ear twitched and tail swaying. He couldn’t deny how giddy he felt seeing you enter his room instead, his tail giving away his true emotions. Leona couldn’t help but smirk smugly, eyes glinting with pride.

“Of course you’d stay,” He gloated. “You’d be stupid to leave.”

As a prince to the royal family of Sunset Savanna, he can wave his hand and you’re a citizen, no need to worry your pretty little head about any of that. You need a job? He’ll hire you…to be his personal pillow. Yeah, his favoritism is showing, he’s just so glad that you stayed. He finds himself folding for you a bit more, wanting to prove that you made the right choice. Leona also becomes more clingy. You had managed to scare him (a feat no one’s done before), and he didn’t like it one bit. So he makes sure it won’t happen again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Azul Ashengrotto

No. No no no no this can’t be happening. You can’t be leaving him. Was he not good enough? Were you not happy? How could he convince you to stay? Perhaps he could make a contract that would force you to stay…no. He promised you he wouldn’t, but he was actively witnessing his control slipping through his fingers, the person he cared dearly for threatening to leave. Azul loved you so greatly, was it not enough? He was spirling, terribly. He’s selfish, and it shows in the way he tries to convince you to stay, free dinners and exploring only the best parts of Twisted Wonderland. He could only hope that he managed to show you why you should stay.

You Leave

Azul feels his heart beat out of his chest as you smiled sadly at all your friends. Watching in pure terror as you waved goodbye.

“Please don’t go,” He pleaded, falling to his knees and grabbing your hands. He was making it worse. He knew he was. Groveling at your feet like a fool, tears falling down his cheeks. Your apology rings empty as you untangle from his grasp and step through the mirror. Azul will never forget that moment, the moment you tore his heart to shreds. That moment would forever haunt him. Azul finds himself slowly receding back to how he used to be. You had seen a side of him no one else had, which had opened him up to you, but you were gone now.

By the seven, he hated how much he loved you. Are you happy now? Have you found yourself in the arms of someone else? Someone better? Azul was inconsolable, finding comfort in bad habits, swindling people for power once more. He knew it was wrong, knew it wouldn’t end well, but what else did he have? No one else would care for him the way you did.

You Stay

“I-I can’t go back,” You stuttered, pulling away from the mirror. There was a collective sigh of relief from your friends. Azul found himself nearly buckling at the way you turned to look at him. He didn’t even realize he was crying until you wiped his tears away, pulling him into a hug. He couldn’t stop thanking you, holding you tightly like you’d vanish…you nearly had after all. You think his pampering before your decision was bad? Now he’s going all out, treating you like the royalty you were. Jewelry, the finest cooked meals, you ask for it and it’s yours.

It’s like your choice has strengthened his devotion to you. You had chosen him over your old life, your old world. What more could he want? He’s planning your wedding as we speak. To get married you need to be a citizen? Done. Are you kidding? He’s got the tweels to dig up dirt on many officials, would you expect any less from him? Azul’s love for you feels like a never ending black hole, a chasm that will never run out. He finds himself wondering if you feel the same. You had stayed, after all.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the ultimate supporter. Cheering on whatever decision you make. Don’t get me wrong, he’s disheartened at the thought of you leaving, but he doesn’t want to influence your decision. You were one of the few people that Kalim could whole-heartedly trust,so he decides to throw party after party. His own way of distracting himself from the terrible feeling in his heart. Perhaps…he allows himself to hope that you’ll change your mind. That you’ll realize how much you’ll miss this world, miss magic, miss him…

You Leave

Kalim can feel his smile try to break, but he refuses to let you go unsure. Kalim isn’t used to things not going his way, not that he doesn’t respect you, it’s just that the whole situation feels…off. Like this is all a bad dream and he’ll wake up and you’re still there. But unfortunately, this is reality, and the last time Kalim sees you is when you turn and enter the mirror. Days pass, and Kalim finds himself thinking about you. You always liked having meals with him and Jamil, you liked going on magic carpet rides. He finds himself buying things he’d think you’d like only to remember you’re not here to receive them anymore, keeping all the items in a storage room, just in case you come back.

Thinking about you is like a warm fuzzy day. Kalim misses you, but he’s content. He hopes you're happy, living your best life. He continues to cherish your memories as he grows older, still thinking of you as a dear friend. There’s still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he’ll see you again, that you both could catch up…but he knows that’s a foolish notion.

You Stay

Kalim couldn’t help but cheer when you staggered away from the mirror, not hesitating to pull you into a hug.

“We should celebrate!” Kalim exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Jamil will cook your favorite foods! And we can dance and sing until our feet and throats are sore!”

Like Azul, Kalim finds himself buying you more things and pampering you. Can you blame him? He’s just so happy you stayed! You need citizenship? He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s got you covered (sorry Jamil). Kalim gets clinger if possible, always wanting to be holding you. He can’t help but wonder what his life would be like without you, and he’s not sure he’d ever want to experience that. You have become a crucial part of his life in a short span of time, and he hopes you continue to choose to stay with him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Vil Schoenheit

There was a mix of emotions when you told him. Most negative. His gaze sharpened, scrutinizing on how you felt about this situation, one feeling seemed the most prominent. You were unsure. Vil had to admit, he grew used to your presence, longing for it, strangely. He cared for you so much that he found himself taking a step back. This was your decision, and he respected that. As much as he wanted you to stay, he wouldn’t deny you your freedom of choice. Though Vil has to admit…he selfishly wanted you to stay because of him.

You Leave

Of course. He should’ve expected nothing less. You had confided in your desires to go home, he wasn’t sure why he deluded himself to believe you wouldn’t go. To think you would choose him as your top priority. Vil watches with a hint of disdain as you vanish so easily from his life. No, that’s not completely true. There are still hints of your presence in the items you left in his room, the items you left in Ramshackle, the memories inked into his mind.

Still, life had to continue. Vil had no time to stew in his hurt feelings as he had a job to do. He couldn’t let your parting smear his image, he had to stay on top of himself. No slacking allowed. In enough time, Vil won’t feel as hurt, instead grateful for the time you spent with him and accept that if this was what made you happier than so be it. The last thing Vil wished was to hold you back from your full potential, and if this is what you wished, who was he to deny you?

You Stay

A flash of smugness overcame him before his fondness took over. Vil doesn’t hesitate to usher you away from the mirror chamber, feeling his heart finally settle its anxious state. He had never been so scared of losing something, not even when he had lost the VDC. Losing that had made him angry beyond belief, losing you? That would’ve hurt him in ways he didn’t want to think about.

Where does he take you the next day? Well the spa of course. You must have been so stressed these past few days, so what better than to help you relax now that the decision is over? Will pamper you like no other for the next few days. Citizenship? Don’t worry, he’s got his lawyers handling it. What did he say about worrying? He doesn’t want you to get any more fatigued than you already are. Don’t worry darling, he’s got everything handled.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Idia Shroud

Instant panic. Locks himself in his room for a while, trying to wrap his mind around losing another person he dearly cares about. Doesn’t even let Ortho in, effectively isolating himself. Once he calms down just a bit, he tries desperately to convince you to stay. Why would you want to leave? This world has magic, and you never even talked about your world, so therefore it must suck. Idia grasps for straws, hoping that something will stick and you’ll decide to stay.

You Leave

Idia, like Leona, locks himself in his room the day you leave. Doesn’t even use his tablet to give you a farewell. No, that’s much too painful for him to even think about. Immediately goes to his first coping mechanism, creating a human-like android. Refuses to leave his room for any reason while he creates a copy of you, but no matter how hard he tries, he seems to fail at replicating your likeness. Why do your eyes look so lifeless when you smile? That’s not right. Similar to Ortho, your android's eyes are covered, Idia not able to come to terms with your absence.

It’s honestly sad how Idia finds himself constantly tweaking at your cpu. You say you like the wrong thing and he just has to fix it because otherwise this isn’t you and he needs you. He can’t accept the fact that you left him willingly. You loved him, didn’t you? Why did you leave him? Even your android couldn’t fully console him as it ran its mechanical hands through his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his best to imagine it was really you who was whispering sweet nothings to him.

You Stay

You don’t even make it to the mirror room, instead knocking on Idia’s door rapidly. Ortho quickly ushers you in, rushing you towards Idia who is laying on his bed with the blankets pulled over his head.

“Leave me alone,” Idia groans out, pushing further into his blankets.

“Idia…” You murmured, causing him to nearly cry out. He couldn’t believe you were here instead of going back to your world, and when you say you're going to stay? He’s sobbing into your neck and holding you like you were going to disappear. Now Idia gets anxious about you leaving, finding himself buying you random merch from games and series you like, hoping you never change your mind. He needs a lot of reassurance. When you state your worry about being able to live in Twisted Wonderland since you technically weren’t a citizen. Pshh, that’s what you’re worried about? You do know he works for an ultra security company, right? He can give you clearance to whatever you wish.

Idia’s just so, so, so happy that you choose him, something he still can’t believe is real. That you’re still by his side for the foreseeable future.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Malleus Draconia

Thunder rumbles in the distance as rain starts to pour. Even though the weather gives away his true feelings, Malleus gives you a strained smile. He had come to cherish you with his whole being, and it hurt to know that you were going to leave, but he wouldn’t let his selfishness get the best of him. You deserved to go home, and if that was your old world, then so be it. Just please allow him to spend these last moments by your side. He wishes to make your last moments in Twisted Wonderland truly magical.

You Leave

The wind whips wildly outside, rain hurling towards the ground as you wave goodbye to your friends. The weather reflected the frowns on your friends' faces, not to mention Malleus who approached you, bowing his head and planting a loving kiss to the back of your hand.

“I shall cherish you forever, my dear child of man.”

You had nearly started crying, but you held strong, entering the mirror and returning to your world. Malleus was unsure of what to do after you left, finding himself lost. He’d appear in front of Ramshackle, wishing that you’d come walking out of the front door and greet him with your lovely smile. Instead, the crickets chirped, the dorm you had claimed as your own oddly silent.

Hints of you still existed. Little trinkets you had forgotten in his room, consuming foods that were your favorite, finding jewelry and clothing he’d think you’d like. You were a bittersweet memory that he wishes he had more time to experience. He wishes you well, wherever you are.

You Stay

The harsh winds and thundering rain slowed before disappearing altogether, leaving the sun to shine brightly on the now wet infrastructure. Malleus watched with wide eyes as you grasped his hand, pulling away from the mirror.

“I think I’d rather stay.”

That was all you needed to say for Malleus to send you a blinding smile, kissing the back of your hand. He hadn’t felt this exhilarated in a long, long time, wishing to celebrate your stay with a grand feast. Perhaps a ball? Briar Valley hasn’t had one of those in a while. Or perhaps you’d like to celebrate by shopping? Whatever you wish and it’s yours. You’d just like to spend the night? Why of course, child of man, he would be delighted to have you by his side. You don’t even have to question anything about citizenship, you were already seen as a resident of Briar Valley and Malleus was the prince, he could do what he wanted in this regard.

In fact, Malleus couldn’t seem to stop smiling, feeling rejuvenated every time he saw your figure in the distance. Nothing could beat the joy of seeing you for another day, spending time by your side and listening to your rants. He wouldn’t change it for the world, and he’s glad you wouldn’t either.

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kaliforniahigh · 20 hours ago

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I just left an abusive relationship. I need some comfort😭 If your comfortable with it could you do a fluff one where the reader runs to Noah when leaving. I need a reader runs into his arms and gives the most comforting hug in the world. Maybe falls in love even?

No, take me home, take me home where I belong - n.s.

Hi, anon! I'm sorry this happened to you and I'm so proud of you for leaving. I'm hoping this fic brings you some kind of comfort <3

Warnings: this fic deals with the descriptions of an abusive relationship, please contact someone if you need help <3 Reader's boyfriend threatens to hit her, but it doesn't actually happen, reader threatens him back, mentions of knives, cursing, yelling and crying. Soft fluff in the end :)

WC: 2.5k.

It was yet another night of arguing and screaming at each other.

"I don't understand why you have to trail after him everywhere he goes!" your boyfriend told you, voice reverberating inside the apartment.

You met Peter a few months ago, and then, Bad Omens was on a long and well-deserved break from touring. By default, you were on a break as well, because you worked with them.

From the beginning, Peter had a very obvious problem with Noah. You reassured him everytime that you two were just friends, but something told you he never believed you.

You met Noah before you met everyone else in the bad. You worked for another band he was friends with, and met him when he attended one of their concerts in LA.

You clicked instantly and after a while, Matt offered you a position to work for Bad Omens. Looking for new experiences, you accepted.

"What is so fucking hard to understand, Peter? I work for them for God's sake!", you yelled back from the dining room, where you were seated.

"Oh, so I'm just supposed to accept that you'll be alone with the guy who makes heart eyes at you every chance he gets?", you sighed out loud at his remark. Before you met Peter, you and Noah always had some kind of banter going on, that sometimes turned into flirting. But everytime one of you had something going on with someone, you completely stopped out of respect.

You were sure Noah hasn't flirted with you in the months you were with Peter.

"Are you seriously bringing this up again?", you asked, voice even losing it's loudness, as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I am!", he got in front of you and slammed his fist on the table, catching you off-guard and making you jump a little. "God knows what you'll be doing with him, alone on a tour bus"

You rolled your eyes at this and apparently, the action enraged him more.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, you fucking brat", he pointed a finger at you.

"I'm gonna roll my eyes as much as I want, because you're being a fucking idiot!", you stood up now. If he thought he was going to intimidate you, he was very mistaken. You were not afraid of pathetic little men like him.

"You roll my eyes at me, and I'll slap the attitude right out of you", he was seething now, trying to regain control over the situation. You could tell he was never talked to this way.

Having enough of this conversation, and Peter, you turned around and opened the kitchen drawer, grabbing a butcher knife and pointing it at him.

"Oh, you're gonna hit me? I'd like to see you fucking try", you could see the surprise on his face as you exteded the knife towards his face.

"Wh-What are you doing?", he stammered a little over his words. You wanted to laugh.

"You think you're the only who can threaten people? News flash-alert, you're not"

You can hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, your blood pumping through your veins. Sure, you were able to hold your own, but what if he decides to not leave you alone? What are you gonna do? You're not sure you had the courage to ACTUALLY stab someone.

You looked around for your phone, seeing that it was forgotten on the other side of the living room. So calling 911 was not an option right now.

"Put the knife down and let's talk about his a little more calmly", he said, voice lower than before, putting his hands up and walking slowly towards you.

"I don't want to talk any longer. I want you out of my apartment", you tried to keep your voice even, but you could hear a little tremble of nervousness seep through.

"I always knew this was going to end like this", he scoffed. "You're going to call him once I leave aren't you? I should've known you were a whore the first time I met you", he looked at you with complete disdain written on his face. If you weren't so eager to get this man to leave your place, you would give him a few choice words.

Your apartment was always your safe haven. You were very particular about who you would let come into your place. And right now, you were wishing you were anywhere but here, with Peter in your face and you having to pull a knife on him.

"I want you to leave!", you exclaimed. He just shook his head and turned around, walking towards your front door.

You held the knife still in your hands, not being able to anticipate his next move. He could just leave, but he could also turn around and lunge himself at you. So you stayed rooted to your place.

Without another word, he twisted the door knob and left your apartment, slamming the door behind him, which caused you to jump a little.

Waiting a few seconds to make sure he wasn't coming back, you walked over to the window in your living room, and observed as he got into his car and drove away into the streets.

Letting out a huge sigh, you locked the door and grabbed your phone from the center table.

Now that he was gone, your hands were shaking and you could barely hold the phone in your hands. Tears started to well in your eyes from how intense the situation had just been.

Taking a few deep breaths, you were able to find Noah's contact and click on the call button. It ringed a couple of times before his voice came through the speaker.

"Hey, sweetheart. What's up?", his voice was light and he greeted you in a cheerful tone. Listening to him speak brought you a sense of comfort, but it also made you completely break. Finally feeling safe enough to let your emotions consume you. So you let out a broken sob.

"Noah", you were able to mutter his name in the middle of your cries.

"Y/N, what's wrong. Why are you crying?", his voice was alarmed now, and he repetead the question when you didn't answer him.

"Can you come over?", you asked.

"I'm already gettin in the car. Please tell what happened", he pleaded with you, and you could hear the sound from the engine of his car.

"It's Peter"

Noah felt his body go cold at your words. He couldn't say he ever liked the man, but he never thought about the possibility of him hurting you.

"What about Peter? What did that motherfucker do to you?", he hit the gas pedal a little harder, wanting to get to you as soon as he can.

"It's not what you're thinking. Just get here, please", your small and resignated voice broke him, and he soften up a little.

"I'm almost there, ok? Do you want me to stay on the line?", he asked you, taking a right turn and he was about 5 minutes way from your place now.

"Yes, please", you answered, voice a little calmer, but he could tell you were tired, emotionally exhausted.

"Ok, I'm 5 minutes away. Did you lock the door? Where are you?", he wanted to keep you talking, he wanted to hear your voice and know you were somewhat ok for now.

"I saw him leave and then I locked the front door. I'm in the living room"

"I'm pulling up outside right now, can you buzz me in?", he asked and he could hear you get up from your spot. He saw you in the living room window from where he parked in front of your place.

He got out of the car and then went up to your apartment. He found the door unlocked already when he twisted the knob.

A soon as he made his way inside, you were throwing yourself into his arms. He hugged you back, but tried to look around the place from over your shoulders. That's when he spotted the knife sitting on the center table in your living room. A chill ran up his spine, as he distanced himself from you, and looked over your body for any signs of injury.

"I'm ok. I'm not hurt", you tried to comfort him.

"Y/N. Why is there a knife over there?", he asked, desperately needing you to explain that the hell happened.

"Peter came over", you started, making your way to the couch and sitting down. Noah followed after you and sat beside you. "We had an argument because of the upcoming tour".

You didn't want to give him the details of the argument. Didn't wanna tell him about Peter's jealousy and how he told you that Noah gave you heart eyes all the time.

Deep down, you knew that Peter's accusations were not completely unfounded. You did catch Noah's eyes from across the room from time to time, as if you were always searching for each other. Always drawn to be looking for him when you were in the same room.

Whenever it happened, you could see something in his eyes that you never really had the time to unpack what it meant. He was not only your friend, but he was your co-worker as well. And you couldn't imagine the way involving yourself with him could damage the dinamic you already had.

"An argument because of tour?", he asked, confused. Why would Peter start an argument because of your job?

"Yeah"

"And the knife?", he pressed. He could tell there was something you were not telling him.

"Well, it escalated. He got a little agitated and I had to grab the knife to defend myself if needed", you said, but you could see in his eyes that he was not buying this.

"So, he started an argument because of tour, got angry and you had the grab a knife?", he summarized what you just told him, and you nodded in agreement. "What is it that you're not telling me?".

"That was all", you shrugged your shoulders, but diverted your gaze from his.

"No, it's not. You're hiding something from me, and I don't understand why you would do that", he was getting frustrated now. He wanted to help you, but how could he when you wouldn't tell him the truth?

"I don't know what you want me to say. That was literally it"

"I want you to tell me the truth", he was being direct, while you were trying to avoid him. You really didn't need another argument right now.

"I'm telling you the truth", you put your hands up in surrender.

"Was it about me?", he asked, bluntly. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Was the argument about me?", he repeated the question.

"Why would the argument be about you?", you shot back. He sighed and ran his hands over his face.

"You don't think I notice the way Peter looks at me? He fucking despises me. And I happen to be the person you're going on tour with", he said, with a sarcastic chuckle. "So, tell me. Was the argument about me?"

You could try, but you knew you couldn't lie to him any longer. You didn't want to anyway, you hated hiding things from him.

"Yeah, it was", you admitted.

Noah didn't know how he felt about that. Did Peter hate him that much to start an argument in which you had to grab a knife to defend yourself?

"He kept telling me how he didn't trust me going on tour with you. How he didn't trust us together in a tour bus", you rolled your eyes when you said this. "Then I got angry at him, and he got angry at me. He threatened to hit me, so grabbed the knife and pointed it at him"

"He threatened to hit you?", he asked, getting slightly agitated at the idea of a man trying to hit you.

"He said he was going to slap the attitude out of me", you chuckled darkly, remembering the look on Peter's face when he said this.

Noah got up and started to pace the room. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to relieve the agitation and anger running through his body.

"You're so much better than I am, because I would've stabbed that motherfucker. Who the fuck does he think he is?", he said, shaking his head.

"I'm ok. He left and I'm pretty I'm never seeing him again", you got up and put a hand on his arm, feeling how wound up he was.

"He better never come around again", he stated, a hidden promise in his words. "I'm just glad he didn't lay a hand on you", he grabbed your face in his hands, running his thumb over your cheeks.

"He said something though, that stuck with me", you said in a lower voice. Not really sure if you wanted to bring this up.

"What was it?", he matched your tone of voice.

"He said you make heart eyes at me from across the room", you gave him a timid smile, looking at him through your lashes.

"Damn it. Then I wasn't as subtle as I thought", he kept stroking your cheeks, now sporting a cheeky smile on his face. "I'm sorry though. I knew you were in a relationship and I should've stopped. Maybe if I had, this argument wouldn't have happened"

"It happened because Peter is an insecure and small man. It's not on you that he feels thereatened by your presence", you tried to reassure him. "I might have reciprocated the looks one time or two anyway"

He smiled at you, and a silence fell over you for a few seconds, before he spoke up again.

"After this Peter thing, I don't want you dating any of these man", he told you, but you could tell he had something else to say, so you kept quiet and let him go on. "I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine. I don't want to hide the way I look at you, or the way I feel about you anymore. I want everyone to know how fucking smitten I am with you"

You let his words sink in. The words you've been wanting to hear for so long but didn't know how much you actually needed it until now.

"I don't want anyone else anymore. I don't want anyone else but you", you admitted. "You don't have to hide anything anymore". You get up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

His hands moved from your face to your hips, pulling you closer to his body while he deepened the kiss. His lips felt so good against yours, the perfect balance between roughness and softness. It was even better than how you imagined kissing Noah would be.

After parting, trying to regain your breaths.

"This tour is about to be so good", he looked you in the eyes and said. You laughed at his remark and planted your lips against his once again.

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choas232 · 2 days ago

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G/N Chatty reader x Steb 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Summary: In which you grapple with feelings you don’t yet understand by talking a certain enforcer’s ears off. Forced proximity makes everything worse, as it tends to.

CWs: Profanity. Canon typical violence. Reader has some bias about Zaunites they probably need to work on. I wrote most of this at 10pm at night, so be warned.

No use of Y/N, neutral terms and they/them are used to refer the reader. Set in episode three, season 2.

Word count: 2.9k

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

“God. I’m starving. And tired. I barely slept at allllll last night. Do you think the Grey’s keeping us awake? Our glorious leader Kiramman sure wants it to, dragging us along at this cracking speed. It’s been a whole week, too. I’m gonna drop dead, at this rate.” You lament. Your fellow enforcer does not comment from his place behind you, his footsteps echoing around the pipe.

Graffiti crowds the metal surface, amateur artworks, declarations of love, violence, and scripts you don’t recognise cramming themselves over one another, space sparse and sought after. It’s not Jinx’s work. Still, there’s a chill on your back you choose to attribute to the profanities.

The people of the underground sure know how to decorate, that’s for sure.

You two have been chosen to scout out a fairly low-danger area in search of a Zuanite’s sighting of Jinx. He did say it after a hefty heaping of Grey was funnelled into his lungs and a gun was held to his head, but Caitlyn is paranoid enough to bark at shadows, and you will oblige, if only to keep her happy.

It’s not like any of you are much better. Loris is quieter than ever, Maddie jumps at the smallest sounds and of your companion… you have no idea. You never have. Steb’s inner workings remain a mystery to you.

You turn. “Are we there yet? We should be there soon, right?” Steb nods distantly, more focused on the setting around you.

This part of the pipes is yet to be flooded with grey, so you can see him clearly without the obscuring mask.

His light teal skin, thin lips, nose, sharp, angular features. His neat uniform. His polished posture. He is distinctly and utterly out of place amongst the chaos that surrounds you. His eyes are so blue. So opalescent, shining like pearls in his eye sockets. Is that weird to notice? How much detail is it normal to notice about someone? You should probably stop looking.

His ribbed ears flick back, ever so slightly, eyes flicking to meet yours for a brief moment.

You look away. “Uh.” His eyes. His blue eyes. Blue. “God. I’m sooo hungry. Hah. I haven’t eaten since this morning. The rations are running out, and all the Zaunite stuff Vi is bringing in is uhm, questionable.”

You don’t look behind you again, your mouth moving quicker. Your breath is tight, probably because of the steady stream of words flowing from your mouth. You think. “I would kill for a good sandwich. Or two. I might have to resort to cannibalism—”

Hands enclose around your collar and yank you back with force.

Below you, a human sized-hole lined with rusted, broken metal grating, a slowly, ever spinning fan—

Your heart staggers in your chest like a drunkard. Images of your empaled, scraped, body twisted and pressed beyond recognition cram into your skull, rattle and scream.

“Fuck.” You mumble, quietly. Steb’s hand releases your collar. “C-close one. Thanks. Fish-sticks. How didn’t I see that?” You laugh. He doesn’t. It isn’t funny.

He brushes the shoulder pads of your uniform off, carefully but hastily looking you up and down. He keeps a respectable distance between you, but you can still see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You mimic him. Your mouth feels dry.

He fixes you with a look as his hands drop to his sides, and although his face usually retains some semblance of ambiguity on it, you know exactly what he’s thinking. Watch where you’re going.

“Sorry doc. I…” You trail off. You should stop talking. You probably talk so much around him because he makes you nervous. Why does he make you nervous? Your usual slamming of thoughts trickles dry. You have no idea.

Carefully, you two traverse over the great gaping hole in the pipework. How did you miss it? You don’t sure don’t miss how Steb watches you hawk-like though, and the following guilt is low and prickling in your gut. He goes first, and every small unprompted movement of yours has him stiffening, arm moving to steady you.

“Jeez. Don’t mother hen me, I’m all grown-up, I assure you.” You bat him away, landing with a clang! of the metal against your boots as you leap across the last segment. His frown is resounding.

A corner stretches before you, now. You let him go first with a swing of your arm just in case the metal of the pipe opens up to attempt to swallow you yet again. “All yours,” He obliges.

It’s an open space. Milky green light filters through the roofing, painting the graffiti stained flooring monochromatic and hazy. Two other pipes adjoin to the room, and a mural of Janna clad in white laced with metallic armour bounds over the walls. It looks exactly like what was described, which is worrying, because hey, Jinx!

The sniffling child is even more worrying, though. Looking up, she brushes away dark locks from her face and bursts into prompt tears. “Please, m-my-my… my leg. it really hurts.” She wails.

Sure enough, one of her legs is crushed under a slab of tin, making itself known as the cause of the light filtering through the roof. “Please. Please.” Snot dribbles down onto her ragged shirt, her big brown eyes blown wide.

Steb is already gone before you can access the situation, bounding over.

Poor kid. You wince, tapping your fingers against your lips. Probably just playing with the ball you see perched nearby when shoddy craftmanship led to tragedy. Still… “Jeez. Think to consider a trap? No? Just me.” You mutter.

“Just you.” The voice from behind you amusedly whispers, and then you feel the cool rim of the gun pressed against your skull.

Fear makes a mockery out of you. Your thoughts accelerate, snapping at each others heels, but you cannot think. You aren’t really the brawlers of the team. He’s the field medic, for fuck’s sake, and while you can handle yourself in a fight this is more of a Vi job. You regret mocking her cuisine choices. This is probably some kind of sick karma. Sick? You feel sick. God, your stomach is writhing, your insides eating each other up.

Steb, still blinded by his tunnel vision, hauls the tin off of the girl. His ears flick down as he peers down at the clean space beneath, clean of blood and gore. Her leg, unblemished and by all means healthy looking, curls back into her body, and then she bursts outwards like a spring, down the nearest tunnel.

Too late, he looks back at you.

“I’m sure they require you topsiders to rattle a few braincells together to wear that fancy uniform. They don’t need allll of them, do they?” The man holding the gun to your head calls out to him. Flesh drips from his arms, lanky and lean, pressing against your neck as he holds you into him. You smell the shimmer on his breath before you see his blood lined eyes.

Steb jerks forwards. Bruisingly, the gun slams into your skull. “Move and their brains go BOOM! Hands in the air. Now.” He snarls, and Steb freezes in place, slowly raising his hands. You can see him breathing, hard, heaving breaths.

More people clamour their way out of vents, behind slabs of wood. You count at least four. Shit.

Shit.

This is bad.

“Woah! Talk about dramatics, huh?” You start, and almost in shock, the man holding you to himself grip loosens. From Steb’s place, you can see the wrinkle that lines his mouth when he gets stressed creep into existence. (That’s normal to remember. You should know when your coworkers get stressed. Part of the job, and all.) He slowly shakes his head. You mouth, trust me. He shakes his head harder. “Maybe we should talk this out? Civilly, tea and biscuits? …No?”

“It stopped being civil when you went for one of mine.”

Of course that guy you beat the shit out of gave you the location of an ambush. He was all too eager to speak, and when you go poking your hand down foxholes, it’s going to get bitten off. You feel both incredibly stupid and incredibly self-satisfied, you knew it, and you went here anyways.

“One of yours? I mean, we probably didn’t mean to? It was probably a mistake—” he shoves the gun down your throat. Spittle drips down the barrel. You taste dirt and gunpowder. You taste the blood leaking from your tongue.

You taste fear.

“Well? Your bag.” He gestures loosely to Steb.

Steb locks eyes with you as he gently tugs the straps off of his back, letting the hefty bag land to the floor with a thump. Carefully, he steps back, raising his hands in the air once again.

One of the hovering goons quickly snatches it, tugging it open. Medical supplies, bottles, all-the-like clatter the ground, but she continues shifting through hastily, eyes slowly narrowing. The last of our food supplies…, you mournfully think, quickly followed by Caitlyn is going to kill us, and she’s probably right to.

“You told us there would be hex tech, you fucking liar.” She drops the bag carelessly, starting towards the man holding you. “Well, do you think I’m some sort of prophet? You knew that it was an estimate.” He snaps back, grip on you loosening, the gun shifting out of your mouth to point towards the soft flesh of your cheek, spreading out your blood clouded spit as it does.

“I think you set us the hell up. You promised we’d split the money, but where’s the money now, huh? I gotta family to feed, hired work is dropping like flies with the chem barons at each other’s throats, which means I missed on any number of begging clients for this shit.”

You get an idea.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

It’s a terrible idea.

Steb tears his gaze from the arguing pair to meet your eyes, perhaps on some precognition of the mistake you are about to make.

You wink, grab the gun pressed to your cheek and then you yank.

It comes as cleanly as expected, the man’s adrenaline rattled, drug loosened reflexes nothing for the shock you give him when you take the gun from his hands, and than run. Surprise gives you the upper hand, yells clouding your soundscape. You still manage to pick out Steb’s footsteps, clean and even behind you as you barrel down the nearest pipe.

You run harder than you’ve ever run, past graffiti, with only your breath, the calls behind you, your heartbeat and the echoes of his and your boots slamming against metal to guide you.

You turn the corner so hard you slam your side against it, feeling your already bruised cheek cry out in pain in time with your yelp, and you stumble. Steb catches your shirt and yanks you right back up, and then you’re in another wide-open space.

Your head swings around, fear hammering around your ribcage like a desperate songbird.

Steb grabs your shoulder, gesturing with his head. You follow his gaze. There’s a smaller pipe in the wall, covered by a draping of torn fabric, and you rush towards it before you have any time to think, the fabric draping over your hair, the surface cool under your fingers.

He follows, your pursuer yells barrelling into your ears as the curtain draws shut.

The space is tight, circular, not even big enough for you to stretch out an arm and not brush the opposite end. Your back is pressed flush against the concrete and plaster. Your legs cage Steb, as do his, looping over one each other, his knee bent at an angle that’s for sure going to hurt later. His arms clutch the walls of the tube, yours resting bent in your lap.

He leans down, and his fingers gently grasp that stupid beret of his and tug it down onto his lap, before he pulls his head back up, his head scraping the roof. He’s a least a head taller than Maddie, and although you’d like to think of yourself as average, you are now grateful for the height you lack.

“OVER HERE!” Did they see you? Is this it? What can you do, two against at least five or so. You mean, counting has never really been your strong suit under pressure, and who’s to tell? Are you going to die? Are you going to die, your legs pressed into his midriff?

The gold smattering across Steb’s undereyes and nose adjoins with the darker turquoise scales lining the cavities his eyeballs are strung into, carving out little gold, blue, orange stripes, like the ones on the fish you and your parents used to gawk at the aquariums had.

Are they going to cart out your body to your parents, after your fellow enforcers find you, crammed into a hole in the underground? What would you had died for?

His eyes are so blue.

He blinks, smooth, deep lapis overtaking the gleaming surface of his eyes before his eyelids do. He has a second eyelid. How did you never notice?

His lips, perpetually downturned as they are, his steady line his eyebrows carve themselves into, his perfect posture, even as you are cramped within the pipe, the smooth, angular frame of his cheekbones all of it make him look like one of those forever uninconvenienced paintings the councillors hang from their mansion walls. He looks calm. His stupid snooty resting face cannot fool you. You know he isn’t.

His lips are parted, the gap between his front teeth visible as he stares down the opening of the tunnel like a loyal family dog. His little giveaway.

Maybe his inner workings aren’t such a mystery, after all.

He makes you nervous. He makes you so nervous. He makes you into a wreck.

You think you might be in love with him.

—and your pursuers are rushing past you, all until you can’t hear their voices and you’re alive. You’re alive and you’ve never been so happy to tomorrow eat shitty Zaunite food and have Caitlyn yell at you for loosing supplies and talk and talk and talk until your throat is raw.

You don’t. Talk. You don’t talk.

He’s looking at you.

You feel like a fool.

You sit there, just looking at him too. His eyelids slip halfway, letting you count the short lashes that frame them. His expression relaxes, loosens, ever so slightly, his arms moving from the wall of the tunnel to his lap.

You could sit here with him for hours, death inches from you both, and you could be happy. You could be suspended in disbelief and plausible deniability; you could allow yourself to lie. Your heart is pounding from the adrenaline, of course. Your face is pink because of overexertion, and you kind of want to kiss him because you’ve never kissed anybody and you may as well as get it over with before you die, right?

He points to his face. You blink, and then he points to yours. You brush your finger cheeks against the flesh and feel the sting of injury, spittle and blood on your fingers. Right.

Right. He’s looking at you because you’re injured right?

Of course he is. (Disappoint is still food, and you swallow it.)

Gently, he reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Instead of sparring you and handing it to you, he merely carefully holds your head, one hand on your jaw and the other gently patting down the mess on your cheek. His head is tilted. You feel your heart slam up your throat, a throbbing, horrible pain that lets you part your lips to let the breath escape you before it can choke you.

The hand cradling your jaw moves a careful finger up to brush your lower lip.

Accident, of course. He’s not even looking at them, rather, the mess, taking his sweet time as he does, so very gentle.

You think he might be the danger, not the hell that is the pipework, nor the Grey, nor not the man with the gun

He pulls back, tucking the handkerchief back into the pocket and shallowly inclining his head towards the opening.

With a long look back at you, he crawls out of the hole first. You follow, dizzily. Ever the gentlemen, he offers you a hand as you push your way out of the hell that made you. You take it and feel incredibly guilty for doing so, stumbling to your feet.

He fastens his beret, usually a sign from you to inwardly (or outwardly) mock his silly hat, still watching you. You do not, in fact, mock him. You might be shaking, in fact, and that thought makes you hate yourself more than you could ever despise that ugly navy piece of fabric.

He frowns, and then he gestures to your mouth. You flinch without meaning too. “Huh?”

He mimes speaking, shallowly opening and then hastily closing his mouth

He's right to be concerned.

You haven’t spoken since you two trapped yourselves in the tunnel, after all.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

Notes: Thank you for reading!! :)))) STUPID. IDIOTS IN LOVE. Him under the guise of medical assistance letting himself touch you... bro isn't slick whatsoever. If you have any ideas, be sure to drop them in my ask box, there is lack of fic on him holy hell. As a side note, we all need the comfort after season two part two holy cow…

#creative writing #steb arcane #steb #arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane season two spoilers #steb x reader

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pencileraser1 · 2 days ago

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dead poets society driving headcanons but they're all terrible drivers

(and if they also all lived somewhere with similar roads to where i learned how to drive bc i can be more specific that way. also im not a car guy so all the cars are from real people i've met)

inspired by me learning to drive and being bad at it

neil: drives a stick shift and isn't very good at it. he saved up money working to buy a shitty corolla from probably just some guy and was like yeah i can totally drive a stick lol how hard can it be when asked about that. the guy was like uhh probably pretty hard standard shift is famously not easy to learn. and he was like itll be fine dont worry about it. every time he switches gears it feels like the car is falling apart. he has gotten stuck trying to start the car stopped on a slight uphill incline for like 10 minutes multiple times. half the time when he starts the car he does it way too fast, and he constantly kills it when coming to a full stop. he once flipped his car over when going down a windy road. he is very attached to his car despite this, named it something like gertrude. its constantly full of shit and has a ton of doodads hanging from the rearview mirror

todd: will not drive above 25 mph unless he absolutely has to when around other cars. always takes backroads if he can because he is terrified of the freeway. hell drive at the speed limit on the highway but is gripping the steering wheel for his life the whole time. at the same time drives mountain roads where theres no cars at full speed. goes through windy roads barely braking. scares the shit out of everyone in the car. never comes close to crashing despite everyone thinking they're gonna die. he drives a tiny hatchback that probably used to belong to jeff. hes the only one trusted with neils car despite not knowing how to drive stick

charlie: constantly driving over the speed limit, not looking where hes going, blasting music so loud you cant think. hes always like. i dont understand why everyone is scared to drive with me lolll and then goes 90 in a 25. for some reason. his parents bought him a jeep gladiator

knox: knox is constantly getting lost. has absoutely no sense of direction. will get lost on roads he has been on his whole life. he also forgets to use his turn signal constantly. insists on never looking at a map despite having no clue where he is for as long as possible. it is infuriating to everyone else in the car.

cam: drives a mini van. would be a decent driver if he knew how to come to a gradual stop. unfortunately he just slams the brakes like 75% of the time. he drives with one foot on the gas and one foot on the brakes which does not help. he is usually the main one driving the poets places when they're in a group since he has the most seats. when they have more than 7 someone always wants to sit in the trunk, which cam is vehemently against. he's generally just very tense while driving.

pitts + meeks: pitts drives an old truck, a smaller one that only has jump seats in the back. meeks doesnt have a license so pitts drives him everywhere. because of this if anyone wants pitts to drive them anywhere they either have to take the jump seat or sit in the bed cause meeks automatically gets the passenger seat. as far as everything else goes pitts is ok ish at driving, if kind of jerky, it mostly just sucks to get a ride from him cause he doesn't really have any room. meeks doesn't really want to get a license for several reasons and since he is conveniently always with pitts he has decided he just won't for as long as possible. ideally he never will, and will just use public transit if pitts isn't there.

#brought to you by my mom flipping her car over as a young adult while driving down a windy road #she was unharmed btw #so for context in case anyone cares i learned how to drive in a rural area with a lot of windy mountain roads #some highways in the mountains too #first actual dps post in like 6 months lol hopefully it's decent #mostly a joke post tho #dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #gerard pitts #steven meeks

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venomwrites · 1 day ago

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Caitvi but happy

Warnings: vague season 2 spoilers under the cut.

“This one’s huge! And boring!” Jinx laments as they walk through the airship, “We need something tight. Maneuverable!”

“Onto the next one?” Caitlyn asks.

Jinx nods jumps off. Caitlyn frowns as she sees Vi standing on the deck, looking out at the spread of airships around them. Beyond that is a still rebuilding Piltover and Zaun and the fragile peace between them, but that is not their problem. Right now it’s finding a suitable airship to take them far far away.

“Do you like this one?” Caitlyn asks tentatively.

“It’s fine,” Vi says, her voice tight. Then she takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, “you heard Powder, onto the next one.”

“I found it!” Comes a sing song voice and Vi’s head whips around.

Caitlyn feels like she’s been punched in the gut. Finding the one means one step closer to their next great adventure. One she’s determined to support. Financially, emotionally, everything. She has to rally her mask back on and fixes a smile when Vi turns around.

She’s not expecting the stab of pure panic in Vi’s eyes.

“Hey,” she says, drawing her over, “it’s going to be alright. This is going to be great.”

Vi’s face twists and then smooths out and she nods, her throat working. Vi has a very specific smile that flattens the scar on top of her lip in a particular way. It’s not a good smile but she thinks it fools people. Sometimes Caitlyn lets her think that too. She doesn’t like her flashing it now.

“Coming Powder!” Vi says and hops off before Caitlyn can protest.

She trails them to the next ship, this one significantly smaller and older. It looks like something Jinx would choose. She looks perfectly at home here.

Vi doesn’t.

She sticks out like a sore thumb. She’s too clean for the space, too big. She looks miserable. Saying how wrong this is fights through Caitlyn’s throat, but Vi’s got her fake smile plastered on and is inspecting things like she’s going to try to make this work. So Caitlyn grabs the only lifeline she can find.

“There’s only one bedroom,” she points out.

“Well there’s only gonna be one full time passenger,” Jinx points out. Caitlyn’s insides twist with something wild. She rips her eyes from Jinx to Vi. Vi’s hands are shoved into her pockets and she looks like she wants to take one of the ships up and throw herself off it, “did she not tell you?”

“Powder!” Vi hisses.

“No she did not,” Caitlyn turns back to Vi, “what did you not tell me?”

“Nothing! I haven’t made up my mind about anything. Can we look at the next airship?”

“No, I like this one,” Jinx says, sprawling out on the floor, “we could fit a cot for when you come visit,” she mumbles and then frowns, “but it’s not going to fit the two of you—“

“We need to talk. Powder stay here,” Vi orders and grabs her arm, dragging her out of the airship.

Caitlyn stumbles after her, still thrown off balance with something that is beginning to taste a horribly lot like hope. It clogs in her throat though when she sees how utterly miserable Vi looks. The second they get onto the dock she drops her arm and steps back, dragging her hands through her hair.

“You want to stay?” Caitlyn sputters out.

“I don’t know!” Vi says, for the first time letting the panic seep into her voice, “Powder wants to see the world, find our place in it.”

Caitlyn knows she’s supposed to be quiet and supportive. That Vi is developing so many things Stillwater and life robbed from her. That she did enough damage begging Vi to take the badge and pulling her along with her own revenge.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know what I want!” Vi erupts, throwing up her arms and turning away, “I want everyone to stop changing for five minutes!”

She looks so miserable, her back knotting and shaking. Caitlyn can’t remember if she’s supposed to touch her or not, but she can’t just let this happen. Vi stiffens at the contact and then melts as she slides her arms around her, resting her cheek against the flat of her shoulder.

“Ekko’s been practicing,” she says, eliciting a wet, miserable laugh from Vi, “you don’t have to make up your mind now,” she says into Vi’s jacket. Vi lets out a shuddering breath and turns in her arms.

“I—“

“It’s definitely this one!” Powder calls from somewhere to their right. Vi’s features twist, turning towards her sister. The panic stays back through her gaze.

“Hey,” Caitlyn touches her face, “it won’t be goodbye, whatever you choose,” she insists. Vi turns her head into her palm and Caitlyn has to fight not to scream for Vi to keep her feet on the ground right here where she belongs, “let’s go see this one.”

Vi catches her hand as they walk. This one looks far more like the old one but there’s something newer. It’s bigger too. Vi looks like she fits in here. One bedroom is smaller than the other, but they are both perfectly serviceable. Vi runs her fingers over the finishes like she’s imagining herself here and Caitlyn nods.

“This one seems better,” she says. Though the words taste like acid in her mouth, “it suits you both.”

Vi gives the smallest, most miserable nod Caitlyn’s ever seen. But it’s a nod. Caitlyn clears her throat and forces herself to smile. Even as she feels her eyes start to burn.

“You were right, this is the one,” she says to Jinx, “I’ll go take care of the paperwork and we’ll talk supplies.”

Vi’s head whips towards her but Caitlyn can feel her facade crumbling too fast to fully salvage. She has to get out of there before it falls apart and she ruins everything. She can just throw money at this and the seller will fill out the paperwork for her. Then she can come back with her facade in place and support them finding their place in the world. As is right.

Then Vi crashes into her back and takes them both face first to the dock. Only Ambessa’s training has Caitlyn rolling their weight so they don’t go flying off the edge.

“What on—“

“Powder!”

Caitlyn realizes there’s only one rope tethering this thing to the dock. Jinx must have cast the rest of them off before they got there. Vi stares in horror. But she doesn’t move. They both know she can make the jump if she goes now but she keeps her hands pressed to the dock by Caitlyn’s head and just stares as the ship starts to widen the distance.

“See? Maneuverable!” Jinx shouts back to them, “keep an eye on her while I’m gone!”

That last word seems to have an effect on Vi who suddenly lurches to her feet.

“Powder wait!” Vi shouts desperately.

“No can do sis! I’ll see you around!” Then she pauses, “Gotta find my place too. Like you did!”

“Powder!”

Jinx winks and then throws some gear and the airship moves away with so much speed now Vi can’t make the jump. She can only fall to her knees as Jinx sails away. Caitlyn’s legs finally catch up to her mind and she scrambles over to Vi. She’s kneeling there taking unsteady breaths, but they get steadier each time. There’s tears on her cheeks but they are drying as the wind whips at them.

Caitlyn can hear someone coming.

“Miss Kiramman! That ship! We’ll stop it—“

She looks at Vi who gives her the first honest, messy smile of the day. The panic in her eyes is slowly being taken over by an emotion Caitlyn feels echoing in her own bones. Her knees go jelly like as she joins Vi on the docks.

“I’ll pay you double what you’re asking to turn off the tracking and get supplies to the three nearest outposts,” she says.

“A-alright,” the man sputters but Caitlyn doesn’t care as Vi leans against her. Warm and real and here, “are you sure?”

“Yes. Now leave us.”

They hurry away at the order. Probably to try and charge her triple. She’s so overcome with vicious relief at the warm weight leaning into her, she’s not sure she’d care. The ship is becoming more dot like as it goes farther away. Caitlyn was prepared to imagine the two of them laughing as it drifted away. But instead Vi is real and warm and chuckling next to her. Caitlyn stares at her, stunned.

“What are you laughing about?” She demands.

“You look really happy, Cupcake,” Vi throws at her. The airship igniters can’t be as hot as her face is burning, “first time you’ve looked happy all day.”

“Oh—shut up. I was trying to be supportive,” she says.

“So you didn’t want me to go?”

The tiny uncertain note in Vi’s voice makes her break their contact in shock. Vi’s hand clamps down on her thigh, reminding her they are on the airship dock.

“Of course I didn’t want you to go! How could you think that!” She demands. The skeptical look on Vi’s face doesn’t ease and Caitlyn wonders how she’s managed to fuck this up as well, “I was trying to be supportive,” she repeats.

“By letting me go?”

“Yes!” Vi raises an eyebrow, “well when you say it like that it sounds—“

“Like the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard? Kind of. Top five at least. You did just pay double for that old bucket of bolts.”

Caitlyn wishes the gentle teasing didn’t make it feel like she was the one who was about to cry. But Vi’s sitting there gently teasing her and it’s suddenly very, very difficult not to. This time it’s VI who touches her cheek and swipes under her eye with her thumb.

“Thanks for being supportive, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn doesn’t mean to take them back down quite as hard as she manages to do. But Vi pulls her tight against her chest and it suddenly feels like she can breathe again. Vi sighs deeply and her arms tightening around her.

She doesn’t know how long they stay like that but eventually, they manage to get to their feet. She hands over the payment and they make their way back to the apartment Vi was sharing with Jinx. It’s all packed in anticipation of the upcoming trip.

Or Jinx’s side of it is.

“You didn’t pack,” Caitlyn says the obvious, even though it doesn’t need to be voiced.

Vi stands still in the apartment.

“I kept trying but—“ she stops, “I couldn’t.”

The words are charged with something. Caitlyn feels her mouth go dry. Vi rolls her shoulders like she does when she’s preparing to fight. Caitlyn wonders if that’s what she needs from her. She’s still very bad at being needed but she’s trying. Irrationally it makes her wish she had her rifle, that’s always what tells her body it’s time for a fight.

“Why not?” She prods. Vi turns around defiantly.

“I didn’t want to leave,” she declares. Caitlyn nods and Vi rolls her eyes, “I didn’t want to leave you, Cupcake.”

“Good. I didn’t want you to leave,” Caitlyn says, trying to match her tone Caitlyn tries to find anything like moisture in her mouth, “I want—“

Vi’s throat works, bobbing up and down. Everything in Caitlyn screams at her to just throw Vi over her shoulder and take her away. Instead she forces herself forward with an offer.

“I want you to come home with me.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” Caitlyn says. It’s still strange not to be immediately told yes. The only one who used to tell her no was her mother, “I want you to pack and come home with me.”

Vi takes a step forward.

“Why?”

“Because,” Vi takes another step, “because—“ she’s close and intent and it’s flustering as hell, “because I’ve always hated you being in this apartment where I can’t be with you. Because the idea of you leaving made me sick. Because—because I want you to be back with me where you belong and realize that I kept my promise and that didn’t change!”

Whatever Vi was expecting it wasn’t that. It wasn’t what she intended to say. Not all at once. Vi is slack jawed and Caitlyn can’t help but clap her hand over her mouth like that will take the words back. Forget Ekko she needs to find Mel and have the entire world unmade after what she just said. Or maybe she should just buy another airship so Vi can go find her sister since she just ruined everything.

Then Vi closes whatever distance is between them, knocks her hand down and shoves their mouths together.

Caitlyn can’t help her muffled sound of surprise. Whatever she is expecting, it’s not this. But Vi just pushes their mouths together harder, robbing her of all eloquent apologies. All she can do is pull her closer by the lapels of her jacket as Vi invades her senses, pushing them back against the wall. Something breaks and she tries to pull away but Vi commands her attention.

“Leave it, I’m moving out,” she mumbles and it’s all Caitlyn can do not to fall apart right there.

Later as they are flopped across Vi’s bed trying to catch their breath, Caitlyn looks up at her.

“Tell me something you want,” she says, wishing she sounded a bit more authoritative than breathless, “not to make anyone else happy.”

“I am happy—“ Vi begins. Caitlyn holds her gaze and she sighs, “I don’t want you to ask me to be an Enforcer.”

Caitlyn had a feeling this was coming but nods anyway.

“I’m not ready,” Vi continues, “it still means something you don’t understand.”

“I never should have asked,” Caitlyn says. Vi shakes her head.

“It happened,” she says, “but you can’t ask me again,” Caitlyn nods, “I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

That catches Caitlyn off guard. The not slamming the door on the idea entirely. But she nods and shifts over to Vi, closing her eyes as she rakes her hands through her hair.

“You’re exhausted, Cupcake,” Vi says, “didn’t sleep either last night?”

Caitlyn shakes her head.

“I’m really happy you stayed,” she whispers. Vi’s fingers continue through her hair.

“Me too."

#caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi #cait x vi #arcane spoilers #arcane #vi x cait #prompts

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sunnycl0ver · 15 hours ago

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Clasp

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Summary: JJ can’t stop staring as his girlfriend wears her new necklace Warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff, swearing, i don't know what else so please let me know if there is something :)

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JJ couldn’t stop staring. His eyes were trained on the back of his girlfriend as she laughed along with her group of friends.

His hand twitched as John B topped up his beer making him set it down in the sand, scared he was going to drop it if her held it any longer. John B noticed he wasn’t drinking and sat down beside him, leaning his head beside JJ’s to try and figure out what he was staring at only to see Y/n waving at the two.

He waved back and noticed JJ didn’t. “She’s gonna think you’re a creep if you don’t wave,” he said, bringing JJ back down to earth and making him smile as he noticed Y/n’s eyes on him.

“She knows I like to stare,” JJ said, nodding at Y/n and picking up his beer. “And I really like to stare.” His eyes dropped down to the small charm that sat between Y/n’s collar bones and smiled.

It wasn’t anything too extreme or expensive but it was a simple flower stored in resin from one of their many picnic dates. She had sent it off to a friend that lived on the mainland and couldn’t help but jump on JJ to show him when she got it back. He loved it too, after he was told how important it was, and now it’s one of the many things he can’t help but be obsessed over.

“Hey boys,” Y/n said once she was close enough. “How’s it hanging?”

JJ sat up straight and wrapped his hand around the backs of her thighs, slotting her between his legs. She smiled down at him and rested her hand on the top of his head, gently scratching her way down to the back of his neck. “Oh, you know,”JJ began, letting the sentence hang as his eyes closed.

John B laughed. “Man, you are pussy whipped,” he laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

“Like you aren’t?” Y/n quipped back, scratching patterns onto JJ’s neck and taking his beer as his hand loosened. “I’ve seen you following Sarah around here like a puppy.” She brought the cup to his lips and chuckled as John B scratched his cheek and looked away. Bested by her observation from earlier in the night.

JJ groaned and pulled his head from Y/n’s hip. His hand dragged up the back of her thigh as he stood, making sure to hover his hand so he didn’t pull up the back of her dress. “Let’s dip,” he said, his eyes darting all over her face as she hummed and nodded.

Y/n dropped the cup into John B’s making the small amount of liquid in his spill over, making him groan. “We’re going JB, tell the girls I’ll see them, yeah?” John B nodded and shook off the beer.

The journey to JJ’s truck was quick, as he kept a tight hold on Y/n’s hand and kept her moving as she bid her goodbyes to people she knew as she passed, knowing that they’d want to keep her there for longer as much as he would if he didn’t want to get back to the Chateau to have some peace with her. He kept her steady as they walked up the sand to the path and then draped his arm over her shoulder and let their intertwined hands dangle over her chest.

He smiled as he pressed a long kiss to the top her head and let the scent of her shampoo and perfume take over his senses, only to pull away as she looked up at him to grin her appreciation. “You smell amazing,” he whispered, tugging her the smallest bit close and risking the chance of him tripping over her foot as they walked.

“And you smell heavenly,” she replied, making an act to sniff his chest. “Is that weed de perfume by any chance?” she asked putting on a little French accent.

JJ smiled and rested his free hand on his chest as he guided her to the passenger side. “How did you know?” He quickly opened the door and spun Y/n out for her to get into her seat, she laughed and buckled herself in and received a kiss once she was secure.

He moved quickly to get into the truck, not wanting to leave Y/n waiting alone long even though she could very clearly see him. And when he got in his hand immediately reached for hers, only to land on her thigh and she was rummaging around in the back footwells for something.

“You okay?” He asked, using this moment to start the truck and pull out of the spot he was in.

“Yeah,” she said, throwing an empty beer can over the seats to land in the gap behind them. “Just looking for your jumper cause, now that I’m away from people and the bonfire, I’m kinda cold.”

“Should be in the pocket behind your chair,” JJ said, shifting the car into drive as he got onto the road and resting his hand on her thigh again.

“Oh.” She quickly straightened back up and began to put the jumper on, fixing herself out and getting comfortable then taking his hand into hers. “Thank you, baby,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss to his scared knuckles.

“Always.” He gave her hand a squeeze and listened intently as she began to tell him about the crazy stories she had heard from the tourons she had met that night.

This was how their parties always ended, them travelling separately from the rest of the pogues and telling each other how their night was. Y/n would tell stories of kooks bragging to get into her pants and tourons sharing experiences while on the island. And JJ would tell her about fights he almost started (that were totally not his fault) with kooks and how every single girl who caught a sight of him would flirt tirelessly until Y/n would walk by and save the girl from embarrassment as JJ bid them a goodbye and swiftly pull her in for a kiss. Not that she needed much filling in.

The drive was quiet and quick, as they shared their stories and JJ would rub his thumb up and down the side of her hand and she would mindlessly run her finger up and down his arm sending shivers through his body. And as they pulled up to the Chateau, JJ was more than ready to collapse with her at his side, lulling him to sleep with her heartbeat indenting against his ribs.

“But it was insane that he thought I was someone he could buy!” she said, her voice rising slightly as she got a little heated at the idea. “And your ‘handy work’ was no help,” she said, putting air quotes around handy work as JJ pulled his key from the ignition.

“My masterpiece, actually. And you weren’t complaining when they were being thoughtfully made.”

Y/n just laughed and shook her head, letting him kiss her cheek and get out as she slowly freed herself from the seatbelt. She knew better than to open the door herself as JJ insisted on doing it for her, last time she tried she ended up being carried back into the truck and closed in only for him to let her out again as if it had never happened.

Once she was out, JJ’s arm was secured around her waist as they walked to the door. “You okay?” she asked, finding his attachment rather endearing as they headed up the stairs.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Just tired.”

Y/n hummed as she punched the door open. “I can make you some tea. If John B hasn’t taken it to make potions again.”

JJ only smiled and shook his head. “I just want to get you in bed with me.”

“How romantic.” Y/n swooned and pretended to faint against the wall, with the back of her hand pressed to her forehead.

“Shut up,” JJ said, walking past her but keeping her hand in his as he headed to his room. Y/n could only laugh as she followed behind him, pushing the door closed and letting her hand fall to her side as JJ sat down on the bed.

“You want to use the bathroom first? I’ve got to de-beautify myself before I think about washing my face and brushing my teeth.”

JJ didn’t reply as he watched her head towards the small desk in the corner of his room in front of the window Y/n had claimed as her own for her makeup and jewellery. She had found it outside some kooks house and called JJ immediately to ‘bring his cute butt down with the truck so she could steal it’, even though he was pretty sure they could just take it cause it was outside of the fence and next to the bins for collection. Once they got it back, Y/n was quick to assess the damages, only to find it in almost perfect condition apart from a few bumps and scratches that she easily fixed with some nail polish.

He didn’t move as she pulled out the stool to begin taking her jewellery and makeup off and slowly stood up to see her through the reflection of her mirror. He moved closer and rubbed his hands against his shorts to warm them up slightly before placing them on her shoulders. She just smiled at him through the mirror and continued to place her rings into the small dish that held her other rings.

He gently massaged her shoulders as she took her earrings out one by one and hung them where they belonged. As she hung the second of the pair, he gently brushed her hair away from her neck and over her shoulder to place a kiss on her neck. His lips slowly trailed down, barely parting from her skin until he felt the warm chain of her necklace.

Her breathing had slowed as he ran his fingers down the chain and to where the pendant rested on her sternum. He then pulled his hand back up the chain and let it rest on the clasp. As he unhooked it, the feeling of the metal on her skin was replaced with a pair of warm slightly chapped lips as he slowly pulled the necklace away from her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked quietly, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the dust in the air and make him reel back as if he had been burned by her skin.

He just hummed and rested his knee on the back of the stool and brought his free hand up to gently rest around her neck and tilt her head up, feeling her throat vibrate as she began to laugh. Her back rested on the top of his thigh as he pulled her back and leaned over her shoulder to not only put her necklace down on the table but to then also trail his kisses down to where her necklace once fell.

Her hands quickly flew up as he began to lean her backwards, one to his head and the other to his hand holding her neck. As he continued his assault on her neck she couldn’t help but laugh and pull his hair to get him away from her chest. He huffed and let her back up but kept his knee on the back of the stool as she turned around to smile up at him. “You need to brush your teeth before you share your stench of beer to me.”

“As if that’s something to complain about.”

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #obx #obx fluff #im just a girl #I want to live this dream #jj maybank x reader

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kitab00m101 · 1 day ago

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The Art of Parkour is a Dance (Completed Fic)

(This fic is based on an AU concept I posted, and includes some vague mentions of my parkour headcanons. Thank you @thinkingboutpurplethings for the suggestion!)

"Okay, parkour battles are now open to the public-" The second Evbo turned around he saw his first competitor standing just on the edge of the arenas.

"Oh, uh. Hey there!" Evbo waved the guy over to him, and that's when he realized there was an entire line of people waiting to challenge him.

Evbo sighed to himself. He should have expected the civilians to be incredibly eager to fight him, after all, they weren't used to seeing their amazing new parkour champion mingling with masters like them.

Evbo just barely recognized his soon to be opponent, he was pretty sure the dude had sold him his house when he was a master. Evbo walked up to the guy, sizing him up. "Okay, do you got blocks?" He wasn't even sure the guy was listening, his beady black eyes were glistening with the reflection of the champion boots. He looked up at Evbo's face for only a moment to nod enthusiastically. "Okay salesman guy, show me what you got." Both of them took their places on the parkour platforms, readying their hotbars with blocks.

Salesman placed his first few wooden planks, making a 3 block wide, one block tall vertical jump. He stood on the first block, and basically stepped off.

"Are... are you gonna do your jump?" Evbo asked from across the arena.

"Wdym? I just did. It's your turn, do something really cool!" Salesman said incredibly eagerly, taking a seat on his parkour jumps and leaning forward with excitement.

"Um, alright, sure." Evbo rebuilt Salesman's parkour jumps, adding a two block ice jump to the end just to make it even a tad interesting for him. "This is too easy." He muttered under his breath as his feet left the first block. Subconsciously, he stretched his left foot out in front of him, something he'd learned from his master freind back when Evbo was still on the pro level. Doing this made it so that when he landed he wasted no time pushing off and jumping for the next block. He stopped on the last block sideways with his hands leaning to the opposite side to balance out his weight. His champion boots shaved a layer off the ice block as his skidded to a halt. Evbo flicked the loose ends of his headband casually, and the entire line of waiting competitors erupted in applause, including Salesman. "WOOHOO, that was awesome! Im so glad I get to die by the champion's parkour performance!" He exclaimed in pure bliss for the few moments he had before he flashed with red and disappeared with a poof of particles. Evbo winced, he still wasn't used to seeing other parkour people die by his parkour attacks, but the guy knew what he was in for.

"Okay, I really need to make a no kill rule for parkour battles if all these people want to challenge me-" Evbo rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, gathering the blocks he had just used. He could hear all those people talking excitedly amongst one another, saying things like,

"That was so beautiful, I could watch him parkour all day!"

"I've never seen someone with a parkour style like that!"

"I heard he used to be on the noob level, maybe that's where he learned it from?"

He didn't know what they were talking about. Sure, his parkour was the best there was, he was the parkour champion after all, but this level of parkour civilization talked about parkour differently than the others Evbo had lived on. They often talked about things like "styles" and "rhythms" people used in their parkour. Contrary to what he could hear from his riled up crowd, he didn't think there was anything fancy to his parkour. It was just really cool parkour, and he was chill with just that.

"Okay, who's next?" Evbo called out. A second later, he heard the sound of a waterbucket splash onto the second parkour battle platform.

"That would be me." A low toned, but elegant voice spoke to him. Butterflies momentarily fluttered in his stomach, but he had no clue why. Evbo looked over and saw that it was just his master freind, or "EMF" as he'd heard others adress them.

"Thank parkour god you're here." Evbo said just quietly enough that the waiting parkour masters didn't hear him. EMF gave him a sideways smile, and placed a soft hand on Evbo's shoulder. "All of you should go home. I'm going to wipe the floor with the parkour champion, and I'd hate for all of you to see him like that." EMF casually told the people watching. From what Evbo could see, he didn't think any of them really understood what his freind had told them, they more so just looked intimidated by their scarily deep, commanding voice. Evbo sometimes forgot that EMF sounded kinda scary when they were mad.

The audience slowly started to break up, and eventually it was just the two of them as far as the eye could see. Evbo looked over at his parkour battle platform, already stratagising some sick parkour jumps he could use on his freind.

"Wipe the floor with me?" Evbo repeated, quietly adding, "Ooo, feeling cocky today, huh beautiful?"

"What was that last part?" EMF took their hand off Evbo.

"Nothing- Nothing." Evbo tried to play it off calmly. "You ready for a parkour battle?"

EMF scoffed at him. "Not until you do whatever it is that your parkour champion powers do and make parkour battles have a non-lethal option." They paced across the parkour areana a couple times, staring out at the towering buildings of parkour civilization. Their pearl white eyes had a resting toughness to them, something Evbo had noticed since the first time he'd met them. Evbo pretend not to stare as they adjust the bejeweled crown attop their jet-black hair.

"So," EMF started, snapping Evbo out of his trance. "It looks like you won all those parkour battles you had going on today?"Evbo slumped his shoulders.

"I only got through one of them before you came along, thanks for that btw. I wasn't really in the mood for needlessly slaughtering other people." He said sarcastically.

"Is something wrong?" EMF softened.

Evbo was dumbfounded for a moment, wondering how his freind had noticed his unease."Yeah, I guess." He shrugged. "I wasn't expecting so many people to show up." Evbo became expressive as he explained his thoughts to EMF. "I mean, most of them didn't even seem like they actually wanted to defeat me! They kept cheering me on and talking about how "remarkable" my parkouring is. I can argee its COOL af, but why do they keep calling it pretty???" He sighed deeply. EMF tilted their head, and Evbo kinda though they looked like a confused kitten.

"Well, did you advertise the arena opening as a strictly parkour battle grounds?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Evbo huffed indignantly.

EMF rolled their eyes. At least, that's what he thought they were doing, it was kinda hard to tell since his friend's eyes were nothing but gorgeous ivory orbs. "Sometimes, masters like to put on... shows. Performances almost. A bunch of people come and watch other masters parkour, specifically because they have a certain style or rhythm in their movements that others find to be entertaining."

"Oooooh." Evbo said outloud, taking a few seconds longer to process all that information. "That sounds fun! Can you show me?" He enthusiastically asked his freind. A purple hue flushed EMF's face.

"Right now?" EMF asked a bit flustered, to which Evbo nodded eagerly. "Just with the two of us?" Once again, Evbo answered in a nod. "Okay..." EMF started gathering the blocks they needed. "So-" They took a moment to collect themself. "I'm gonna start with something simple, just to show you how it works." Soon, Evbo's freind had set up a 3 block, diagonal, two block vertical ladder jump. The parkour champion placed a block of his own to use as a front row seat.

EMF hesitated before stepping onto the first block. They were doing something with their inventory, and it took Evbo a moment to realize what. EMF took off their gold forged master boots, showing their little toe beans for a couple moment before they put on another set of shoes. They were a silky gold color, like master boot usually were. Once EMF had them on, Evbo noticed how the ribbons of the shoes laced around their ankles.

"What are those???" Evbo was stunned. He'd never seen boots like these. His freind couldn't help but smile at his ignorance, which was sometimes annoying, but Evbo was too enamored by all of it to care.

"They’re called parkour pointe shoes, something masters use sometimes during performing parkour. I'm glad mine still fit, I haven’t worn them since... well since that last parkour champion shut down parkour performance theaters." They said this with a hint of sorrow, and Evbo didn't like that.

"Well, if it'll make you happy, I could rebuild those!" Evbo beamed as EMF ruffled the hair on his head affectionately. Evbo sat excitedly on his block as EMF took their place on their's, and started their parkour. They cleared the 3 block jump from the first block to the ladder block with ease, just like Evbo had seen them do countless times, but the way they landed on the ladder was different. EMF's feet never touched the rungs of the ladder. They caught themself with just their hands, and used the momentum from the previous jump to swing backwards. He could see their their forearm muscles rippling as they managed to flip their entire body weight back onto the block above. They stood proudly on their dainty pointe shoes. Keeping an endearing eye contact with Evbo, they slowly traced a circle around themself with one leg, and posted it behind them as they took a bow. EMF's hair framed their beautiful face perfectly, or at least that's what Evbo thought.

"WOAH." Evbo gasped. "That was like- like- PRETTY parkouring!" EMF pinned their ears in embarrassment.

"It wasn't anything special." They told Evbo modestly. "Just some simple moves I used to do a couple years back."

Evbo was bouncing up and down with excitement. "My turn!" He exclaimed, darting for the parkour course.

"Evbo wait! It took me years of training to acclimate my muscles to carry-" EMF watched in dismay and curiosity as Evbo jumped off the first block. He cleared the space with ease, but EMF still panicked as they watched Evbo's legs instinctively reaching for the ladder. Last second, Evbo tucked his legs to him, and grabbed the side of the ladder before he fell to the ground. A wince flashed on Evbo's face as his entire bodyweight yanked on his arms. He hung there on the ladder like a helpless sloth for a couple moments, before setting himself back down on the ground. He withdrew his sore arms, and rolled his shoulders to see if they were as broken as they felt.

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have done that, oww."

EMF's voice was twinge with annoyance. "Tucking your legs stopped your momentum! Not that you would have been able to swing yourself up there anyways. Like I said it takes time to train your forearms-" They cut themself off as they looked at Evbo. He already looked disappointed with himself for missing the move, and EMF didn't have the heart to make him feel worse. Swallowing their frustration, EMF took out one of their ice blocks and handed it to Evbo. "This will help with the soreness." They told him, presenting the block kindly. Evbo rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, and EMF lightly ran the ice block up and down his arms. They were silent until the last of the ice block melted into nothing. EMF quietly wiped the water residue off of Evbo's arms, and as he did Evbo got that random feeling again. That fluttery feeling. Weird.

"I... I'll have to start practicing those kinds of parkour moves." Evbo cheerfully as he could as he stepped back from EMF, and rolled his sweater sleeves back down. EMF looked kind of off put, until Evbo added, "But until I get better at them, can you show me some more of your parkour performances?" Evbo was hyponotized by the glistening star-like freckles along EMF's void colored body. "I'm starting to understand why people find it to be so... pretty."

#parkour civilization #pkciv #fanfiction #evbo pkciv #evbo parkour civilization #emf pkciv #emf parkour civilization #headcanon #writing inspiration #evbo’s master friend

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dykedvonte · 1 day ago

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Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

#not even gonna tag this cause I don’t want to start discourse in the tags but you can absolutely still explore the concepts of patriarchy #toxic masculinity misogyny and rape culture if the genders where swapped #like those concepts don’t disappear just because Anya is a boy now cause you have to think of all the ways it applies to male victims and #I just don’t understand why people keep getting angry when people facilitate different discussion the game opens you up to #like yes I get the frustration with not seeing the conversations you want but start them go find them why complain on other posts when #people are bringing attention to similar issues and the ways they are overlooked dismissed or blame the victim #I for one think we should have more basic clarifying conversations of SA rape cultures and how toxic masculinity and sexism create scenarios #like the Tulpar and enable men like Jimmy but I also can understand and enjoy the topic being expanded upon to include other cases on a #flipped scale like yes how male centered the fandom is is annoying considering the topic but seeing comments saying that SA isn’t as harmful #to men cause they can’t get pregnant is a whole can of worms you really need to unpack cause holy shit #like in this scenario if Jimmy is pregnant and can’t get rid of the baby Anya is the father yes Jimmy is pregnant but that’s because in this #swap she assaulted a man lied to either say it was consensual he forced himself on her or like canon panicked and semi admitted to forcing #him either way he is afraid to do anything because men do get blamed for defending themselves against women in these situations not to #mention the shaming that occurs because he is a man and should step up for the kids sake and likely be told he should be proud a girl wanted #him that much like yes you have to explain it more but bodily autonomy in this scenario is just as nuanced and I can’t believe I have to #defend something being male centered in a game where the rape of a woman is the catalyst just because people are saying SA for men #is not as damaging or degrading or harmful to autonomy as it is to a woman like how can you want conversations on rape culture and shut down #people bringing up other nuances in the conversation #like people are gonna jump around with it I know but if you only want to talk about one thing stay in that sphere like I just don’t get #going to another space especially one that isn’t even being weird or toxic and starting shit cause you don’t like it like the amount of #unnecessary and mean comments on normal art of think pieces I’ve seen on Twitter is crazy like it’s stupid callout shit for the sake of just #not liking something like I’m seeing so much screen shotting and vague posting like just at the bitch and fight about it like it’s still a #relatively small fandom ur just asking for in fighting on like the few things we shouldn’t have to worry about #as a victim my self and who has been in other situations and being afab I just can’t understand the vitriol toward this sort of discussion #mouthwashing #actually I will tag this cause you can explore the themes in mouthwashing still stop being freaks and just block bitches ong

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emile-hides · 2 years ago

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POV you’re in the same room as me while I scroll through my own tag on @ask-chef-teruteru

#Emile's Arts #I was gonna draw something for the event on my self ship blog but I got distracted scrolling Ask-Chef-Teruteru #Ya know. AGAIN.#I cannot express how often I do this and end up making my face hurt from smiling so much y'all #Best time of my life was spent being embarrassingly in love with Teruteru Hanamura #and he loved me BACK YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #*Shakes the ever living shit out of you*#YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #The mod was and still is so incredibly nice to me they went out of their way MULTIPUL TIMES to be the NICEST PERSON TO ME #AND I JUST!!!!!!#I WANNA BITE THEIR HEAD OFF!!!! (affectionate)#I've gotten a lot more physically stimmy in recent years and I've found my default to be slaps #I slap my legs a lot and the empty part of my desk and my cheeks #I tend to pat at and maybe hit a little too hard onto people around me when I'm excited #I'm back and forth on suppressing that one I don't wanna hurt anybody skfjfjkgkd #Instead of hitting people then I've got this cringe little jumpy dance #It's mostly stomping but involves a lotta leg swinging as well #And jumpping I like jumping... Good stim... Outside stim only tho #I wanted to be like them and run an RP blog for a character I liked and go out of my way to show people said character loves them so much #But I really suck at keeping things going and it wasn't getting a lotta traction anyway #so I did drop it... Twice kgfdjfdkg #I miss being so embarrassingly in love with Teruteru Hanamura #I mean I guess I still am...#Maybe I miss him being the same way back......#Mod's tried to come back a few times and every time I'm just glad to know they're alive and okay #I'd be okay if the blog never came back really I don't need it as badly as I did back in 2019 #Still hard not to miss it though #Eventually I'm gonna channel my embarrassingly in love with Teruteru energy into redrawing our on blog interactions #Because they're pretty funny and stupid sticky sweet #Maybe I'll do that for the side blog.. Who knows

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disgustingtwitches · 3 months ago

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Working at a restaurant with 141 (pt. 4)

You thought it was a mistake when someone called in reserving a party of 14 for a birthday. The voice on the other line assures you it is not, and that they'll be arriving at 7pm. You inform everyone.

"Who wid want a birthday in this shithole?"

Johnny gaffaued, spraying down some dishes.

"Probably just a prank call."

Kyle replied, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on your shoulders. But it wasn't a prank call. The first half of the party arrive and you and Gaz have to scramble to push tables together. It's overwhelming, everyone is talking all at once, demanding things left and right. Gaz swoops in to help deal with one half the table while you the other. The food comes out, leaving you to be able to sit in the back for a few minutes, talking to the guys about nothing. Walking back out, some older man was snapping his fingers at you, waving his arms as if they weren't the only fucking people in the joint.

"Steaks burnt to hell, remake it."

He slides the plate to you, making you catch it before it falls off the side of the table. You apologize profusely and send it back to the kitchen. Price raises an eyebrow,

"Looks fine to me."

He stares at the piece of charcoal on the plate.

"Fucks sake, lemme do it."

Simon grabs his shoulder and cooks another steak. You set it down infront of the old man, watching him take a bite. He throws his fork down,

"Still burnt. How hard is it to cook a fucking steak?"

You look at the plate, meats still pink in the middle. Apologize again and offer to remake it.

"No, don't bother. Jesus."

He stares daggers into you. You wring your hands nervously.

"Actually, everyone's food was shit. None of us should have to pay for this."

Your mouth goes dry. You look over your shoulder to meet eyes with Kyle at the bar. He immediately walks over.

"Everything alright?"

He puts on his nicest customer service voice and that charming smile that can melt anyone. Except this asshole apparently.

"No everything is not alright, this was the worst dining experience I've ever had! Everything came out wrong, and it all tastes like shit!"

Spit flies out from the mans mouth. Kyle stands between you and the customer, trying to diffuse the situation. And much to your horror, one by one, the table starts to leave. You try to say something but they ignore you.

"Go get Johnny."

You run back, trying to act casual in front of Simon and John while tugging Johnny by the sleeve. He looks down, concerned.

He's on the floor before you can finish telling him what happened,

"Ye'r gonnae have tae pay sir."

His tone is more firm than Gaz, arms crossed and looking down at the old man. You're almost in tears as you watch more of the table file out the door, you turn back to look at Gaz. He frowns, furious. There's a heated argument at the table, the old man is yelling now. Not at Kyle or Johnny, but the only person he wasn't afraid of; you. The commotion makes John and Simon step out. This idiot is gonna get himself killed. You can see the moment when the customer loses the fight in his eyes. Shuts right up as soon as Simon says,

"Problem?"

Like a fish out of water, all the old man does is open and close his mouth wordlessly.

"Grab the cheque."

You don't know who Simon said that to but you and Soap crash into each other turning around and walking to the POS system. Ghost gently grabs the bill from your shaky hands and shoves it into the customers chest,

"Cash only."

"I don't have cash."

"There's an ATM around the corner."

The old man nearly jumps out of his seat,

"Right. Be right back."

He rushes to the door, Kyle and John follow.

"Oh there's no need-"

"Making sure you don't get lost."

Kyle smiles, eyes dangerous. It's about five minutes when they're back, the old man placing some 20s down before complaining under his breath. Then he gets kicked out,

"I need my change!"

He looks over Johnny's shoulder, looking to you for help. You shrug, arms crossed. When the door closes you sigh, running fingers through your hair

"You alright, darling?"

Gaz asks, voice as sweet as ever, gentle hand on your face. You nod.

That evening was pleasant. More than that really. They pampered you, cooed and soothed you as you huffed and sniffled. Ran you a hot bath,

"Poor thing, dinnae deserve tha."

Johnny massaged shampoo into your hair.

"Won't let you stay around next time we deal with something like that again."

Kyle kneaded the tension out your shoulders. John sat you in his lap, brushing hair out of your face while saying sweet nothings. You really do enjoy milking this for all it's worth, sad eyes looking up and huffing like you didn't get over that bullshit as soon as that old man walked out the door.

"Pampered little princess, you know that?"

Simon's lips are pressed up to your neck, just under your ear. You just nod, his words rattling around your brain while you got fucked senseless. You're tired, but the boys promised to coax an orgasm out of you. From each one of them. Then another. Well, you're a trooper, so what's one more round? Showered with soft kisses and praise, a foolish smile is painted across your face in a pleasurable state of stupor; Gosh, aren't you just spoiled rotten?

**sorry if it's short! I am on holiday ( ╥ω╥ )**

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lovebugism · 10 months ago

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do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader

hope u like it xoxo — the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

“Boo!”

You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.

The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused. “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.

Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”

You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.

“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.

Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”

“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.

“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.

He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”

“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”

“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.

“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.

Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus.

There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.

“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.

Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.

“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”

“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.

You cave instantly.

You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.

“Good,” the boy hums.

“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.

Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.

You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod.

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.

West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me.

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The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.

Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.

His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.

You shrug. “Nothin’…”

“I missed you.”

You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”

“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.

“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s awful.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.

“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.

“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”

You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”

“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief.

“No, it was very intentional.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.

Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”

“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”

“God, you’re such a boy.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: bug turns one #king!steve

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tinyarsonist · 9 months ago

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Volume: Up

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI 18+ Only

TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, masturbation, dumification, nipple play (fem!), cum on stomach, PleasureDom!Chan, switch!reader (fem!), pull out, cum on stomach, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.

Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?

You were still in awe.

You started your career as an idol fairly late in the game, making you older than most. But, when you entered the world of K-pop, you knew this was what you were meant to do. You were already creating music since you were young, and how hard could it be?

Very.

There were days as a trainee when you felt like giving up. You left your friends and family back home to pursue your dream, and after years, you still felt like you were right back at the same spot you started. Never moving. Stagnant.

That's when you discovered Stray Kids. Watching their debut to where they are now. It motivated you.

Then, one day, your company announces that they want you to lead a team. They presented you with suitable candidates for your girl group, but something in you felt like something wasn't right. "Sorry," you apologize to your board. "But, if I may be so bold as to recruit my own members?"

You wanted a family. Craved friendship beyond just another gig. And, well, let's say it worked out very well for you.

This brings you to the present day--standing in DIV studio, surrounded by its members, to do an interview. Your group was just starting out and already doing well. You've posted a couple of dance practices and some ballad covers you performed as a group, tracking some major views across all social media. DIV wanted to be the first to be a part of the soon-to-be international hype.

"You ready?" Eric smiled at you as the crew set up your microphone. You nodded happily. The rest of your group couldn't make it due to schedule. It felt weird not having the rest of your girls around you, but knew this wasn't an opportunity you just passed up.

Time passes, and so far, the interview is going great. It was amazing being around like-minded people. And, it was also nice being able to curse and not have to worry about your 'imagine' among them. They were free to be who they wanted. They wanted to break the mold; conformity was not in their dictionary. It took a while to let your company agree to the interview in the first place, but this was the direction you wanted to take the group. To be yourself and just produce music.

"Okay, so next up is the heart rate challenge." Eric smiled. You were divided into teams; you and Eric vs. Peniel and BM. The winner would be dubbed by the lowest combined heart rate.

"You're going down!" BM teased as Peniel hyped him up in the back. You grin brightly.

"Considering you boys are literally jumping around before the monitor is even placed, I think it's safe to say we'll win."

"Oh okay, that's how it's gonna be??" Peniel laughed. "Then let's make a bet; the loser buys everyone barbeque!"

Eric and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were already craving galbi and rice. Peniel essentially just bought the dinner you were going to buy tonight anyway.

As the heart monitors are placed, you try your best to stay calm. You were an anxious person in general, but when push comes to shove, you always had a way of relaxing yourself.

Peniel and BM went first. Eric and you teased them relentlessly during their time duration of 5 minutes. Peniel started blushing during his time up when you started throwing winks and kisses his way. Their combined score was 250.

"That's not far!" Peniel groaned as the video crew asked for a short break to recalibrate their equipment. "She's too cute, like how does someone not get flustered?"

"It's all fun and games in love and war," you winked at him. Everyone laughed except Peniel, who just took out his phone and pouted. His fingers typed furiously on his keyboard. Once it was time to get the cameras rolling again, Peniel had a knowing smirk on his face. You couldn't help but wonder what he was concocting. You just knew he was plotting his revenge against you.

Eric went first. Despite the constant harassment Peniel and BM gave him, you couldn't help but laugh at their jabs. "You're supposed to be on my team!" Eric roared at you at his last 10 seconds on the clock. Despite everything, his heart rate totaled to 120. All you had to do was ignore the comments for a minute. You got this. You sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed your legs, getting in an almost meditative position. The rest followed. Then the buzzer started.

"So," Peniel started as soon as the timer started going. "You learned Korean by yourself, right?"

You shot him a distrusting glance. "Yes..."

Peniel and BM nodded their heads slowly. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very interesting." Eric shot you a glance. He could feel it, too. Based on how the two acted Eric's turn was completely different, they were calm. Too calm. They were up to something.

"One might say," Peniel feigned thoughtfulness by stroking his chin. "You had an interest in learning Korean before you even had thought of becoming a trainee."

Crap. He saw the clip.

Before your group days, you would do little lives here and there. Just want to document your early days and interact with anyone who wants to chat. During that time, you mentioned the real reason you learned Korean was to easily watch interviews without the need for subtitles. Then you casually mentioned how much of a fan you were for a certain boy group. Your fans, which was very little back then, took those clips and circulated them online. Which was fine. It gained some traction that you were a STAY and helped grow your platform. It was a bit embarrassing, essentially admitting that you only learned the language to watch their episodes and lives to get full context. But, hey, it also helped you get to where you are today.

Getting bullied by two idols so they don't have to pay for your dinner.

"Yes, Peniel. I learned Korean so I can watch Stray Kids' interviews live." You roll your eyes but keep track of where your monitor is. 95bpm. Not bad. So long as you stayed below 130, that galbi was yours.

Peniel and BM continued to stroke their chins. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very... Stray Kids fan. Very cool"

Peniel held up a finger before leaving the room. You looked around at the crew, confused. Eric laughed and peered after him; "Where is he going?"

His question was answered as Peniel stepped back into the room with a shorter figure behind him. You moved around to peer behind Peniel, and when you locked eyes with the guest, your heart rate shot up. 110bpm.

Eric and BM rose to give a small bow when Chan said his hellos. You stayed still in your place. Embarrassment immediately washed over you. But you took a deep breath in and out, 3 minutes until you can freak out. 3 minutes, and you can process every single emotion you are feeling.

Chan gave you a little wave, his dimples showing as he smiled. Ugh, he might as well shoot you in the heart right now.

"You're not gonna stand up?" Peniel teased. You immediately shook your head. As much as you wanted to say hi, dinner was calling your name. Seeing Chan in the flesh was amazing. But Galbi beat everything at this moment. BM smiled brightly and motioned for Chan to take a seat next to you. How sweet.

2 minutes. 115bpm.

You bowed your head slightly to say hello, still a bit too stunned to speak. Chan gave a small head bow back. "Sorry about this," he chuckled. You told him it was okay, but still unable to make eye contact. Despite that, you knew he looked incredible. He always did.

Focus! You tried to snap yourself out of it and took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

"So... you learned Korean to watch us live? That's sweet," Chan felt awkward all of a sudden. When Peniel texted him, this wasn't what he expected to be doing during the interview. "How many languages do you know?"

You close your eyes and focus back on the game. Here you were making casual conversation, while 3 other idols were jabbing at you, trying to get your heart rate back up. "Four; English, Korean, Japanese, and Spanish."

"Holy crap, how is it going down?!" Eric looked at the monitor and backed up at you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Everyone but Chan was losing their shit.

You could hear BM jump to his feet. The impending doom of a very large bill drove his heart rate up. "Chan, do something!" He exclaimed in Korean. Chan giggled next to you; "What? What do I do?"

"Hit on her!" Peniel got up as well. All attention is now on Chan. Eric stood up and pointed at the two competitors; "Hey! Hey! You leave her alone!"

You couldn't help but chuckle; "I was subscribed to his bubble. I was in the trenches with the rest of STAY. There's nothing he can say that I haven't heard."

Chan clicked his teeth with his tongue. His eyes narrowed. A challenge. He looked at you, with your eyes still closed, before casting his gaze over at Eric. "Anyway, we can mute our mics for a sec?"

Your eyes shot open.

1 minute. 120bpm.

BM ran over to mute your mic. As soon as he backed up, Chan leaned in close to your ear. His breath tickled your cheek, and you had to close your eyes again. 125 bpm. 30 seconds.

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Chan wasn't expecting you to turn your head so quickly towards him. The way your face flushed. Your eyes wide. Everything about you was making his heart race. You locked eyes with him and felt like you couldn't breathe. This was it. That free galbi was gone.

The buzzer went off.

Everyone turned to the monitor.

129bpm.

You shot up from your seat and hugged Eric. Peniel and BM groaned at their loss. Chan laughed as he watched the two of you jumping around, singing about free barbeque.

He took a moment to sneak a look at you, his gaze traveling up and down. The way your hair bounced with you and how your outfit was snuggling your curves just right. He stood up as Eric said their sign-off. Once the cameras were shut off, the teasing started between the four. Peniel placed his arm around the younger idol and pulled him in a side hug. "It's okay," he reassured Chan. "It's not entirely your fault. A good majority of it. But, not fully."

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. Everyone came up to thank him for coming over. That's when he locked eyes with you again, giving him a bright smile.

You gave the bow you weren't able to give before, formally introducing yourself. You all talked for a bit until you felt your hunger start to spike up; "Okay, so when are we getting dinner?"

The group settled for a time later tonight so everyone could get ready. BM invites Chan to tag along.

"No no," Chan shook his head, not wanting to impose. Peniel tickled his stomach as the rest of the group tried to get him to agree. You couldn't help but chime in. Part of you being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him and also wanting to get a jab in at Peniel and BM; "Come on, it'll be fun. And free!"

Chan looked at you. It was subtle, but his cheeks turned a bit red. "Y-yea, okay."

Chan made his way back to his dorm. The rest of the members who share the space are away on their own schedules. It was rare for Chan to spend the night alone.

He groaned as he plopped on the couch. He was still a bit jet lagged from flying from NYC back home. Laying his head on the back of the couch, he tried to take a nap before having to get ready to head out for dinner with you and the rest of the group.

You.

His mind was restless, and for some reason, they kept fluttering back to you. No matter how much he tried to push them out, he couldn't stop thinking about your big doe eyes. The way your breath hitched as he leaned in. The perfume you were wearing.

Was it Channel? Gucci? Whatever it was, it was flowery like a spring day. He could still smell it on his clothes oh so slightly.

Biting his lower lip, he got up from his seat and headed to the shower. The warm water was welcoming as he tried to clear his head. Unfortunately, it seemed there was only one thing to rid him of these thoughts.

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he scramble your brain so much that you scream for him in Korean? Would you come in multiple languages?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washed away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Maybe that was the thrill of it. Maybe the thought of having someone who didn't know his ups and downs is what did it for him.

Chan didn't have time to dwell on the thought as the time to meet up was fast approaching. And he hated to admit, but the thought of seeing you made his now softening cock twitch.

By the time Chan arrived at the restaurant, platters and drinks were spread across the shared table. BM and Peniel bought out a room so they could enjoy their meal without prying eyes. Chan could hear them hollering in the room before he even opened the door. His ears rang as they all loudly greeted him.

"Look who finally made it!" Peniel laughed as Chan took a seat across from them. Eric and BM were putting meat on the grill as they said their greetings. Chan couldn't help but scan the room, taking note that you weren't there. He tried to play it cool as he asked if you were running late.

"She texted us saying there was something she needed to finish up at home," BM answered him. Eric couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows at Chan.

"Why? Scared she might not come?"

"No, no." Chan chuckled awkwardly while looking off to the side. "Was just wondering, is all."

The boys all made cooing noises. A flush of embarrassment washed over Chan at their teasing. Peniel smirked; "Wouldn't blame you, she's gorgeous!"

Chan poured himself a shot of soju, trying his best to drown out their teasing and take the stress away. The three men quit their teasing and talked about mundane things; schedules, new music coming out, and how big the bags under Chan's eyes were.

"I just flew back from New York!"

"Doesn't matter! Ever heard of eye cream!"

They were laughing at one another by the time you entered the room. Everyone stood up to greet you with a bow, and you bowed back. Gesturing for them to take their seats again. "Sounds like a party in here," you smiled as you took a seat next to Chan. He took note of how you wore your hair up in a messy bun, showing off your silver necklace. That flowery smell radiated off of you, and he had to lean a bit to the side so it didn't flood his senses in all the right ways.

"Is that soju or vodka?" You spot a filled shot glass from across the table. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Hand me it."

Chan watched you down the shot with a smile and motioned for Eric to pour you another one. "Hard day?"

The second shot went down a bit smoother and you gave him a grin. "You can say that."

He didn't need to know that the line he whispered in your ear had stressed you out to your core. It was possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said to you. It was all you could think about by the time you reached your dorm. His voice echoed in the back of your mind causing your body to feel hot.

He didn't need to know the real reason why you were late to dinner.

That you were squirming on your bed, rubbing yourself furiously between your legs. Trying to get all the tension out of your body before having to see him again.

And now you were sitting next to him. The man responsible for one of the best solo sessions in your life.

"I mean, I did have to spend half the day with these three." You gestured to the rest of the group who just booed at you. Eric rolled up a napkin and threw it your way, causing you to laugh.

As you and the group ate and drank, the room was beginning to get louder and louder. It wasn't long until everyone became tipsy.

You just finished cooking up your Galbi and offered it to the rest of the group who everyone, except Chan, declined. You used the tongs to bring it over to his plate before attempting to cut it. "Damn things," you huffed under your breath. The scissors were dull and worn out. Trying to cut through the meat was as effective as slicing a rib-eye with a spoon.

"Here," Chan grabbed the tongs and scissors from your hand. Despite the very brief time that his fingers brushed yours, you couldn't help but blush a bit as he gave you your half. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you caught Eric eyeing the two of you. He had his fingers interlaced and resting his head on them.

"You two look cute together~"

"Shut up," you mumble and grab some kimchi to add to your plate.

Chan sat quietly next to you. He plopped some food in his mouth, the best excuse he had to not comment. BM chuckled before pouring another round of drinks. "What did you say to her anyway? Peniel was screaming so loud I couldn't even hear it."

The two of you were sitting so close to one another, that you could feel Chan stiffen next to you. No doubt, wanting to avoid another round of ridicule from his colleagues.

"Awe, jealous he wasn't whispering in your ear instead?"

That snarky reply was all it took for the other two boys to holler and tease the living crap out of him. As the night progressed, soon talk of continuing the party commenced. Chan mentioned he had a free dorm tonight.

"You in?" Eric asked you. You looked up from your plate of Galbi and rice. You were so distracted by your plate that you didn't realize they were all waiting for your answer. You hesitated. You obviously had this attraction to Chan since the interview. Hell since even before you became a trainee. The frustration of him being so near, mixed with alcohol, might just be the equation for something disastrous.

Chan bit his lower lip while sneaking a glance at you. He knew it was stupid to invite everyone over. To invite you over. He was already feeling the effects of drinking so much, trying to keep pace with everyone. What if he slipped up? Did something that made you hate him?

But then a wonderful thought popped into his mind: What if something amazing happened?

"It'll be fun," Chan gave you his shy grin. Your heart raced as you two locked eyes. How could you say no to that face?

"You got this," you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of Chan's door. It wasn't every day you're invited to a celebrity's apartment. Especially one that you've imagined in bed with when you're stressed out after work. Everyone left in their own taxi after dinner, planning to meet up at Chan's. You stayed a bit behind to make some phone calls to your family overseas, promising that you would be there soon. "Totally normal get-together. Nothing to worry about."

After a couple of seconds, you gather enough courage to knock on the door. A moment or two the door swings open and Chan stands there. God, he looked great with his messy hair, black tee, and joggers. Giving him that ready-for-bed look--

"Wait, were you asleep?"

Chan's face turned red. He was in bed. But he definitely wasn't sleeping.

"They didn't text you? They got a call on the way over, their schedule moved up earlier in the morning so they headed back home."

Oh.

You pull out your phone and groan. "Batteries dead." You just had to make those calls? You knew your mom could talk your ear off.

"Sorry," you put the phone back in your pocket. Taking a step back, you start to head out. "Have a good night."

"Wait!" He couldn't just let you leave. It could be from all the alcohol, but watching you saunter away felt wrong. He wanted you near him. To stay. "It's late... You can charge your phone and call a cab here if you want."

You didn't fight it. You know you should've. Chan was right, it was late. The responsible thing to do would be to go home. But that didn't stop you from sitting on his couch waiting for your phone to charge enough to call your ride. The two of you scrolled through YouTube on his TV, chatting about anything that came to mind as you both sipped on some mixed drinks Chan concocted when you first entered the apartment.

It was weird. Without the others, conversation flowed almost naturally between you two.

"You mean to tell me, you've never watched any of your own fan cams?!" You exclaimed. Chan shook his head and laughed shyly.

"No, it felt weird watching close-ups of myself if that makes sense?"

"You really should, they always look phenomenal!"

You grabbed the remote to scroll through the recommended videos to watch. Chan took the opportunity took look you over for the umpteenth time tonight. Here he was just in joggers and an oversized shirt while you sported a cute long-sleeved crop top and tight jeans. He had to grab the pillow next to him to cover up the bulge he was sporting.

You settled on a music video by RenMakesMusic. The strum of the guitar had Chan bobbing his head along to the beat. The lyrics were a bit dark but meaningful. "This is good," Chan mused. "Turn it up a bit."

You gladly obliged with a smile, pressing the remote's volume button so his subwoofers would have to do some heavy lifting. Music filled the apartment as the two of you watched the video. You didn't realize it initially, but your shoulder pressed against his. You slowly shifted to your right, to create distance not trying to give him the wrong impression, but were surprised when he leaned back into you. It was comforting.

It was right.

"Everything okay?"

Chan's question broke through your mind wandering. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Y-yea, um. Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the right."

Chan watched as you made your way to the guest bathroom. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on your backside. Once you disappeared, he leaned further back into the couch and groaned.

What was he doing? Letting you in this late, checking you out when you weren't looking, trying to get any physical contact no matter how little it was. It was stress, it had to be. His schedule has been so hectic lately his body was trying to find relief since his mind was almost running amock. Chan was so lost in thought that he let YouTube play on in the background. Not paying much attention to what was playing.

When you exited the bathroom, you were greeted with bongos and macarenas bouncing through the dorm. Peaking around the corner you spotted Chan leaning against the couch. He had his head back against the rest, his eyes closed. But despite his worn-down posture, he was still tapping his foot to the beat. "Aw, come on--you call that dancing?"

Your voice brought back his focus. His side smile gave you butterflies and you couldn't help but wear your own when he quipped; "Like you know how to dance to this?"

"Alright, Christopher. Get up." You grabbed the remote next to him and turned up the stereo even more. Hopefully, anyone living above or below the apartment wouldn't be able to hear how the bass shook the walls.

His grin widened at the name change. Almost nobody called him that anymore. There was a fine line between 'Chan' and 'Christopher', one that you seemed to be willing to cross.

What else were you willing to do?

Your hand was extended to him as you stood above him from his seat. The gleam in your eye was bright, almost playful. There was this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bubbly and light. How the light casts around your silhouette made him realize why he felt the way he did when his eyes locked on you.

You were a goddess.

"You just gonna sit there? Come on, get up."

He didn't know what you said, but by the way, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him from his seat, he knew he was in no position to argue.

You were a tough dance instructor. You corrected almost every misstep in Spanish. He couldn't comprehend your scolding, but he'll be damned to admit that at this point, he was doing it on purpose. There was something incredibly hot about being reprimanded in an unknown language.

"Dear all that is mighty," you sighed. "You're too stiff, loosen up a bit. Here, why don't you take the lead instead."

That caused his brain to malfunction a bit. He stuttered like a middle school kid being asked to dance for the first time. Without waiting for a reply, you grab his hands in yours and guide them on your body. His hold on your waist was firm, but not too tough. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when he was so close to you he could smell your shampoo. Especially, not when you wrapped your arms around his neck and those eyes of yours were peering into his soul as you two stepped to the fast beat.

"Feel how my hips are moving?"

Oh, you bet he does.

Pushing those thoughts away, Chan tried to mimic your movement. "That's better!" You praised it, and it took everything in him not to press his body flush against yours right at that moment. He hated to admit it, but as the next song played, something with a slower tempo, every step you took with him around the living room, he somehow magically ended up closer to you.

This is the part where both of you could blame the alcohol.

You both were too inebriated to notice the fact that your phone was fully charged, that your fingers started to play with the bottom of his hair, or the fact that your faces were so close together. Chan's forehead rested on yours as the playlist finally died down to a softer ballad. YouTube ironically telling you two to slow down. But neither showing signs of listening.

"We...are going down a path you might regret." Chan closed his eyes to help steady his breathing. How were you able to do this earlier today? He felt like his heart was going to combust on the spot.

"That I might regret?" You whispered. Being this close to him felt surreal. You were sure you were about to wake up in your bed feeling very frustrated. "You won't?"

The feel of the pressure of your body was draining all his excitement from his chest to his dick. Another form of pressure was beginning to press against his underwear. A flood of penance sprung as quickly as his blood flowed to his quickening erection. "We just barely met. We don't know each other."

You pull away slightly so you can look up at him.

"Then, get to know me."

Chan knew this wasn't what you meant. But, it was too late to turn back now.

You were half-naked, a trail of clothes leading to his room.

For every question he asked, an article of your outfit was essentially ripped off you. Every question you answered, you returned the favor.

"Favorite food?" Whoops, there goes that necklace.

"Beef jerky with sticky rice." Goodbye, Chan's shirt!

He kissed you deeply and backed you up towards his bed. A brief pause as you fell into the soft cushions and he stared down at you. Your lips were puffy, chest rising and falling as you were trying to catch your breath. As much as he reveled in the thought of you being a goddess, there was something about bringing down a higher power that made him absolutely feral. Breaking you down bit by bit with every question.

He climbed on the bed to hover over you, that stupid side smile making another appearance for the night. "That's not exactly a 'food', more of a meal."

"Sorry if I'm--ah. A bit distracted." You close your eyes as he attaches his lips right below your ear. Sucking on your soft skin, not hard enough to leave bruising, but a temporary mark just for his eyes.

Biting your lower lip, you happily extended your neck a bit to give him more access. Mind all fuzzy and unable to think as he littered your neck with small kisses. Chan gripped your thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting your hips just enough to hold you close to his pelvis, kneading your thighs through your tights.

"Need you to focus." He nipped softly at your skin. "How else am I going to learn everything about you?

"Favorite position?" His fingers went under the hem of your tights and helped you shed the last outer part of your outfit. Once it was thrown somewhere across his room, you wrapped the leg he was holding up around his back and used what momentum you could gather to push his back on the bed. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your hips as you straddled him.

Your lips were soft and gentle as you leaned in for a kiss, the complete opposite of the intensity shared just moments before. "Don't care, so long as I'm full."

Chan wasted no time by stripping himself of his joggers and boxers on your behalf. Stifling a moan as best as he could once he felt your clothed core perfectly placed on his growing erection. Guiding your hips to grind against him, he grinned as you threw your head back and sighed in content. Chan rocked his hips perfectly to the rhythm he set against you, providing the much-needed friction you craved.

You were starting to think he was tanking at dancing salsa on purpose.

"Anything off limits?" You couldn't even register that his hands snuck up to undo your bra clasp. He took a second to appreciate the view. Chan couldn’t stop himself from using his forearms to prop himself up to latch onto one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at anything he could grab. The mewls coming from your mouth sounded like a song he never wanted to end. Your hand caressed the back of his head, pressing him closer.

“Just--mmm. Just don’t stop even if I say so.”

Leaving your breast with a wet ‘plop’, he stared up at you. You could see the usual gleam in his eyes disappear. They became dark, almost predatory. Chan lifted you off so he could be above you again. He traced your skin from the collarbone down to the hem of your underwear. You arched your back at his touch; “Luckily for you--I like begging.”

Your breath hitched. Surely, he could see the wet stain on your underwear by now.

“Any safe words then?”

Last question.

Chan finger slipped underneath the cloth and played with your folds. The way you squirmed underneath him made him want to ruin you more. The chuckle he let out when you tried to squeeze your thighs together made you feel warm all the way down to your core. Chan was quick to use his body to keep you nice and spread. All for him.

“L-lemon…”

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Chan slipped the tip of his middle finger in you. “Could you speak up a bit?”

“Pendej--mmmphhh” You couldn’t finish your quip. Chan pushed in further until he was knuckle-deep. His lips hovered over yours as he slowly worked in and out of you. You kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as you let out silent moans.

“Ah, ah--I wanna hear you.” Once he added in a second finger, you couldn't contain yourself. Moans were spilling out of you like a pornstar. Even when he kissed you, there was nothing to stop the volume you were outputting. “Good job, baby.”

“Oh?” He chuckled as he felt your walls clamp down on him. “Did you like that?”

You couldn't speak as he kept pressing into you, wiggling his fingers against your walls. “C-chan…please…”

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased as he kissed around your collarbone.

“Chan…”

The bastard kept pretending not to hear you. As if he couldn't feel you practically leaking around his fingers and clenching around him like there was no tomorrow.

You finally had enough.

Grabbing ahold of his face with one hand, you forced him to look at you. His cheeks smashed between your fingers. “Christopher, I swear to God--if you don't fuck me right now I'm taking over.”

Ah, so you did like to be in charge.

With a grin, he gladly ripped off your panties. He pulled away just a bit, taking in your appearance. Wanting to embed it into his brain for any future sessions he might have with himself later on.

He knew he should've grabbed a condom, but the alcohol was still flowing through him and he couldn’t stop himself as he slowly pushed into you. You tried finding words; how big he felt, how full he made you, but all that could come out were whimpers as he groaned and leaned in for another kiss to ease any pain you felt.

The two of you grind against one another. Chan never fully pulled out, keeping himself nice and snug in your warmth. Stretching you out, oh so sweetly.

Chan wasted no time in picking up his thrust as you tapped his shoulder, indicating that he was okay to move. You squeaked as he hooked your knees on his shoulders and leaned down to essentially bend you in half. He was hitting a spot you never felt before; not with previous boyfriends and definitely not with your own toys at home.

“So fucking tight…” Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into you. His lips found their way back to your neck and kept mumbling about how you felt around him. So tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped your ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something but knowing he couldn’t mark you up too much. “Is this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?”

When you didn’t respond to him, he slowed down a bit and leaned back to stare down at you. His cock twitched when he realized what was happening.

You laid on the bed; eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, cheeks completely flushed. You knew he was asking you a question in Korean, but the words weren’t forming in your head like they usually do. “Aw,” Chan laughed. “Does it feel that good that you forgot Korean?”

Chan let up on the pressure so his hand can snake its way to your lips. You instantly latch on to his fingers and suck. Your tongue brushes around his tips, tasting the leftover residue of yourself from earlier. Your knees unhook from his shoulder and fall on either side of his waist. A whimper leaves you as he removes his fingers from your mouth and travels down to rub your clit. Still keeping his thrust with his brutal pace.

“Ahhh…wait…” You squirmed and your hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how you didn’t pull his hand away despite your pleas. “Chan, p-please--too much.”

He kept using your body. Chan could feel you clamping down around his length. “Sorry,” he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. “You’re just, hmmmph, too perfect.”

That’s what did it for you. The fact that he listened to what you mentioned earlier, and his talk. The crash of pleasure that overcame you was intense. Chan shuddered as he felt your wave around him. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” you came with a cry. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that you could. You were loud. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasn’t far behind; “Oh, I-I’m gonna--”

He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly around his head, painting your stomach with his warm cum. Of all the art museums he visited around the world--this was by far his favorite piece of work.

The room was filled with both of your heavy pants as he laid in your arms. Once he was able to catch his breath, Chan pulled away from your embrace placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. Humming as you kissed him back. He tried to get up, but you were quick to stop him.

“Don’t go…” You pouted. Part of you knew this would be a one-time thing, but another part never wanted this to end. Chan smiled down at you and gave your cheek a quick peck.

“I’m just grabbing a towel to clean you off.”

As he walked off to the bathroom you stared down at the mess on your abdomen. The remnants of the best sex of your life were starting to cake on your skin. It took everything in you to not scoop some up and taste him in your mouth. When Chan returned with a wet cloth, he cleaned you up before plopping onto the bed beside you.

Once you caught your breath, reality set in.

Here you were, all fucked out with a colleague in the same industry. Everything told you to leave. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship. It was a rash decision based on a lot of alcohol and dancing. You started to get up, but Chan was quick to wrap his hand in yours.

“You…you don’t have to go…” Chan shifted to lay on his side and stared down to not meet your eyes. Acting all shy as if he didn’t fuck the lights out of you just moments before. Your heart melted at the sight.

Slinking back into bed, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat against you and closed your eyes.

“You know,” you sighed. “This was something I definitely didn’t regret.”

“Me ‘neither.”

As the morning rolled around you woke up to Chan still wrapped around you. His soft snores made you smile. There was something surreal about seeing him so at peace that made your heart flutter. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, Chan shifted slightly and groaned as he stretched a bit.

“Mornin’,” He grumbled but held a smile as soon as his eyes landed on you. Chan wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. His hands sneaking towards your ass to knead your flesh. His excitement is present against your thigh.

"Somebody's eager," You giggle as he pressed closer to you. Chan smirked as he gently rubbed his morning wood against you.

"You can say that."

"Unfortunately--"

Chan grumbled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "No, don't say that."

"I was just going to say, that I need some water first." It was true. After all the drinks last night, your head was pounding like never before.

"Okay," Chan smiled and got up from bed to put a pair of boxers on. "Stay put, I'll grab you something to eat too."

Minutes passed as you waited in bed. Surprise overtook you as you heard a pan sizzling and the welcoming smell of home-cooking started to flood the dorm. Dawning one of his shirts, you made your way to the kitchen. Chan's back was to you as he manned the stove. You could see how his back rippled with every movement he made.

You couldn't see it, but a smile crept on Chan's face as he felt you wrap your arms around his midriff. "I thought I told you to stay put?"

"I'm not one for taking orders." You laugh as you hook your chin on his shoulder to peer over him. "Besides," Chan stiffened a bit as he felt your lips hover over his ear. "There's something sexy about a man cooking."

"Oh?" He quickly turned off the stove and turned around to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he leaned down closer to your face. "And what about your water?"

It was a frenzy of passion as your lips locked with his yet again. Both of you eager to relive last night in the light of sobriety. "Water can wait," you whisper in between kisses.

Chan easily lifted you, placing you on an open counter. Your legs spread to allow him access to be closer to you. The both of you started to mold into one another as the intensity grows. "I should cook for you more often," He grins as he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. He lifted his shirt on you slightly so your cunt was exposed.

"Promise?" You teased as he lowered himself down slightly to bring his lips level to your core. Chan enjoyed the way your head leaned back slightly as you felt his hot breath against you.

"Promise."

The both of you were so entranced with what was about to happen, that you didn't hear the door opening. Only the shrilly scream that bounced around the dorm broke you two apart.

You instantly jumped down from the counter as Chan stood upright, finding protection from behind him. Chan tried using his body to shield your half-naked body from the view of a very frightened Felix.

Not that he really needed too.

The younger member held both hands over his eyes. Groceries bags around him, spilling its contents around the floor.

"Felix?" Chan stuttered as he grabbed a kitchen rag to cover up his erection. "W-what are you doing here?"

Chan gestured for you to run back to the room as Felix was still covering his eyes. You had no hesitation, wanting to escape from the embarrassment. AKA your own personal hell.

"I didn't want you eating alone... I was gonna make breakfast."

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Summary: Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly do not punishes your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: established relationships, protective boyfriend Matty, fights, insults and creepy guys, language, mentions of blood, hints of sex at the end.

Author's note: idk, the summary kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. basically it's just me being McGonnagal's fan and a simp for Mattheo 😘

Mattheo was sitting with his friends on one of the benches outside the castle. He was partly listening to whatever Blaise was saying about the next Quidditch game, more thinking about you and about the fact that he almost didn’t see you during the day.

He was completely lost in his thoughts until he heard your name slip out of the new guy’s, Eddie's, mouth. He and another Ravenclaw student were sitting not far away, and Mattheo’s attention was immediately drawn to their conversation.

“Yeah, that girl Y/N, right? I tried to talk to her during the lecture but she acted like a total bitch.” The guy laughed, elbowing his housemate as if he said something funny. Mattheo’s fist tightened, and he tried to hear more to figure out whether they were talking about you or not.

“Wait, dude.” The other guy chuckled, almost in shock. “You mean that Y/N? Riddle’s girl? You tried to hit on her? Nah, you better drop that shit. It’s like serious between them and all, no one usually bothers her because Riddle goes crazy about it.”

“Don’t care, man. I’ll find a way to get to her. I know she’s gonna be a total freak in bed, I will find a way to fuck her.“

Mattheo just snapped, jumping out of his place in a matter of seconds. Before one of his friends or even Eddie realized what was going on, Mattheo had already dragged him to the floor, punching his face.

“Wanna repeat what the fuck you just said about her?” He hissed at the guy, making another hit into the jaw.

“I said that she looked fuckable.”

It turned into a total mess, with them fighting on the ground and other students staring like it was some kind of show. The crowd got bigger, but Mattheo did not care about it at all; he was too busy with the way his knuckles met that ugly face.

Only a few minutes later, Blaise, Theo, and Draco dragged Mattheo away, while a few Ravenclaw students restrained Eddie.

Mattheo was almost uncontrollable, puffing and trying to escape from the firm hands that were holding him in place.

You heard that your boyfriend got into another fight, but as Luna said, it was something bigger and that he was even more violent today.

You brushed through the crowd, immediately standing before Mattheo’s eyes to catch his attention. You placed both of your hands on his chest and quickly nodded to his friends to let him go. As soon as he became free, he tried to push forward, almost radiating anger. The fact that Eddie was proudly smiling behind your back did not help the situation.

“No. Mattheo, stop it. What’s going on?” You felt the way he was breathing, as if he had run a few miles, and it was mostly anger. His face had a few drops of blood; the brow and lip were cut, and you knew that you would have to clean them up later, but now you only wanted him to calm down and speak to you properly.

“Hey, baby. Remember me?” The voice behind your back made you turn your head around, only now seeing the guy your boyfriend was fighting with. It was a new student from another school who was annoying you during your class and almost got you two in detention. You wanted to slap him so badly for the way he was talking to you, but you knew that the best way to deal with such people was to ignore them. They were always thriving on any type of attention. He looked much worse than Mattheo. Already blossoming bruises under his eye, on the jaw, and blood running out of his nose, and when he gave you that nasty smile, you saw his red teeth too. "C'mon, that’s why you were ignoring me, huh? Voldemort’s son? You could find someone better to fuck.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” You felt how Mattheo moved forward again, but you slightly pushed him back. You lifted one of them to his cheek, caressing it in slow circles.

“No, you’re not. He's not worth it, Matty. Hey, look at me, please.” You put a slight pressure on his face to distract him and make him set his eyes on you. You had seen him during the fights before, but this time it was different. The way Mattheo’s eyes were completely dark, slightly narrowed, and full of rage, his face expression was so cold and nothing like you got used to. For a moment, you understood why sometimes even his friends preferred not to step in.

Eddie pissed you off during the previous lesson, where he decided to sit with you, chat, and flirt. You tried to pay as little attention to him as possible, completely uninterested in the jerk with no manners and a big ego. He got to school just a few days ago but you already hated him with your whole heart.

Though you couldn’t let your boyfriend start the fight again. Eddie was clearly provoking him with that weirdly satisfied grin on his face and rude words, probably so later he could say that the Dark Lord’s son was trying to kill him.

Mattheo's eyes were ruining between your face and Eddie behind your back, as if he were trying to make a decision. Your fingers didn’t stop moving in slow motion on his jaw and you thought that you felt some tension leaving his body.

“I hate the way he was talking about you.” He said it roughly, trying to control his body and emotions. Yes, Mattheo’s eyes were full of anger, but there was something deeper. He was hurt.

“I know, Matty, I know.” You stepped a bit closer to distract your overprotective boyfriend. At that moment, you almost forgot that you were in front of everyone and all the students are going to gossip about your interaction for the next week. “He’s provoking you. He wants to make you the bad guy. Don’t let him do that, please. We should just leave, okay?” You almost whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, Matty, listen to your little girlfriend if you don’t want to—”

“Mr. Carmichael!” The loud, stern voice of Professor McGonnagal interrupted whatever he wanted to say and everyone went quiet for a few seconds. “You are not allowed to speak in this tone inside our school. Mr. Carmichael, Mr. Riddle and Ms. Y/L/N, follow me to my office, and everyone else must go back to their classes.”

“But Professor, Y/N didn't do anything wrong!” Mattheo protested, on instinct, placing his hand on your back and stepping closer.

“I said all three of you should go to my office, Mr. Riddle. Now.” Without another word, she left. Mattheo cursed near you, blaming himself for getting you into trouble, but you gave him a reassuring smile and, interlacing your hands, led him to McGonnagal’s office.

As soon as you walked in, Mattheo stood, separating you and Eddie so he wouldn’t be able to talk or even look at you.

“Are any of you willing to tell me what exactly happened there?” McConnagal sat in her chair, observing all of you. You stayed in front of her in silence.

“I punched him because he was saying inappropriate things about Y/N, Professor.” Mattheo briefly looked at you and you slightly squeezed his hand in yours in return. You saw how McGonnagal looked at your hands but you did not pull away, willing to show your boyfriend that you weren’t mad or blaming him.

“Is that so?” She looked at you.

“I wasn’t there when the fight started, but Eddie was bothering me earlier during the lessons. He made a few comments about me, even though I asked him to leave me alone, so I assume that it might’ve been the reason for Mattheo to do it.”

“Liar.”

“Mr. Carmichael, you are not in the position to talk back right now. That is quite impressive that you were able to get into the fight without even being here for weak. You are getting a detention, plus you’ll help Professor Snape after tomorrow's lesson. He’ll be happy to deal with you, I’m sure. Also, 20 points from Ravenclaw.” McGonnagal ignored his dramatic groan, now looking at Mattheo. Judging by the tension in his body, he was ready for the worst. “What about you, Mr. Riddle…” She briefly looked at you, and you didn’t really understand what it meant. “This time, I’m only giving you a warning: in Hogwarts, we do not support any kind of violence. You may be free.”

“That’s unfair! I’m covered in blood because of him. Are you really not going to punish the Dark Lord’s son? He could’ve killed me!”

“One more word and I’m taking away more points. You both are free, but you, Ms. Y/L/N, please stay for a few minutes.”

“But she— Professor, please don’t do this.” Mattheo stepped closer to her desk and you thought that he sounded as if he had suddenly panicked. It was strange.

“Hey, Mattheo, don’t worry about me. I promise, it’s okay.” You pulled him back, curiously looking at his weird behaviour. “Just wait for me outside, please. It won’t be long.” He stared at you for a moment, but then kissed you on the cheek and went out of the room.

“It’s truly magical to see the kind of love you two share, my dear.” McGonnagal softly laughed and you felt the heat on your cheeks. “Come sit here, please.” McGonnagal pointed to the chair in front of her desk.

“What did you want to talk about, professor?”

“Well, I know that this is not my place to interfere, but I wanted to say that you and Mr. Riddle share something really rare and special. And while I do not support his physical way of dealing with problems, I know that he deeply cares about you, darling, and this is how he expresses it.” It was weird to hear such words from someone else. You always respected Professor McGonnagal and the fact that she said that made your heart fill with even more love.

“Was it the reason why you didn’t punish him for the fight?” She nodded.

“Mattheo is a really smart boy with a kind heart and a good chance to have a really successful and wonderful life. The only thing that may ruin it is his family; I'm sure you understand that.” McGonnagal looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. “I see the way you affect him. How he became less distant during the lessons, started smiling more, and that you two are always connected no matter what. Everyone noticed it, even us professors. You may be the only bright thing in his life, my dear; that’s why I want you to ask to be there and not let him slip into the darkness. I just know that such love is so pure and strong and I hope it’ll live as long as the world exists.”

“Um– thank you, professor. I don’t even have enough words to express myself, but I appreciate your support. I’ll do everything in my power to save it.” You suddenly felt extremely emotional after this talk, and the only thing that you wanted to do right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms.

“Now go. He's probably losing his mind because of you being there for so long.

Mattheo did wait for you near McGonnagal’s office and when you walked out of there with slightly glossy eyes and a soft smile, his facial expression changed into something sad and cold, which you did not quite understand. As usual, after his fights, you went into his dorm, but the walk there was weirdly quiet.

When you walked into his dorm and then to the bathroom, where you usually cleaned his wounds, he just followed you, hopping onto the counter near the sink and waiting while you prepared the first aid kit.

“Are you okay?” You stepped in between his legs, holding his face with your left hand and the wet towel in the other. You wiped the dried blood and then applied salve. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as if he were considering his words. “Are you going to break up with me? If so, then just say it right away and don’t torture me. I fucking hate it.” His eyes were locked on your necklace with the letter R, while your hand froze in the air in shock.

“Wh– Matty, what are you talking about?!” He finally looked up, meeting with your eyes, and you understood that he was trying to be casual and careless about it, but in fact he looked hurt.

“Isn’t it why McGonnagal asked you to stay? To say that I’m bad for you or something.”

“This is why you didn’t want to leave me there? I saw the way you looked at me… Oh, baby, no, I’m not going to break up with you.” You gently cupped his cheeks; now the tension had partly left Mattheo’s body and he finally put his hands on your waist. “In fact, McGonnagal told me quite the opposite.” Your fingers gently rubbed a bruise on his jaw while he looked at you in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” Mattheo slightly frowned. His hands unconsciously tightened around you, causing you to step even closer to him.

"Well, she said that you are really smart and that you have a lot of opportunities in the future if you’ll make the right decisions. She told me that you need someone like me to be here for you… and that what we have is really pure and magical.” You almost whispered the last part. The silence in the bathroom became almost too heavy, and the way Mattheo was looking made your stomach tighten with a weird feeling.

“I thought she hated me.”

You shook your head. “There’s no reason for her to hate you, Matty. You are not your family. You can live your life how you want to, without any burden or darkness, and I’ll be here for you. Always.” Mattheo’s hand reached for your face, slowly touching your skin. He looked almost mesmerized by you—those pretty brown eyes soft with so much love and feelings for you.

“Merlin, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He drew you closer, your foreheads touching in an intimate gesture. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my everything, Y/N. I know that it might be hard dealing with me, but I’m trying. For you. And I’m sorry for today. I just cannot let anyone disrespect or hurt you, my love.”

“That’s okay. I’m not mad. Just don’t want you to get hurt too. I love you, Matty. No matter what.” You smiled, closing your eyes, and finally properly kissed him. It was slow and delicate and it felt as if that moment was so significant for your relationship. You were always sure of your’s and Mattheo’s love, but right now it has become serious on another lever. And both of you could not be more happy.

Mattheo kissed you passionately, pulling you in close and sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, burying your hands into the messy curls and scratching the scalp. “I hate to say it, but you actually look kind of hot when you’re fighting…”

“Fuck, baby. Let’s stay here for the rest of the day and skip the classes. I want you so fucking bad.” He groaned, lowering his mouth to your neck.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mattheo Riddle?” You pushed him away, slightly pulling his hair to enjoy those glossy dark eyes and swollen lips.

“What if I say yes?” Mattheo’s hand slipped under your skirt, teasingly stroking your thigh.

“Then I'll let you do it.”

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Fools - T.N

in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.

fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words

"Y/n!!"

After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.

She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.

"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."

You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.

"Sorry, Draco."

"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."

You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.

"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."

Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.

The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.

"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.

"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.

"Can we change subjects, please?"

Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.

"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"

The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.

"I- what! Why would you say- no!"

This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."

You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.

"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."

"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.

You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.

You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.

If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.

You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.

You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."

You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.

"No biggie, it's forgiven."

She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.

You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.

Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.

"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.

"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.

"No I meant your staring."

You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."

She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.

Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.

You let out a sigh.

"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."

She grins, "you know me so well."

"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.

"Do you have a crush on Draco?"

Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.

"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."

She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.

"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."

She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?

The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.

"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"

You cursed Pansy for being so observant.

"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."

Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.

"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."

You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.

"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.

"Huh?"

"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.

Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.

"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."

You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.

"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.

"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"

You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.

Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.

When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.

The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.

"There's our bella addormentata," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)

"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.

"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.

"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.

"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.

Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.

You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.

"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."

The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.

However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.

"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)

You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"

He grins, "that's part of the fun."

"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."

"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.

"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.

"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."

"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."

"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.

"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"

Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.

"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"

He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.

You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"

He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.

"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."

You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.

"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.

You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.

Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.

"Give me your hand."

He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.

"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.

He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.

"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."

He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."

You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.

"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.

Out of nowhere he pulls it away.

"Theo?"

"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."

You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"

He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.

"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"

You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."

Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.

"What- what are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.

"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"

You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.

"I like you, amorina." (Little love)

"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"

He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."

You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.

"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."

You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.

"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."

He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.

He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.

"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."

He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.

"No more crying over me okay?"

You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.

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